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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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ive been hesitating to ask this bc youve been on a roll with the clone^2au (which i am frothing over) but could i poke you for some childhood friend au? bc GOD i wanna see how danny reacts to reuniting w jason or how the rest of the batfam react to learning jason never told danny of his resurrection or wondering if dannys gonna put jokers dead body on a display/offering to jasons grave. i havent been normal about this since i first read it and was wondering. thank you for your writing.

RAAAAHHHH DON'T BE HESITANT I AM JUST AS FERAL OVER MY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU AS I AM WITH CLONE^2 I AM DELIGHTED BY THIS. Like.,,,, i literally love them,,, so much. I can't listen to The Crane Wives without thinking of them.

(which is my fault - the ao3 fic of them has literally only crane wives lyrics for each chapter title and summary (posted AND the ones not written) so of course im gonna associate with them.)

(if you wanna listen to some of their songs while thinking of cfau here are my recommendations: "Once & for All", "Here I Am", "Hollow Moon" is a Danny AND Jason song to me, this would be my go-to song for an animatic of CFAU if i had the skills for it. "Tongues and Teeth", "Curses" and "take me to war" is a heavy cfau danny song to me, and of course, "the moon will sing")

Like they're BEST friends dude, they're two sides of the same coin and when they were kids they would do this thing where their 'fingers crossed'/'double-crossed' was them hooking their index fingers in the fingers crossed gesture.

and i'm actually currently rewriting my original post into a more fic-like format, and when I'm done I'll post it on here under the cfau tag - with the original post still in tact. But its,,, gonna be so long dude,,,, the original behemoth was just over 9000 words,,, and I've written 3k words already of the new one and we haven't even reached Jason and Danny reuniting at the gala yet,,, i need to get back to that,,,

and then to answer your questions!! god im almost hesitant to answer because i dont wanna spoil the little fic i had planned for it but also like,, its not like im gonna spoil everything, right? and answering the questions isnt the same as writing the scene down so!!

i love danny and jason's reuniting, like i've thought about it SO much and I've thought about it happening after Danny kills the Joker. I know the reveal could have been before that, and it could have been equally just as dramatic but like??? Thematically, doing it after danny kills the joker is SO good. To me at least.

Because like?? Jason's been in somewhat denial about danny's plan to kill the joker for months. ever since danny told him that he wanted to at the gala. And from Jason's pov its not even technically a plan. He sees his best friend for the first time after five years and his best friend still isn't over his death. He hasn't stepped foot in Gotham since his funeral and now suddenly he's here.

And he's still so full of grief over his death that he tells a masked vigilante that he's going to kill the guy that did it, who lives in said masked vigilante's city. And danny's got that look in his eyes that Jason knows so well that means he's being serious. And yet he still doesn't know if he should believe him or not.

And then he does. Danny kills him. And Jason can't fucking believe it. And when he goes and sees Danny, Danny's hands are still covered in blood. And that reunion? God like a fucking firework show. Danny's so fucking angry, and pissed, and hurt, and so goddamn overjoyed that he's alive and here that he sends them both to the ground, and if he doesn't calm down he's gonna take out the power in a five block radius.

there's just so, so much yelling on Danny's end. And then so much crying, first from Danny and then them both. because god, you're alive. you're here. i've missed you so much. i'm never letting you out of my sights again.

and Joker's death! God I don't want to actually say too much about that, but the way I have it set up thematically makes me actually not want danny to take any part of the joker with him as an offering. and he may actually forego that particular ghost etiquette and offer something else as an offering to Jason in substitute to not bringing him the Joker's heart/head/ritualistic body part.

Because you know what the last thing a man whose been spending the last two decades of his life building himself up to be larger than life would want? A death that's unremarkable. :) and that's all i'll put on the matter for now.

and the batfam!! they technically already know that jason hasn't told danny he was resurrected, and plenty of them have mixed feelings on them. largely bruce and dick i think, considering they saw firsthand how close jason and danny were when they were kids.

Dick was honestly surprised at first when he found out that Jason hadn't told Danny he was alive - and on one hand he understands the reasoning for it, and on the other hand he isn't sure if it was such a good idea. Especially after he sees Danny again after he arrives back in Gotham and sees just how badly Jason's death was still affecting him. But it's not like he's going to try and convince Jason to tell him - he can make his own choices, even if Dick has questions about them.

Bruce has much the same thoughts as Dick, so there's not really much to add here other than he might bring it up once or twice to Jason like, vaguely. And then immediately drops it when Jason shuts him down. He might actually somewhat...?? prefer that Jason hasn't told Danny because that raises a lot of questions and could jeopardize their identities. However, again, Jason can make his own choices and there's not much Bruce can do about it other than disapprove from afar.

Tim who knew of Danny from stalking the Wayne family shares similars sentiments of being surprised that Jason didn't tell Danny, but again, yeah, understands the thought process to some extent. Doesn't bring it up ever.

Everyone else who hadn't seen firsthand how close Danny and Jason are don't really have much opinion on it -- Jason didn't tell his best friend he was alive, great, he also didn't tell them either so it's not like its that much of a surprise. It would've been more of a surprise to them if Jason had told Danny before he told Bruce and co. Damian may make a comment or two about Jason not telling Danny, but its not about how he can't believe he didn't tell him or anything like it.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #cfau #childhood friends au #danny and jason are such best friends i love them so much #BUT YEAH ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS ABOUT CFAU I'LL SCREAM #AND THEN TRY AND ANSWER THEM TO MY BEST ABILITY #like i could go on RANTS almost SPECIFICALLY about rath (dan) and then about jason and danny #and their friendship like i've thought about this au with a combined soulmate au and immediately hated the idea because no!#no! i can't call them soulmates. i can't it doesnt fit. their bond goes DEEPER than that. its *better* than that #this wasn't written in the stars it was forged in the back alley streets of gotham with all the broken glass under their feet #and the smell of nicotine weaving itself into the fabrics of their shirts. their souls aren't intertwined because the universe said so #they're two balls of yarn tangled together because they batted it at each other and decided to play cats cradle. and then never bothered #to untangle the string from one another. you'll never know where one ends and the other begins #i actually have a cfau miscellaneous facts post in my drafts that i need to finish too and i might do that today because of this ask <33 #the fastest way to starry's heart is through her ask box #asking me questions about my aus is the fastest way to make me make more content about them ajshld #see: clone^2 (i've been coasting off the fanart i got from them for the last two days) and now this #i need to stop more before i start waxing more poetic about jason and danny's bond with one another.#also also jason is equally as feral about danny as danny is about him (see: him plotting joker's demise since he was 14) its just not #showing as much since a lot of this is from danny's pov. like dw this isn't one-sided obsession its mutual.#see: jason seeing danny's scars and immediately wanting to find out who caused it and getting murderously angry about it #its not a starry post unless its long #idk maybe im just obsessed with the idea that relationships are chosen and forged with time and that the bonds we have arent because they #were predetermined but because we made them to be. Like how clone^2 said 'i choose to be brothers' and how danny and jason said #'i choose you. i will always choose you. you're my other half. the one who watches my back. i choose you.'

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ghostly-penumbra · 1 year

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I see all of your "Danny runs away after a reveal gone wrong, ends up in Gotham and is eventually adopted into the BatFam (or BatPham, if you will)" and raise you:

a newly (half) resurrected Jason Todd ends up wandering the Ghost Zone until Danny finds him and takes him home with his loving and understanding parents after a reveal gone right, to help him deal with being a halfa and his new powers in a place where ghosts are such a common sight he won't really stand out and gain unwanted attention, with people that already have experience in this kind of situation and only want the best for him, where he has access to the Zone and enough ambient ectoplasm anyway to help him purge the rotten lazarus water out of his core and purify the ectoplasm in his body

and maybe the Fentons aren't perfect, but they do try, because they couldn't be there for Danny when his powers had just started showing and he had to learn on his own, hurt, stressed and about to collapse every day, and they won't be making the same mistake twice, when there is a boy that needs help and a stable home; they'll do better

and Jason still finds out about Joker being alive, about the new Robin that joined Batman, and he still is angry and heartbroken, but there is no Pit Madness to make him take The Worst Possible Choices, he doesn't beat Tim, doesn't become a crimelord, he doesn't kill. he faces his mentor, his father, and still tells him "I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt", and there is so much baggage, so many "should have", "could have", "would have"s for them to be on good terms right now, to be a family again

but Jason is not alone (he never was, in either reality, not really anyway. he could have gone home in both worlds, his family missed him, but only in this one he knows he has a home, even if he doesn't really believe he could have two), and when he goes back to where he feels safe and welcome, where he knows for a fact a new addition is not a replacement (Danielle is there, after all), in that building with a giant sign and a space ship on top (no matter what Danny says, that's what he still calls the OPS center), he is welcome back with open arms and his favourite chilli dogs waiting for him

he has a family in Amity too

and he knows, deep down, that if someone tried to really hurt him again, this set of parents will not hesitate to go for the kill

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zeestarfishalien · 7 months

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Part 12: Share with Silence of the Trees

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Jason has found a way to cross their language barrier! Danny still remembers how to spell things…he thinks he does at least. He knows letters and that’s important. There’s so much paper taped to the floor just so Danny can get across some sort of message.

He’d make an ouija board joke, but he’s more worried about Jazz right now, her blurry face and cries of pain are all he can think about. The sounds of his memory-nightmare repeat over and over in his mind.

Consequently, ‘Jazz’ is the first word he spells.

And of course Jason doesn’t know what he’s trying to tell him.

‘Help’ is the second word but that just makes Jason more confused. After some questions he narrows it down to a person named Jazz, but he’s not quite getting the picture. Jason thinks that Jazz is someone who can help Danny.

“N-O”

“U H-E-L-P J-A-Z-Z”

After a second, he tacks on, “P-L-Z”

There’s more questions and Danny doesn’t know the answers, he just keeps hearing her cries of pain in his mind and they need to make sure she’s okay.

Something in his eyes must spur Jason on, because he decides to tackle the questioning a different way. He has Danny describe Jazz.

“R-E-D H-A-I-R G-E-N-T-L-E H-A-N-D-S F-A-M-I-L-Y”

“What about a last name? Do you know their last name?”

And Danny tries. Oh does he try but his mind won’t give him that.

“D-O-N-T R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R”

“Okay,” Jason let’s out a reassuring hum. “That’s alright let’s see if we can’t figure out any details that might help me find her.”

“B-I-G-G-E-R T-H-A-N M-E” Danny roots his nose in the direction of his real body.

“Do you remember who you are?”

“S-O-M-E” Danny only hesitates a moment before adding “I A-M D-A-N-N-Y B-U-T A-L-S-O P-H-A-N-T-O-M.”

“Do you know where you came from? Gotham?”

He shakes his head. “N-O-T G-O-T-H-A-M I D-O-N-T K-N-O-W”

They go through a few more questions, most of which Danny doesn’t know the answer or has only a vague niggling memory he can’t access. It’s frustrating for both him and Jason. That Jason is so patient with Danny’s non-answers has him feeling grateful. He knows his faulty mind is not helping. He has memories but no context, no names and blurry faces and gaps where he has no clue what happened.

Their charades/ouija board session is interrupted by one of Jason’s phones going off.

“Ugh, Christ on a cracker…Firefly broke out of Arkham,” he says, looking up from the phone with a sigh. “I better make sure they get him roped in before he burns down half the alley.”

Danny nods. He hates that Jason goes into such danger, but he understands that he would be just as bad if their situations were reversed.

As such, when Jason leaves, he settles into his routine of pacing the border closest to where he can feel Jason. He flows down the side of the building and into the alley, then back up again. Crossing gaps that mortal creatures would never dream of leaping. He’s dead though and the dead don’t heed the laws of gravity or pesky things like physics. He’s dead…

…and why does that sit wrong in his mouth, on his brain?

Because he’s not.

His hackles flare as rage and panic flare from Jason. That he can sense it so strongly from this far away speaks volumes to how strong Jason’s emotions are raging right now. They hit him again, stronger.

Protect.

Failed once. Never again.

Protect.

PROTECT

Danny bolts towards Jason only to dissipate at the edge of how far he can be from his body. He growls at the invisible edge of the barrier as he reforms but it trails off into a whine as Jason’s panic escalates. There’s only one way to reach Jason.

To protect…

He doesn’t hesitate this time, when he dives into his body with the intention of coming back up with bipedal limbs and a mouth that can use words. He doesn’t get lost in the melded and warped memories that bombard him. He fights through emotions both new and old, fighting through his old self and swimming ever deeper into his body and mind.

He gasps awake with a sound like a drowning man coming up for air or the dead rising to life. It’s a breath that rattles his ribs and aches across those muscles between each one. His eyes flash open and his body feels wrong wrong Wrong but Jason’s call to protect is louder and more important than this minor inconvenience.

He can sense it better now, the details of Jason’s angry war cry. His brother, his kin is in danger.

He flexes fingers just to feel them working and he bolts. He doesn’t bother to go around anything, not when he’s used to being mostly incorporeal. The scenery blurs by as he races on and on, hoping beyond all hope that he can make it in time.

