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elen-aranel · 3 months

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Dearest darling Elen, when last was it that I bothered you with the idea of Regency!Pike?

Old friend of the family, Captain Pike, who was your brother's commanding officer on the good ship Enterprise, and who was invited to winter at your parent's house?

Who agrees to chaperone you and one of your suitors in the parlor, whom he finds most unimpressive

Who encouragingly offers, "He's kind," When your suitor leaves, and guffaws when you counter: "He's an idiot."

Dany my love I am sorry to take so long to reply to this ask but I have been rotating this idea in my mind, considering it, researching it, enjoying it

“An idiot? That may be, but he’s an idiot with a large estate, and important friends.” The captain shrugs. “He might be Sir Idiot before all is said and done.”

“And am I to be Lady Idiot?” You rise, feeling as though the walls of the drawing room are drawing closer. Feeling the need to move. “I’ve never aspired to jewels and pin-money. A clergyman like my father would have at least been to Oxford. Or someone like—”

You bite your tongue.

You were about to say someone like you.

But Captain Pike… whose company is so entertaining, whose contributions to conversation can be so stimulating… who is so handsome — far better looking than the idiot, or any of the small number of other men who have paid attention to you — has shown you no particular partiality. He is simply a friend.

“Someone like…? Is there another gentleman whose attentions you would prefer to entertain? Perhaps you would like me to accompany you on a walk next time?”

“Oh, no.” You can see you have piqued his curiosity, but you move to stifle it. You shake your head, meet his eyes and put sincerity into your voice. “There is no one else.”

You find you’ve wandered to the window, and you peep out between the curtains. The gilded carriage is passing through the gate, taking your suitor away.

You turn back to Captain Pike. “I merely meant to say, someone I can talk to. But I had rather be an old maid, and dote on my nephews and nieces. My brother’s children.”

He stands, and joins you by the window. “Your brother is young yet, and the sea is a dangerous place.” His tone is serious for a moment, and you almost see storms in his blue eyes. But they turn amused, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “And I might not promote him to Lieutenant.”

You roll your eyes — you know him well enough to know his words are a provocation, nothing more. But he has a point — your brother cannot inherit your father’s livings. He will need the patronage of others to make his way in the world.

“Papa would appeal to the Admiral if you don’t. Fine, then, a governess, or a teacher at a school for girls. Or perhaps I shall cut my hair, don my brother’s clothes, and run away to sea myself. I don’t believe I would be the first to do such a thing.”

He raises his brows at that, surprised, then tilts his head, studying you. He was curious before, but this is something more. Still, you meet his gaze, and the moment holds.

“And how would a fine lady such as yourself like the sea, and all the privations we face in the Navy? Surely your brother has written to you of the hardships he faces aboard my ship?”

You incline your head. “He has indeed, on many occasions. And I know I would not… relish… engagements with the Spanish. But he has also written to me of palm trees, distant shores… sunlight sparkling on the ocean. I feel sure I could become accustomed to hard work, if it meant I was able to see some more of the world. If it gave me even some measure of the freedom that I lack in my present station.”

You sigh, looking out of the window again, to the tiny part of the world you know. “I suppose I shall have to marry the idiot, to protect my dear mamma in years to come if nothing else. And I do understand my fortune, truly. But… my dowry is next to nothing, and there are many other ladies who would near kill to be mistress of Hampton Park. Why does the idiot press these attentions on me?”

The door opens and your mother bustles in, followed by the housemaid laden with a fresh pot of tea and a plate of biscuits.

But you don’t think you imagine hearing Pike mutter, “Why indeed?” to himself in answer to your question.

#elen answers #regency!pike #christopher pike x reader #I actually did do research you know I read like three or four blogs about the navy in regency times #it was really interesting! I enjoyed it a lot #youvebeenlivingfictional #writings of the girl from outer space #Dany tag

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nominalnebula · 11 months

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Hi I've come to be a nuisance again because this idea has been tormenting me all day

Having Christopher Pike meet a woman while stuck in another universe, someone that he was falling for, someone who sacrificed their life for him to make it home

Him feeling this loss, but doing his best not to wallow as the ship and crew move on, pulling himself together to meet the new cadet joining the Enterprise

Only for this new cadet to be this universe's version of the woman that he lost

okay first off, the VIOLENCE of this

how fuckin dare

secondly, I'm losing my mind over the idea of this, over the possibilities??? and the angst, oh boy, the angst potential -

because he sees this cadet appear on the transporter pad, sees the woman he knew from another universe and for a moment everything just sort of stutters - his heart stops, he can feel the blood from his face draining and the ground has just shifted beneath him - and then he blinks, and this cadet, this stranger wearing the face of someone who could have been so dear to him, is looking nervously between him and Una, the smile on her face flickering, dropping because Christopher's just standing there, frozen in shock. And he shakes himself, smiles, extends a hand and welcomes the cadet on board, before passing her off to Una as quickly as possible without being truly, overtly rude.

