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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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SDAU-My Best Friend's Brother, Chapter 2

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“No fucking way!” Ransom wrapped his arms around Charles, accepting the Sigma into the party, “What the hell are you doing here, Blackwood? You never show up when we invite you to the party! I can’t believe that those pushy sigmas let you out of the house to come play with the big boys!”

“Charles!”

Ransom’s brow raised when Loki met them at the door, his arms wrapping around the human. Charles hugged Loki, and when he backed up, Loki pulled him in for an excited kiss. The sophomore smiled, pulling Loki back against his chest.

“So that’s a thing…” Ransom smirked, pointing at the freshman and the sophomore, “you wrecking my pledge’s ass for fun or for sport there, Blackwood?”

“Loki is my mate!” Charles proclaimed, giving Ransom and the other freshman who was at the door a confident look. The freshman gave him a pained one in return and turned his attention back to his job, opening the door for the next set of people arriving for the party. Charles frowned, his immediate thought that the freshman he’d recognized as one of the new football players didn’t accept his sexuality.

“Don’t worry about Buck…he’s going through a pretty rough break-up…his boyfriend was…well is one of your pledges…Steve…he’s an omega lion,” Loki offered, pulling him more into the place, “so it’s not what you think. Come on, let me get you a drink, Charles.”

“So…when did this happen?” Ransom asked, following closely behind the two men, his own curious nature and want to stir the pot coming forward.

“We uh-“

“We’ve been dating since the first week of practice!” Charles answered, cutting Loki off. Loki stopped, and turned around to face him, a look of happiness on his face. Charles could vaguely hear the rumble in his chest, but could feel it assuredly vibrating up his arm, “D-did I say something wrong, Loki?”

“Y-you want to be dating me?”

“Yeah…”

“You two are cute,” Ransom teased, gently pushing the two men, “don’t go breaking my fellow pledge brother…but you…Laufeyson, break him so I can pitch our first game. That’s an order, pledge.”

Both men laughed at how Ransom was teasing them, before he parted from them.

“I’m sorry about Ransom…he-he’s different outside of the team…as you can see,”Loki apologized, pulling his boyfriend into the kitchen where the drinks were, “and I’m sorry about not calling you my boyfriend…I just…we haven’t talked about it and I know you wanted to take things slow. Sometimes us shifters can go too fast into a relationship, since we can tell who our mates are, and I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Yeah…about that,” Charles smiled, a blush rising to his cheeks about the thought of what he wanted to do with his boyfriend, “do-do you think that maybe we can go to your dorm? Like cut out a little bit earlier? Or do you have to stay for the whole party?”

“I-is everything okay?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah…I-I just want to try something…”

Loki smiled, his arm wrapping around Charles’ waist. Every time that Charles had said that he ‘wanted to try something,’ it usually ended in Charles spending the night and both men pleasuring each other until the early hours of the morning, “we can do whatever you want, mate.”

Loki lay pinned to his bed, his boyfriend above him, thrusting deep into his ass. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his thrusts were met in perfect timing with the hand that Charles had snaked around his waist to pump Loki. With every firm stroke, Charles’ cock hit his prostate, sending the wolf into yet another dizzying tightrope walk between staying coherent and a string of orgasms he’d been fighting off.

“Ch-Ch-Char-Charles. Oh, fuck,” the wolf growled, his rumbles spilling from his chest while his cock leaked cum all over his sheets, “mate….I-oh, god, right there! Please…please don’t stop!”

“I’m not stopping baby boy!”

“Don’t stop daddy! Please!”

But the coup de gras happened when Charles’ playful kisses and nips to his boyfriend’s shoulder turned into a bite, hard enough to break the skin, right over his mating gland as the lovers came together.

Loki felt the world open up to him, as his bond coursed through his veins. Charles had marked him, and claimed him as his mate, which made his own orgasm barrel through him like an oncoming train, “MATE! CHARLES!”

Charles’ hips bucked one final time, stuttering as his warm seed filled his partner. He released Loki’s neck just long enough to start lapping at the wound. Loki shuddered under his boyfriend’s touch. He knew that Charles was a human, and the act itself might have seemed too primordial, but Loki felt all the emotion behind it.

He saw the hours Charles had spent talking to friends and researching the importance of shifters marking one another when they mated.

He could feel the love behind the action.

“Ch-Charles…”

He tried to reach back behind himself, a half coherent attempt to hold his boyfriend even closer. Charles grabbed Loki’s hand, kissing it gently as he rolled them to their sides.