The smoke lingering in the air is the first sign of trouble. The second being Jason trying to throw himself into the burning building. The building his kin is most likely in.

Danny doesn’t hesitate, he takes barely even a second to get a sense of the most likely locations to search based on the flames and to decide the best way to sweep the warehouse fully before diving into the smoke.

He can’t miss. He can’t fail.

Not again.

Intangibility keeps the flames from burning him but the heat of the air is still stifling and the smoke tickling at his nose, daring him to breathe it in. He’s lucky he doesn’t need to breathe like this. It still burns his eyes but that’s fine because crying from smoke will hide the tears of fear. Fear that he won’t find Jason’s sibling in time.

The fear only grows the longer he searches without result. The creeping dread of what he will or won’t find crawls up his spine, and he has a spine it can crawl up now. He would almost rather go back to his spectral form, save for the fact that he would be unable to touch Jason’s brother.

On another pass, he spots Jason struggling through the smoke and flames. He shoves him back out of the building with stinging eyes and tear stained cheeks. He cannot fail but he also cannot lose Jason so he returns to his search with a dogged determination.

He’s nearly keening aloud by the time he finally stumbles across Red Robin crumpled in a storage closet. He can hear his heart beating and it looks like he’s breathing. Danny doesn’t have a good way to cover Red Robin’s nose and mouth. Neither of the fabrics they’re wearing are conducive to breathing through and it will take too much time to rifle through all of the pouches on the bird’s belts intangibly. He finally decides on covering the little exposed skin with his cloak and rushing out, hopefully fast enough to avoid damage.

Humans can’t take heat like he can. How hot does the air have to be before it burns the lungs inhaling it?

He flies straight up and through the ceiling. There’s more smoke but it’s safer in Danny’s eyes. Once they’re clear of the building and the reaching flames, Danny darts towards Jason. He can sense him trying to climb back in and then he can see it.

His feet make no sound as he lands on the street behind Jason, so he lets out a crooning sort of croak.

~•~

Jason spins, eyes wide and searching, landing on the glowing white haired teen and his unconscious brother draped across their arms. Even with the cape still covering Tim’s face, he knows it’s Tim.

And the teen…

oh…

The teen is Spooky, Danny. He’d recognize that funky jumpsuit anywhere and those eyes are the same Lazarus green eyes he sees on a canid face every damn day.

He’s frozen mentally. Physically he’s moving forward to check Tim’s vitals and look for any obvious signs of injury but it’s all autopilot, all things that were drilled into him so that it became second nature, so that he could function even when his emotions are running wild like they are right now. He’s furious and relieved and anxious and surprised and ecstatic and so much more nuances of the same. It’s a cyclone of vicious emotions attempting to claw their way to the surface, fighting each other for the top spot.

His instincts purr, they’re safe they’re safe family is safe, while he gets on coms with Oracle to make sure she knows they’ve got Tim and that he’s alive.

He gently takes Tim off of Spooky’s hands and hoists him onto his hip like he’s a sleeping toddler so he can free one of his hands.

He gently reaches out to ruffle hair that has the same wispy feeling as before.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. Family, his instincts say. I love you, says the odd rumbling tone that ripples out from somewhere in his chest.

Danny clicks and a similar rumble in higher pitch comes from him and somehow Jason knows that it means, I love you too. Family.

Sooo… hey…

Life has been crazy for me this past month and a half and I’ve barely had any time off between taking care of my mom who’s been injured (broke her back), working a lot more hours bc my mom can’t, and then just a whole slew of family events, weddings, funerals, the whole shebang. I quite literally skipped a funeral this weekend so I could actually rest for a sec (to be fair it was set on a Sunday afternoon at a place thats like a 4-6 hour drive away and I can’t really afford to miss work since, well…my mom broke her back (she’s fine and recovering well so far we think). Gods I feel like one of those ao3 authors that shows up out of nowhere with some wild story but like this is my life rn.

But yeah, I’m still working on this and I have a plan for where I want this to go so it’s gonna keep going. I’ll either get way more productive in October/November or way less productive since I’m prepping for nanowrimo.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #church grim danny au #the black dog danny

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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 month

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Honestly the action that takes place in HoH is my favorite -Danny Words: 2,727 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

XXX: What Are Thooose?

"What are they?" The demigods stand together near the handrail and stare at the creatures wandering the streets of Venice.

Jason squints. "The mortals think they're stray dogs."

"Or pets roaming around," Piper suggests. "My dad shot a film in Venice once. I remember him telling me there were dogs everywhere. Venetians love dogs."

"But what are they?" Frank repeats Hazel's question. "They look like... starving, shaggy cows with sheepdog hair."

"Maybe they're harmless," Leo muses. "They're ignoring the mortals."

"Harmless!" Hedge laughs. "Valdez, how many harmless monsters have we met? We should just aim the ballistae and see what happens!"

"Uh, no," Leo looks at Ara. "General?"

"We follow Hecate's instructions," she replies, eyeing the creatures with distrust. "Let's look for our given address, and hope they'll ignore us."

"I agree," Frank sighs, looking grumpy. "It's the only way we're going to track down the owner of that book."

Leo has the book under his arm but draws it out when Frank mentions it. The address the Kerkopes gave them is written in a Post-it. "La Casa Nera," the boy reads. "Calle Frezzeria."

"The Black House," Nico hums. "Calle Frezzeria is the street."

"That's what I said," Ara nods.

Nico raises a brow. "I thought you only knew how to catcall in Italian."

"Lily threw a dagger at me last time I did it and I figured it was time to learn for real."

"You speak Italian?" Frank blurts out, looking at them.

Nico glances at him with a scowl before continuing. "Frank and Ara are right. We have to find that address. The only way to do it is to walk the city. Venice is a maze. We'll have to risk the crowds and those... whatever they are."

"Did you just admit I'm right?" Ara smiles.

"Don't push it."

Thunder booms a little ahead and Jason scowls at the nearing storm. "Maybe I should stay on board. Lots of venti in that storm last night. If they decide to attack the ship again..."

"We had venti?" Ara asks in surprise. "I didn't hear it!"

"We noticed," Nico replies. "You snored the whole night, I wonder how Leo managed to—"

"You talk in your sleep," she interrupts him before he tells Hedge she slept in Leo's room. "I have recordings."

"What—"

Coach interrupts them. "Well, I'm out, too. If you softhearted cupcakes are going to stroll through Venice without even whacking those furry animals on the head, forget it. I don't like boring expeditions."

"It's okay, Coach." Leo smirks. "We still have to repair the foremast. Then I need your help in the engine room. I've got an idea for a new installation."

"Well..." Piper looks around. "Whoever goes should be good with animals. I, uh... I'll admit I'm not great with cows."

"Those aren't cows," Ara retorts.

"I still pass."

"I'll go," Frank says.

Leo pats his shoulder and hands him the book. "Awesome. If you pass a hardware store, could you get me some two-by-fours and a gallon of tar?"

"Leo," Hazel scolds him, "it's not a shopping trip."

"I'll go with Frank," Nico declares.

"Uh..." Frank hesitates. "You're good with animals?"

The boy smirks. "Actually, most animals hate me. They can sense death. But there's something about this city... Lots of death. Restless spirits. If I go, I may be able to keep them at bay. Besides, as you noticed, I speak Italian."

Leo hesitates. "Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!"

"I'll go too," Ara places a hand on Frank's shoulder and senses his anxiety. "I'm good with animals. Hellhounds and Nemean lions love me."

"What about the repairs?" Leo asks, suddenly not as amused as before. "The new installation? I wanted to teach you how to do it!"

"I'll be back soon," she assures him. "If you wait for me, you can still show me."

Ara wants to keep an eye on Nico. She can't afford to lose him, Lily would kill her. She knows how to look after him now, so that's what she'll do.

"I'll go too," Hazel says right after. "So I can stop you two from killing each other."

Nico and Ara share a look. They can't act offended, that could easily happen if they're left unsupervised.

"All right, then," Nico turns around. "Let's go find the owner of that book."

At some point during their walk, Nico speaks to her quietly. "Lily would've loved coming here."

"Don't remind me," Ara makes a face.

"You're too quiet about her," he points out. "You guys fought? I know Lily was against you leaving..."

"The argument was because of you, actually."

"What?"

Hazel stumbles on a cobblestone and Frank catches her, but the movement makes the cow-dogs around look up and growl. Their gazes make Ara feel sick, and she has to avert hers.

"What are they?" It's her turn to ask with concern.

"Nice cows," Frank steps forward to protect the group. "Guys, I'm thinking we should back out of here slowly."

"I'm such a klutz," Hazel winces. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," Nico points at the ground. "Look at your feet."

Ara and Nico move back in unison, and the roots try to follow their feet as they go. The plants are smelly, and the cow-dogs seem to like them a little too much, because the more they move, the more they pay attention to them.

"These roots seem to like demigods," Frank scowls.

Hazel reaches for her sword. "And the cow creatures like the roots."

"Don't touch it," Ara warns her. "They won't be nice if we tamper with their food."

"Don't meet their eyes either," Frank adds. "I'll distract them. You back up slowly toward that black house."

Ara frowns. "You're not staying here alone."

The plants speed up and reach their feet quickly, the creatures tense and growl. "Okay, change of plans," Frank says thinly. "Run!"

Nico and Hazel hurry to the Black House while Ara turns Almighty into a spear. Frank stands next to her screaming, seemingly trying to turn into some animal.

"No!" Frank screams at two creatures that leave the group to chase after their friends. "Me! I'm the rhino!"

"What?" Ara asks, striking one of the creatures.

"Nothing," Frank moves closer to her as the creatures encircle them. "I just... need to concentrate."

"If these were all Nemean lions, I'd have this in the bag," Ara sulks, and it gives Frank an idea.

"A lion," he says, looking up at the balcony of a nearby house.

He turns into a massive feline. Ara climbs on top of him and changes her spear to a bow and arrows, summoning Artemis's blessing. Frank jumps over the herd of monsters and as they go, Ara shoots at all the furry targets she spots in the area.

They get rid of most, but one jumps too close to Frank's face and releases a cloud of greenish fog. Ara holds her breath and moves away, but Frank is in killing mode, he roars and slashes through the creature and realizes his mistake too late.

"Frank! Frank!" Nico's screaming.

Frank turns back into a human and Ara slips off his back. His face is reddish and he can't stop coughing. Ara searches in her Octopi bag and pulls out the piece of fabric she'd used while fighting the Kerkopes to cover her mouth and nose, then places Frank's arm around her shoulder.

"Hold your breath!" She tells him, lifting her bow.

"Ara c'mon!" Nico urges her, he's killed the cows that had tried to chase after him and Hazel.

Ara grabs three arrows and shoots to get rid of the remaining cow-dogs. When they get to the archway, she realizes Hazel is unconscious.

"She got a blast of green gas right in the face," Nico explains. "I—I wasn't fast enough."

"It's okay," Ara eases him, though she's also concerned.

"We need to get her back to the ship," Frank says hoarsely.

More cow monsters approach, and Nico shakes his head. "We'll never make it on foot. Frank, turn into a giant eagle. Don't worry about us. Get her back to the Argo II!"

"Sounds like a good plan," Ara agrees. "Maybe Hedge will know what to do."

"Your friends can't help you," says a voice behind them. "They don't know the cure."

There, in the Black House's entrance, is a man dressed in all denim. A god.

"Who are—"

"Can you cure her?" Frank interrupts her.

"Of course," the god grins. "But you'd better hurry inside. I think you've angered every katobleps in Venice."

When they get Hazel on top of a table, Ara touches Frank's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," he brushes off the question as well as her hand.

Ara's decided that she likes Frank because he's loyal and protective of the people he loves no matter what. He is Clarisse's brother through and through, a mellower version of her, which is nice, but just like her in all the good ways.

"What were those cow things?" Frank asks the god. "What did they do to her?"

"Katoblepones. Singular: katobleps. In English, it means down-looker. Called that because—"

"They're always looking down!" Nico hits his forehead. "Right. I remember reading about them."

Frank makes a face. "Now you remember?"

Nico looks slightly embarrassed as he explains. "I, uh... used to play this stupid card game when I was younger. Mythomagic. The katobleps was one of the monster cards."

"I played Mythomagic," Frank replies casually. "I never saw that card."

"It was in the Africanus Extreme expansion deck."

"Oh."

"Used to?" Ara raises a brow. "You still play with Lily when you visit us!"

"Shut up."

The god steps forward. "Are you done, ah, geeking out, as they say?"

"Right, sorry," Nico clears his throat. "Anyway, katoblepones have poison breath and a poison gaze. I thought they only lived in Africa."

"That's their native land," the man sighs. "They were accidentally imported to Venice hundreds of years ago. You've heard of Saint Mark?"

"Saints? They're not part of Greek mythology," Frank scowls.

"No, but Saint Mark is the patron saint of this city. He died in Egypt, oh, a long time ago. When the Venetians became powerful... well, the relics of saints were a big tourist attraction back in the Middle Ages. The Venetians decided to steal Saint Mark's remains and bring them to their big church of San Marco. They smuggled out his body in a barrel of pickled pig parts."

"That's... disgusting."

"That's religion," Ara corrects him.

