#Vlad is not awake enough for any of this

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 206

There seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding, Ellie is realizing as she opens the door- in her pajamas no less- to the freaking Justice League. Either that or they’re gonna’ have to go on the run from something her brothers or Vlad did. 

…

What do you mean Jazz blew up a building?! Without inviting them?!

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Redeemed Vlad #Is he with Jack & Maddie or just spending the night- Good question #Why did Jazz end up blowing up a building? Also good question #Blame the GIW or Cadmus or Both #Danny Jordan & Ellie: Shame on the sister for not inviting us! Shame for a thousand years! #Vlad is not awake enough for any of this #Jack instantly started making fudge while subtly double checking all their to-go bags Juust in case #They’re all ready to go on the run or fight heroes if needed

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1

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To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.

A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.

And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.

Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.

Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.

He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.

Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.

Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.

Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.

He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.

“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.

With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.

“You okay, kid?”

The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.

“Huh.”

The kid flinched.

“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”

Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”

“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”

Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.

“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”

“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”

“I also don’t hurt kids.”

“…”

The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.

“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”

“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.

“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”

“…”

Danny waited.

“Peters.”

“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.

“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”

“All of it.”

Peters stared.

Danny shrugged and started looting.

"Y'er so fuckin' weird."

----

See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.

Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.

Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.

Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #DCxDP #dpxdc #jason todd #batman #crime alley #Danny: im gonna be an alcoholic #also Danny: a child needs help and I don’t drink anymore #Danny phantom’s saving people thing #drunk danny #alcoholic danny #but not for long #danny adopts jason todd #jason todd follows his big brother into being a vigilante #kind of #he becomes robin #but gets rescued by his long suffering brother every once and a while #alley drunk! Danny AU

[featherandferns]

you find out (fic)

jj maybank x fem!reader | part of the F.W.B universe, but can be read as a stand-alone

content warning: abuse; mentions of drug use/abuse; mentions of sex

word count: 2k

Blurb: you find out about JJ's tumultuous relationship with his dad one night.

Within a split second, your body registers the feeling of the bed dipping, the covers shifting, and the brief brush of something cold on your shin. All of this jolts you awake, eyes shooting open to face the wall. Heart pumping adrenaline. The pressure of a hand on your shoulder does little to ease your anxiety until you hear his voice.

“Just me,” JJ sighs. You exhale with relief and relax back into the covers, eyes closing once more.

“You scared the crap outta me,” you mumble back.

“Sorry,” he grunts. He’s wriggling around, trying to get comfortable, and you turn over in the darkness. Your eyes are still shut. Naturally, you begin to worm yourself into his presence, tangling your legs amongst his and burying your head against his chest. JJ laughs and you feel his body shake with it. “You’re like a Goddamn koala.”

“Shut up,” you mutter.

The two of you had an affinity to become soft and simp-like when tired. Secretly, you loved it.

One of his hands comes to your back, slipping underneath the cotton of your top and stroking your skin. You smile and sigh against him.

“I missed you today,” you tell him against his bare skin.

“Missed you too,” JJ replies in a gravelly voice.

“Are we becoming that gross couple that’s always attached at the hip?” you worry, only half-joking.

JJ laughs. “Can’t be any grosser than John B and Sarah. You know they have little pet names for each other? Vlad and something.”

“Gag.”

The two of you laugh quietly. Sleepily. JJ’s chest smells of saltwater, suncream and the remnants of sweat. His skin’s turning warm from the cocoon of sheets that he’s made his way into. You rub your foot against his inner calve and nuzzle against him. JJ silently chuckles, another hand coming up to pet your hair.

“Where were you today?”

“Had to do something,” JJ ominously tells you.

“Is that code for murder?”

“Sometimes. Not right now, though,” he replies. “How was training?”

“Hard,” you reply through a yawn. “There’s a match in a couple of weeks though. You gonna come?”

“Course,” he says. With that, he plants a kiss to your forehead. “How come you’re at the chateau tonight? I didn’t know if you were gonna be here.”

“Went surfing with Kie and John B after training, and we sorta just ended up here. It got late and I just decided to crash. Wasn’t sure if you were gonna be here either.”

“We need to text each other more,” JJ points out, making you laugh.

You shift so there’s a bit more space between you and then half-open your eyes. The room’s pitch black and you can barely make out the silhouette of JJ’s face. You know his presence well enough to be able to pin where his lips are though. You press a kiss against them. JJ doesn’t let you pull back. He moves the hand that was playing with your hair to cradle your jaw, keeping you against him. Both of you are too tired to have sex, but you have just enough left in the tank for a half-asleep make-out. Lazy and lavish. As you go to kiss at his jaw, one of your hand slips around his side, letting your fingers and blunt nails lightly dig into his flesh, just like usual. What's unusual is the way JJ flinches, suddenly hisses (as if uncontrollable), and pulls back on reflex. The moment he does, you get this feeling that he didn’t mean to. This only spurs you on more to pull away and sit up, face contorted in concerned confusion. You try fumbling around for the lamp’s light switch. JJ starts protesting immediately.

“Baby, wait—” JJ’s saying, a little panicked, but you don’t let his hold on your arm stop you.

The light flashes on and you wince against it with a groan, blinking a couple of times to adjust. Turning around, you take in JJ’s face, and the sight makes you gasp.

“JJ, what the hell,” you gape.

You’ve seen your fair share of face wounds from boxing, on yourself and others - split lips and some discolouring around the cheek and eyes - but nothing like this. This is malicious and spiteful, done with something more than intent.

JJ’s looking away from you, his expression somewhere between annoyed and embarrassed.

You go to reach out a hand and take his face, as if needing to check the bruises are real, but he’s pulling away from your reach.

“What the hell happened?”

“It’s nothing. Doesn’t matter,” he mumbles, looking around the other bedside table for something. Probably his vape or papers.

“JJ.”

“It’s just from some dumb fight with some Kooks or something,” he barely says, still not meeting your gaze. Mhm.

“Or something?”

“It’ll be fine. I’ll put some cream or something on it in the morning.”

Sarcastically, you agree, “yeah, that’s what you need. Cream.”

He finds his vape but decides against it, going to look for his bud and papers to roll. You know why: it’s not gonna hold his attention long enough to have an excuse not to look at you. You sit back atop of your folded legs and cross your arms. Your eyes have fully adjusted now and you’re wide awake. Whatever softness the two of you had been in before has long gone, and you’re not going back to sleep until you know why JJ looks like a rip-off Picasso painting of a starry night.

“Why won’t you tell me?” you ask him.

JJ pauses in his search.

“It doesn’t matter, okay?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Why does it matter so much to you that I tell you?” JJ huffs, becoming annoyed. You watch as his shoulders begin to tense, the muscles flexing.

“Because I haven’t seen you all day, only for you to show up black and blue,” you tell him, irritated. Then, softer, you add, “and I’m worried about you.”

“Why’s it always about you?”

“What?”

JJ sits back, abandoning his search, and goes on, glaring at you. “It’s always about how everything’s effecting you. What? Cause you get your way a lot, you think you deserve the answers to everything? You’re a spoilt brat sometimes, you know that right?”

Maybe in another situation, his words would hurt. You’d worry if there was some truth – that maybe that was why your exes had left you and had done what they did. But as he talks, all you can look at is the cut on his lip and how it’s threatening to break open again into a bleed, and how the bruising around his eye is making it swollen. The strange beauty of the colours: blotchy purple and orange and brown.

Keeping your temper level, you calmly shake your head. “You can’t try and stir up the pot between us to get out of talking about this.”

JJ briefly meets your gaze before looking away and down at his hands. He messes with one of his rings. It’s now that you have enough strength to pull your focus from his face and to his chest. To the reason that he flinched away, giving up his secret. The sight of the marks – red and pink, some tinges of blue – scattered across his body, probably from someone kicking or punching him, makes your eyes water. You bite on your lower lip to keep it from trembling. That means he was on the ground at some point. Somebody had enough strength and power over him to get him on the ground. Funny how half your life is spent in purposeful violence, but the sight of wounds like this, on someone you care about, catches you off guard in the worst of ways. It doesn’t put you off fighting, though. If anything, it spurs you on.

“Who did this, JJ?” you ask, firmer.

He looks you in the eye at your change of tone. Maybe he can read your face, see your intentions, because he starts shaking his head.

“It’s not like you can do anything about it, alright?”

“Who says?” you shrug.

“Baby, I’m asking you to let it go. Please,” JJ implores. His voice cracks. Jaw tenses, like he's holding back.

His gaze is all over the shop: your eyes then his hands, then the window and the door. You follow it. When he looks at his hands, fiddles with his rings, you notice how they're shaking. He’s shaking.

The moment of vigilante is gone. It feels as if you’re seeing a different part of JJ. Vulnerable and raw; his silly, cocky, energetic facets of personality stripped away. You’ve only ever seen him like this once. Well, heard him, to be more accurate. In the bathroom, at the party, where you both agreed to give this relationship a shot.

Shuffling nearer, you move to straddle his lap (careful of his bruises), hoping it might help ground him. He doesn’t push you off. Instead, JJ places his hands on your hips, a thumb stroking over the bone. Your hands find place on your thighs. You lean forward and press your forehead against his, making a point to close your eyes. JJ shakily exhales.

“It’s okay,” you whisper.

His head shakes from side to side, ever so slightly. “It’s not okay,” he barely makes out. Your stomach constricts like a boa.

You bring a hand up to his hair and gently rake your fingers through some of the strands, and something about your touch makes him break.

JJ starts crying.

He drops his head against your shoulder, body shaking from the sobs. You’ve never seen him cry before. Never been able to picture it. JJ didn’t get upset; he just got angry. But this was the hidden layer, buried behind humour and anger and aggression. The thing he seemed to try and keep six feet under. His arms come up to wrap around your body, pulling you nearer, and you bite at your lip to save yourself from crying too, folding your arms over his shoulders. You swaddle him in your presence, let him cry against you. You whisper things into his ear, somewhere between sweet-nothings and soothes. The lump in your throat never leaves.

“It’s not his fault,” JJ gasps against you.

You don’t know what he means but don’t force anything. You just keep holding him.

“I know,” you say softly, hugging him tighter.