And then he tries to avoid her, at the very least, without making it overly obvious. Because of all things, of all things the universe to throw at him - facing his own mortality for the time crystal, facing the consequences of his warning the cadets about the accident - Christopher never would have expected to see another version of the woman who caught him so off guard. But then again, after all the things he's seen, everything he's been through - why wouldn't their paths cross again? A one in a billion chance of being sent to an alternate universe, so what are the odds he'd run into another version of someone who was dear to him, could have been everything to him.

A fixed point in space, anchoring together.

But she doesn't know him. All she knows are the stories she's heard, of the Enterprise, of her crew, of her captain - stories that left her with stars in her eyes and a burning determination to earn her place aboard. When she finally does, it's everything and nothing like she imagined. The crew is amazing, the work is interesting and the ship, my god, the ship is everything she could have dreamed of. But the captain...well. He's friendly enough, but he's standoffish in a way that surprised her, more than a little. After everything she'd heard, all the stories she'd been told, the reports she had read, she thought she would have been welcomed a little more warmly, maybe even been invited to one if those famed dinners she'd heard about.

But Captain Pike's distant with her. Cool, even, which was startling to say the least, especially when she considered how he interacted with the rest of the crew, especially his bridge crew. So for her to be on the receiving end of that polite but distant attention - it hurts. More than she thinks it should, but there's an echo to the hurt she doesn't understand. She pushes through, because he's not displeased with her, and she earned her place aboard the Enterprise, goddammit. She won't let some jumped up flyboy's displeasure over her presence get in the way of the one posting that will make or break her career.

A fixed point. Two stars, anchoring each other, repelling apart - would it be total destruction or the creation of something new?

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foxilayde · 2 years

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Was literally going to title this "Breaking Dawn" and I was like "hmmm whys that sound familiar?" lmao fuk it, "Breaking Dawn" [Duke Leto Atreides x Fem!Reader]

A/N: So I was reading A Stalwart Gem by @youvebeenlivingfictional for the millionth time, you know? like ya do, and his lil scene popped in my head and I wrote it really fast. Here u go. THIS IS A FIC THAT TAKES PLACE IN DANY'S UNIVERSE ITS A FIC OF A FIC, FIC-CEPTION. GO READ A STALWART GEM IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: nudity, 90% dialogue, and I probably spelled a lot of fictional things incorrectly just a heads up

“None of the suitors appealed to you at all?”

You’re certain Leto’s question is the result of a logical trail of thought in his head, but to you in your blissed out, post-coital state, it is a non-sequitur.

You face him more fully on your side in your four-post bed— an unequivocal upgrade from the orchards. This way you can lie naked and trail your hands over each other freely without constantly checking your surroundings. You can see him better like this too. The moonlight in your ‘commune with nature’ is too dim and pale on his skin, but in your bedroom the warmth of the firelight dances across the golden hues of of his sturdy body, flickering and throwing appealing shadows across the landmarks of his form. You trail your fingers through the valley of his chest.

“There was one suitor who caught my eye.”

“Oh?”

“Is that Atreides green jealousy I see?”

Leto breaths out in a polite laugh at your jest. “You’re being coy. Which one?”

“He’s probably not interested. He did not ask me to dance.”

“No?”

“No. And every time I tried to make eye contact with him, he would turn from me, blushing prettily behind a rather magnificent beard.”

You tug on the chin of his beard and his eyes sparkle in the firelight, crinkling at the corners.

“You jest with me, but if you don’t choose one of them, your mother will. I have heard talk that the youngest Corrino has put in an offer.”

“Yes and I’m sure he’s interested in my lovely personality and not in the precious-metal rich fife I stand to inherit.”

“It would be a good match.”