"Yes," the god smiles. "The point is, you can't do something like that and not have consequences. The Venetians unintentionally smuggled something else out of Egypt—the katoblepones. They came here aboard that ship and have been breeding like rats ever since. They love the magical poison roots that grow here—swampy, foul-smelling plants that creep up from the canals. It makes their breath even more poisonous! Usually the monsters ignore mortals, but demigods... especially demigods who get in their way—"

"Got it," Frank interrupts him impatiently. "Can you cure her?"

"Possibly."

"Possibly?" Frank's eyes darken, and Ara sees the Ares in him. He reaches out and places his hand under Hazel's nose. "Nico, please tell me she's doing that death-trance thing, like you did in the bronze jar."

"I don't know if Hazel can do that," Nico winces. "Her dad is technically Pluto, not Hades, so—"

"Hades!" The unknown guy stumbles back. "So that's what I smell. Children of the Underworld? If I'd known that, I would never have let you in!"

"Hazel's a good person," Frank stands up straight. "You promised you would help her!"

"I did not promise."

"She's my sister," Nico seizes his sword. "I don't know who you are, but if you can cure her, you have to, or so help me by the River Styx—"

"Oh, blah, blah, blah!" The man turns Nico into a corn plant. "There! Children of Hades can't order me around! You should talk less and listen more. Now at least you have ears."

Ara laughs in delight, and then she stops. "Wait, I'm supposed to be looking after him," she looks at the god. "Turn him back!"

"No."

Frank steps back in alarm. "You're a god."

"Triptolemus." The man smiles. "My friends call me Trip, so don't call me that. And if you're another child of Hades—"

"Mars! Child of Mars!"

"Well... not much better. But perhaps you deserve to be something better than a corn plant. Sorghum? Sorghum is very nice."

"You don't wanna do that," Ara steps in. "Listen, mighty god of..." the girl looks around the room. "Farming. I'm Ara Jackson, my friends call me Birdy so you can't, and I'm the current daughter of Olympus. We found something that belongs to you."

Frank pulls out the old book from his backpack. "This is yours, right?"

"My almanac!" Triptolemus snatches the book out of the boy's grip and reads through its pages. "Oh, this is fabulous! Where did you find it?"

"Um, Bologna. There were these..." Ara gestures at him to shut up and Frank quickly redirects his speech. "Terrible monsters. We risked our lives, but Ara knew this was important to you. So could you maybe, you know, turn Nico back to normal and heal Hazel?"

"Hmm? Oh, heal them?" Triptolemus laughs. "I'm grateful for the book, of course. I can definitely let you go free, son of Mars. And I can't touch the daughter of Olympus, but I have a long-standing problem with Hades. After all, I owe my godly powers to Demeter!"

"You're holding onto a grudge that isn't even yours?" Ara scowls. "So what if he married Persephone? Even Demeter lives with him now!"

"It's a matter of principles," he shrugs. "When Demeter went searching for her daughter, scouring the whole earth, not many people would help her. Hecate lit her way at night with her torches. And I... well, when Demeter came to my part of Greece, I gave her a place to stay. I comforted her, gave her a meal, and offered my assistance. I didn't know she was a goddess at the time, but my good deed paid off. Later, Demeter rewarded me by making me a god of farming!"

"Wow," Frank states plainly. "Farming. Congratulations."

"I know! Pretty awesome, right? Anyway, Demeter never got along with Hades. So naturally, you know, I have to side with my patron goddess. Children of Hades—forget it! In fact, one of them—this Scythian king named Lynkos? When I tried to teach his countrymen about farming, he killed my right python!"

"Your... right python?"

The god shows them his broken chariot. "You see? No good! Ever since I lost my right python, I haven't been able to spread the word about farming—at least not in person. Now I have to resort to giving online courses."

"What?"

"Triptolemus Farming University!" He says, turning his computer to show them. "In just six weeks, you can get your bachelor's degree in the exciting and vibrant career of the future—farming!"

"If we fix your stupid chariot will you heal Hazel and turn Nico back into a real boy?" Ara asks.

Trip blinks and pauses. "Fix... my chariot?"

"Fool-proof deal. We help you, so you help our friends and Demeter can't get mad at you."

"You could even give us whatever aid you can to defeat Gaea's forces," Frank suggests quickly.

Triptolemus snorts. "What makes you think I can aid you with that?"

"Hecate told us so," Frank explains. "She sent us here. She—she decided Hazel is one of her favorites."

"Hecate?"

The god's reaction tells them all they need. Ara and Frank share a brief look before the boy continues. "The goddess guided us to your almanac in Bologna. She wanted us to return it to you, because... well, she must've known you had some knowledge that would help us get through the House of Hades in Epirus."

"Yes... I see. I know why Hecate sent you to me," the god eyes them reluctantly. "Very well, go find a way to fix my chariot. If you succeed, I will do all you ask. If not—"

"I know. Our friends die."

"Yes! And you'll make a lovely patch of sorghum!"

As they exit the Black House, Ara turns to Frank. "I have no idea of how to fix his chariot."

"What!" He looks over his shoulder and then talks under his breath. "Why did you say you'd fix it, then?!"

"Because I was spacing out and I wanted him to shut up!" Ara replies defensively. "And he wasn't going to help us out of the kindness of his heart."

"Hazel is running out of time—"

"So you better start brainstorming with me."

"I have a brainstorm in my head already," he slips to the floor, holding his head like it's hurting.

Ara crouches in front of him, placing a hand on his knee to feel his emotions. He's stressed, but most of all, he's furious. "Frank, what's wrong?"

"It's my dad," he locks eyes with her. "He wants me to kill all of you."

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Danny gets treatment, not that he needs it. Jason does not agree.

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Why did Red have to look at him? Why had he made that deal? Why was he going through with it?

He really didn’t want to. Danny had been so confident he would win. So sure, he could keep going. He’s been through so much and always manages to push through it. He barely could stand before collapsing.

Now here he was on the ground. Caving into the deal. He just felt inclined to comply. Like he had to.

Danny even went as far as to let Red help him up. Even taking off his sweatshirt. This did not track.

Why is he letting him unwrap the bandages? Heck, he isn’t even fighting him on it. Hell, he still fights Sam and Jazz on any injury he got. Tucker gave up on forcing treatment. Really it was only a very few weapons that left a mark. Why now was he just idly letting it happen?

Not fighting him on any aspect

Sam told him he once punched Tucker while unconscious.

Which didn’t make sense?

Logistically, he had no requirements to follow along. Even if it was somehow a legally binding deal. Danny was in fact only a minor. Not able to make these agreements.

Frick, the last of the bandages. Danny still wasn’t moving.

Red was going to see them. He was going to see the cuts. This dude did not need to see his stomach. The other injuries... were fine. Those injuries weren’t that horrid. Sure, he was bruised. So, what if his stomach mayhaps be bleeding? It was only a little bit. It was mostly inside him.

The injection site. That stupid injection from the GIW. He just knew that was going to look bad as well. He really hasn’t paid much attention to that specific spot. The Y had really taken priority while on the roof and billboard.

But what his pare- Jack and Maddie did to him.

He really didn’t want to think about it, being treated. No just let it be... it has to heal at some point.

The bandages did hide the injury. Why reveal it? If you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist, that’s just how the rule goes. If only everyone else and his body agreed.

He knew the stitches were bad. He rushed them at night on a roof. It would be obvious he did it on his own. Which he did technically imply he was on the run from the government. But this crime lord actually was persistent on not letting him dip. Did he really want to show the injury off? Was the blood even red or green? Was it ectoplasm leaking through the bandages? Was he even an actual human right now? Did he go ghost? What color was it?

No, it was red. He looked down. Human blood, which should have been a sign. Jack and Maddie had made a ghost bleed before, never enough to actually harm them. But enough to see. They bled green, not red.

He was bleeding red.

Red all through the bandages. He was him despite what they claimed.

Jack and Maddie just didn’t think so. They only thought of him as a body snatcher. Just jamming right into him. No care, no hesitation. Just cut after cut, that burning through his neck, and how he could still feel it nothing had stopped it. He couldn’t stop the noises either.

No budging on the cuffs. Not breaking or bending. This stup-

Autopsy marks

Red had died. That confirmed that. HE Had come back not the same way as him, not via normal medical procedures.

Well, Red got him out of his thoughts on his vivisection that his parents would deem dissection. Out of all the ways to be brought out. The guy who had seen the marks essentially just said bet.

Bringing up his own marks.

Not done fresh, not while awake. Not a vivisection he didn’t even call it a dissection.

Autopsy.

Red said autopsy marks.

Faded and light. With how red smelt he wasn’t surprised. Danny had been fairly positive the man had come in contact with the river of revulsion. To be heavily covered in the stench it just made sense. Active and free ghost repellent. Nothing his doctor would order.

Now coming back to life after an autopsy. That. That was unexpected. He himself came back. Only because he was brought back right away. He didn’t linger long enough to get an autopsy. That would have only shown death via the portal. But coming back after that.

No that.

That…

That was unexpected.

Something he had not expected to ever hear. That sounds like it could be problematic. The very balance of life and death. That’s an issue he should deal with. Or maybe he just wouldn’t. Someone coming back to life… well was that actually a problem. Being alive is fun. There shouldn’t be a leak like that, especially since it wasn’t real ectoplasm that brought him back.

HE would just have to ignore that for now. Not his problem.

Danny technically wasn’t king; he had no powers so why report anything? Also, he really didn’t want to get caught… an abnormality wasn’t that big of a deal.

One person being brought back to life, ages after dying, it can’t be that big.

Yea…

Not his problem.

*******

Jason could handle this. Totally handle it. Definitely, totally absolutely no need to freak out at all.

Maybe he should have hounded them for more info. Not gone radio silent yet again. Jason had just wanted to focus on the passed-out child. The lady from his dreams taunting him about helping some prince. The timing just felt odd to suddenly run into a kid who needs help.

As well he didn’t want to deal with every other bird/bat in Gotham. If they're going to bug him so much, they can track him down. He’ll focus on the kid. It was only a matter of time. They never knew when to back off.

Still.

A hey. The kid was cut open. That would have been nice. He may not be responding but a message may have been nice.

That group really deserved a visit. The facility needed to burn down. Preferably with the perpetrators still inside. Give them a little warm-up of their afterlife.

Jason couldn’t think about this right now. Danny said not to freak out. He couldn’t show his inner turmoil. He went into a neutral expression.

Not quick enough.

Danny went from defeated acceptance into nervous energy and looking ready to bolt. With how grievous the injuries were he wouldn’t get too far. Or even off the couch.

He really needed to get him into the spare bedroom.

Out of all the info he had gotten this had not been mentioned. He knew the kid got injected with something the injures he was warned about. Didn’t equate to vivisection. He couldn’t have a mini freak out right now. Calming down the victim had to come first.

Lying would get him nowhere. No guarantees that he’d be fine now or excuses. Saying everything will be okay would not de-escalate the situation. Offering a lollipop wouldn’t help anything.

No. None of that. He needed to connect.

His own scar came to mind. The only one that remained after the pits.

He remembers after the pits. His mind came back to himself. It was then he saw his own reflection. It had felt all wrong.

His own body scared in a way to remember he was killed. His own autopsy scars are light and faint.

It wasn’t the same thing by any means. It could be just enough to get the kid out of his own thought. Give him something else to grapple with.

Get the haunted look out of his eyes. Dannys breathing getting more rapid. Get him out of his own head. No one deserves to remember their own death.

His expression was calm and neutral keeping his voice as neutral as possible. “I’ll admit to not being used to seeing those markings fresh, I mean I see my own autopsy marks anytime I’m shirtless in the mirror.”

The change was near instant. Rather than the dark look, now the kid had one of confusion, trying to solve a puzzle. Well, he could work with that.

Let him process that information, then work on getting his guard down. Confusion would be a lot easier to work off of, much better than panicking. He could guide confusion into a reluctant calm. Probably. He wouldn’t be able to properly stitch it up otherwise. And they needed it. The angles of the stitches... man he had to have dealt with that himself. No wonder they were Sloppy and loose.

The fact any were still in place was a shock.

Danny had to have been alone for that.

They were irritated and red, signs of an infection. This was bad. No way he was getting the kid to a doctor. Given the meta factor, normal stuff might not work in the slightest. He could handle the patching up.

Meta drugs or something that could work.

That could be an issue. Maybe that med kit in the bag had something.

He’d have to ask the kid. No way a trusted medical professional would get within 30 feet of this kid.

No way the kid would agree to see Leslie. Well. Maybe in civies and not any sign of being a legit doctor. But bringing anyone in could end in running. Meaning worsening the injuries. He shouldn’t have even been moving after this. Recover was going to be tough.

Even if he did have rapid healing. It certainly wasn’t helping with how he was going. Jumping off roofs and running around. Not good for recovery.

But.

It made sense.

It made too much sense.

Thought for after everything was cleaned and fixed up.

Jason's phone started to buzz against him in his pocket. Bruce no doubt. He's been dodging his calls since last night. Jason had bigger problems to deal with right now.