“It’s not his fault. He…He has a problem and…If I was better than it wouldn’t happen…”

You shake your head but don’t speak. You’re not sure if you can. His voice doesn’t sound like his own. It’s as resistless as a sheet of ice. 

“He loves me. I know he does. I know he does. I know…”

His chest is rising and falling too quickly now and you have to pull away. His eyes are clenched shut and he can’t breathe. The panic of this realisation only makes it worse. You take his face in your hands and shush him, coaxing him to listen to you.

“You gotta breathe, okay baby? You've gotta breathe.”

“I don’t understand…”

“It’s alright. Just focus on breathing, okay?”

JJ’s mumbling still. How he doesn’t understand. How he doesn’t get it. How he just has to do better. Why can’t he be better?

The whole time, you’re counting aloud. Giving instructions. Trying to block out the tears, the pain, from his words. In - one, two, three. Out - one, two, three. In…

Somewhere, somehow, he listens. At first, it’s useless. His panicked gasps interrupt his measured breathing, and he almost spirals again. But then he seems to find some new determination. His fingers press into your waist, a little tight but you’re not going to complain, and JJ tries again. Eventually, it mostly levels out, and the panic attack has subsided. You press your forehead against his again and move to take his hands into yours, interlocking your fingers together. You stay like that for a long while.

In that time, JJ stops crying and you let your own tears silently fall. You press a chaste kiss to his lips. His breathing mellows out into tired, steady inhales and exhales. It’s then that you feel it’s safe enough for you to ask.

“It’s your dad, isn’t it? The ‘ugly’ thing you were scared to tell me about; the thing you mentioned at the party,” you whisper.

JJ stills. His breathing temporarily halts. You feel the reluctant nod of his head.

Face warping into a deep, sad smile, you let some more tears fall. A smile, because whilst it kills you to know the truth – and one that painful – it’s also somewhat of a relief to know. Know why he does the things he does and why he never wants to go home. Why he’s never invited you to meet his parents or crash at his, and why – right from day one of knowing you – he’s been at the chateau. Why he’s currently black and blue.

You press another kiss to his lips.

“I’m staying, JJ,” you reassure him.

Before you can pull away, he places a hand on the flat of your back and pulls you back, kissing you firmly. I’m staying.

#jj #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj fic #jj maybank fic #jj maybank angst #jj maybank one shot #jj angst #outer banks #outerbanks #the outer banks #outer banks fic #outerbanks fic #outer banks preference #pogues #obx #obx fic #pogues fic #pogues preference

[luxaofhesperides]

ghostlights prompt with "it's okay, you're safe now" hurt/comfort?

It takes over a month to find Danny. 

Thirty seven days of panic and ever growing dread, searching for him every single day. Duke hasn’t felt this way since he was in foster care, running away from whatever home he got placed in to search for his parents. 

The first week was spent trying to find any trace of Danny, working on nothing but his last few messages and a voicemail he left Duke, where all he said was a whispered, Call me back when you can. I might just be paranoid, but I think someone’s following me. I’m walking home right now. I… I don’t know, I feel a little sick, Duke, I— And then static before the voicemail ends. 

There hadn’t been any sign that Danny made it home. No cameras caught sight of him after he walked past a bus stop. No one around on the streets to tell him what happened. 

One moment, Danny was there. The next, he was gone.

He had to recruit the rest of the Bats into searching for Danny, and his guilt of outing Danny as a meta (half ghost, as Danny called himself) was easily buried under his desperation. Duke knows the statistics. The chances of finding someone after three days drop drastically, and after enough time, it’s safe to assume they’re dead even if people keep searching. 

Jason promised to interrogate some traffickers moving outside of Crime Alley, updating Duke weekly on any other kidnappings that might be related to Danny’s case. Tim had been checking around Danny’s neighborhood, slipping in and out of spaces to gather information, leaving behind cameras and bugs on the off chance the kidnappers came back to the area. Barbara hacked her way into the messages of traffickers, trying to find any mention of Danny. Even Bruce had gotten involved, looking into Danny’s background to see if there was anyone that might be connected to his disappearance.

Vlad Masters wasn’t a lead. He had no idea Danny was missing when they called, and he ended the call immediately to begin his own search.

Thirty seven days.

Duke didn’t want to lose hope, but all he could think about were the empty spaces in his life where Danny once was. 

And now, on the thirty eighth day, Duke jerks awake as his cell phone rings at max volume and he scrambles to get it. He’s not risking another missed call, not after Danny disappeared. 

He doesn’t have time to say anything once he accepts the call before Jason is saying, “We found him Duke. Babs is sending the location to the GPS of your motorcycle. Suit up and meet us here.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s…” Jason hesitates. “He’ll live. But these fuckers did a number on him, from what we've read in their files. We’re waiting for you and the others to get here, and then we’ll take them out while you get your boy to safety.”

“I’m on my way,” Duke says, already pulling his suit out to get changed. He hasn’t bothered to bring it to the Batcave for weeks, spending most of his time out on the streets as the Signal. It’s just easier to have it on hand than to go to the Batcave to suit up, or to leave it in the Hatch. He chucks his phone back onto his bed and is jumping out the window of his apartment just a minute later, dropping down to street level just as his motorcycle pulls up on the street.

He’ll have to remember to get Babs a gift basket or something when this is all over. It’s the least he can do after she’s helped him so much over the past month. 

“Thanks, Babs,” Duke says into his comm, switching it to a private line with Oracle. She hums an acknowledgement, but otherwise doesn’t respond. Not that Duke has much in him for conversation; all his focus is on Danny, Danny, Danny.

The GPS on the motorcycle leads him to the outskirts of GCU campus, in one of the buildings that had been closed off after a fire earlier in the year that they still haven’t fixed due to the amount of mobsters who liked to pass through it, using it as a drop sight for arms deals. Red Hood leans on the chain link fence surrounding it, watching as he approaches.

Duke all but jumps off the motorcycle to reach Red Hood, barely remembering to turn on the cloaking to hide it from sight.

“Where is he?”

“Basement,” Red Hood answers, and even through the helmet, Duke can hear the tightness in his voice that means he’s doing his best to hold back his rage. “Red Robin and the Batgirls are in there, getting Oracle access to their computers. They’re going to make sure no one slips by us. I’m going to make them wish I had been kind enough to kill them, and you’re going to take your boy straight to the Batcave where the Doc is waiting with Alfred.”

It’s not much of a plan, but Duke trusts the others to do what they need to do. All he cares about is getting Danny out of there. 

“Lead the way.”

They scale the fence easily, and there’s no one on the upper levels when they walk in. Not even a single camera to alert anyone to their entrance. Red Hood leads him down a stairwell, ignoring the way the shadows around them move on their own, Duke’s agitation making them twist into some dark nightmare. 

He sees the flicker of light as soon as they step out into the basement hallway. All the light bulbs above their head are broken, covering the floor in sharp glass, and doors going down the hall are all left open, some barely hanging onto their hinges. The building is a wreck, graffiti decorating portions of the wall, and it looks abandoned. He would bet even mobsters avoid coming down here; it’s all sorts of health hazards.

Normally, he’d be cautious. He would sneak through the wall, sticking to the shadows and staying hidden as he went deeper in, ready for anything. 

Duke hasn’t been thinking clearly in weeks. He sees the light, the soft white glow he associates with Danny, and tears after it like a man possessed. 

Distantly, he hears Red Hood curse behind him, and then he’s turning the corner, feeling the familiar burn in his eyes as his powers kick in and let him see the small ball of light flickering weakly as it guides him through the basement level. 

Red Robin and Batgirl’s voices fill his helmet and Duke doesn’t waste a second in muting his comm; if there’s a problem, they can work it out with Red Hood. Now that he’s so close to Danny, he’s not letting anything get in his way. 

The first guy he runs into is a surprise. Clearly a scientist, judging by the lab coat and the notebook in his hands, paired with the dark circles stamped beneath his eyes. He barely has time to open his mouth, looking alarmed, before Duke slams into him, tackling him to the floor and knocking him out with a quick hit to the temple. 

A vent in the ceiling falls down, and Red Robin pops out.

“They’re keeping him in the back, locked in. I’m warning you now, it’s not a pretty sight.”

“I don’t care,” Duke snaps, “I’m getting him back.”

“We’ll clear the way and keep them from stopping you,” Red Robin says.

He whips out his bo staff and sprints away, kicking in a door. Duke follows after him, ignoring the yells from the other scientists gathered in there, leaving them to Red Robin’s tender mercies. 

The light leads him to a room hidden away in the lab, a small window in the door that is too dirty to see through. The door is locked, so Duke feels out the shadows around him and uses one to slip into the room.

And Danny’s there.

Danny, never without a smile, glowing and funny and so, so sweet, is lying curled up on the floor. There are shackles around his ankles, keeping him trapped in the room with the chain nailed into the wall. His wrists are bound in meta suppressant cuffs, leaving him weak and vulnerable. That’s not the worst thing.

The worst thing is the visible wounds Duke can see on him, sluggishly bleeding. There are blood stains all over the floor, cuts along his arms and thighs, clothes torn into nothing but dirty rags. There’s a large incision on his chest, going down from his collarbone to his navel, hastily stitched together in a way that only keeps it slightly closed, the stitches loose enough to be pulled out with a single pull. 

As if sensing his gaze, Danny blinks his eyes open, staring at the space next to Duke. Slowly, his gaze slides over, eyes hazy with pain and exhaustion. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.

Duke kneels next to him, pulling off his gloves to cup Danny’s cheek as gently as he can.

“Hey,” he whispers, overcome with both grief at the pain Danny had to go through, and relief at finally finding him. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe now.”

Danny doesn’t try to speak again. Instead, he closes his eyes and leans into Duke’s touch, relaxing. 

“I got you honey, it’s alright. I’m gonna get you out of here and take you to some people who can patch you up.”

He slides his arms beneath Danny’s body, lifting him into his arms. 

He doesn’t remember much of what happens next; it’s all a blur of movement and feeling blood slide over his hands. Later, he’ll hear the others give their report, telling of how they found Danny following the trail of a university professor bragging about a paper that would make him famous for a deeper understanding of meta biology. They’ll recount their scouting, the information they stole, how many people they fought and captured. They’ll talk about how the shadows completely overwhelmed the basement when Duke left with Danny, traveling through shadows at a speed he had never achieved before, going farther than he’s ever been able to. 