“For him.”

“And for Maliv.”

You look down at your hand as it skims across his hips, he continues,

“He is a sardukar General, Gem. That kind of fighting power? During a transition of reign? It will instill confidence in the Malivian people.”

“I hate it there. The nights are so long and everything is heavier because of the gravity… you know, the moment we landed in Caladan I felt so light and strong. It’s oppressive; the density, the time dilation. Every fresh fruit is freeze dried and imported... But I suppose it will be that way on Arrakis as well.”

You haven’t mentioned Arrakis in several days and Leto’s reply is reticent.

“That’s right.”

“We may never have fresh apples again in our whole lives. Think of that.”

“There are worse fates.”

“At least you’ll have sunlight where you're going.”

“A perfect example of ‘too much of a good thing’.”

“What would you do if I smuggled myself in a crate of apples from Caladan to Arrakis, hmm?”

“What would I do? As Duke of Arrakis? To a beautiful Alrion stowaway?”

“Yes. Would you let me stay. At Arrakeen?”

“And what would you do at Arrakeen?”

You gesture widely to your bare bodies. Leto laughs.

“A tempting offer. You would be recognized.”

“I’ll change my hair.”

“I like your hair.”

“I’ll live with the fremen. They won’t know who I am. And my eyes will turn full blue. They eyes of Ibad.”

“You’ve been researching, I see. And I like your eyes just as they are.”

“Well, get a good look, because they’ll be gone once I join a seitch.”

“You weren’t exaggerating about your distaste of Maliv! You’d rather live a cutthroat life in a sand Dune rather than rule the fife.”

“You could visit me in the Dunes.”

“Ah yes, and make love in the spice fields and get sand in every imaginable crevice.”

“Just a variation on communing with nature…. I would do it.”

Leto sighs, “I would have to tell Lord and Lady Alrion.”

“Must you always be so noble?”

“I don’t think the way I hid in your closet yesterday could be considered ‘noble’.” His eyes crinkle in the way that makes your chest swell.

“It was though. You sacrificed your pride for my reputation… plus you looked rather comely in in my dressing gown.”

“I wouldn’t sell you out to your parents for nobility’s sake, Gem. My first act as Duke of Arrakis— harboring the sole Alrion heir? The Emperor has enough cause to sever my head.”

You finger the sparse hair at the center of his chest, you wish this moment would last forever. In minutes the dawn will break, in days Leto will depart Caladan and you can not bear to see him go. His warmth is so great you fear you will die from exposure if he leaves you now. The thought leaves you choked up and you stare intently at his torso as you blink the emotions back.

“Then why… why don’t you,” a single tear falls. “Why don’t you…” You can’t finish the question, the selfish, childish, petulant little wishing-star question.

You don’t need to. Leto takes your head between his palms and tilts your face to his.

“I cannot marry you, Gem.”

You’re embarrassed, you’re sure he can feel the heat that floods your cheeks where they are so tenderly cupped by his strong hands.

“I know, I know. The promise to Jessica, the tragedy of Lady Eaton, I know. I’m sorry.”

Leto sighs, “Gem, that’s not why.”

Your brow scrunches. You had assumed the story he told you weeks ago— of his tragic engagement and subsequent vow were the reason that Leto had not offered his own hand.

“If I proposed to you, it would be seen by all as a move to establish a Dynasty. To seat the Atreiedes on both Arrakis and Maliv. The entire Lansraad would have not only me killed, but any children we might bear. Paul? Delegitimized. You understand? Let’s say I don’t care about that, for the sake of argument— say I make enemies with the Empire with intention, make you my wife. Let’s say we Battle the Sardukar and the Harkonens and any other house of the Lansraad that might take their sides, of which there would be many. Some houses would join me, naturally, I’d make a strong campaign…. The war would be massive. Thousands sacrificed. On the off margin that I am successful in this? And have earned myself the title of tyrant? Where does that leave you? What would your life be? Duchess? Mother of children who will not be successors? The death of your own family name? And for what? Banquets and ballrooms? The company of a tired old man? You are poised for power, Gem. And my noble nature, as you call it, forbids me from taking an incorruptible leader from their people. Even if I want to. Even if I’ve thought about it from every angle, every day since you pressed that kindjal to my throat.”

“I would give it up for you, tired old man that you are.”

“And I love you far too much to allow you to do that.”