“I know baby,” he said gently as he pulled out and laid behind his boyfriend, spooning him, “I-I want this. I want to share everything with you.”

Loki turned around, feeling lost in his boyfriend’s warmth, “Y-you marked me…”

“I want you to know I’m serious about us,” Charles promised, “I-I did a lot of research about shifters…and I asked my best friend about it…he said that if I loved you, and I was sure that we’re mates…that I could claim you…”

“Y-you told your best friend about us?” Loki’s voice nearly betrayed him. He knew that Charles was his brother’s best friend. And he wanted to find a way to tell him, but he just couldn’t muster the strength of it. He didn’t want to put Charles in a bind. His hand reached out to him, and Charles smiled softly at him, “you told Tom?”

Charles bit his lip, “I-I didn’t…he knows I’m in a relationship though. He-“

“Thinks I’m some girl, doesn’t he?”

“I’m telling him I’m gay in the morning…I-I don’t want our relationship to be a secret anymore,” Charles replied, cradling his boyfriend’s face. He-he’s graduating and all, but I still want him to know you. You’re my everything, Loki.”

“T-there’s something I need to tell you, Charles,” he sighed, “an-and I think maybe I should have told you before I let you mark me…but-“

“Nothing could change how I feel about you, Loki,” Charles said sweetly as he stroked his boyfriend’s cheek, “I love you.”

Loki’s breath hitched in his throat, “you-you love me?”

“With all my heart, Loki…I love you more than life itself.”

“Charles…Tom…he-he’s my brother…”

Charles brow furrowed, “what?”

He could smell the slightly acidic taste of confusion on his mate’s scent. He could feel the gears turning in his head as the bond linked them, “I-I get it if you regret marking me bec-“

“Loki, that doesn’t change that I love you!” he said confidently, cutting his boyfriend off with a kiss, “T-Tom is my best friend…but you’re my future…I want us to be full mates. I-I want you to mark me too, and-“

“I want to wait to mark you,” Loki admitted after a moment, “I-I appreciate that you’re wanting to respect shifter ritual…but I want to do it right by your side too. Marking is like marriage, Charles…I-“

“I want to marry you, Loki…I’m sure of it!” Charles exclaimed, kissing his boyfriend, “I want you, and only you, Loki.”

“I want that too…”

“Then it’s settled…” Charles smiled, “tomorrow, I’ll tell Tom about how I’m gay…and then I’ll introduce the two of you…or rather, let the little family reunion happen…and then next year, I’ll be a junior and you’ll be a sophomore…we’ll live in our frat houses, but we could start talking about the next steps…of our relationship…”

“Okay…” Loki agreed, kissing Charles once more, “okay, my sweet mate.”

“What-what are you trying to say, Charles?”

“I’m gay!” he proclaimed to his best friend, finally happy to get it off his chest, “my relationship is with a man, not a woman. And his name i-”

“Charles, you’re not gay!”

“I’ve been dating him for months!” Charles said simply, “I-I marked him last night. It’s official. Now he wants to wai-“

“You marked him?”

Charles nodded, “Yes…because I love him, and he’s my mate, Tom.”

“YOU’RE NOT GAY!”

“Yes I am!”

“I don’t have time for this,” Tom grumbled, shaking his head at the younger man, “whatever confusion you’re dealing with…you need to properly sort out. I-I can’t talk to you right now, Charles.”

“But Tom…I-I want you to meet him. You already know him. He’s yo-”

“I’m sorry!” the man frowned, closing the door on his friend, “I-I can’t, Charles.”

“I’m sorry that things didn’t go the way that you wanted them to, my love…”

Charles frowned as he sat on his mate’s bed, sadly looking over to the sigma house through his window, “it’s not your fault, Loki…”

Loki pushed his boyfriend down on his bed and straddled him, “no thinking about that…no thinking about him, or the sadness…today is my move in day to the house, and I have my strapping mate helping me with it all…”

“Loki…”

“And he’s shirtless and all sweaty from moving all these boxes…and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts,” Loki smirked, wiggling his brows at the man as he grinded his ass on his mate’s clothed cock. Charles groaned and instantly gripped Loki’s hips. Loki smiled even more, “oh…does my human mate like when his little wolf is doing this? Riding his cock like a good pup?”