Leslie and Alfred input their own medical reports of the torture done to Danny and how long he’ll need to be in recovery, checking for infection and possible side effects to his powers. 

All of that will be important later. 

Duke doesn’t care about anything at all when he’s finally able to return to Danny’s side once Alfred and Leslie are done patching him up. The weight that’s been on his shoulders for the past thirty seven days is gone. The sight of Danny’s blue eyes fluttering open is the most beautiful he’ll ever see.

“Hey, honey,” he says softly, holding Danny’s hand as he wakes.

Danny smiles at him. “Duke,” he whispers, “I knew you’d find me.”

“Always, honey. Always.”

. . .

[send me a ghostlights prompt!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #mostly hurt not much comfort but just imagine duke cuddling danny and hand feeding him after this!!! #thank u for the prompt!! very happy to make this the first prompt fill to buff up the ghostlights tag

[cloudshuffle]

a bubble of memory. yan!childe

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That night, you stand on the deck of one of the Fatui’s many ships. It has a name, one that you’d forgotten as soon as the captain had ceased his boasting and left you alone.

You shake yourself. It’s just your nerves talking. The salty sea air might have been fire water to these Fatui sailors, invigorating and life-giving, but it feels more like poison to your lungs, infecting you and spreading like a disease.

The deck swarms with activity, bodies perspiring from the hard work despite the chill. So you don’t notice Nadia, sneaking up behind you like a cheeky little cat to give you a little surprise.

“Boo!” she exclaims. You jump slightly, but return her friendly embrace.

“I could see you from the dock. I thought you were an alabaster statue at first, so moody and mysterious staring out like that,” she teases. “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

You turn back landward, towards the glimmering lights. You’d already said goodbye to your parents, who hugged you deeply and wished you safe travels. Why did the lanterns mimic the glittering moon on the ocean so closely? You stare, waiting patiently for a stirring in your heart that never comes.

“Oh, everything.” You wave a hand to encompass ‘everything’. “Liyue, a new branch for the bank, a new people and their culture. There’s a lot on the horizon for us.”

“I know!” she squeals, and grips your arm tightly. “So, listen. Just now Vlad dropped his hat, and I helped him pick it up, and he said ‘thank you, Nadia’!”

“That’s great. At least he knows who you are.” You give her a smile.

Nadia opens her mouth to speak, but a shout interrupts her.

“Form up!”

The activity had gradually ceased while the two of you were talking, and now Ajax… Tartaglia, pardon, was coming on board to carry out final inspections.

The two of you take your places in two lines, standing face to face. You stand opposite one of your colleagues, a young man slightly more senior than yourself whose name you’d never learnt. You saw each other often, but never exchanged words any further than cordial greetings. You doubted he knew your name either.

A shifting ripples down the line. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Tartaglia stride up the gangplank onto the deck. His expression is set and cold, vastly different from the curious, piercing look he’d had during your earlier encounter. You can feel each of his footsteps resonate through the wood, into your own heart.

He takes his time, prowling past with the laziness of a predatory cat. Each soldier tenses under his gaze, and you can feel each of their prayers to Tsaritsa evaporate into the cold air as he passes them by.

Tartaglia pauses by you. You can feel him radiating heat like a small star, carrying a curious sweetness with him on the air.

You can almost feel each cell in your body alight where his gaze passes over you. It lingers on the hollow of your neck, where your necklace rests, and you return his appraisal, holding his gaze steadfastly.

He moves on. The whole interaction had taken but a brief heartbeat.

“Move out!” he commands, the cry coming from the unfamiliar part of him that had been moulded into a harbinger. You obey on instinct, filing into the cabins and out of the way as the sailors scatter to prepare for your trip.

This is the part of the journey you most hate - the waiting, the stillness, the uselessness. You duck into a cabin, lined by bunk beds that you share with Nadia and two other women. It’s just small enough to be stifling, with all four of you awake and active.

You haul yourself up to one of the top bunks, earning a dirty look cast by one of the women whose names you don’t know. You turn your back on her, curling up on top of the blankets.

Above you, the clomping of boots reverberates through the wooden deck, the shouts of men crying into the clear night, the unfurling and whipping of great fabric sails. Archons. What you would give to be up there breathing the open air, rather than trapped down here in a small cabin with people who may or may not be enjoying your company.

There’s a small circular window set into the wall, but looking through it would mean turning over to face the others, and you don’t quite feel like it yet. Instead, you slot a finger underneath your mask, prying it off and laying it next to your pillow.

It’s a simple affair, a piece of cool metal accented by a red stripe over the left eye. It’s been on for long that you run a hand down your own face, having to remind yourself of what you truly look like underneath it.

Running your thumb along the blunt edge of the mask, enjoying the serene rocking of the ship, you close your eyes.

────────────

The sunlight flickers, dim and wet, high above you. You can feel yourself sinking, feel the darkness reaching out with welcoming tendrils, shielding you from the cold.

A few bubbles escape your lips, but you can feel nothing but a calm acceptance. This is the end. I never knew the end could be so peaceful.

By the fire, your babushka liked to tell you tales of the old heroes. Battling ancient giants of lore, facing down hordes of barbarians, wrestling with the sun itself to make it stay in the sky longer and fend off the darkness. In your dreams, you were standing right by those heroes, slaying foes.

No more stories. No more fires. I hope I go to heaven. I shouldn’t have stolen the last herring from Papa.

Something thuds against the ice. You shudder in the otherwise still water.

Another thud, and the light splinters into a million crystal shards. You can feel a pounding at your chest. It’s the darkness, already inside you.

A small shape plunges into the water, trailing bubbles behind their little feet. You close your eyes.

— word count: 1026. thank you for reading!

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Creepy Carl

Danny is not fond of his parents' old ghost hunting friend that's come to pay them a visit for the week.

For the prompts: Jack and Maddie invite an old ghost hunting buddy (not Vlad) to stay in their guest room for the week. Expecting to catch up with their good ole pal, they're a little confused when this ghost hunter just keeps asking questions about their son, Danny [from @ectoblastfromthepast], and After the accident, Danny no longer has a shadow, and he isn't the first person to notice its absence. [from TheSilentBard]

Fair warning, Danny calls the old ghost hunting buddy 'Creepy Carl' for a reason. It may not be sexual in any way, but he is still very much creeping on a child, and I think y'all should be aware of that going in.

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[Warning for uncanny valley elements, and (non-sexual) inappropriate behavior by an adult toward a minor]

How many 'old ghost hunting buddies' did his parents have? Danny wondered as they introduced them to one Anderson Carl. First Vlad, and now this guy?

Apparently, after college and before Jazz was born, the two of them had gone on many a ghost hunt with Mr. Carl. Now, he had his own paranormal investigation blog with a pretty decent readership, and he had come to Amity Park to do a piece on the town, which of course meant he needed a place to stay in town while he was doing research.

Luckily, he had a couple of old buddies with a guest room who happened to live right where the action was, and when he told them he was coming to town, they eagerly invited him to stay in said guest room for the whole week he was planning to stay. They thought it would be a great chance to catch up with their good ole pal, but Danny was wary the second he laid eyes on the man.

Anderson Carl wasn't as tall as Jack, as hardly anyone was, but he still loomed over Danny at a solid six feet tall, probably a few inches taller than that. He had close-cropped, dirty blond hair, and dark gray eyes like angry storm clouds, they even seemed to light up with electric curiosity as Danny watched the man, and the man also watched him.

"Welcome to Fenton Works," Maddie greeted him cheerfully. "That's our son, Danny. Our daughter Jazz is out tutoring right now, but she'll be back in a few hours."

"Nice to meet you, Danny," Mr. Carl said, and smiled.

The smile was perfectly ordinary, but Danny couldn't help feeling a sinister chill when it was directed at him. Maybe it was to too-white teeth, or the way it stretched his chapped lips so tightly they looked like they might crack, but Danny didn't like it.

"Uh... sure," Danny said cautiously. "Sorry, but I've got homework to do, so I'm gonna go."

He could feel those dark eyes following him all the way up the stairs, and when he closed his bedroom door behind him, he felt like Mr. Carl couldn't be leaving town soon enough. A whole week of this already sounded unbearable.

The next morning, when Danny got dressed and left for school, Mr. Carl was already awake, and sitting at the kitchen table, typing on his laptop. The laptop, too, was a dark grey, but it had a sticker on it that said UncannyCarl.com in bright red letters designed to look like they were partially obscured by smoke.

"Good Morning, Danny," the man greeted, with that same unsettling smile from the day before. "Off to school?"

"Yeah, it's Monday, so..." Danny trailed off. He took an orange out of the bowl on the counter for breakfast, not taking his eyes of the man before him. "Is that your blog, Mr. Carl?" he asked. "Uncanny Carl dot com?"

"That's right," the man confirmed. "Uncanny is something of a synonym for paranormal, but really the name is based on... are you familiar with the uncanny valley effect?"

"Never heard of it," Danny said.

"The uncanny valley effect is when you see something that looks human in most respects, but it's just slightly off enough to make your brain send out warning signals that it's not human, and you shouldn't be fooled by it," Mr. Carl explained. "Often times, you aren't consciously aware of what detail your brain registers as wrong that's causing the uncanny valley effect, whether it's that their arms are just slightly too long, the shape of their face is abnormal, or they don't have a shadow. Your brain notices it, even if you don't."

Danny couldn't help thinking that this guy was a little uncanny valley himself, but he thought it would be rude to say out loud, and he didn't want to piss off his parents' creepy guest.

"That's fascinating Mr. Carl, but I gotta get to school."

"Oh, and you can drop the 'Mr', by the way," he said. "Everyone just calls me Carl, even though it's my last name. In school, people used to joke that my parents must've but my name backwards on my birth certificate."

Danny just furrowed his eyebrows, shook his head, and left the kitchen, along with Creepy Carl, behind him as he headed out the front door to school.

Between classes, he caught Sam and Tucker up on his new house guest.

"Great, because all you need is another ghost hunter living under your roof," Sam said sardonically.

"I know, right?" Danny agreed. "At least this one's only staying until Saturday, but he's already creeping me out. I feel like he's constantly watching me whenever we're both in a room together. It's weird."