The morning birds outside your window chirp their trilling tune, you and Leto turn your heads to look at the first beams of sun over the ocean.

You stroke his beard, twist a ringlet at the nape of his neck and mutter, “I keep willing the moments to last longer but the only thing I’m able to achieve is taking myself out of the moment entirely.”

“We have some moments left, Gem”

“Not enough.”

Leto kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for several beats. You scoot closer to him, pressing your face against his neck, and embrace him around the middle. He encircles you in a fierce hug in return.

#Duke Leto Atreides #Dany tag #A Stalwart Gem Fanfic #oscar isaac

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andr0medafallen · 8 months

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From your pink ask game on July 14th: Champagne Pink and Mountbatten Pink 💕💗💓

Danny, it's good to have you back! And this ask game seems particularly apt after watching Barbie three times this month.

Champagne pink - If you became famous, what would you want your fans to love most about you?

I think it would be fun to be known for being a bit of an enigma in like an Aubrey Plaza way. Or just being one of those celebrities who is #ofthelesbians but in like a hozier way.

Mountbatten pink - If you could get any tattoo, disregarding pain or cost, what would you get?

Okay in my brain a sleeve would be cool but idek what i would want on it. I thought about getting a vinegaroon line art tattoo on my ankle, but I never pulled the trigger. And it would be cool to get like those bloody knees tattoos. But that is probably something i wouldnt actually do lol. Cause you would probably get sick of people asking if you were okay after a while.

shades of pink ask game

#ask box #dany tag #ask game

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dashnite · 2 years

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Btw updating my bi-sastrous love life:

Hunter and Dany are on the case of finding out more about Matthew and do a lil recon for me. Joseph still has his head in the clouds and Jasper doesn’t know about my crush.

Hunter+Dany are going to talk to his best friend tomorrow. I hope Hunter doesn’t fuck this up lmao

Also: I kissed him on the cheek again when we were saying goodbye but my dude doesn’t seem to get the hint

#i trust dany with my life #but hunter… i love him to bits but hes not the sharpest crayon in the box #hunter tag #matthew tag #jasper tag #dany tag #joseph tag #shoujo astrayan #funny thing is im taking jasper for drinks tomorrow #when i arrived he paid me a beer and i swore id pay it back #so we’re gonna hit the bar for that beer

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lilalbatross · 1 year

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#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #tedlassoedit #roy kent #sam obisanya #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #jan maas #dani rojas #thierry zoreaux #moe bumbercatch #obligatory gifs tag

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starlightshore · 4 months

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I realized with Ellie being a different AU version of Danny I had the chance to pull the funniest thing possible with her

#danny phantom #ellie phantom #dani phantom #dp fanart #fanart tag

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hauntedbestie · 2 years

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You give me mom friend/pass her the aux chord vibes. also ahead of the trend vibes, like not even a 'you liked it before it was cool', more like a 'you knew what it was before it even dropped' kinda vibes

funny that you say that considering i have a playlist for probably every/any vibe or friend in my car

AHHHHHH

vibe check me? 🥺

#but as long as im not pretentious on the ahead of the trend vibes i can definitely vibe with that #ask games #dany tag

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kingsmoot · 7 months

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acok, jon vi | asos, dany v

the last targaryens and their beafts

#liveblog tag #asos liveblog tag #jon tag #dany tag #ghost tag #comparatives

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jastard · 2 years

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Thinking about this dumb show again

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dani phantom #jazz fenton #art tag

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nominalnebula · 10 months

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Hey Micky I haven't bothered you in a whole five minutes so:

Being amicable exes with Christopher Pike

Both Captains of Starfleet vessels

Both with completely different styles regarding how you handle crew

Christopher is easily approachable, soft outside, hiding the hardened Captain that hides the even softer, even gooey-er inside

You're outwardly firm, slow to smile or tease, shielding your fear of loss and upset by avoiding most attachments

Winding up with Christopher rescuing you and your crew after your ship suffers a critical systems-wide failure

Trying to ignore the soft, easy smiles that he gives you when the others aren't looking, or ignoring how warm the odd wink gets you

Presenting an unaffected front when he remembers and makes your favorite meal, but absolutely melting when you put the first bite in your mouth

Mumbling, "Shut up," Around a mouthful and refusing to meet his eye when he grins at you