“Sweet wolf. Sweet baby boy…you’re so dirty sometimes,” Charles cooed, pulling his boyfriend’s face towards his own. The moment went from lust-filled and flirty, to a more tender moment, as the two men held one another, “I love you, Loki.”

“H-he’ll come around, my love…” Loki whispered. Charles sighed, and Loki lay beside him. His hand reached down, and his fingers laced with that of his mates, “have I ever told you about why I was so eager to leave England? To leave my mother?”

“You don’t talk about your family, or England,” Charles shrugged, “I didn’t want to press the issue.”

“My mother believes that homosexuality is wrong…she was a lot like your family…only instead of straight camps and beatings it was something else,” Loki replied shortly, “she hated me for it…looked at me like I as an abomination…”

“Loki…”

“She molested me when I presented…she tied me to the radiator during my ruts and would force a prostitute or herself on me…she told me that someone would fuck me straight…I tried to run away a few times, but I never got very far.”

Charles felt his heart breaking as he looked at his mate, “my sweet wolf.”

“I ran to the States because of the opportunity with this college,” he said firmly, “I did work study here all last year while I finished my senior year, and my brother sponsored me I didn’t see him though…not once. Met a boy, and fell in love for the first time ever…I-I tried to take him back home to meet my mom…to tell her that I was a proud gay man…and that I didn’t need her…my brother rejected me when I came out to him…didn’t seem to blink when I told him that mother hurt me…so I told him that when I told mother, she had a heart attack…and I left her to die to meet him at the pub…his world looked like it ended. He ran to her, and left me, sitting in the dust…”

Charles stared at the man that he loved, unsure of what to say. He squeezed his hand, reminding him that he was there for him, and Loki gave him a small smile, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that even if he doesn’t…come around, you know…you’ll always have me. And we shouldn’t be ashamed of our love.”

“Loki?”

“Yes, Charles?”

Charles leaned over and gently began wiping away his mate’s tears, “this summer…I-I want us to complete our mating ceremony…and I-I want us to get married…”

“Charles…you don’t have to rush-“

“It’s not rushing it,” he assured his mate, “I don’t want to be ashamed of our love either. I want you to be my husband, Loki.”

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lex-feldz · 1 year

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan/Annabeth Chase, Percy jackson & Peyton Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, peyton jackson, Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Paul Blofis Additional Tags: Trigger Warnings Galore, Suicide mentions, Sexual Assault, luke is a gross boy, he’s a deadass man, but he acts like a boy with how immature and gross he is, he’s the attacker, Spoiler Alert - Freeform, Percy is a good boy, Secret love, peyton doesn’t like it when their brother fucks their friends, peyton is my non-binary bestie, but theyre also Annabeth’s bestie, writing as i go so if chapters take a long time thats why Summary:

It had been an accident. Annabeth never meant to fall for her best friend’s brother, and yet… here she was.

(Big thank you to Matt— he doesn’t have an ao3 but he’s my right hand man these days 🥹)

#percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth angst #percabeth fanfiction #My Best Friends Brother

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syn0vial · 5 months

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my gun-loving, car guy, "i'm the straightest man i know" brother who just finished baldur's gate 3 talking about astarion:

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #we had a long conversation about the end of the game #mostly about astarion and karlach #he says he took multiple days to decide how to handle karlach's ending :`D #but i was just so amused by his reaction to astarion lol #he's like ''i loved my paladin's bromance with astarion! he's my best friend!'#and i was like ''oh that's nice i never even got out of neutral approval with him when i was playing paladin''#and he was like ''you can check characters' approval? o.O''#so while astarion was def his paladin's best friend‚ i'm not so sure his paladin was astarion's best friend if you know what i mean 😂#he was also unhappy that his character just let astarion run off at the end without trying to follow him and make sure he was okay #and at gale for making a snarky comment about it #he was like ''i should have let him ascend 😭''#''if this was real life i wouldn't just let my friend run off like that!''#also: ftr despite my facetious description above let it be known that my brother is the kindest most accepting brother a dyke could ask for #he just also has a lot of stereotypical ''straight guy'' interests

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turrondeluxe · 8 months

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always happy about the fact that in 2012, mikey often asked donnie questions if he didn't understand something and donnie always answered no matter what

this can be seen in a bunch of episodes but my favorite example of it it's the one in half shell heroes where mikey is extremely excited to be in the museums and is the one actively asking donnie questions about the exhibits they saw and also actively listening to donnie's explanation (before raph got silly lmao). he was very excited to learn!!!