"Do you think he noticed something about you?" Tucker asked. "I mean, you don't know anything about this guy. What if he's actually a better ghost hunter than your parents?"

"It's not hard to be," Sam scoffed.

Danny ignored her, choosing instead to answer Tucker's question. "I'm not sure, but... maybe? He was talking about something called the uncanny valley effect, which he explained as being able to recognize when something that looked human wasn't, I guess. Something like that, anyway. He was just explaining the name of his blog, but he might've meant it as a warning that he was onto me.

"If you ask me, he's the uncanny valley one, though."

—

Jack and Maddie had been excited to show their old friend around their (relatively) new lab, especially the Fenton Ghost Portal. Carl seemed suitably interested in all of it, and he listened as they caught him up on their lives since he'd parted ways with the couple, but the whole time he seemed a bit... distracted.

Back when they were fresh college graduates, Carl had been an eager note-taker, his pencil hardly stilling on the pad of yellow lined paper he always carried with him. But now, he was hardly taking any notes at all. Even when he was staring at the portal between this world and the next, he only scribbled down a few sentences before twirling his pencil idly between his fingers.

They asked him about what he'd been up to since they last saw him, and he told them, but he was remarkably brief. He mentioned that he'd gone solo for a bit before deciding to start a blog, and he'd been running that ever since, writing the occasional opinion piece for local newspaper to get some supplemental income.

He'd finished talking about himself in under a minute, and even when asked, he didn't seem keen to elaborate on any particular investigation of his over the last sixteen years. All he said was that they could read about it all on his blog.

That wasn't the end of his strange behavior, because the next thing he asked about was Danny.

Jack and Maddie were of course very eager to brag about their kids, especially Jazz, but when they started to do so, Carl said they were getting off track, and he was really curious about Danny.

He asked them how old Danny was, if he was at all reclusive, or short-tempered, if they'd ever noticed him acting particularly odd or cagey.

They answered of course, seeing no reason not to. Carl was their friend after all, and they trusted that he didn't have any bad intentions when it came to their son—and if he did, they wouldn't hesitate to beat his ass and hand him over to the police—but surely he didn't. They were still confused though. Especially because, since the conversation turned to Danny, Carl's pencil hadn't stopped moving even once.

"What's with all the questions about Danny?" Jack asked. "I thought you came here to investigate ghosts."

"Oh, no real reason," Carl replied with a casual shrug. "Just... a bit of a hunch. I won't bother you with it unless I happen to find proof." Then he asked, "Have you even noticed that the air feels colder around Danny, or that standing next to him gives you an uncomfortable buzzing sensation under your skin?"

It was a odd question... but even odder was that neither Jack nor Maddie were actually sure of the answer. They worked with ghosts all the time so of course they felt sensations like that, but... neither could remember if they'd felt them around Danny... nor could they say for sure that they hadn't.

As Carl continued his line of questioning, a feeling of disquiet settled in on top of their confusion. After a point, they asked if he might want to hear about some of the recent ghost incidents around town, rather than just spending all day talking about their fourteen-year-old son.

Carl looked at them in silence for a moment, his eyes narrowed as if he might challenge them and insist. But then his lips quirked up in a smile, and he agreed to the subject change without resistance.

It wouldn't be the last time he asked about Danny that week though. He would stop, when asked, but by and by, the topic of Danny would always come up again, and when they told him about Danny's accident with the Fenton Portal a few months before, he seemed particularly intrigued.

—

It had been three days since Creepy Carl took up residence in the Fenton guest room, and Danny could confidently say that he hated the guy. He'd suspected as much from day one, but now that it was Wednesday, Danny had confidently confirmed that Creepy Carl almost never looked away from Danny when the two of them were in the same room, and it was seriously freaking Danny out.

At home, Danny was spending almost all his time in his bedroom to avoid running into the guy. Unfortunately, his bedroom shared a wall with the guest room, and just knowing the guy was right on the other side of the wall was causing Danny to lose sleep.

Still, Creepy Carl never did anything more than just watch him. At least, not until very late Friday night, or very early Saturday morning. Danny never did know which was more correct. His discomfort proved to be well founded when, around one in the morning that night, he awoke to a bright light being shined on his face.

Danny put a hand up to block the light and sat up to see what was causing it.

He wasn't sure if she should be surprised or not when he made out the silhouette of Anderson Carl shining a flashlight directly at his face. Danny was pretty sure his bedroom door had been locked. Ever since Carl started staying the room next door, Danny had been making sure to lock it. Obviously that had been a futile endeavor.

"What the hell, Carl?" Danny groaned. "Just... just what the hell?"

"What are you?" Creepy Carl asked creepily.

"What do you mean what am I? I'm a freshman."

"A freshman without a shadow?"

"What?"

"Look behind you?"

Danny was hesitant to take his eyes off the creep in front of him, but curiosity got the better of him and he turned.

On the wall behind him was a circle of light from Carl's flashlight. For a moment, Danny didn't register what he was supposed to be seeing, then as the tiredness in his brain started to lift slightly, he realized. He was supposed to be seeing his shadow behind him.

It wasn't there.

He snapped his head back around to look at Carl, and jumped with a start when he realized that the man had taken several steps closer to Danny's bed when he wasn't looking, in absolute silence, and without any movement of the flashlight in his hand. He was now knelt next to the bed, scrutinizing Danny with wide eyes.

"What are you?" Carl repeated.

He was close enough now that Danny could feel the warmth of his breath and lurched backwards in vague disgust and alarm.

"Uncanny Valley, right?" Danny said. "You would know better than I would. What are you?"

Danny had thought that Carl wasn't moving, but then he suddenly froze, and Danny realized the still he'd been a moment ago had been jittery and trembling, but the still he was no was statuesque and cold. He said nothing, and narrowed his eyes like he wasn't sure if he should, or if he should keep holding his cards close to his chest.

"I'll be honest, I never actually noticed I didn't cast a shadow until you pointed it out," Danny admitted. "But I've noticed plenty of uncanny valley around you."

"Like what?" Carl asked, though his tone didn't carry any doubt, just curiosity.

"Like... your smile is wrong. You teeth are too straight, and too white. Kinda like a TV news anchor, except I'm pretty sure there are too many of them." Danny saw Carl run his tongue over his teeth like he was counting them. Then he added, "And also, your lips are all cracked and gross, which isn't uncanny valley, but it is weird that you'd take such good care of your teeth and not even bother with some lip balm."

"Is that all?"

"Your eyes are weird, too," Danny continued. "Nobody's eyes are that color, and even if they were, they wouldn't spark like yours do, just tiny flashes of light. Human eyes don't do that. And your skin is too thin, I think, because your veins and stuff are all weirdly visible, even though you're not that pale."

Carl nodded slowly.

"And... how many teeth are people supposed to have?" he asked.

"I dunno," Danny said with a shrug. "I think, like, thirty, thirty-two, somewhere around there."

"Thanks for the tip," Carl said. "Your eyes flash, too, you know. Bright green. When your emotions are running high."

"Yeah, I know. I've been working on that."

"You're really not going to tell me, are you?" Carl stood, evidently resigned to not getting an answer. "I know you're not a human, and I know you're no ordinary ghost. You sure you won't even give me a hint?"

Danny gave him a derisive snort. "Will you?"

"No, I suppose not." Carl smiled then, and though it was dark, Danny could almost swear the number of teeth in his mouth had changed. "I guess we'll both just have to suffer in disappointment. Goodnight, Danny."

With that, he turned around and walked out of the room, not waiting for an answer.

Danny got up and went to check his door, to see if Carl had broken the lock to get in or something.

Not only was it not broken, it was still locked. Danny had seen the door open and close. He'd heard the doorknob twist. But it had somehow remained locked the whole time.

"Goodnight, Creepy Carl," Danny whispered.

He went back to bed, but didn't get a wink of sleep.

Creepy Carl left the following afternoon, much to Danny's relief.

He hoped that he would never have to see the man again, but somehow, he had a feeling he would. Someday, somewhere... when he least expected it.

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[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #13 Mirror

Imagine dis…

It is always Danny being sent to the DC dimension to be loved or it is because "Everything's the way it's supposed to be." As Clockwork quoted. But what if we reverse the roles

The Batfam was transported to the Phantom Universe.

…

It was a normal nightly patrol for the Bats namely Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin. Until it wasn’t, the very reason why Batman hated unknown meta in his territory things could go off the rail just by a wild factor.

They were rounding up the goons when they encountered from the body language, a new goon he was shaking and was very afraid at the fact that the entire Bat clan had just surrounded him just because he was the last person who had been hiding behind a dumpster.

Maybe it was because of fear when he suddenly threw his hand in their direction and then suddenly a bright light blinded momentarily the entire Bat Clan.

…

They didn’t expect to wake up in a middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere. They tried contacting Oracle but they could not even receive a signal which should have been a telling sign seeing that signals on their devices should have reached them in any part of the world to outer space.

Nor they didn’t expect a can rolling towards them and quickly releasing some green smoke, they could not even react quickly enough as they inhaled some of the smoke and immediately passed out with only the color ginger and black as the last things they saw before passing out.

…

Waking up disorientated as well as remembering the last thing that had just happened immediately sprung Batman awake, looking around he concluded that he is in some sort of a laboratory if any of those weird gadgets mounted on the wall mean anything. He felt that his cowl is still in place as well as his son’s sons in Jason’s case his helmet seeing that their identities were still not compromised.

Trying to move as well as futile, seeing that he has his hands, feet, legs, chest, and torso bound tightly in some metal. Looking sideways he could also see his other children tied alongside him, he also noticed a table has all of their weapons ranging from Jason’s guns, Nightwing’s batons, Red Robin’s bo staff as well Damian’s katana. Alongside his utility belt as well as countless amount of battarangs and other gadgets leaving them pretty defenses.

Slowly each of Batman’s sons woke up either groaning awake, each trying to remove the bindings that surround their entire body aside from their face. Suddenly they heard the door in front of them open up, the stranger looked at them with a hint of surprise that quickly disappeared seeing that they were awake, as he walked in, they are quite surprised at the large stature of the stranger. Wearing a black t-shirt as well black pants, black hair that is tied in a low ponytail with a goatee, blue eyes that is accompanied by light-dark eyebags below as well a light goatee.