“Wounds infected, know of anything that works on it” Jason really didn’t expect an answer. Danny was tight-lipped in the alleyway. He had a better tactic to try… “If not ill just wash it out and hope for the best. Takes longer to heal if not, longer you won’t make it to the door.”

Kid rolled his eyes and groaned “My bag, med kit... it glows green. It will probably work” he didn’t seem very sure of if it would or not. No time like the present. So, it was off to the bag.

Glowing green vial…

Nearly the same color as the pits. Only greener and less chunky. So close to pit waters.

“It’s ectoplasm... not pit??? Water. It’s also toxic, so I guess be wary. Unless you’re into that, I guess. I’m literally an ecto-being. Not some pit being. Who calls that stuff pit water? That’s just gross. Did it come from someone’s armpits? Like some stinky old man. No something to fear according to the government. Like they didn't start it”

If he was gonna talk. He most certainly was gonna let him.

“Hunted down for the government's stupid law. Human opened the dang portal. The others wanted to play, not get shot. 0 out of 10 getting shot is deadly… nearly enough as electricity” Danny got quiet after that. He was gonna prod. Just a tad.

“They do that to ya”

“I wish…. it was my parents” spitting out the last word eyes glowing green “Apparently I’m not human enough for them.”

Green glowing eyes, another thing for the mental file.

Here he was looking to confirm the government agency. He knew it was legit, but hearing if they did that to a kid was... Well, That would have given the motivation to eradicate that specific branch. He didn’t need any more motivation, the more he had the quicker it would go down. The kid has too much going against him.

He now had “Parents” to look into.

First calming down the kid. Hopefully getting him into an actual bed. The couch was okay but with those wounds. Not gonna be good enough.

“You drink this stuff or dump it on?” He asked while pulling out one of the vials. Danny just made grabby hands at it. So, he simply handed it over.

Danny just took it like a shot.

Huh?

The white in the kid’s hair started to turn black and must be linked somehow. Maybe a sign of health? Powers? Too many things it could be.

Filing that in the mental file.

Danny’s eyes were dropping. Either the emotional backlash or ectoplasm was getting to him. Good enough to patch up and move the kid to the room. Little to no argument on his part.

Most of exhausted himself already. Easy to do when you have one foot on the grave. The kid would be out for a while. Should be at least.

Yet again to be on the safe side. The backpack was left in the living room the wall opposite the room. The bedroom door was left open. That room made enough noise he wasn’t worried about him walking out. Him going intangible.

That prevents the creaks.

Hence the trackers inside the lining of the backpack. He was a decent enough seamstress. He had all night.

Of course, his phone was vibrating. Despite turning that off.

Did Bruce really think he was going to give up his location? The man keeps calling and texting. He had his meeting with the league, they just needed to deal with the GIW. He could babysit the kid. This was the one safe house he has manages to stay secret. Let him enjoy it until they undoubtedly track it down. Which. Well. They probably already had the location at this point.

Ugh, another vibration. He refused the call. Muting it yet again.

Jason knew he’d have to get the information soon. He couldn’t just dip and for all they knew the kid had enhanced hearing. So, it wasn’t wise to send anyone up.

Not when the kid had just passed out. Who knew how long he would have been out? Danny was most likely to bolt when he first woke up.

It was a no-go on any outside interference. The kid may not be able to successfully get away. He doubted he could bolt out the window. It was the second story. But he wouldn’t take that risk. That supposed ectoplasm in the vial, which was to lose to the Lazarus green pits for him, did bring back some black hair.

He had to be cautious. The brat probably has some of his powers back.

The room did go cold.

Good for Danny, bad for keeping him safe. The kid was a flight risk enough.

And his phone was going off yet again. Bruce because of course it was. Man, he's really gunning for it. Jason had muted his phone three times at this point. Ugh. He wasn’t going to stop, was he?

Jason did need more information.

Ugh.

The kid was out for a second time. He would be out for at least 10 minutes. F it. He could just pop outside. He’d just be quick.

“What”

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-A couple years ago at Hawkins High at the start of the school year-

JD: -standing by himself brooding, as Dan walks by-

Dan: Hi, Jason!

JD: -ignores him-

-Later at the library, JD is trying to read a book, as Dan walks by carrying some books of his own as he goes to the Microfiche machine with Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin-

Dan: Hey, Jason.

JD: -takes a minor glance but buried himself back in his book- Mmn…

-Study hall, JD is attempting creative writing, side eyes Eddie furiously and excitedly getting into a D&D campaign he’s writing for the Hellfire Club, and shakes his head. He glances behind him at Dan reading a DuckTales comic, having already finished his assignment. Dan notices, smiles and waves at JD. JD almost waves back, hesitates, and goes back to his writing.-

-Lunchtime. JD is just picking at his cafeteria pizza, looking forlorn and bored. He hears a plate clack in front of him and sees Dan sitting across from him-

Dan: Heh, sorry, Jason, everywhere else was full.

JD: -looks at some other tables where there is plenty of space, and shoots a bit of a tired look at Dan- What do you want?

Dan: Hmm? -eating carrots on his plate-

JD: -leans forward, looking intimidating- You’ve keep badgering me all morning, just tell me what you want or leave.

Dan: I don’t want anything. I was trying to be nice.

JD: -doesn’t look convinced-

Dan: Plus …

JD: -looks annoyed- Here it is, ladies and gentlemen…

Dan: …Plus I just wanted to hang out with you.

JD: …Did you loose a bet? Don’t patronize me. -tries to get up-

Dan: I mean it. I really do. JD: -stops, slowly sits down- …Why?

Dan: You’re the new kid, like I am, I just transferred from Garfield (JD: What the cat…?), and you just keep to yourself all the time since you got here a couple days ago. You look like you need a buddy! -smiles-

JD: -looks Dan over, blushing a bit- Buddy? No, I… I don’t … I-I like being alone. -turns his back-

Dan: -finishes his carrots- No you don’t.

JD: I DO! -looks flustered- -still has his back to Dan-

Dan: -sips New Coke from a straw- No you don’t, I can see it in your eyes, Jason.

Jason: -sputters and turns around- My n-name is JD!! JAY. DEE. Why do you keep calling me Jason?!

Dan: -not phased in the slightest-JD is short for “Jason Dean”, isn’t it?

JD: Y-yes…

Dan: -swirls his New Coke can around a bit- So technically I can still call you Jason. Besides I know another JD, Jeremy Detweiler, and I don’t want to get you two mixed up.

JD: -sputters and realizes he’s loosing whatever this is and folds his arms in defeat- Fine. Call me Jason… I guess.

Dan: Yay. I’m Dan, by the way. -holds out his hand to shake-

JD: -glances at the boy’s hand, unfolds his arms, quickly shoots out his hand and gingerly touches Dan’s index finger and shakes it a little, and retracts- …Greetings and salutations… Danny-boy…

-There’s a bit of a pause-

JD: …Why do you want to hang out with me? I’m not a geek or anything. I saw you with Byers’ …Whaddya call it… guild? I’m going with guild.

Dan: Why would that matter? I don’t believe in cliques. Are you trying to be in one? -points to the lock and key necklace-

JD: This? It’s … from my mom. It’s from the last time I saw her at the demolition si… -shakes head- Why am I telling you this…!?

Dan: Oops… Sorry, I didn’t know… -looks embarrassed, steeples fingers on his Coke can-

JD: It’s … -sighs- ok.

-The bell rings-

JD: -gets up- Well, later.

Dan: Later…! -decides that’s as far as it’s gonna go and starts to leave-

JD: -hesitates- Wait.

Dan: -stops and turns around-

JD: You … you… -is trying to get the words out- -takes a deep breath and blurts out- Y’wannagoto7/11tonight? -groans and pants-

Dan: 7/11? The one by the K-Mart?

JD: -nods-

Dan: Sure! It’s a date! (JD: Don’t call it THAT…!) See you then!

JD: Y-yeah! -weakly smiles, but goes back to frowning- He’s not gonna come… -goes to class-

-Later that night, JD is by the Slushee machine getting his usual, looking dejected-

JD: -muttering- Lowered my fucking guard and look what happens. …I’m a stupid, worthless, fucking mistake… -takes a sip and snorts-

-The door opens and JD looks up and almost chokes on his drink-

Dan: -looking around, and spots JD and walks up to him- Hey, Jason!

JD: -coughs- Danny-boy?! You… you actually… -coughs- came?

Dan: Of course I did! -pats JD’s shoulder- Sorry I was running a little late, I was helping Ma with something. So what do you wanna do~?

JD: I … I guess we’re doing it!

Dan: A night of Slushees sounds good to me! Ooh I’ll pay. Lemme get a Cherry Coke Slushee~!

JD: -just watches as Dan goes to the register- He actually came… -slowly smiles and a tear rolls down-

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After Bruce adopts Danny, having learned from Jason, he decides to be extra careful and Send Danny to a real therapist ™ (as much as he respects Jazz for trying, she's only in training and lacks a professional touch) to help Danny resolve his feelings about his own death using a carefully edited story.

Despite Danny's hesitance and protests about seeing spectra putting him off therapy entirely, he goes, and the first few sessions run well enough for Danny to begrudgingly want to continue... Until one day Danny's regular therapist is gone from their office, apparently out on a family emergency. What's more unusual is the doctor hired a temporary replacement: Dr. Harleen Quinnzel. She seems well accredited, what could go wrong?

Ooo that depends on the type of Harley LOL But yes can see Bruce being more attentive with Danny, understanding that what he's going through does need more care. Jazz probably be the one to help Danny be ok with therapy- Also if he gets promised at any time he feels uncomfortable he can stop. Can see Danny just instantly being aware of her, and not really that ok with speaking at first couple sessions. Other than that I'm not sure on where to go with it eoe- mostly because I'm lacking knowledge. LOL I'm srry- BUT THIS does sound like a cool concept! If its still villain harley then maybe Danny gets tricked, which immediately makes him stop going to therapy ever again. : I Too vulnerable and too easily prayed on. If its anti-hero, or like auntie harley like some fans like to do.. can see it turning into a wild time. LOL Danny having bizarre fun. like I said I'm not too sure how to do with it eoe but I like this. Anyone with ideas plz put them below.

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Have you ever considered Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd or Damian Wayne/Dani Fenton? What are your thoughts?

i like my ships healthy and mutual so good with these ships in a general sense.

i think jason would need to do a lot of work before he's ready to date. i am giving a firm no to jazz being his therapist in any official capacity because doctor/patient relationships aren't healthy or balanced. but the scenario i'm imagining for them is maybe jason after getting a better hold of his life and anger issues starts attending collage just because he likes learning and considers it a nice break. a place where he can pretend to be normal. and there he'd meet jazz who is attending for a semester to take advantage of their famous psych program and act as a ta. she still went to an ivy league this is a temporary arrangement. and they have some sort heroic meet cute where jazz places herself in his mind by having a level head during a crisis and being ready and willing to body slam a villain. they'll meet again after this as civilians and jason doesn't entirely trust her, because the schools psych department has a Bad history, and pretty ivy league girls don't belong in Gotham. she's also a touch too naive and chipper and far too observant for his liking. she notices that he's hurting almost immediately and probably puts together that he's jason todd a little to quickly for anyone's comfort. i imagine there would be an exchange where he tries to gaslight her like "jason todd is dead." and jazz just kinda waves him off because "who says death is the end."

i reckon he gets properly paranoid and does a background check on her and finds her crazy parents and her crazy town and ends up deciding actually the fact that she's so well adjusted is suspicious. crazy breeds crazy. where is she keeping hers.

so of course he enters full paranoia, and kinda stalking mode and jazz notices that he's stalking her and calls him out and he's genuinely startled that she notice she was being stalked at all. probably leads to an argument that has them not talking to each other until of course something goes wrong. i'm kinda imagining the sheer horror that would be scarecrow and spectra teaming up and trying to experiment on the psych students. so jazz ends up teaming up with red hood to handle the situation because she recognizes spectra and knows how to deal with her. jason is all hesitant and rude as hell to her but she doesn't care because they have lives to save. they end up saving each other back and forth and jason truly takes in the fact that jazz is a badass with some sort of training. especially because spectra is really bad for him and jazz handles that entire part of the fight.

afterwards jazz ends up revealing that she figured out red hood and most of the bats identity a long time ago. jason's slightly more willing to trust her, since it's basically been spelled out to him that her crazy is that she's been literally fighting ghosts for years. that's the kind of crazy he's comfortable with. but jazz is having none of it. just because they fight well together and he's decided to trust her doesn't make stalking her okay. she like her privacy and she wants her boundaries respected. and if their relationship is going to go anywhere he's going to have to learn to be less paranoid.

from their we could have a proper slow burn, healing fic, where jason has to deal with his baggage and earn jazz's trust and love. i absolutely see them having fantastic chemistry. bad boy/nerdy girl. jazz doesn't take his shit but can help him through the rough process that is therapy. the sass and affection would come out in equal measure. they argue about books. jason teasing jazz about being short and a perfectionist. jazz inflicted his family on him whenever possible (minus bruce because she can read the room). and that's not to mention the future plot moments, such as jason meeting danny and being faced with a protective paranoid little brother. jazz meeting the bats and dealing with seven paranoid protective siblings and their dad. ghost fighting. figuring out how the Lazarus pit relates to the ghost zone. comparing and contrasting danny and jason. jazz and harley meeting at some point. what happens when it's time for jazz to go back to her ivy league. i see a lot of potential in this pairing.