Falling back into bed with him and knowing that it's a bad idea, but finding him absolutely irresistible (as always)

The pillow talk Micky the PILLOW TALK

*yells in oh NO*

97 years and two new episodes later and I have half a dozen variations of how I could have answered this but I keep getting stuck on how Christopher Pike loves and how deeply he loves

because you're amicable exes but I also think Christopher's definitely the type to have let the person who could have been the love of his life go because your careers were about to take off in different directions and he absolutely wasn't going to stand in your way. and because Christopher's who he is, I also don't think he would have let you push him out of your life entirely.

so the thing with the ship and your favorite meal and before you know it you're standing side by side at the sink, washing up after dinner and then you're reaching up to kiss him and he's reaching back and then you're falling back in bed with him, despite that little nagging voice in the back of your head going "wait no, bad idea, hang on, you're gonna get your heart broken--"

except then it's after and you're stretched out in bed together, his arms around you, his fingers lazily dragging up and down your spine - and it's so fucking easy, talking to him again. he doesn't push, not much, but he's steady and so fucking easy to talk to. and you know you shouldn't, you absolutely know you shouldn't, but you start thinking of what ifs? because you've known Christopher for years and he's stubborn and loyal and when he loves, he loves so wholeheartedly and so goddamn deeply it's overwhelming and breathtaking and you don't doubt he'd make you'd never be alone again if he focused all of that on you.

but also the thing with Christopher is he knows people, so he knows when not to push and when you tense beside him, just a bit, he lulls you back with a soft kiss to the crown of your head and his arms tightening around you, just a bit. he's stubborn and he's patient and if he thought he could get a second chance, he'd wait as lot as he had to

no no it's fine I'm just in a glass case of emotion it's fine

#micky answers asks #dany tag #micky writes things #youvebeenlivingfictionalreplies #youvebeenlivingfictional #sorry this took so long also I'm not sure what this is but Hoo Boy there's words and I'm emotional about christopher pike

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foxilayde · 1 year

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Dearest Danny,

I'm back to harass you with George-Russell-Is-Just-Jay-Gould thoughts

I'm rereading Dark Genius of Wall Street and this excerpt delighted me and now i'm thinking of our Georgie doing the same

And I'm sweating

@youvebeenlivingfictionalreplies I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

“Well would you look at that, old boy? We seem to have run aground.” Cruger, pink-faced and jolly like a Middlewhite farm pig, tips back his head and his glass, letting the candied onion at the dregs of his cocktail roll into his open mirthful mouth.

George’s face doesn’t shift in the silghtest. The old lush had paid dearly in time, labor, and inconvenience (none of which he himself would suffer) all for the pittance of an annoyed reaction from George. And George Russell could be a withholding man. No, he does not react. Does not give Cruger the satisfaction. He barely lost his balance as the yacht had bumped to a surprising halt on the muddy banks. Several young ladies had toppled in muffled thunks on the hollow deck, to the sheer delight of Cruger. It is a wonder how he’d managed to retain his wealth. How could be be so laissez-faire concerning the corrupted underside of his own yacht, making an enemy of the wealthiest man in Manhattan in gratuity?

George fixes his face to stone against the balmy breeze on the Hudson and shifts his eyes to Penn Station. So very close.

“I daresay the only way you’d be able to catch that beloved train of yours would be for you to swim your way over.” Cruger chortles with a wheezing vigor, earning uncomfortable parroted laughs from his surrounding guests. George was clearly not the only one to have their afternoon plans foiled by Cruger’s asinine collision and it’s all he can do to mask a grimace.

George cooly stalks to the starboard rim of Cruger’s newest and shiniest toy and contemplates with amused sincerity the gulping even tide of the Hudson River against the pearlescent fresh white paint of the hull. It can’t be that deep. The Yacht is run aground. Eight feet to the banks at the most, and only inclining from here to Penn Station. The distance does appear long (over a hundred yards at least) to the shore, but he wouldn’t be fighting against currents, and it will, for his 6’1 frame, be almost entirely a “refreshing walk” to the station. George has always been a master at reframing unpleasant tasks into appealing language. A refreshing walk through the invigorating banks of The Hudson. Good for the health. The natural advertiser in him.