Smirking at them as if he had them where he had wanted them while carrying a double-bladed beam sword that glows eerily Lazarus green.

…

Danny Fenton is living his life, his parents had accepted him as Phantom, and Dan is deemed behaved enough to join them in the living, Dani stayed with them as a part of the family seeing that his parents produced adoption papers seemingly out of nowhere the moment Danny explained Dani’s existence to them. Vlad turned into a new leaf now trying to spoil each child including Jasmine despite herself in college, forging documents for both Dan and Dani so that they have proper identity and identification in the living world. His former rouge gallery as well as the people of Amity has now a treaty as his rogues can now come and go through neither portal to the living world to fulfill their obsessions as long, they don’t commit collateral damage as well hypnotizing and harming the living.  Driving the GIW agents out of their town as well as removing the stupid law about the ghosts after seeing that Phantom had saved Earth from a giant meteor that according to scientists could wipe out the entire human civilization.

Becoming King of the Infinite Realms was something he didn’t plan, his parents marched towards the chambers of the Observants to tell them off and that they have to wait till Danny finishes his human life before starting to be a ghost, King.

Now Danny sports a pair of heavy eyebags under his eyes seeing that he is slowly fixing the Realms due to the damage as well the negligence of the Pariah Dark.  He feels that every time he completes a stack of paperwork ten more appeared in the never-ending stack of paperwork.

Moving to Vlad’s mansion to accommodate the large family as well to provide accompany to Vlad seeing that he needed some sort of human interaction as his cat doesn’t count enough interaction to be considered healthy, despite the Fenton couple's eccentric behavior but for a moment Danny saw the college versions of Maddie, Jack and Vlad where times were simple and they were happy and content.

It has been a few months since they moved in with Vlad their family dynamic is best describe as chaotic.

Dan teases Danny that he is a replacement because he replaced his old, original, and entire timeline to replace Danny’s which Danny just flipped him off. Dani being the gremlin child she is, sees that she had traveled the entire world as well as learned different fighting styles to either a. help Danny or b. put her entire family on edge seeing that sometimes she would throw a dagger towards one of them when she got annoyed. Jazz the ever-peaceful one tries to defuse and fight between the three but the moment she joins in the three immediately quiet down and stop her from committing a felony or two. Danny who became an insomniac just to keep up with the demand of paperwork, refuses to let the pile grow and greet him the moment he steps into his afterlife. Vlad became the targeted uncle and despite him turning into a new leaf he still has that fixation and obsession with Danny to turn him into his heir.

…

A few hours before the Bat-family appears in the Phantom verse

It was yet another daily day of fighting while the supposed adults are watching the three children fighting and wrestling on the ground with a bucket of popcorn at hand while the eldest daughter looks like she is done with whatever craziness her siblings put her in. The matriarch of the Fenton family put her foot down and dragged each of them for a short family trip, since the surrounding environment is just a lush’s grove of trees a quick walk around the forest could clear each other’s minds.

As they were walking at the trail that only the locals of Amity Park can decipher, Jazz kept looking at her brother’s hand, a large cup of pure black coffee that contains a past the legal amount of espresso shots that was mixed with red bull cannot be healthy whether it is human biology or ghost biology.

As Dan was about to tease Dani about her shortness when they suddenly saw a bright light in the direction of the deeper part of the forest. Quickly and quietly the two eldest hides amongst the foliage while the adults stayed back to protect the younger ones, much to the protests of the said kids.

Using Dan’s ability to stay intangible as well as his invisibility both saw the supposed source of the bright light or cause are unconscious, a man dressed in a bat fur suit, not that they were judging. Four more were dressed in some sort of spandex or costume seeing each of them have something different on.

As they slowly woke up Dan has already told Jazz that there was something weird and unnatural about the people in front of them. Jazz asked if his ghost sense is telling him something, Dan agreed that his sense is telling him something but the fact it wasn’t about ghosts made him on the edge, especially to the man who wore a bright red helmet.

Both of them are willing to ignore and even help the strangers but the moment they set off Dan’s senses, now they can’t let them go. Throwing a can packed with sleeping gas can knock both humans and ghosts effectively. After releasing the said gas both Jazz and Dan slowly crept up to make sure that their unexpected guests are fully unconscious before telling the rest of them what they have just discovered.

Stripping down their weapons as well as locking them up using the metal that is powered by ectoplasm making it hard for both humans and ghosts alike to escape.

Danny began researching the guests they have while the rest tried to watch over them as the Fenton couple as well Vlad arm themselves including the house in case they would try to escape as well to harm them.

…

Dan came through the doors when he saw the furry brigade now wide awake, now it is quite surprising seeing that they were supposed to be knocked out by a few more hours but shrugging off seeing that people tend to have immunity to certain drugs if administered frequently.

As Dan is sitting in a corner watching the chattering between their prisoners, he can’t help but notice a faint feeling of recognition in each of them. Especially on the man who wore a leather jacket as well the big red helmet.

Dani suddenly entered the premise making Dan release a high eyebrow at her as of telling Dani why on earth she was there. Dani didn’t acknowledge Dan’s invisible question and began skipping to the bound guests and began threatening the largest one (Batman) that if he ever dares to move with the intent to harm, she will not hesitate to swing the Fenton creep stick at him. Of course, that set off a reaction from the youngest one (Damian) which resulted in Maddie sticking her head in and beginning to bite back a threat on Do not talk to my daughter that way, the dominos effect as each member from both sides butted in to defend and verbally fight whoever threatened their loved one. Now each Fenton member has a Bat clan member that they were focused on as they try to outwit the other.

Danny enters the scene with a fresh new cup of coffee in his hand watching the scene with an amused huff and letting out one of the Fenton alarms that created the loudest and most annoying sound there is. Now each individual quieted down and looked at Danny questioningly, Danny mentioned that he wasn’t paid enough to meditate a verbal match between the two and told Dan that he can release them and turned his head to the bounded Bats and told them to cooperate.

Red Hood didn’t like the new guy's attitude and barked out why they would need to cooperate with the people that held them.

Danny blinked slowly and as it, he just come to a realization and told them what he just found out to his audience.

The bound Bats came to their dimension that contains a far different version of their alternatives selves. Danny is willing to get a DNA test between the two sides but he is pretty sure that the one who wore the red cowl on his head between Red Hood and Robin is his alternative self. He also said that each should take a closer look at each other to find which self is their alternative self.

Batman looked intently at Jack and saw that Jack may be broader than him but didn’t deter the fact that he looked almost like him without his cowl. Nightwing asked why on earth his alternate self is a woman which Jazz took offense and Red Hood snarked that maybe it is the world’s way to play his karma seeing that Dick kept dating redheads. Red Robin looked longingly at the coffee at his alternate’s other self and nodded at his lifestyle of having coffee as the only thing that makes him live. Damian is still skeptical at the supposed newcomer’s answer but one look at his supposed other self is sufficient enough to be his alternate self.

As they were releasing the Bats Vlad came through the door and asked Dan if he wanted some lemon juice while he guards.

Now take note they are still wary of their supposed alternate selves but when they saw Ra, they think a version of him, wearing a pink apron that says “Hey BOO” that has a mini-ghosts designs all over the apron. Never in their entire life they will see Ra wear something so mundane and act warm and homey to their alternate selves.

….

Now it seems each Fenton forgot to tell them the reason why they not only have mountains of weapons in arms but also the fact that they have an abundance of ectoplasm that resembles Lazarus' water.

Cue Misunderstandings and Shenanigans

…

 PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

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[satureja13]

Vlad is back from Goldshire in the Therapy Game. He waited a bit before logging out, but he's still so upset about NPC Leander. Tiny Can looks at least a bit ashamed for what he did to him. They are going to have a talk about this later. And the way he finds Kiyoshi and Jeb doesn't make it any better. They haven't changed clothes for days (means they didn't shower either) and it does not look like they've even eaten. Even though the store is full of food!

And the Bond is killing him! He checked the clock. No - as expected he'd only been away for a few hours in this time zone so there's no reason it should act up. But the Bond had been with him in ingame time for over 24 hours and it demands to be charged. Asap. At least Kiyoshi is still awake and had kept an eye on him while he was playtesting -.-

Vlad sighed from the depths of his soul. He's going to take care of Kiyoshi and Jeb first - even though the Bond is raging and wants to Ji Ho. To touch him. To hold him. To... ENOUGH ALREADY!

Vlad woke Jeb and went to the vending machine to grab them some food.

Vlad: "Boys. After I put you two to bed I'll head over to the Beach House to charge the Bond. And then I'll have to talk to Saiwa..." Jeb winced and Kiyoshi looked guilty. "...about the game. I'll send Ji Ho over to watch over you... Seems everyone here is in need of this therapy - except for me..."

After 'dinner', Vlad shooed them into the bathrom.

...

And then he tucked them in Jeb's bed. Because that's apparently where Kiyoshi sleeps now. They can't go on like this, that's for sure. He'll talk to Saiwa. Kiyoshi and Jeb should try the Therapy Game too. Maybe even before they send Saiwa - or Jack back. Or Ji Ho.

And then Vlad left. That was about time! The Bond is burning his insides down!

It started to rain. Ji Ho suffers too. Of course he does. And Diablo cantered faster.

'Somebody bring me some water Can't you see it's out of control? Baby's got my heart and my baby's got my mind But tonight the sweet devil, the sweet devil's got my soul

Will this aching pass? Will this night be through? I wanna hear the breaking glass I only feel the steel of the red hot truth'

Melissa Etheridge - Bring me some Water TMI: Melissa Etheridge came out publicly as a lesbian in January 1993 during the Triangle Ball, an LGBTQ+ event.

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

#therapy game #underwater love #The Crappy Home #the game #kiyoshi ito #sims 4 for rent #vlad tepesz #tiny can #jeb harris #sims 4 vanilla #vladimir tepesz #show us your sims #tomarang #sims #sims 4 story #simlit #simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #tellusyourstories #showusyourstories

[fang-and-feather]

Nostra Unica Famiglia

Ikemen Vampire - Leonardo & Pureblood! Reader

(background Charles x Reader)

Written for Fluffbruary from @fluffbruary Day 13 Prompt: Choice and the Shapes of Love Creation Challenge by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes Prompt: Storge (Familial Love)

Words: 687

Summary: You thought Leonardo would be mad about your relationship with Charles, but when you finally talks to him, you're in for a surprise

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You found Leonardo smoking on the balcony. Nothing new, but this time you felt apprehensive of approaching.