as for dani/damian. well my first thought is gremlin x gremlin dynamic. they're too young for me to think seriously about their relationship. but crushes and friendship possibly growing into something more when they're older can be a thing. for the time being though i see them as best friends who fight and tease each other constantly but who also enable and encourage each other to do the most chaotic shit imaginable. they sap each others brain cells and even though they're highly capable and intelligent and powerful, they will just do the dumbest shit. like they will do smart things to pull off the dumb shit. alfred deserves a vacation. you know damian is taking full advantage of dani's ghost powers. and dani's learning assassin skills from him. and she encourages damian to pull more pranks and he encourages her to be more ruthless. and they've stolen a concerning amount of animals. and they both struggle with issues of abandonment and inferiority. they're just chaotic and i love that for them.

you didn't bring it up but i could also see dani/billy batson being a ship though the dynamic would be a bit more fun and angsty. homeless kids bonding and going on brightly colored adventures. they would definitely bring out each others goofy sides. but also deal with identity issues and questions of mortality so angst potential is there to. family drama. friendship, having to handle things on their own. they have their lion's share of adventures. also just the mental image of this ten year old in an grown up costume introducing a 12 year old ghost clone as his girlfriend would be chaotic as hell. especially because they can't confirm dani's age without asking. she might be as old as shazam but look young because she's dead (the reality that she's technically only a year old). it's awkward. and just seeing their two figures next to each other is funny to me. meanwhile in human form they could pass as siblings. there's a dynamic here, i'm sure of it. still pretty childish as far as romance goes but fun - Hestia

#dpjl #danny phantom #dani phantom #jazz fenton #jason todd #damian wayne #billy batson

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Always be my plus one - part 3

Ok, look, it's 4 am, there are going to be typos, and we're just going to have to deal with it. I also tried to find a gif that was Tyson and Cale but I couldn't find one in the gif insert thing on here so I just went with this one (it feels weird to change it up but like, oops)

I make no promises that you aren't going to be mad at me for this part so have fun !

This is shorter than the last part, coming in at around 5k words.

The only warnings I have here are implied sex.

Translations for the Italian in here: "tu sei uno stronzo" - you're an ass(hole)

stronzino - little asshole

Also want to thank @justjosty @zinka8 @hockeylvr59 @hockeywocs anons and I'm sure I'm forgetting people for helping me write this part but ily all I'm just dumb and tired

Read the previous part here!

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Valentine’s Day

The Feast Day of St. Valentine is traditionally celebrated in the Western Catholic Church on February 14, to honor the patron saint of love. Though not traditionally celebrated as a Catholic holiday, millions of people celebrate the day of love with those who mean the most to them. While pessimists of the day say it’s a ‘holiday made up by greeting card companies,’ approximately 190 million Valentine’s Day cards are sent in the United States alone, not including cards given by school children to their classmates. Couples enjoy the holiday with a romantic night out, presents, flowers, chocolates, etc., while those who don’t have someone or don’t care do whatever they want without the pressure of living up to a holiday that doesn’t mean very much in the grand scheme of things.

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February 12, 2022

“Where are you going tonight?” Matthew’s voice came through his younger sister’s phone. He had called early in the week to see if Anne could babysit Harper so he and Stephanie could do something for Valentine’s Day without having to shell out an extravagant amount of money on a sitter.

“I’m, uh,” Anne hesitates, “going out with Tyson. Sorry.” She hears Matthew let out a sigh on the other end. “Hey, stronzo, why don’t you ask Lucy? Her and Jason never do anything on Valentine’s Day.”

Matthew starts talking about how the last time he asked Lucy last minute to watch his daughter, despite their girls being best friends, she ended up going on a fifteen-minute rant. While Anne gets her heels on, staring at herself in the mirror and admiring the floor-length, red dress she had on the slit going up the side for no one but herself, Matthew continues to tell her about how his twin goes on and on about needing a schedule at all times, how she can’t just drop everything in a moment’s notice because he wants to do something with his wife.

“Hey, Matthew,” she cuts him off, trying to shrug her coat on, “Why didn’t you ask Lucy or Sebby after I said no earlier this week?”

“Because I didn’t think you actually had plans.”

“Again, tu sei uno stronzo.”

“I am not an ass!” he detests.

“Fine, you’re a stronzino, happy?” Anne hears him stammer again, not letting him get a word in, “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, ok? Ask Ma, Dad’s off in Florida right now so she would probably love to have Harper for the night.”

He lets out another sigh, Stephanie’s voice coming through in the background despite Anne’s inability to understand what she was saying. “Fine. Have fun with Tyson. I don’t need another niece or nephew around Halloween, though, ok?”

“Don’t be gross,” she says, hanging up and finally heading out the door.

Her cousin Adriana was getting married to her soon-to-be wife, Izzy. Her family had no idea that she was the only one who still talked to them, her mother having a fight with her brother after their parents died when Anne and her siblings were younger and vowing to never talk to him again. So far, the stubbornness that seems to run through her mom’s blood going strong since it had been over a decade since she had last seen her brother. Anne was invited to Uncle Frankie’s daughter’s wedding, but no one else in her family.

Adriana and Izzy had this Valentine’s Day-themed wedding, everyone asked to wear red or pink in theme with the holiday, Anne not doubting that there would be paper hearts and cut-out cupids as the decor. The wedding gift she bought them, one of the first things she found on their registry that Anne could afford, was shipped to the apartment they already shared two weeks ago, Anne just needing to remember the card.

She was fully prepared to just sit in the corner with a bunch of people she didn’t know and watch as her cousin got married to the love of her life. Anne wasn’t sure that that side of her family would recognize her after how many years, guaranteeing her to spend her time on the sideline.

Anne slips into the back of the church, seeing no one she knew or recognized to even go up to and sit with them. Everyone was dressed in red, pink, and black. A bit too much for her own taste, but at least she looked good in red and would have worn the color anyway. ‘Note to self, no themed weddings,’ Anne thinks, not particularly fond of the lack of color or real choice that everyone had in figuring out what to wear.

A blonde boy in a red suit walks by her, too far past her to get a good look at him. There was something about him that caught her attention. Anne knew that walk, but she had no idea where she knew it from. It didn’t stop her from admiring him from afar, though, the short blonde hair and the obviously fit physique under the suit captivated her for whatever reason, leaving her practically unable to pay attention to the ceremony in front of her. Not that she cared, at this point she was just there to enjoy the free food she knew would be good at the reception later.

Anne sat at the table against the wall, her cousin not bothering to make a seating chart and just leaving it up to the guests to sit where they pleased. That meant she didn’t have to talk to anyone she didn’t want to, being virtually left alone at a wedding where she knew no one.

“Anne?” a familiar voice snaps her out of the trance she fell into watching Ana’s sister and brother-in-law, Catie and Danny dancing with their two daughters, remembering seeing their pictures on Facebook when they were born, not realizing how much they had grown.

She turns to the man in the red suit who had her attention throughout the ceremony. “Cale?” she smiles at him, not sure how the two had missed they would be at the same wedding this weekend. Since New Year's Eve, the two of them had been texting, calling, FaceTiming, they had hung out, spent the night with each other, Cale insisting he buy her dinner at least once a week. The only reason they weren’t dating each other was because neither of them had said they were. They both said they were busy this weekend, but who would have thought they would end up at the same place. “What are you doing here?”

“Izzy’s brother and I grew up playing hockey together. I grew up with her. What are you doing?” he asks her, taking the seat next to her.

“Ana’s my cousin. Her dad is my mom’s older brother.”

Cale smiles at her, Anne’s heart racing at the sight of it. “So I get to meet your family?”

Anne shakes her head. “I’m the only one here,” she tells him, explaining the family drama that went on between Frankie and Teresa.

Cale looks down at his lap, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his suit jacket. The red bowtie, red pants, red jacket even against the black shirt were so much Anne couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red because of the reflection of his clothes or for another reason. “Tyson’s met your family, hasn’t he?”

She nods, taking his hand in hers. “I told you, Tyson and I are just friends. I needed someone to come with me to a family thing, so he came with me.” Cale nods, not entirely sure that something wasn’t up with her and Tyson. Something was off, there was something he was sure Anne was leaving out, but he wasn’t sure. “Hey, I’ve seen Tyson, what, three times since New Year's? All of them when I was with you. I like you, Cale.”

Cale leans over for a kiss, his hand grazing Anne’s thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. “How about we dance like we did on New Year's?” he asks, standing from the seat, shrugging off the red jacket before he extended his hand out to her.

She rolls her eyes, getting up with him anyway. “I told you then, too, that I don’t like dancing.”

“And yet,” he says, pulling her close, his hand finding the small of her back while he presses his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes, “you danced with me all night then, and you got up to dance with me tonight.”

Anne laughs, knowing he was right, burying her face in his shoulder, swearing she heard some camera’s clicking, probably the wedding photographer hanging around somewhere and taking pictures of the guests dancing.

“I know I have to say this about the brides when they come in,” Cale whispers in her ear, “but you are the most beautiful girl here.”

Anne could feel herself blushing, her mind flashing back to New Year’s Eve when Tyson told her she looked beautiful. He seemed so genuine saying it, Anne thinking back and not sure if he meant it or was actually pretending. But with Cale, she knew. Cale meant it. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells him, ghosting his lips before kissing him.

Being with Cale felt fine. Not perfect, but fine. It was right, but not correct, and Anne couldn’t figure out why.

Everyone starts clearing off the dance floor, the bridal party getting ready to come in. Cale takes Anne’s hand and leads her back to the table where he left his jacket, some other people finding their home base at the same table. Cale knew one of the men at the table, probably from their little hockey group that involved Izzy’s brother. The bridesmaids and bridesmen, as the DJ put it, started coming in, Cale leaning back with his arm slung around the back of Anne’s chair. She leaned back into him, his fingertips dancing up and down her arm as they watched everyone come in.

They watched Ana and Izzy dance their first one as wives, Anne’s stomach starting to make noise as they waited for the food to come.

Cale leans over, nervous about what he was about to whisper in her ear. “Are you hungry for food or maybe something more?”

Anne felt her entire body go numb at his words. They had been seeing each other for a month and a half already, so was what he was insinuating really that strange of an idea? “That depends.”

“On?” he asks, nibbling on her ear before kissing the skin right behind it, losing any sense of care over who at their table was potentially watching.

“On how long you think we need to wait before we can slip out without it being rude?”

Cale inhaled sharply, wishing he could say right now. “At least until they cut the cake. Unless,” he says, his hand moving up her thigh, slowly in case she decided she wanted it to stop, “Unless you wanted to try to find somewhere to sneak away to now.”

“Not for our first time,” she tells him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “And not with my family around,” she laughs.

“I’m fine with that,” he tells her, kissing her. “Your place or mine, though?”

“Well, I drove myself here.”

“And I got a ride.”

Anne smiles, crossing her legs in hopes that whatever she felt would be stifled by that simple action. “So it looks like it’s going to be mine.”

They spent the rest of the night waiting for the moment the cake was cut so they could leave as planned, Cale’s hand never leaving her leg unless he really needed both hands to do something.

Anne could feel her heart racing as she watched Ana and Izzy smash their cake in each other’s face, Anne looking over to Cale and smiling. “You wanna go?” she asks, her keys already out of her bag and in her hand.

Cale drags her out without saying a word, Anne leading him to her car. He walks over to the driver’s side, his arms wrapped around her waist with her back pressed against her car. “You’re sure about this?” he asks her, his eyes flicking between hers and her lips.

“Yeah,” she says, kissing him before he opens the door for her. She couldn’t wait to get home, sure she broke a few traffic laws as she sped back to her apartment with Cale sitting next to her in the passenger seat, his leg shaking the entire time.

They got to the elevator, Cale leaning against her against the wall with his lips pressed against hers, Anne’s hands already working to unbutton his shirt. Cale’s kisses trailed down her jaw to her collarbone, his grip tightening on her waist.

Anne pulled away to lead him down the hallway, practically running, partially due to anticipation for what they were about to do, and because Anne could feel a breeze on her back, indicating that Cale had already unzipped her dress. That, coupled with the fact that Cale’s shirt was already open, his jacket in his free hand, Anne had no desire for any of her neighbors to be given the chance to see her and however Cale was to her already getting naked before closing the door.

As soon as she unlocked her door, Cale had her turned back around, kicking the door closed as he carried her to her bedroom, Anne able to feel everything about him against her body. Cale laid her down on her bed, his lips never leaving hers as he positioned himself over her, sliding her dress off while she did the same with his shirt. Anne’s breath hitched at the sight of him, his body perfect while he stared her down, the first time she saw the typically innocent boy she had been seeing with a mischievous grin covering his face, his eyes darkening at the thought of doing what they had both been wanting to do all night.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks one more time.

Anne nods, taking his face in her hands. “Yes, Cale. I’m sure.”