George downs his last finger of scotch from the etched crystal rock's glass, casually setting it on a deck table before lifting his starched collar and blindly disentangling his tie. He unloops it from round his neck without haste, folding it in an almost acceptable manner and placing it on the deck chair. Along with his coat, vest, pocket watch…. As soon as Cruger catches on to George’s intention he sputters and flails his hands in George’s general direction.

“Come now, George. If catching that blessed train really was as urgent as you’d been hinting, I’d have offered you one of the side skimmers! Henry can lower it and row you to shore. Really, George there’s no need for all this! There are ladies present!”

“Indeed.” He hears one aforementioned lady mutter deeply and the tone is not any flavor of “affronted”, but encouraging.

“I wouldn’t dream of taking any of your staff away from you in this dire hour, Cruger. After all, my good man,” George shoulders off his white dress shirt with a raised brow, “you’ve been shipwrecked.”

[insert photo of shirtless George Russell *lipbite emoji*]

Cruger bargains as George strips his boots and socks, and the guests admire the theatrics in abject amusement.

George's smile is genuine now, this is far and away the most fun he’s ever had at a social gathering. His mirth is only faintly marred by the absence of Bertha. He entertains breifly how amusing for him it will be to keep secret the transpirations of this yacht ride. He will allow her to glean the gossip from Missus soinso tomorrow, choking back tea, stifling her shock in public, thinking a clever endearment for her mad husband in the snap of the eyes-on-her moment. Yes, he will go home and kiss Bertha good evening, she will remark on his shoes and how they are not the ones he left in (he cannot swim with both his clothing and his boots, he decides while bundling his clothing, to leave them on the deck, confident he will be able to purchase an acceptable pair from a fellow departant on the train). He will give her some boring excuse for the shoes and when she asks about the trip on the Hudson he will dismiss it as “dull” and focus the more pressing topic of how he wishes she was there. Which is true. He does wish she were with him now. Though he highly doubts her presence would have let him get this far down to his skivvies to prove a point. Let alone carefully lower himself down into the sloshing river with a salute towards Cruger and a bundle of cotton and wool which he keeps expertly held above his head, all the way to the shore of the island.

*PRAYING FOR THIS TO TRANSPIRE IN SEASON 2*

#George Russell #The Gilded Age #Dany tag

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fukcnoplease · 1 month

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Things always go wrong

Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Danny paced the halls of pariah dark’s castle, well his castle but even after a few years he wasn't used to that, as Frostbite watched in silence. His king isn't usually this restless before a council meeting but his distress was understandable. As his eighteenth birthday approached the council was getting more and more pushy for Danny to take up his role as king. Frostbite had used his leeway to allow the young king time to grow up and in the four years since his first transformation he had only been called to council a handful of times. It was an impressive feat less because they needed a king and more because the observers were anxious to keep the young king on a leash.

This council meeting was called hastily as the anti-ecto laws had been passed recently and the GIW as well as the Fenton parents had become bolder in their pursuit of ghosts. The Fentons had almost captured one of Danny's rogues and it was too close of a call for the council to overlook.

On top of that Dani was supposed to be coming home today. The young clone had taken to traveling the world as soon as she was free to. Her unstable nature had forced her home only a month after departing and it had taken months to convince Danny to let her go off alone again. Her destabilization had been easy to explain, as a clone she had been created without a ghost core and with continual use of her powers and no way to replenish her energy she had used her own body's ectoplasm to feed her powers. Frostbite was unsure if she would ever form her own core as her creation was unique but Danny had pushed. The idea Danny had come up with was to take a piece of his own core and give it to Dani, maybe jump-starting her own core cultivation in the process.

After defeating pariah dark Danny had begun absorbing his core, a way of proving his claim to the throne Frostbite had explained, and with it his own core had almost doubled in power. While unstable itself as it was still settling into its new power, it was possible to take a sliver and still keep the core at a healthy level. If Danny pushed for a bigger piece than strictly necessary, well no one but Frostbite would ever know that.

The council had rioted at another ghost having a piece of the king's core, it was usual for families to share cores in times of need but a king having a royal family was unheard of. Some of the council was against it all together and some were quick to try and coronate Dani a princess. Danny did his best to shield her from the council and made her promise to visit at least once every few months and call weekly. It had been a battle but Dani had accepted conditions as well as a phone Tucker had made for her. Then she was off, traveling the world and bringing back souvenirs and stories.