The Christmas party went well. Or so you thought. But now that the party is over and Charles has gone home, you feel like all the masks will come off, and you are afraid of what lies underneath. You still brace yourself and call out.

“Uncle?”

“Ciao cara. Why are you still awake?”

“I drank a little too much to sleep.” Not a lie. You did drink a little more than you’d ever had. You weren’t drunk, but still a little buzzed.

“It doesn't seem like it did you any good, Piccolina. You don’t look too cheerful.”

“I’m not that little!” You never could help complaining when he treated you as a child.

But this time, your answer did not lead to the usual banter. Instead, he turns to you with a smile that looks strangely sad, puts out his cigarillo, and ruffles your hair gently.

“I know. You have never been. Not even when I met you. But you are young, and I know how the famiglia is. Rebellion can be tempting, but it can lead to hastily made, poor decisions you might regret later.”

“Is this about Charles?” You knew he would talk about it, but any preparation you had made beforehand seemed to escape your mind when you finally needed it.

Leonardo turns back to look at the starry sky, and you walk to stand beside him, doing the same.

“You’re old enough to make your own choices, and I don’t doubt you when you say he is a good person. But the others he’s with mean trouble, and he chose to follow them. He chose his own path, and I’m afraid you’ll end up caught in it."

He was right. Vlad is a weird pureblood, who wasn’t too satisfied with your relationship with Charles either. Comte had promised to tell you about his relationship with Vlad later, but had said they were friends who had a fallout because of Vlad’s ideals.

But you also had a good feeling about the interactions you had with them while trying to build this relationship with Charles.

Not an easy or short task. You had a lot of time.

You were about to tell him that, when he started to speak again, turning to smile at you.

“But I saw you today, and this relationship sure seems real. You are young, but I trust your judgment. Just be careful, and know you can come to me if anything happens, okay?”

You were not expecting such support. Such trust. Your relationship as a family barely had a year, either. It had been fine, but you often had this impression Leonardo saw you as a little child. How long had you longed for a little of that love? How lucky you were to end up in this time and place, as strange of a coincidence as it was? Fighting back tears, you hug Leonardo.

“Thank you for trusting me, uncle. You are the only famiglia I currently have, of course you are the one I will turn to if I turn out to be wrong. But I am confident in my choice.”

Hands on your shoulders, Leonardo gently puts some distance between you.

“I know. You sure don’t need it, but you have my blessing.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “And I hope whatever choices you make from now on will make you happy. Not make you regret it.”

You only hug him back. You know it’s hard for him to say that, but he chose to trust and believe you, like no one in your family ever did. And you know it’s because supporting you is important for him too, who never had a true family either. He chose to be that family to you. It wasn’t just a coincidence that you met; it was fate. Who said destined bonds were only for romantic partners?

That doesn't mean your boyfriend will escape without a talking to, not only from your uncle, but it's already more support than you expected.

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Hi! For the ask game, can i have any of the dc ou dcxdp please? 🌺

I will get to both but just for now DC x DP bc it is late and I don't have a lot of time. Sorry loves!

We can start off with DC X DP

The Cryptid of Gotham Academy!

A personal fav of mine. (Though I love all my ideas) I will give you the og idea I had written and then a little excerpt from what I do have done.

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After his family passed away Vlad had taken custody of Danny. Danny transferred to Gotham Academy and he becomes kinda like the 'cryptid' of the school. No one can seem to find him when they want to. He says the craziest things at times which later come true. ice cold to the touch and eyes that glow. He shows no fear of the Ice prince of Gotham. When people do catch a glimpse of him he is either always sleeping or hiding. , He has slept through villain attacks. Word is that his uncle is just as creepy as Danny. Damian is convinced that if Danny isn't already working with the Rogues of Gotham, he will become the next Rogue himself. So he takes it upon himself to investigate Danny Fenton. He didn't expect to get a new brother out of it. Although with Bruce's track record maybe he should have.

A little snippet as a treat.

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When the dust had finally settled, and Batman had taken Two-face off to the police, most of the school crawled out of their hiding spots. Parents and staff slowly one by one came to collect their children. Many of the elite of Gotham sent others out to collect their kids. Not all of them, however. Vlad came out of the woodwork. Damian didn't know Masters had a child. Let alone that they were attending the same school. Although Masters had been in the game a long while he was new to Gotham. He had yet to meet the man. The teacher must have also noticed him because seconds after he showed, the teacher called out.

"Has anyone seen Daniel?" Murmurs broke out amongst the class. No one had seen the boy since second period by the sound of it.

"He's over here!" A student called out, and sure enough in the cabinet sat an unconscious Danny.

"Is he alive?!" Someone called out,

From where he stood in the room he could still hear Masters sigh. Vlad just stepped forward cutting through the students and teachers surrounding Danny. When he reached the boy he crouched down and shook the boy awake. "Come on Danny. It's time to leave."

"It's not 3 yet." The effects of sleep lingered in his voice.

"There was an attack, we are leaving early. "

With a nod, Danny shimmered out of the cabinet and left with Vlad. The second he left, there was an outburst.

"HE SLEPT THROUGH AN ATTACK?"

"Is he fucking crazy?"

"He did WHAT?"

Damian could agree with the sentiments of his classmates ( he would rather die than say that out loud) what concerned him the most was that he didn't know Danny was there. Perhaps it was time he looked into Gotham Academy's newest student.

Note: Not edited or polished much, it's a WIP for a reason!

#danny phantom #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #damian wayne #danny is a cryptid #everyone fears him #batman #batfam #Vlad is here too I guess #wip challenge #The Cryptid of Gotham Academy! #Gotham Academy student Danny

[onegianthotmess]

When It’s Charles’s Birthday…

feat. Charles, Amelia, and Vlad

Charles: What’s the box for?

Amelia: *holding box out towards him* It’s for you! It’s your birthday present!

Charles: Oh! You shouldn’t have!

Amelia: I insist. *gently pushes box into Charles’s hands* Now take it before I politely smack you for saying you don’t deserve a present on your birthday.

Charles: *takes box* O-Okay!

Charles: Wait, why is there a handle on it?

Amelia: Wind it up a bit and open the lid!

Charles: *winds handle and opens lid*

Music Box: *plays soft tune*

Amelia: Do you like it? I thought since you have trouble sleeping most nights, you could play it to help you sleep or listen to it while you stay awake during the night. Don’t wind it up too much at once, though, or you could break it.

Charles: I love it! The melody is like that lullaby I’ve been hearing children sing in the park a lot lately. Thank you so much! But I don’t know how to repay you.

Amelia: Repay me by using it and enjoying it! Leonardo owed me a favor and he was in need of a new project to keep him occupied for a day or two, and I paid him for it through food even though he refused, so it wasn’t any trouble at all.

Charles: *hugs Amelia* I’m so happy you’re my friend! You’re probably the nicest friend I have!

Vlad: *appears from the void* I thought I was the nicest friend you have?

Amelia: *nicely pushes Charles away* You’re quite literally a pure hearted tyrant, you old man.

Vlad: You’re sharp-tongued today, even when I’m nice enough to give you flowers for free.

Amelia: *pulls out a bag of strawberries and dangles them in front of Vlad like a dog waiting for a treat*

Amelia: Oh? So you don’t want these? Because I’ll eat them!

Vlad: *takes bag* NO! I’ll take them! What flowers would you like today?

Amelia: Resurrection lilies, please.

Vlad: *pulls bouquet from the void and hands it to Amelia*

Vlad: *disappears back into the void to eat his strawberries*

Amelia: Thank you! *takes a lily from the bouquet and puts it in Charles’s hair*

Amelia: That’ll have to do for now since I can’t stay long enough to make flower crowns with you. Next time I can stay, though!

Charles: Thank you, Amelia! You’re so sweet!

Amelia: Aww, you’re welcome! And happy birthday!

#poor boy needs some music to help him sleep #also he just looks like he has a collection of music boxes that he just keeps and plays to me- #ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES!!! #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire charles #ikevamp charles

[chrysochroma]

Neon green and scarlet red

@febuwhump 2024: Day 14: blood stained tiles

@badthingshappenbingo : self-loathing (card is at the end)

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 857

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Warnings: Dissection/vivisection/surgery, self loathing, bad parenting, blood

- not phantom planet compliant

- for clarification, his heart doesn’t beat in ghost mode (he doesn’t breathe either)

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Danny’s eyes flickered open, and he was met with the sight of familiar ceiling tiles. He was in the Fenton Works lab, in the basement of his house, for some reason. He wasn’t quite sure how he got there, but he decided that figuring that out could wait.

He moved to sit up, then immediately realized that he couldn’t. Thick metal straps crossed over his collarbones and thighs, and around his wrists and ankles, strapping him down to what he now realized was an operating table. A twinge of fear sparked in Danny’s heart, but he managed to supress it long enough to evaluate the situation he found himself in. Somehow, someone had kidnapped him and broken into his parent’s basement, then left him here. As far as he could tell, there was no one else in the lab with him, and he wasn’t sure where his presumed kidnapper had gone. Who would do this, though? This wasn’t something that any of the usual ghosts would do. Another possibility crossed his mind, but he dismissed it just as fast. It could be Vlad, Danny supposed. Or someone new.

“Hey, anyone there?” He called out.

“Lovely, you’re awake.” The response came from some corner that was too far away for Danny to see, but their voice dug a pit in Danny’s heart.

“Who are you?” He demanded.

“You should know who I am, Phantom.”

“No, I don’t.” At leat that’s what Danny was trying to tell himself.

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway,” Maddie Fenton said as she stepped into view.

Danny said nothing as he tried to keep his mind from spiraling further into fear.

Maddie continued. “There won’t be much left of you in a bit.”

“No, wait, hey-“

There was a click of some kind of recoding device. “10:59 PM. The Phantom has just woken up. I will begin dissection shortly.”

Danny’s heart beat once, then stopped again. “Hey, first of all, it’s vivisection, because I’m alive.”