And while it's true that mikey would lose interest quite fast if the explanation got too lengthy with too many technical terms, it doesn't change the fact that he does retain the info donnie is always rambling on about different things!!! (even if mikey himself doesn't notice he's doing it lol) and also i find it very sweet that no matter if donnie himself got annoyed, donnie would always answer the questions. no matter what. he would always try to explain if he didn't understand something

This is prob because mikey is the one brother who is often seeking out donnie to pass time around him Meaning that donnie might have used mikey as his rubber ducky whenever mikey hangs out with him while he's working (explained him a lot of his experiments and theories while trying to solve them himself and in this way mikey also learnt in the process WHILE spending time with his brother! win win!)

it also helps donnie because accompanies him while not letting him get lonely in his lab 24/7, sometimes explaining things to someone makes it better to understand it yourself AND it's shown in the comics that donnie is quite used to his brothers just Living as background noise and literally cannot function without it lmao

They are literally the two smart kids in the family even if none of them notice it and it's all because mikey looks up to his brother and is like an sponge with donnie around. donnie is actively teaching mikey and mikey is learning! even if they have no idea they are doing it

#fer silly twt rambling #i wasnt going to post it here but i think yall will like this one lol #STEM KIDS!!#they mean so much to me #literally is so important to me that donnie; if not stressed the fuck out by a lot of things going on; would always explain calmly to mikey #thats his only little brother!!! hes thoughts are prob 'if mikey asks i must answer. im such a cool older bro'#makes my heart warm with joy #ALSO #mikey looks up to don and wants to do the same things as don does based on how he mimics him in that one ep where donnie is silly goofy #i need an ep of 2012 b team visiting museums and being happy and excited about learning #the b in b team stands for best friends!!!#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining.#sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he.#bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me #because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him #which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he #friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on --#-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes.#not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs #a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know #he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks #but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post #when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock #and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot #so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th #waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't #- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought #a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is #'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.'#not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the #fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes #“that... isn't normal. is it?” and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go “no buddy. no it isn't” bc i think the idea is funny.#sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have

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I’ve grown to appreciate the aus where Shen Yuan enters the story as “Shen Yuan” - same name, probably similar face, generally able to interact with PIDW as himself and change the story through his added presence. I like the sense of “if only you’d been here, things might have been better the first time around” of it all.

And I was thinking, it’s a funny coincidence in that scenario that someone named Shen Yuan gets put into… another Shen Yuan. What are the chances? What a weird twist of fate that Airplane would pick out the name that his most dedicated critic could slip into seamlessly.

What about a version where it’s not coincidence at all?

Airplane goes to school with a kid named Shen Yuan. He’s prickly and hard to approach and a little intense, but Airplane is persistent. In fairness, Airplane is relentless - and maybe it’s a good thing that they end up being friends, because they’re a little too much for anyone else to handle. They balance each other out. They’re the “weird kids” in class and they’re okay with that, because even when they don’t have any words for it, they know they’re not like their classmates, not really. That’s okay; they don’t want to be.

Recesses and breaks are consumed with the elaborate stories that Airplane wants to tell, and all the holes Shen Yuan pokes into them. It’s not mean-spirited, though, even though Shen Yuan isn’t the kind to temper his words. It’s passionate. He cares about those stories the way Airplane cares about them, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else when they lean together conspiratorially across the lunchroom table. They’ve both got notebooks filled with details and characters and monsters. Shen Yuan’s practically got a whole bestiary sketched out in wobbly childhood attempts at art, entries fervently scrawled beside them. Airplane prattles out plots nonstop, always with the promise of shining eyes and being asked “what happens next?”

They come up with a whole world together. Airplane’s going to write about it someday. Shen Yuan is going to read every word.

Shen Yuan misses school. Shen Yuan starts missing school a lot.

Airplane goes to the hospital room instead. He doesn’t think to worry, because Shen Yuan is okay - that’s what he says. He looks okay, and he’s a kid, and it doesn’t feel real that anything bad should happen to a kid. He doesn’t think to worry. He doesn’t think to say goodbye.

It’s one of the older Shen brothers who catches him on the way up to the room one day, in the hallway just outside - snaps at him to go the fuck home, and when Airplane hesitates, pushes him into the elevator and tells him not to come back. “Tells” is a generous way to describe the way the words come out - a growl, a hiss, the sound an animal would make when a hand got too close to a wound.