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February 13, 2022

Anne woke up the next morning, the events of the night before rushing back despite finding the space he had occupied in her bed empty. Her dress was on the floor, Cale’s red bowtie somehow having ended up on her night stand. Maybe he left it there as an excuse to see her again, making a mental note to put it in the living room so she would remember it the next time she saw him.

He had slipped out at some point that morning, Anne playing the voicemail that he left her while she slipped on a t-shirt to cover herself. “Hey, Anne. Sorry, I couldn’t stay, but morning skate was calling. I,” she hears him sigh, knowing he had a stupid grin on his face for whatever it was he was about to say, “I can’t wait to have another night like last night with you.”

It was her turn to have the stupid smile on her face as Cale continues, “Um, anyway, I’ve got something going on with JT and some of the other guys tomorrow for Valentine’s Day, a, uh, charity thing? I think? So would you be free this weekend for a proper date for the holiday? You know, not as crowded, not as much pressure, ideally the same outcome, if you’ll allow it? Oh, hey Tyson,” she hears him say, figuring that he was calling her on the way into the rink despite her being unable to hear Tyson. “Yeah, I’m planning Valentine’s Day with Anne. No, not tomorrow night, this weekend. Uh, Anne, I’ve gotta go, but let me know about, say, Friday night? Alright, talk to you later. Bye.”

Valentine’s Day date with Cale? Part two, more like, but still. Anne liked the sound of that.

“So, uh,” Tyson starts, already dreading what he was about to hear from his teammate given what he had heard him say into his phone. “You and Anne?”

“Yeah,” Cale breathes out, chuckling at the thought of what happened last night. “We, um,” Cale couldn’t even get a full sentence out, acting like a child who just got the toy he had been begging his parents for on Christmas morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that happy. “We spent the night together last night. I left from her place this morning.”

More of their teammates were filtering into the locker room, looking at Cale’s face turn bright red while Tyson stood there with him looking like he just about wanted to die. “Ok, but did you spend the night, or spend the night?” Ryan asks.

Cale started to stammer out nonsense, not really wanting to divulge the private details of his and Anne’s night despite the guys teasing him and congratulating him for what he wasn’t saying.

“Guys, keep it civil. Anne wouldn’t want us talking about any of this,” Tyson pipes in, Cale letting out a sigh of relief as the guys disperse to get ready for morning skate.

“Thanks,” Cale tells him, going off on his own to get his gear on.

JT appears by Tyson’s side, a stupid smirk on his face. “Would Anne not want us talking about anything, or would you not want us talking about anything?”

“Well, Anne definitely wouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on, we both know Cale would never.”

“Doesn’t mean I want him to have the chance.”

“You’re treading in deep water, dude,” JT sighs.

Tyson looks at him, hating that he knew what he meant. He had barely seen Anne, despite her brother’s texts from the night before asking if Anne really couldn’t watch Harper because of the two of them going out, Tyson going along with the lie just in case. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“It seems like you don’t know what you want from Anne, either,” JT shrugs. “But Cale does, and he got it.”

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February 14, 2022

12 hour shifts were the only shifts Anne knew. And they were the shifts that Anne detested the most. She was fine the first ten hours, but the last two always seemed to suck more than anything, leaving her exhausted for the rest of the day, into the night, depending on when she got home in the first place.

All she wanted to do was order dinner from the Thai place down the street, having it delivered despite her really not needing to since it was within walking distance, plop herself on her couch and watch whatever reality TV Lucy had texted her that she thought Anne would like. Anne knew she would turn it off after a single episode and switch to Food Network, but at least she could tell her sister she tried.

Anne walks to her apartment, dragging her feet to her door when she sees someone sitting on the ground, his head down looking at his phone. “Tyson?”

He gets up, grabbing the two bags he had with him as the smell of food filled her nose. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my fake girlfriend,” he says, raising the bags while Anne opens the door to let him in.

“I’m confused,” she tells him as he sets everything down.

“Well, Matthew called me on Saturday asking if the two of us were sure we couldn’t watch his daughter, and I figured he might as well have some sort of photographic evidence as proof of us spending Valentine’s Day together,” Tyson explains. “So, I figured I’d go all out: flowers, dinner, and a present. You know, really convince them that we’re together.”

Anne stares at him for a second, not sure why her heart was racing at the thought of him going out of his way to keep up this facade with her family. “I don’t think I like that you and Matthew are so ‘buddy-buddy.’ Or that fact that he didn’t believe me the first two times I told him I was busy on Saturday night. And I thought that you guys had a charity thing tonight?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Tyson asks, handing her the container of food as she joined him on the couch, the Thai food she was planning on ordering right in front of her. “We have a groupchat. Yeah, it’s me, Sebby, Lucy, and Matthew.”

Anne scoffs, rolling her eyes at his failed attempt at a joke. “And let me guess: you gossip about me the entire time.”

“Actually,” he says, his mouth full of food, “you never come up. They think of me as the fourth sibling. The name Anne means nothing.”

Anne laughs, Tyson admiring the way her eyes closed as her smile grew. God, he wished he had gotten to her before Cale did. Why did he have to leave her alone at all on New Year’s Eve? If he were by her side the entire night like he had wanted to be, then he wouldn’t have to pretend to be her boyfriend, he could actually be getting somewhere with her.

“Hm,” Anne hums, swallowing her mouthful of food. “You said flowers and a present. When do I get those?”

“You can get them now on the condition that I can take a video to send to your siblings,” he offers, pulling out his phone and pushing the bag with the flowers and gift behind him. Anne rolls her eyes, smiling and nodding while he starts the video. He hands her the card first. “Read it.”

Anne pulls it out of the envelope, glitter getting everywhere and making her cringe, knowing that it would be impossible to get off her scrubs later on. It was covered with roses and hearts, bringing her right back to the wedding that weekend. “No one has ever made me feel like this. To the woman I love: Happy Valentine’s Day,” Anne reads, feeling a lump forming in her throat. The card was so corny, a little too corny for her taste, but coming from Tyson, she didn’t know why she loved it. She shakes her head, laughing at Tyson. “I love you, too,” she lies.

Tyson swallows hard at her words, wishing she meant them, pulling out the flowers from the bag and handing them to her. She looks down at the flowers, trying to figure out what they are before looking up at him. “Queen Anne’s Lace?”

“Queen Anne’s Lace for my Queen, Anne,” he tells her, cringing at his own words.

Anne giggles, placing them in her lap. “And my favorite flowers, anyway. Thank you, Tyson.”

“Wait, I have one more thing,” he says, hoping that the camera wasn’t shaking too much while he reached for the gift he bought her.

He hands it to her, a small red box wrapped with a gold bow. She unties it carefully, opening the box and gasping at the sight of it. A golden necklace with a white enamel heart as the charm, a golden pattern outlining the heart. “Tyson, it’s,” she starts, unable to find the words, “it’s beautiful.”

He stops the recording, figuring he had enough to hit send to his ‘girlfriend's' siblings. “Let me put it on you,” he says, Anne turning around and moving her hair out of the way. “I thought you would like it.”

Anne studies his face, the smile plastered on it despite her knowing that he didn’t mean it. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He shrugs, grabbing his food off the table and staring at it now in his lap. “It was fun. I’ve never had a girlfriend who I could buy presents like this for. I mean, I still don’t, but I have you.”

“Oh, come on. You, Tyson Jost, have never had a girlfriend? Look at you,” she says, praying that she was careful with the words she chose. “You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you get along with everyone you meet.”

Tyson hated hearing Anne go on about him, knowing that she was just saying it as a friend instead of something more. He scoffs, trying to save face from whatever pain or other emotion he was feeling. “Come on,” he says, not believing her anyway.

“I’m serious!” she insists, reaching up and starting to fidget with her new necklace. “Any girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend. I’m lucky to even have you as a fake boyfriend.”

Tyson nods, turning his body to face the TV instead of Anne. “So what are we watching?” he asks, changing the subject and putting his feet up on the table, Anne doing the same.

“Whatever’s on Food Network?” she suggests, holding the remote in the air pointed at the TV.

The two of them settle in, Tyson not paying attention to the show she had turned on. “Hey, what’s that?” Tyson asks, racing over to the red fabric that was on Anne’s coffee table.

“Oh,” Anne blushes, taking it from Tyson. “This is Cale’s. He, um, let it the other night,” she explains, Tyson watching her turn his teammates bowtie over in her hands.

“So you and Cale are doing pretty well?” he asks. Anne looks at him, not sure if she really wanted to tell him about it. “Come on, we’re friends. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I mean,” she says, putting down the bowtie on the table, not taking her eyes off of it. “We’re together? I think?” Tyson already hated that he even offered to listen to her talk about her and his teammate. “I like him. A lot. And I know he likes me, but,” Anne lets out a sigh, not sure where to even take her sentence.

“But, what?” Tyson asks.

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, looking confused. “Everything is great, but it’s, I,” she stammers. “Something is off, and I can’t figure out what.”

Tyson stares at her for a second, trying to figure out what to say. “It’s probably just that it’s new,” he shrugs. “Everything seems weird when you’re still figuring it out. You and Cale will be ok,” he tells her, hating hearing those words come out of his mouth.

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February 19, 2022

Anne stared at herself in the mirror, the black turtleneck she borrowed from her sister coupled with a beige skirt and black tights on her as she got ready for her date with Cale. He was bound to show up any minute, promising each other they weren’t going to do gifts due to a general lack of time on both ends. She didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to get her a gift, however, sneaking out to the bakery down the street and buying some pastries that the two of them would like, giving them an excuse to both show up back at her apartment. And if he didn’t give her a gift, then she got the pastries all to herself.

If not, she could share them with Tyson, who had been showing up at her place or asking her to go to his place any free chance they both had.

She heard Cale knocking at her door, Anne rushing as fast as she could in her heels to answer. Cale was standing there, a black crewneck similar to her own turtleneck, paired with dark jeans, black boots, and a grey coat. Cale kisses her hello, one hand behind his back with the other resting on her hip. “Every time I see you I don’t think you could get more beautiful, and yet, you do.”

“You’re cheesy,” she jokes as he kisses her forehead, Cale laughing against her skin. “But you,” Anne says, resting her hands on his chest, “get more handsome every time I see you, too. And, you’re hiding a present behind your back, aren’t you, even though we said no presents.”

Cale laughs, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I saw this and had to get it for you,” he admits, kissing her again and holding up the bag near her head.

“Should I open it now or should I do it later when we come back here?” she flirts, holding the bag in her hand.

“Oh, we’re coming back here?” he teases her, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I might have gotten some dessert for us so we had an excuse to relive last Saturday. Plus, you left your bowtie here,” she gestures to it, still sitting on her table, “And I was thinking maybe you wear that tonight instead of keeping it off?”

Cale raises his eyebrow at her, a silly smile on his face. “And what else would I be wearing?”

Anne shrugs, pretending to act innocent. “I was thinking only the bowtie,” she tells him, feeling his grip around her tighten at the thought.

Cale kisses her again, unable to keep his hands off the girl in front of him. If he could, he would forget dinner altogether and just go straight to dessert, but he knew Anne wasn’t that kind of girl, and he wasn’t about to force her into anything she didn’t want. “Hey, I like that necklace you’re wearing,” he says, twirling the charm around in his fingers. “The heart is perfect for Valentine’s Day.”

She reaches up and takes his hand in hers. “Thanks. My sister got it for me a few years ago for my birthday,” she lies. She couldn’t tell him that Tyson had gotten it for her for Valentine’s Day.

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Omg! I will have you know that I'm a /complete sucker/ for cuddles! Eek! Alright, out of all, (and, yes, I do mean all) the ones you do, which of them would be OK with an s/o who's a /complete/ "cuddlebug", conditions or not. Bonus if they ask for their "green light" /first/, /especially/ if it goes beyond PG rated touches. Double bonus if they can write down boundaries of what's OK and not OK because visuals help with a not-so-great memory, you know? 😅😊

Cute!!! I hope these work okay!! Sorry for the wait!

Slashers with a Cuddlebug S/O

Michael Myers

Michael isn’t very fond of your need to cuddle. He’s very claustrophobic and likes his personal space, so having someone as clingy as you makes him uncomfortable, at least in the beginning of your relationship.

As you grow closer and learn his boundaries, as long as you respect them he’s all for cuddling.

His boundaries include simpler things like if he tells you to leave him be, then leave him be. He also doesn’t like having his arms restricted, so a crushing hug makes him panic.

Once he sees how respectful you are towards him (and how nice cuddling really is) he might even start initiating it himself, grabbing you and holding you on his lap.

Jason Voorhees

Jason hasn’t had positive physical contact in years, so he’s all for it as long as you can put up with his nervousness and anxiety. This big guy knows he’s strong, and he also knows he isn’t very good at realizing his strength. He’s afraid to hurt you.

The more you cuddle, the more comfortable he’ll become with it up until the point that it’s all he wants to do. Boundaries are virtually nonexistent with this guy, you can hug him whenever you want and he won’t complain.

He had forgotten how nice it is to feel loved, so even though he’s a big strong dude he still loves to be the little spoon, getting hugs and kisses as well as giving them.

Please hug this man. Make him feel loved, give him the care he deserves, he’ll soak it up like a sponge.