“No you’re not. There are no signs of life anywhere on you. Your heart doesn’t beat, your lungs don’t breathe. The only evidence that you’re telling the truth is your brain activity. Other than that, you might as well be a corpse.”

“Yeah, alright.” Danny clenched his fists, then braced himself.

Nothing happened.

Maddie smiled. “Subject has appempted to turn intangible, but couldn’t, due to our patent-pending GhostTrap technology.”

Danny was there when his parents were testing out designs for it. He remembered coming up with a few, himself. He knew that trying to break out of them was pointless. So, he fell back on plan B, although somewhat reluctantly.

Rings of glowing green light formed around Danny as as he slipped out of his ghostly form, the color returning to his skin and hair. “Mom, it’s me. Please, don’t-“

Maddie paused. “It appears that Phantom either has the ability to shapeshift, and is trying to bait me into letting him go, or he has actually been my son the whole time.”

“Yes! Mom, just let me go, it’s me, Danny!”

“Either way, the operation will proceed as planned.”

“What?”

The recorder clicked off. “If you aren’t my son, that changes nothing. If you are, it still changes nothing.” Maddie stepped closer, right next to the table, and looked down at Danny. “If you are, you should know how irresponsible you’ve been. The Phantom has causing chaos all over town for months now, when you knew that the right thing to do was turn yourself in. If you were really Danny, you would’ve made the correct choice and come to us, so we could’ve disposed of you earlier, before you could’ve harmed anyone.” The recorder clicked back on, and Maddie stepped back to the table holding an assortment of surgical equipment. “11:03 PM. Operation begins.”

Danny heard the sound of latex gloves snapping around her wrists, then scraping metal as she picked a scalpel off the tray. She walked back to the table, then positioned it over Danny’s chest, ignoring his shouts of protest.

The blade ripped through Danny’s flesh like it did his mind, screaming at the absence of anesthesia. A few seconds into the cut, Danny flickered back into a ghost, in some effort of defense. His blood flashed into neon green, lighting up the room. Maddie ignored it and carefully cut more and more of his skin away, exposing his abdominal cavity to the open air.

All the while, Danny was screaming at himself. Maybe his mom was right. He had hurt a lot of people as the Phantom. And if he hadn’t messed with the portal, it never would’ve broken, and there wouldn’t have been ghosts coming through. There wouldn’t need to be a Phantom. Heck, they had Valerie now. And those stupid Masters’ Blasters, however reluctantly Danny liked to admit it. Amity Park didn’t need him.

His blood glitched between neon green and scarlet red as it dripped onto the tile below, forming a puddle.

“Operation complete.” The recorder clicked off, and the door to the basement swung shut, leaving Danny in complete darkness, except for the light from his blood.

#writing #creative writing #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 14 #bad things happen bingo #prompt: self-loathing #fandom: danny phantom #danny phantom #dissection #horror #blood stained tiles

[bleedingectoplasm]

At night, Jazz can feel the nanobots in her veins.

During the day, the sensation is almost bearable. She wears headphones and wool sweaters all the time now. Mom scolds her for being inattentive and Danny makes a face when he touches her scratchy clothes, but the prickly fabric and loud music dull her senses to keep her sane. While the sun sits above the horizon, Jazz can use psychology buzzwords to logic away the crawling beneath her skin, telling herself that it's merely psychosomatic or a trauma response or maybe even a low level hallucination, that certainly she can't actually be aware of microscopic movements in her bloodstream.

But when Jazz lies awake at night, waiting for sleep that will never come, her insides itch. Her veins feel too tight, as if there is not enough room to fit both her blood cells and machinery. Sometimes she wonders if slashing her wrists would relieve the pressure. She fantasizes about it, turning the idea over until she can almost picture it, finding perverse pleasure in the mental image of her blood splashed on the bathroom floor. Fear is the only thing stopping her from pressing a sharp blade against the soft skin of her inner wrists. She's too afraid of what she'd find, terrified that the contents of her her veins may be more metal than blood.

On her worst nights, Jazz can hear them. She can hear the tiny machines buzzing inside her body, hear their jointed steel limbs scraping against the walls of her blood vessels. She wonders how many capillaries they have crushed during their travels, how many of her cells have been killed and replaced with computers.

Worst of all, she doesn't even know if any of it is real. Is it real? Does it matter? It feels real, the tugging and buzzing and pinching of invaders under her skin.

Jazz's body no longer feels like it's her own. Her organs are on loan, biding their time until Vlad recalls her anatomy into his service. Her skeleton and muscular structure are merely supports for the robots that have taken up residence in her cardiovascular system. There is no recourse. There is no cure. She can only lie awake and dread the day that her borrowed body is made into a weapon.

#jazz fenton #jasmine fenton #danny phantom #body horror #suicidal ideation #i have been thinking about secret weapons a lot lately if it wasnt obvious lol #i also love to make jazz suffer so i couldnt resist #ecto writes #ask to tag

[canofspooks]

DannyMay Day 6 (Eclipse)

Summary: When a ghost possesses a human, it’s called overshadowing. What happens when a ghost possesses another ghost?

Danny dodged another ray of ghostly energy, ignoring the stinging in his right side.

“Any luck?” he called to Tucker before shooting off a couple of his own energy blasts.

“Nothing’s working so far. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think Technus actually patched the vulnerabilities in his suit.”

Danny cursed under his breath. Without Tucker being able to take over the suit, he’d have to get creative with this fight.

Wait.

Why did he need Tucker to take over the suit? He was a ghost! Taking over inanimate objects was like the most cliched thing he could do.

“Got room for one more?” he quipped, and launched himself at the suit. He closed his eyes and pushed himself into the suit, intangibility sweeping over him like a cold wave. Once inside, he felt around with his core, looking for an anchor, a spark - something to take over so he could make Technus smack himself. Danny grabbed at the first sign of pulsating energy and then -

Then he woke up in a very familiar lab.

He was floating in a tank filled with some kind of liquid, a mask around his face that allowed him to breathe. The more he woke up, the more he realized that he wasn’t the only one in the room. To his left, Technus was in a very similar situation. The robotic suit laid on the ground next to a nearly identical tube where the ghost was floating, still unconscious.

In the room were a handful of familiar faces - Skulker, the Lunch Lady, the Box Ghost, and… Vlad Masters. Almost as soon as he noticed them, the group noticed him as well.

“Ah, Daniel, good to see you’re awake.” Vlad’s smile in his ghost form never failed to look ghoulish, but this one in particular sent a shiver down his spine. He was glad. Genuinely, actually glad. Which meant nothing good for Danny.

“What did you do?” Danny wanted to bang on the glass, but his limbs wouldn’t move. Everything that touched the liquid was seemingly paralyzed, leaving him with nothing but his face to show how much he wanted to wipe the smile off the older halfa’s face.

Vlad stopped right in front of the tube, beckoning for the other ghosts to come closer.

“It’s not what I did, Daniel. It’s what you did. You’re lucky these fine individuals found you when they did, otherwise you and Technus wouldn’t be here now.”

“What even happened? All I did was try to control his suit.”

“Yes, your friends told us as much. Instead of targeting the suit, it appears you targeted Technus’ core instead. If you were any stronger, or if he was any weaker, you would’ve eclipsed him entirely-”

“- Which is why we should kill the boy. Eliminate the threat before he grows any stronger,” Skulker interrupted with a cock of his gun.

The other two ghosts murmured their agreement, readying their weapons towards Danny. Vlad stepped between the two parties, raising his hands towards the battle-hungry ghosts.

“Now, now. Let’s not make any rash decisions. I’ll keep the boy under my care so that he doesn’t cause any further incidents, there’s no need for senseless violence.”

“What?!” Danny struggled against the paralyzing liquid with a fresh sense of urgency. If he tried hard enough, he could get his arm to wiggle sluggishly in the fluid. Not exactly the urgent thrashing he was hoping for, but better than nothing.

Skulker puffed out his chest and stepped closer to Vlad. “Fine. If Technus is not healed by tomorrow, or if the boy so much as breathes in the wrong direction, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get another chance to eclipse one of our own.”

The group of ghosts left, leaving Danny, Vlad, and the unconscious Technus in silence. Danny could hear Vlad suck in a sharp breath before he turned around to face him. With a flash of light, Vlad left his ghost form. The man looked much more tired when he wasn’t sporting blue skin and long fangs.

“You have no idea how hard it was to convince them not to kill you on-sight,” Vlad groaned. He went over to a control panel in the wall and fiddled with it. The liquid in Danny’s tank began to drain slowly.

“I’m not having you babysit me!”

“Well you’re going to have to at least pretend I am, otherwise we’ll both be in deep trouble. Do you even understand the severity of your actions?”

The liquid had finally freed Danny’s arms enough that he could start trying to tear the mask off his face. The unfiltered air was thick with chemicals that made his throat burn, and he couldn’t wait to go outside.

“No, actually. Funny enough, I never got a manual when I got ghost powers, and nobody bothers telling me any of this stuff unless they’re trying to kill me.”

Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose. “To simplify it for your adolescent mind: while ghosts cannot overshadow other ghosts, halfas can. Due to the fragility of their forms, a ghost’s soul is eclipsed - destroyed in the process. As far as our trigger-happy friend is concerned, this is the most painful thing a ghost can experience, so it’s fortunate that you were unsuccessful.”

#dannymay2023 #danny phantom #spooks reign of terror #i had a lot of trouble with this one mostly bc i did not remember if there were any instances of ghosts possessing other ghosts in canon #if there is then shhhh we're ignoring that for now #also bringing back my mentor!vlad bullshit because i forgot how much i liked it

[q-gorgeous]

coup de foudre chapter 12

fanfiction

ao3

wooo finallyyyy a year laterrrrr well technically less but

Danny woke up groggily. His head felt really heavy.

The first thing that came to him was two soft sets of beeping. He furrowed his brows, struggling to pull his eyes open. The first thing he saw was the white ceiling above him and his heart rate spiked, the beeping getting faster. He almost thought he was still in the GIW compound but then he heard a rustle to his right and when he turned his heavy head tears sprung to his eyes.

Sitting just a few feet away in another hospital bed was Dash. He was shifting and turning under his covers before he let out a groan.

“Dash?” Danny croaked. His throat was dry and it hurt to push the name out. 