(It’s not fair to name a villain after him, even if the name never really comes up in the story. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He’d lost a brother minutes before, and he was getting his brother’s friend out of the way so he didn’t have to… see. It isn’t fair, but then, none of it is fair.)

Death feels very real after that.

The notebooks get shoved into a closet, and it’s not until Airplane’s moving out and one falls on him from a high shelf that he thinks about it again. He’s written things, lots of things, but nothing as ambitious as this - nothing as important. It could be good, he considers. He’d promised. Shen Yuan wanted to read it.

The problem was that no one else does, not for a long time, not until Airplane has whittled himself and his art into a corner and into such an unfamiliar shape that he has to wonder how it’s still his own face he sees in the mirror. He has to eat. He has to pay rent. Shen Yuan would yell at him, but Shen Yuan isn’t there to yell at him, and who cares. Who cares if it could have been better? The people who actually are here love it, and it’s paying his bills, and sometimes stories don’t go the way they’re supposed to and the world is fucking unfair. It doesn’t matter.

(It does. But he shoves that thought away along with styrofoam cups and soda bottles to the bottom of a garbage bag.)

Authors are not gods and their power is limited, but Airplane exercises just a sliver of what he’s been granted and gifts an inconsequential sort of immortality. He thinks about making him a rogue cultivator, maybe the kind that goes around documenting beasts and compiling his findings. He thinks about making him someone too powerful for death to touch, or too important to threaten, but when Airplane looks at the world he crafted and everything that’s become of it, it feels like the kindest thing he can do for Shen Yuan is a childhood where he’s loved, and a death that’s peaceful. What does it say about that world, that he’d kill off his best friend too early again instead of making him live there?

(The best writing he ever does is the only, shining moment of humanity that his scum villain ever displays: a lament about death that comes too early, about a brother gone too soon. The commenters praise him. The commenters flatter over how real the emotions feel. The commenters don’t get any response from Airplane on that chapter.)

Death is incredibly real when it comes for him too early, too, still hovering over his keyboard with the story technically finished and incredibly incomplete. Airplane could tell himself that’s because the written version can never be the version in the writer’s head, always shifting and with every possibility still on the table, but he knows better than that. The System knows better than that, with its condescending message about “improving” his writing and “closing plot holes” and “achieving his original vision”...

…and he’s a child again. He’s a child in his own story, he’s Shang Qinghua now without the benefit yet of a peak or cultivation or anything, and maybe he’s a little bitter, and a little scared, and…

And Shen Yuan - with longer hair, with robes, with a couple of older kids watching him from across the street, but undeniably the prickly little boy who used to sit down imperiously across from him and tell him everything that was wrong with the chuck of writing that had been handed to him last period, but with that smile that said he was only invested because he knew it could be better and they were going to make it better - marches up to him with a fire in his eyes and a frown that warns of a coming tirade.

“You told it wrong,” is the first thing he says.

Shang Qinghua wants to ask how him how he’s here, how this is possible, or maybe laugh because, yeah - yeah, Shen Yuan has no goddamn idea how wrong he got absolutely everything.

(Shang Qinghua wants to say “I missed you” and “why did you leave so soon” but he’s here now. He’s right here.)

“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry. It all kind of… spiraled out of control.”

Shen Yuan frowns, but then it dissipates the way it always does, and his eyes shine with ideas the way they always used to. “That’s okay,” he relents, grabbing for his hand. “We’ll fix it. We’ll make it what it was supposed to be.”

#scum villain self saving system #svsss #shang qinghua #shen yuan #airplane shooting towards the sky #this got more into the feelings than i thought it would #surprising no one #anyway just! childhood friends au! as a reason for a shen yuan insert!#obviously he is not going to die as a child in this version #shang qinghua would not have that nope not again #also pls consider poor shen jiu who looks at this child that shen yuan has picked out for a best friend like '...really? that one??'#(it's up to you if he's shen yuan's actual brother from his first life)#(put there's a part of me that likes the idea that shen jiu also gets a second chance to spend more time with his brother)#a second chance for them to grow up together!#THAT SAID #RIP TO SHANG QINGHUA #WHEN SHEN YUAN IS OLD ENOUGH TO LEARN ABOUT ALL THE PAPAPA #the LOOKS shang qinghua is going to get #anyway here have a thing because I CANNOT add another au to my drafts thank you and goodbyyyyye

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