A couple years had passed like that and they had finally settled into a comfortable rhythm. A rhythm rudely interrupted by Danny’s looming birthday and his parents lack of self control. He was supposed to be at Sam’s house, ready to hug Dani when she arrived and with a whole day of movie marathons and nachos planned. Instead he was stuck pacing his entrance hall as Sam kept him updated on the happenings in the living realm.

“Your majesty,” Frostbite rumbled, “perhaps it is time you enter the council’s chamber. An intermission can only last so long.”

The monarch hummed but didnt stop pacing. Every turn caused his layered cape to billow behind him in a strange way, as if it was floating underwater rather than being manipulated by wind. The king's crown had dulled from a fiery bonfire into a thin misty glow that wrapped in a circle over his head. Jazz would tease him for it, ‘It looks like the aurora borealis, your love of the sky bleeds into everything doesn't it?’ and she was right, though he would never admit it. Even as he combed his hand through his hair and the crown, the misty fire dissipating around his hand before gathering again, it still twinkled as if far away stars were shining in the crowns light.

Danny spared little thought to his regalia as he paced. A wave of dread had come over him midway through the arguing and he had called a pause so they could recollect themselves. He had tried to check in with Sam but she wasn't responding. He had heard nothing from Dani either and something deep within him was screaming something was wrong. He couldn't abandon a council meeting on a hunch and honestly it was one of the few times he didn't want to have to abandon the council meeting. If only because it would mean nothing was wrong.

Dani had had some close calls over the years and while she had really come into her powers she wasn't as strong as Danny and the one time she had been hit by Maddie Fenton still held fresh in Danny’s mind.

His phone buzzed.

Sam had replied.

Eco-Terrorist: We cant find Dani

It was the only message Danny needed before he was off. Ripping a hole in the dimension himself as he crossed back to his preferred plane. He barely noticed Frostbites thoughtful hum as he moved to bring the news of the king's departure to the council.

The precious seconds Danny took to arrive at Sam’s house were spent spiraling as to all the worst things that could have happened. The fear doubled as he stepped through Sam’s wall to find her holding Dani’s phone and pacing herself. Tucker sat at the desk scouring what looked like security cameras on his laptop as Danny popped back into view.

If Sam yelped it was only because she was too stressed to try and cover it up.

“We found her phone in Amity Park, she hadn't been responding and it had been almost an hour since she was supposed to show up.” Sam stressed, she was flexing her hands around the phone.

“Since she usually messages us if she is going to be late we decided to check if everything was alright. When we saw she was in the park and hadnt move in a while. We left immediately.” Tucker added. He had a wobble to his voice and a shine to his eyes. Danny gritted his teeth. “All we found was this.” Sam said as she threw Dani’s phone on the bed as if it had personally been the thing to commit the crime and went back to pacing, flexing her hands in and out of fists.

“Do we have any security footage that might help?” Danny asked.

“Ive been looking but the park doesnt have much cctv except around the perimeter or playground. Its been useless. All Ive seen is the Fenton-mobile.” Tucker paused, Danny could hear him swallow as the same thought passed through all their heads. “You… you dont think…”

“Ill go check the lab.” Danny said before he vanished. Already making his way through town as Sam and Tucker raced to follow him.

It didnt take long for Danny to make it to his house, the ghost shields were down but the Fenton-mobile was nowhere to be seen. It gave Danny little hope but he made his way down to the basement, transforming into his human form just in case. He made his way through his kitchen and down the stairs where he looked into the lab and into his worst fear.

Dani lay still on a metal table, restraints on her arms and legs and waist as a trickle of ectoplasm dripped from her left arm onto the floor. She wasnt even in her ghost form. He jumped the stairs and made it to her in two strides.

“Dani? Can you hear me?” Her head was lolled to the side but her eyes were open, if only barely. She blinked and squirmed slightly, making a grumbling sound before going still again. She was alive, likely drugged, definitely bleeding out. Her arm had a gash in it and two tubes attached to needles lay on the floor beside her. The tubes were tangled and thrown about, as if someone had tripped on them and then let them be. Rage bubbled within Danny but he forced himself to focus. He would not let Dani bleed out because he was too busy seething at his parents. He grabbed whatever he could use as medical supplies and wrapped Dani’s arm before trying to break her restraint.