Dash finally pried his eyes open and turned his head, his eyes meeting Danny’s.

“Danny? What happened?” he asked, looking around the hospital room. “How did we get here? What happened to the GIW?”

Danny shrugged. “The FBI stormed the compound but I don’t know what happened after that. Agent O zapped me with some kind of ecto taser. I passed out after that.”

“I was already passed out before the FBI could even get me out of my room.” Dash said, rubbing his head. “Their last experiment took everything out of me.”

Danny frowned. “I’m sorry for getting you caught up in this. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t even be here right now.”

Dash shook his head and grabbed for Danny’s hand across the space between their beds. Danny held his hand out and Dash took it. “I got myself into this. This was no one’s fault besides the GIW.”

“But–” Danny started but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

A woman in a doctor’s coat walked into their room with a clipboard in her hand. “Hello there, boys. I’m glad to see you awake. I’m Doctor Victoria Cavanaugh and I’m the one who’s been overseeing your care since you were brought in.”

“What happened?” Dash asked. 

“This young man’s friends and family started rallying once they found out where you two went. With the help of the mayor they were able to get the help of the police and FBI to get you two home and finally shut down that terrible government organization.”

“The GIW was a government organization?” Danny asked, shocked. 

Dr. Cavanaugh nodded and turned back towards Dash. “You have suffered from severe ectoplasmic contamination. Right now it seems to be manifesting itself through intangibility and invisibility. We’re hoping this process can be reversed but there hasn’t been enough research on this subject for us to be sure.”

She turned toward Danny, turning to a new page on her clipboard. 

“Your ghost half has suffered from tears to its core. It’s already looking much more stable, but it’s why your ghost half wasn’t holding onto your human half.”

“My ghost half?” Danny asked apprehensively. “How much do you know?”

Dr. Cavanaugh chuckled. “You don’t have to worry. Vlad Masters called me here personally. We were friends as kids, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, sure, I have nothing to worry about but my doctor is friends with the fruit loop.” Danny muttered. 

She smiled at him. “I simply have the expertise needed and know how important it is to keep a secret.” A pink flame appeared, surrounding her finger, and Danny gaped at her.

“You’re a ghost?” He asked. 

She shook her head. “Half ghost, albeit of a different nature. I know how terrible the GIW are and what kind of propaganda they’ve spread. Your secret is safe with me.”

Danny was reeling with this new information. There were other half ghosts besides him, Vlad, and Dani? Different kinds of half ghosts? How?

Before he could ask any questions, Dr. Cavanaugh continued talking. 

“Now that you’re both awake, I’ll send your friends and family over to visit. They’ve been very worried about the two of you.”

She walked back toward the door, walking out and shutting it behind her. The room was silent for a few moments except for the constant beeping coming from their heart monitors. 

“Half ghost?” Dash asked, pulling on Danny’s hand. “Is that what you are?”

Danny nodded. “Yeah. Half dead half alive, somehow. I thought there were only three of us but apparently there’s more? Who knows how many.”

“How’d you become a half ghost?”

Danny squeezed his eyes shut. “I was supposed to die but for some reason I didn’t. I was in an accident with my parent’s ghost portal. We think it had something to do with the combination of electricity and ectoplasm.” 

“Oh man that sounds awful.”

“It was. That’s why I couldn’t tell them how it happened. I don’t even know why I survived. How do we know it wouldn’t just kill someone else entirely?”

“Who are the other two half ghosts?” Dash asked.

“Uh, one of them I shouldn’t tell you at my own discretion otherwise he might try to ruin my life even more, but the other one is actually my clone so she was just made like that.”

“You have a clone?” Dash's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

Danny chuckled. “Oh yeah, I’ve been through so much you wouldn’t even be able to imagine all the–”

Suddenly the door to their room was opening again. Danny’s family and friends rushed in and headed over to his bed. Dash squeezed his hand one more time before letting go. 

“Danny!” Sam and Tucker shouted as they threw themselves at him. He let out an oof sound and he could feel his ghost half puff out of him a little bit, but it didn’t lag nearly as much as it did in the GIW compound. 

“Haha, hey guys.” He patted them on the back. “How’s it been?”

Sam pulled back and gave him a look. “Awful. You’ve been missing for several days, Danny.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know I was there.”

Jazz walked up to him next. “Are you guys okay? The doctor told us what happened.”

Danny shrugged. “As okay as we can be. It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Yeah, at least what we got can probably be healed,” Dash piped up from the other bed. 

“I’m so glad you two are okay!” Maddie walked up to Danny and pulled him in a tight hug. She pulled back and looked at him. “I’m so sorry you couldn’t trust us with any of this. That you couldn’t come to us for help.”

“Uh, help with what?” Danny asked nervously.

“They know, Danny,” Jazz said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We told them so we could get their help getting you out.”

“Oh. And they’re okay with it?” Danny’s gaze traveled slowly from Jazz to his parents.

“Of course, Dannyboy,” Jack said, wrapping an arm around Maddie’s shoulders as he walked up to join them. “We’ll love you no matter what.”

Danny could hear a sniffle from Dash and he turned to look at him. “Your family is so nice and loving.” Dash said. “I regret ever calling them crazy.”

Maddie turned to face Dash and walked over to him. “Oh you poor sweetie. Where are your parents? Are they on vacation? We’ve been trying to get a hold of them along with the hospital and no one’s been picking up.”

“Ah, yeah. If they left a voicemail about what happened my dad could’ve just decided it wasn’t worth it. He’s probably just hanging out at home.”

Danny watched as a broken expression crossed over his mom’s face. She pulled Dash into a hug. “You are always welcome in our home if you need it, okay?”

Dash sniffed again and nodded. “Okay.”

Tucker nudged Danny and he turned to look at him. “So any new developments?” He nodded towards Dash.

Danny blushed. “No.”

“Developments for what?” Sam asked, butting in on the conversation.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Tucker sing-songed. “But I think the fact Danny and Dash were holding hands before we walked in was pretty telling.”

Sam turned her head towards Danny. “What? You and Dash were holding hands? Why?”

“This is why.” Sam turned her head back to Tucker to see him making a heart with his hands.

“Tucker!” Danny hissed. 

“Is this why Dash has been acting so weird lately?” Sam gasped. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird lately?”

Danny shoved both of them a little bit. “Leave me and my feelings alone. You’re just gonna try to talk me out of it, Sam.”

Sam looked mock offended. “Me? Talk you out of it? I would never.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and Tuck’s also a vegetarian.”

Tucker clutched his hands to his chest. “That hurts just to imagine it.”

Sam nudged Danny’s shoulder. “But in all seriousness, I won’t try to talk you out of it. I know I get really defensive and angry at the A-Listers, but as long as he’s serious about becoming a better person then it’s whatever.”

Danny smiled. “Thanks for coming around.”

She shrugged. “It’s better than being miserable and angry that you’re dating someone I don’t like. Trust me.”

They all shared a laugh together and started talking about mundane things like school and homework. Sam and Tucker also started teasing Dash. Danny relaxed back into his pillow. Eventually they’d have to talk about the heavy stuff, about what happened in there. About where they were going from here. But for now, he was content.

He looked over at Dash. His mom was still talking to him, asking about his home life and getting ever more adamant about him coming to stay at their house instead. Dash gaze flicked towards him and their eyes met. He smiled. Danny smiled back. 

He couldn’t wait for life to go back to normal.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #invisobang 2022 #danny fenton #dash baxter #swagger bishie #fanfiction #fanfic #phic #honestly idk what happens in this chapter cuz i wrote it like last year but i think those tags are good enough

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Guess what?

ANGST TIIIIME!

Type of ask: HC request

Relationship with characters: younger sibling

Fandom: BNHA

Scenario: You were rushing around the UA building, trying to get all the materials and equipment needed to th right person. As an assistant of Hatsune Mei it was pretty busy most days. Just as you were returning from another visit with one of the students in class 1B. Your suddenly blown away by an explosion, hitting your head against the wall. What are the characters reactions at hearing the news of you being put into a coma? (You - S/o or Y/n)

Characters: Aizawa, Vlad King, Tsuyu, Iida, Todoroki.

I hope this doesn't go over any boundaries <:D

I suppose I can write this for you….lol Jk. I would write anything for you! And no worries! You did just perfect!

Coma HCs(Aizawa/Vlad King/Tsuyu/Iida/Todoroki

Aizawa:

This man was more than just worried. He was angry. 

Angry that he let something like this happen to one of his own sibling and didn’t protect you when you needed to be. 

He spent five minutes apologizing to you in the hospital room, and went straight to detective mode. He went to figure out what happened and who did it.

Nobody knows if it was a villain or an accident from working with equipment.

Either way, he’s going to find out.

Once a week, he’ll bring in flowers. He’ll hold your hand and practically demand you wake up. 

“People need you, (Y/N). I need you. Wake up, will yah?”

Vlad King:

He felt bad for what happened. It was all in a hero school, for crying out loud!

He took the time to sit in your hospital room and apologized for not being able to protect you. 

He didn’t know what to do. When he heard what happened, his heart practically broke. You were an important family member to him, and all he could do was pray for your awakening.

He brings in flowers and keeps you updated with his days.

Tsuyu:

She cried when she heard about you.

Almost everyday she would stop by to visit and bring flowers. 

She would hold your hand and close your eyes, silently talking to you and hoping you would wake up.

She’s an upcoming hero, but she isn’t able to do much for you. It’s forbidden for her to investigate since it was on school perimeters.

All she can do is pray for you to wake up.

Iida:

He was extremely worried.

As well as guilty for letting it happen. You were so close to him, and yet he couldn’t save you. He wasn’t fast enough.

He visits you as often as he could, bringing flowers and telling you about his days or how his class is doing. 

He asks the doctors nonstop if there’s something he could do to help wake you up. 

All they tell him is to keep talking to you to keep you somewhat awake. 

Todoroki:

He was silent about the whole thing. He doesn’t really tell his friends about his family business. 

He’ll come to the hospital after school whenever he can. 

Sometimes he brings flowers, or even a balloon. But it’s mostly his sister, Fuyumi, having to remind him to get flowers.

Other times he tries to get there quickly, just to be there to hold your hand. 

If he could stay there with you 24/7, he would.

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