Billy & Stu

Billy would be totally down to cuddle. He thinks it’s romantic, and likes to have an arm around your shoulder at all times, running his fingers through your hair.

Billy is also the king of respecting your boundaries. If you ever don’t want him near he’ll listen, and he’ll give you as much space as you need without a complaint, though you can tell he’s a little disappointed.

Stu, like Billy, is always there to hug and snuggle with. He’s a cuddlebug himself, so having an S/O who acts the same is perfect for him. Any time, anywhere, he’s always there with open arms.

He’s not the best with boundaries. He doesn’t have any, so he usually forgets that other people might. In other words, even if he knows you’re having a bad day, he’ll still try to bear hug you until you yell at him to stop and he realizes you seriously aren’t in the mood.

Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson

Danny is seriously deprived of any and all human interaction- anything from talking to cuddling, so he’s hesitant but eager to hold you. He doesn’t even remember the name of his last S/O (the one before you) because so much time has passed since they broke up.

He has a few boundaries, mostly things like when not to hug him. The biggest and most important example is this; do not hug him if he’s just come back from a hunt, he’ll still be violent and dangerous, unable to tell you apart from any other person he might prey on.

However, whenever he’s just relaxing at home you can come wrap your arms around him and he’ll lean into your touch in an instant.

He doesn’t respect your boundaries at all. If you’re ever angry or sad, wanting your alone time, he’ll wrap himself around you anyways in an attempt to cheer you up, muttering words of praise in your ear.

Brahms Heelshire

Depending on Brahms’ mood, he will either love or hate to cuddle. On his clingy, obedient days he’ll basically beg you to play with his hair or lay in his arms, but when he’s feeling bratty he’ll deny it as long as possible, even though he most likely wants to hug you anyways.

He doesn’t usually mind surprise cuddles but some days he gets really nervous and others he’ll down right snap, complaining that you were violating his personal space and that he needed some alone time. He’ll usually come crawling to you for cuddles on days like these after an hour or two.

Some days Brahms acts like a big spoon, some days a little spoon, all depending on the bratty-or-clingy question.

This also goes for his respectfulness towards you. If he feels like a little asshole he’ll demand cuddles no matter what, but on his sweetheart days he’ll listen to everything you say.

Norman Bates

As I always say, Norman is the king of respecting his S/O. If you don’t want to cuddle, that’s just fine, you can have your space, and if you do then he’s right there to hug!

He’s always nervous, and it’s amplified when he’s the one asking for the cuddles because he’s so afraid you’ll think he’s silly or desperate. He always smiles like some lovestruck idiot when you agree to snuggle.

Set up any boundaries you want, and even if he knows exactly what they are he’ll always ask before engaging in any sort of physical contact.

He’ll never say no if you want to cuddle him unless he’s had a really bad day and is afraid for your safety. This is a pretty rare scenario though, so you don’t have to worry.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is almost always a nervous wreck, so he’ll be opposed to snuggling for a while, too scared to do it. He’ll be so scared that you might think he’s trying to force it on you even though you’re usually the one dropping hints or downright asking him to lay with you.

When he finally gives in and starts to cuddle he’ll want to do it all the time. He never gets any physical affection- or really any affection in general, so he’s addicted to it.

No boundaries, he just wants some hugs, so you can hug him whenever you want and he won’t complain.

However, with your boundaries he’ll respect them til the day he dies. He never wants to make you uncomfortable, so he’s always on edge when cuddling, making sure he doesn’t forget any of the boundaries he so madly respects.

Bo Sinclair

At first he won’t ever want to cuddle, not in a soft mushy way at least. Maybe he’ll wrap an arm around your hips or shoulders, but he’ll refuse spooning or holding you in his lap since it’s not ‘manly’ enough. He’s no soft boy >:(

That, of course, is a lie. The first time he gives in and lays down with you in his arms he won’t ever stop, and he’ll be the one initiating it every night and most times during the day.

He has no boundaries, you can do whatever you want as long as he’s getting attention.

Sadly, he won’t respect the boundaries you have. He loves you too much not to hug you at all times, so if you ever want your space, I’m sorry, but tough luck.

Lester Sinclair

Poor boy needs all the hugs! He’s way too shy to even suggest the idea to you but he’ll always be secretly hoping that you’ll hug him or even just grab his hand.

He’s as much of a cuddlebug as you are, and he’s always waiting to go to bed so he can hold you or be held.

He has very few boundaries and is always wanting cuddles. The only time he’s ever hesitant to hug you or be hugged is around his brothers, afraid that they’ll make fun of him or, even worse, you.

You have boundaries? Okay, they’ll never be disrespected. He doesn’t want to ruin your relationship so he’ll never do something if you don’t want him to.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is the textbook definition of a cuddle fiend. He doesn’t know how quickly a relationship should move so the chances are he’ll cuddle you the first day you’re officially together.

He’ll be so nervous at first, but he’ll still hug you anyways and he’ll silently be praying that you don’t mind it. When he finds out you don’t mind the cuddling it’ll happen somehow even more frequently.

The only time you aren’t allowed to hug him is when he’s working with his saw or cleaver. He won’t risk you getting hurt! Not a chance!

Any boundaries you have, it’ll take him a while to learn, but once he does he’ll respect the ever-loving hell out of them. You won’t ever feel disrespected or ignored.

Thomas Hewitt

Hoooly this guy is soo awkward around you! He’s constantly nervous that he’ll accidentally hurt you with his strength so he’s constantly treating you like glass. You will have to be the one to initiate any cuddling, and he’d appreciate if you asked him first.

Once you’ve asked, he’ll comply but he’ll be unsure and hesitant, it will take some getting used to. You’ll have to reassure him that he won’t hurt you.

He doesn’t like to be cuddled when he’s angry because that’s when his temper gets out of control and he snaps too quickly. Again, this is a problem with him fearing that he’ll accidentally hurt you.

Tell him your boundaries, he’ll keep them at the front of his mind at all times. You love him so much (and he loves you!), he won’t risk ruining that relationship!

Billy Lenz

Billy is a tough guy to understand. He’s either mushy or hostile, but you can never really tell which one he’s feeling at any given time. It takes a long time to know when he’s willing to be loved and when he won’t go crazy and potentially hurt you.

When he’s mushy, he will be the ultimate little spoon, begging you to braid his messy hair and nuzzling his face into your neck, forcing you to wrap your arms around him.

Other days, when he’s more unstable, he’ll hide from you in the attic despite the loneliness and the sadness encroaching from the edges of his mind. In times like these he can’t be touched or talked to without getting yelled at or even sometimes hurt.

Any boundaries you have won’t be very respected. On days where he feels extra sweet he’ll give you any space you desire, but his sadness usually gets the best of him and drives him to demand your touch- if you don’t show him that you love him, he’ll let the bad voices tell him otherwise.

Leslie Vernon

Leslie is very busy, always planning, but in his rare free time he will always be glued to your side, making up for his absence with hugs and kisses.

He’s lived alone for the grand majority of his life so he greatly appreciates having someone to show him all the love he’s missed out on in his life. He always had trouble sleeping before he met you, but now that you can fight off the loneliness he’s much happier.

As long as you aren’t in any danger you can tag along and be with him whenever you want. He knows that you’re smart and will take the hint as to when it isn’t a good time for cuddles.

This goes the other way around too; Leslie is very perceptive, so if he’s ever getting signals that you don’t want his affection he’ll listen to them right away.

Pyramid Head

Pyramid Head has never known any sort of love, so he’ll be severely wary for quite a long time as he warms up to you. When he finally trusts you enough he’ll let you hug him.

He actually quite likes it, though he rarely has the time or privacy to let his strong, threatening facade fade, so whenever the two of you are alone he melts like putty in your hands, craving your affection.

He’ll always be a little uncomfortable whenever you two are cuddling, but he’ll try his best to get used to it for your sake. He enjoys the feeling of love and safety, too.

He has many boundaries, so he respects all of yours as well. He always makes sure you’re willing to cuddle with him before he tries anything, and if you ever want your space he’ll give it to you with no more than a disappointed nod.

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HOLY WATER CANNOT HELP YOU NOW I’VE COME TO BURN YOUR KINGDOM DOWN

MAY 19TH, 2021. OUTSIDE OF LAFAYETTE, LOUISIANA. notes & tw: this is literally all just bloody, brutal violence of every kind. andy, along side wes and wyatt, gets revenge on the rogue’s responsible for attacking rowan in february. italics are flashbacks, ps. tw for very graphic murder, lots of blood, violence, gore (eye, specifically), stabbing, decapitation/dismemberment, tc ahead. please read at your own discretion, it’s a lot.

The first time he kills someone, he’s twenty years old. Four months after he’d been officially patched into the club, reconciled with Rowan, and started this new chapter of his life. He knew what the patch sewn to his cut meant -- He had grown up next to it, had seen his father come home at all hours of the night covered in blood with a smile on his face as he slapped his gun onto the kitchen table and happily declared he needed a beer. That being said, doing it yourself and hearing stories were so comically different it made his head spin.

Most of the ride, he’s quiet, staring out the window of the Wyatt’s jeep as they drive through the backroads. There’s not much conversation to be had once they’ve gone over the plan, all three men knowing exactly what they’re going to this warehouse for. It’s roughly a two hour car ride, giving Andy enough time to go mentally go over the weapons he’s brought with him -- The gun tucked into his cut, one tucked into the waistband of his pants, one strapped to his ankle; The knife tucked in his boot strap, the other in the sheath of his belt. He’s nothing if not prepared. Andy goes over their placement for the thousandth, unneeded time, thinking through every what if scenario he could find himself in. It’s not often that his paranoid nature actually becomes a benefit.

They know the layout of the building, where each of them will cover, and the amount of people that will be there -- But he likes to prepare for the worst and the best, knowing from experience that they’re likely going to meet a mixture of both. Andy’s planned and executed this kind of thing enough times to know how to go about it blindfolded. At this point, it’s just like riding a bike.

He wonders what Wes is thinking, if his mind drifts back to Jace asleep at home, unaware of the violence going on around him; If Wyatt is imagining Iris in her hospital bed three months ago, scared of the oxygen mask strapped to her face. All Andy can think of is Rowan, sobbing in his arms while struggling not to move and potentially injure herself further, tearfully telling him why she hadn’t shown up to dinner.

It’s been a while since he’s found himself in this kind of mindset, having hung up his metaphoric hat when it comes to hitman jobs in the last few years. After his time in prison, Andy knew he had to lay low -- Being on parole, and having a daughter to raise changed his priorities. While the money from his ‘freelancing’ had been nice, he and Rowan had enough saved to last them a lifetime, especially with his cut of the guns the club sold, and her salary. There was no need for it now, not like when they were struggling to pay rent and put Rowan through school. Though, he couldn’t deny the high that came with planning a job was one Andy didn’t know he desperately missed. It used to scare him, how exciting he found this -- The rush that came from a stake out, figuring out each detail all the way down to the small possibility, the thrill of actually pulling his gun and breaking through the door. Now he welcomes it like an old friend.

He always imagined it would be a fair fight -- Or at least, not like this. Whenever the thought came to mind, he pictured himself wrestling some bond villain looking guy, the two diving for the gun that had been cast aside. It was naive, childish even -- But he didn’t expect that he’d be pointing his gun at someone who couldn’t be much older than him, one who was sobbing through swollen eyes, pleading for his life. His father kept his hand’s firmly planted on the kid’s shoulder’s to keep him from squirming out of the rickety chair, acting like this was a prize for a job well done. This could easily have been me, Andy thinks. Had this job gone wrong, he has no doubt Cronus wouldn’t hesitate to put him into that chair, make an example out of his son. Only, it didn’t. It was nothing short of an absolute success.

His father says something, but Andy doesn’t hear it. Jason is somewhere in the background cheering him on. Andy’s heart is pounding in his ears, both hands holding tightly to his gun, fighting to conceal the fact that they’re shaking. The gun is pointed directly at the poor kid’s head, Cronus’ steady hands keeping him from getting away from his obvious fate. Andy glances to his father for a moment, the wild look in the man’s surely meant to be read as adrenaline fueled pride. This is Andy’s first job after being patched in, and he had proved himself thus far. Now he just needed to finish this. Andy wishes he had the strength to lift his arms just that much higher, and put a bullet in his father’s head.

In that moment, he thinks of Rowan; Part of him wishes he hadn’t, based on the way his jaw clenches and his chest constricts -- He doesn’t want her to ever know about the horrible things he’s going to do, the horrible thing he’s about to do. Rowan shouldn’t have to see him for what he really is, what he’ll grow up to be: A monster. The rational part of himself reminds him that she already knows, and she’s still waiting for him at home, ready to pull him into open arms once he passes through the front door.

He pulls the trigger.

The kid’s blood splatters across Andy’s face.

They move quietly, each taking different sections of the warehouse. Wes covers the open space where the guns lie, Wyatt takes the small offices turned into ‘bedrooms’, while Andy takes the conference turned war room. He knows this is only a piece of the Rogues puzzle, but it’s a step in the right direction. They don’t plan on leaving anyone behind to tell the others what happened -- The grizzly scene and blood splattered across the walls will paint the picture for them.

His back remains against the wall, pulling his gun from his cut as he moves quietly, the three men in the conference room too distracted by their own conversation to notice Andy slipped into the dimly lit room. He makes presence known by firing a bullet into one man’s -- His name is Sam, based on the conversation Andy heard before entering -- knee, which creates a flurry of action as everyone tries to dive for the guns on the table. It’s the obvious move, one that Andy had anticipated. His hand reaches for the underside of the table between the four men seconds after his gun first fires, sending the flimsy plastic table over, their guns scattered and out of reach.

Sam fits one of the descriptions Will gave him, of a shorter, stocky man, blacked out ink covering him aside from a poorly done mermaid tattoo covering his throat. The man across from Sam fits the bill, as well -- Blonde, long hair, scar across his cheek, entire right arm covered in blacked out tattoos. Jack, Andy’s memory recalls. The man in question tries to make a run for one of the guns, but Andy stops him with a bullet to the stomach. Enough to knock him down, but not enough to immediately kill him. He wants them alive for this, to feel the same terror and pain Rowan did that night. They’re not going to be lucky enough to get a bullet to the head first.

The third and final man is one Andy recognizes now that he’s face to face. His name is Danny, but he’d been called Tex during his time in the club. (The nickname was stupid then, and it’s stupid now, Andy thinks.) He had his ink blacked out and left town roughly ten years ago after screwing the club over. The surprise reunion is enough to catch Tex off guard, enough that he hesitates, eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene in front of them. Both Sam and Jack bleeding on the floor, the former clutching his leg and screaming to the third to Do something, you fucking idiot. So, he does. The man charges forward, managing to knock Andy to the ground given the fact that he’s got about a hundred pounds on him.

They struggle as Tex tries to wrestle the gun away from Andy, before it gets thrown to the side in the fight. Punches are thrown on both ends, a ringing settling in Andy’s ears after a particular blow to the side of his head, though it doesn’t deter him. Andy manages to roll them over, holding the other man down with knee pressing down on his throat. Tex claws, scratches, and hits Andy in an attempt to get out from under him, but the cut off of oxygen makes it more difficult. He gets a few good blows in, though -- There’s blood dribbling down Andy’s arms from scratches, bruises that have already begun to form. He doesn’t notice, too focused on keeping the man under him from getting out of his grip. His hands move to hold Tex’s head, Andy’s thumbs digging into the inner corners of his eyes, gouging them as deeply as he can manage.

He can’t help but wonder if the three men have realized this isn’t about killing them; It’s about watching them suffer.

The fact that Tyson is still breathing is enough to send Andy into a tailspin. He had hoped the spineless piece of shit had fucked off somewhere, given that he hadn’t made an appearance in his and Rowan’s life in quite some time. Andy’s attempts at optimism always seem to be met with harsh reality, though, one that consistently proves the obvious: It’s childish to try and see the best out of a situation like this. He knows this as he throws the man off his front porch, knowing he has to take care of this problem himself -- Restraining orders and the local cops just aren’t going to cut it. Not when he and Rowan have a fragile six month old daughter sleeping in a crib down the hall.

His downfall is the fact that he reacts, he doesn’t plan. Andy knows better. The reason he’s been so successful with the club is his commitment to discretion, detail, and planning. He analyzes that night over and over for the next three years from the comfort of his prison cell, imagining how he would have killed Tyson if he had taken the time to do it properly -- Instead of grabbing his baseball bat, and kicking the front door in. He would have made it last longer, Andy decided. Prolong his suffering, before letting him gain a shred of hope that he’d make it out alive — Before finally putting him in the ground. That being said, the satisfaction that comes from the look of pure fear on Tyson’s face the moment he sees Andy come through the door? Unmatched.

The mental image is one that never fails to bring him a swell of pride. He can still hear the sound of his bat crushing bone, feel the way his heart skipped a beat with each and every hit. It didn’t matter if there was blood flying, covering him in the evidence; The fact that he hadn’t been quiet in his entrance; The sound of distant sirens headed their way, after a loud, shrill scream rang out. All that mattered was crushing Tyson’s skull, ending the iron grip he’s had on Rowan’s life for the better half of a decade. He didn’t care what happened next, as long as his wife and daughter were able to live in a world where Tyson Grant didn’t.

He only regrets not being able to finish the job that night.

It occurs to him, as his foot comes stomping down on Sam’s already shot knee, that he hasn’t done anything like this since prison. He’s gone on runs, jobs, the works -- Hell, he even threatened to brain Will in his own home. Everything pales in comparison, though. In prison, they had to be more creative; Breaking bones, cutting off fingers, slitting throats before the guards showed up. It was all quick and dirty, done by hand. There was no choice in the matter -- If he wanted to finish out his sentence, see his wife and daughter, even have a chance of making it to the end of the week at all, Andy had to get rid of the other guy. The protection that came with being a Primordial didn’t go as far as one would hope. There’s a reason they used to refer to him as the Grim Reaper. Years later, and he’s made it clear that he hasn’t lost his touch.

This man doesn’t want to fucking die, though. The way he keeps clawing at Andy, yelling obscenities between each scream of pain. He makes proclamations about how he’s going to kill Andy, calling him every name in the book as he tries and fails to fight for his life. A hard kick to the head shuts him up for a moment, disorienting him enough before Sam musters up enough energy to stab Andy in the calf, almost successful in knocking him to the floor. Clearly, the man got a last surge of something, accompanied by a knife he hadn’t realized Sam had on him. This only provokes an annoyed grunt and eye roll from Andy. He stumbles down onto one knee from the surprise of the movement, a stab to the man’s arm with the knife from his boot strap gets Sam to let go. He does, going limp as his knife is stuck in Andy’s calf. It doesn’t stop him from continuing the effort though, within a moment Andy’s on top of his unconscious victim, stabbing him in the chest over and over again like he’s in a cheap horror movie.

In that moment, he loses himself -- Something snaps, taking him back to the night he’d gotten a call that Rowan was in the hospital, the way he so desperately pushed down all of the anger and rage that came with knowing she’d been hurt at the hands of these assholes. Everything he’s fought to hold at bay for the sake of his wife, the kids, his sobriety, the club -- It all bubbles to the surface now, when he’s not worrying about keeping the kids safe and Rowan above water. When all there is is this room, and him, and the people that have to pay for the crimes they’ve committed.

Every emotion he’s expertly avoided, every ounce of it boils over as he stabs the Rogue over and over until they’re both covered in blood. The need for vengeance for what they did, the way they turned Rowan’s life upside down and left her afraid to look over her shoulder; Guilt over the fact that Andy, yet again, couldn’t protect the person he holds so dearly; The power that comes with knowing these men are at his mercy, ready to beg for their lives in a last ditch effort to survive what’s coming next. It all hits him like a freight train, leaving him a little dizzy. Though, that may be from the hits he’s taken himself, blood he’s lost -- Andy doesn’t take the time to find out. Instead, he comes to once he realizes the man under him is long dead, having succumbed to the injuries inflicted after the first few stabs.

The revelation stuns Andy momentarily, as he tries to catch his breath. If there was any witness to this, they’d see how frenzied the moment had become, that there was far more pent of emotion attached to this than Andy initially realized. Eyes glance to the two men left -- Tex, having passed out, and Jack slumped against a wall trying to stay conscious, a string of profanities passing his lips in a hoarse voice. His attention turns to his hands after that, steady but covered in a mixture of Sam’s blood and his own. A blood soaked piece of hair falls forward and onto his cheek as Andy wipes his hands off on his shirt, a wave of frustration running through him. Of fucking course he’d get blood in his hair, and now -- More on his face. He makes a mental note to book an appointment for a haircut.

They cut the man’s fingers off one by one, moving slowly and deliberately. The man in question, Gerald, is tied to a chair in the kitchen of the prison, thanks to a guard that’s on the MC’s payroll. No one is going to give a second thought to the sound of muffled screams or a hacksaw from the locked up tool shed going missing for the night. Andy’s only been out of the hospital for a day at this point -- The guy he’s torturing, having been responsible for his brush with near-death. Gerald felt bold enough to go after Andy with a homemade shank, trying to get even for some issue he held with Cronus. It was laughable to him, considering Andy hated his father just as much as this sorry bastard.

Andy had hoped to make it through his sentence by keeping his head down (for the most part, at least) doing what he needed, sticking with the right crowd -- Club members who were serving life sentences. His name gained him respect, plenty of other inmates happy to keep an eye on Cronus’ boy, but the revenge he’s getting tonight is what gains him his reputation. He becomes the go-to for these kinds of things, the one his fellow club members call on to take care of problems they have behind bars. Rowan’s words ring in his head -- Do what you have to do to stay alive. Come back to me. Playing executioner for the club wasn’t his first choice, but if it’s what kept him safe and gets him home, so fucking be it. Plus, killing the man who had tried to murder him in the showers brought Andy plenty of satisfaction. What kind of person would he be if he let some jaded idiot get away with almost killing him, right?

First the fingers, then his hands, and so on and so forth -- Dismemberment isn’t something new, Andy himself has had to cut up a few bodies so they can get rid of the evidence before. Though, typically speaking, the person isn’t still alive as they do it. Watching this guy suffer was just icing on the cake. Each time Gerald passes out, they cauterize the wound and pull out the smelling salts to give him a fake sense of safety -- That now they’re done, eye for an eye, the message is sent. Only each time he’s lulled into a half-dazed security, they stuff the rag back in his mouth and cut off another limb. It was going to be a long night.

He finds himself with a moment where he can tend to the wound he’s gotten — It's not a particularly deep stab, but it hurts like a bitch and that stupid knife looks fucking dull once he pulls it out and can actually get a good look at it. Not wasting anytime, and to make sure he doesn’t lose too much blood, Andy works quickly. The last thing he needs is to pass out and run the risk of getting himself killed, or having to have Wes haul him out over his shoulder. He has to get creative for now, knowing they can’t exactly make a pit stop at the ER on the way back and he doesn’t want to call Rowan after, given the fact that they’re bringing one of the Rogues back with them to get information out of -- So he moves to rip off part of Sam’s torn pant leg so that he can get pressure on the wound. Using a piece of folded up denim, he holds it against his injury, tying a piece tightly around his calf to keep it in place. It’s not great, but it’ll do for now, until he can get to a proper first aid kit. Andy can practically hear Rowan in the back of his head, scolding him for getting hurt in the first place. Once she knows the context, he’d imagine she probably wouldn’t think much of the injury after.

The sound of Tex’s screams pulled his attention, the man having regained consciousness and begun to panic -- The knee jerk reaction from Andy is to pull his gun back out, silencing Tex with a bullet to the chest. Andy unloads the rest of his clip into the man as he approaches, finding himself feeling lighter and lighter with each shot, despite the fact that he’s now limping. An unbearable amount of helplessness has weighed on him the last six months — Like all he can do is watch these terrible things happen from the sidelines, only able to help tend to the aftermath rather than keep his loved ones safe. What has left him lying awake at night as been the feeling that he’s constantly one step behind, always a minute too late — Whether it’s the shipment getting hijacked and Blake getting to him hours later, homes being burned down while he’s shooting up a warehouse, his own wife lying beaten and bloody in the middle of the street while he sits at a restaurant waiting for her. One thing after the other.

It’s unclear what kind of man it makes him to take such pleasure in revenge -- That he isn’t haunted at night by the people he’s killed or the homes he’s wrecked for the right amount of cash. Maybe it’s proof that he really is his father’s son, or that he’s just as heartless as people believe him to be. Andy’s not sure if it matters much at this point. The idea of knowing he is sending these assholes to an early grave gives him a sense of peace he hasn’t felt in a long time, one he wasn’t sure he’d ever know again after Valentine’s Day. This isn’t the end of the Rogues, but it’s retribution for what they’ve done, bringing him more clarity than ever before. Anyone who hurts the people he loves deserves to die screaming.

Confusion finds him when the sound of a gun firing fills his ears with a familiar ringing, a bullet hitting the dead man on the ground in front of him rather than its intended target. Andy follows the direction it came from to find a wild eyed Jack, having managed to pull himself across the floor in a bloody heap, far enough to get to a gun, clearly struggling to hold himself up right even while propped against the turned over table. He had the element of surprise on his side, but Andy has the benefit of not having been shot in the stomach -- So he moves quickly across the small room, easily smacking the gun out of the man’s hand. It’s clear Jack is running on pure adrenaline and spite, though now that he got his one shot in, it’s running out. Fists colliding with the man’s jaw only speed up the process, though before he finally gives up and slumps over to side and lands on the floor -- He spits blood back at Andy, clearly trying to get in one last fuck you before he dies. Jack doesn’t get much of a reaction out of Andy, instead he stands up fully, giving the half-conscious man a good look before the heel of his boot meets his head over and over until he is long dead and unrecognizable.

#blood tw #murder tw #violence tw #gore tw #death tw #eye gore tw #stabbing tw #decapitation tw #overkill tw #gun tw #dismemberment tw #gun violence tw #stalking tw #prison tw #if i missed any sort of tw or tag for a tw please give me a shout!!!!#self 02.#it's been a long long time since i've been able to write andy going feral.............................. i need a drink <3

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