Electricity coursed through him and he cursed. Refusing to let panic take over he turned to his parents computer instead. There had to be something that could undo the restraints and regardless he had to wipe whatever information they had on Dani. What he found was a conversation log of Maddie Fenton and an Agent W discussing payment and proper handover specifications for a ‘perfect specimen’ Maddie had found. The money was staggering and Danny’s rage almost made him crush the mouse he was holding.

At one point, Sam had offered up the idea of destroying the lab and joining Jazz at Gotham U where she had chosen to go for college. They had toyed with the idea, saying it was for the future or it was a last resort, but ultimately never gone through with it. It was a bad idea to drag a meta equivalent to Gotham and in all honesty, Danny wasnt comfortable leaving Amity. He hated leaving the town limits even if necessary, he couldnt imagine choosing to live somewhere else. But right now, staring at his bleary, injured, unstable sister, he decided he would have to.

His rogues would be pissed and he didnt really have a solid plan but he refused to let this happen again. To anyone.

It was little hassle to find the unlock to the restraints and erase the computer completely. His parents didn't trust the cloud and the physical copies they had would be lost in the fire. Tucker had copies of everything anyway. Dani moved to sit up but really only managed to roll off the table. Danny caught and he shared some of his ectoplasm to try and help her heal. It wasnt much but she started to regain lucidity.

“Danny?” she whispered and Danny hummed in response. Their cores hummed at each other, the harmony encouraging her healing. A boom rattled the building, it was far away but it snapped Danny back to the present. They didnt have time to sit there, he didnt know when his parents would be back and he needed to leave.

He laid Dani on the floor as he went around and dismantled as many things as he could, leaving the vulnerable pieces in the open. Finally he turned to take the ectoplasm filter that powered the entire house. When he ripped it off its mantle alarms started blaring and he turned and grabbed Dani, hauling her up into his arms as he ran up the stairs. He heard her giggle something about bumpy rides and he was out the door and barrelling towards his beat up car parked across the street.

Jazz had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday. Apparently she had originally planned to buy it for herself for her move to Gotham but Sam had managed to convince her parents to buy Jazz a brand new car. Something about the public transportation system being dangerous and it being the first thing Sam had asked for that had been manageable. It was beat up and an old red but Danny loved the car and used it often. He worried he would have had to keep his parents away from it, in case they try and ghost proof it but they never even noticed it. He parked it across the street and they just assumed it was the neighbors. No one had lived in the houses around them for years.

He shoved Dani into the passenger side before hoping the hood and sliding into the drivers seat. He didnt know he could do that.

Shoving his key into the ignition the engine roared to life. He managed to get down the street before his house exploded. The shockwave sent the car forward and he managed to catch Dani’s head before it met the dash. His windows rattled but none of them broke, a small victory he thought.

His mind flashed to all the things he had had in his room, his home. His memories, his souvenirs from Dani, all his space and nasa memorabilia, all his clothes and any pictures he thought were important. His family, his friends, his school, his only solid portal to the Infinite Realm.

His emergency supplies.

“Fuck.” he whispered as he kept driving. Dani giggled and said something like ‘language’ but Danny was too busy swerving through traffic to hear her. His phone buzzed and he jolted, he maneuvered to pull it from his pocket as he tried to check it only to barely miss an oncoming car and drop it into the footwell of Dani’s seat. He cursed again and kept driving. He wasnt going to stop until he was well and out of Amity. He focused on driving and harmonizing with Dani as he drove.

As they raced across Amity his core began to pulse with panic. The lingering pain from losing his home exploding into waves of fear.

He wasnt stopping. The pulsing grew more intense and Dani whimpered in her sleep. He tried to calm down but something felt so intrinsically wrong with leaving and his core felt like it was going to burst.

The pressure grew as they got closer and closer to Amity’s border and as they crossed it something in Danny popped.

He almost blacked out from the pain. The car swerving as he tried to regain control of himself. Something had broken and it felt like he was tilted on an axis. He could barely see and was forced to pull over. His breathes came in short painful gasps and he bit back a scream. He was trying to ride through the pain when his phone rang. Grasping for it he picked up and brought it to his ear.

“Danny? We saw the explosion, are you ok? Did you find Dani?” Sam said, crackling over the phone.

“Mhm. Dani is with me. We are going to Gotham.” Pain cracked his voice as he struggled to breathe. “ ‘s not safe. Need Jazz.” Was all he could manage before he was heaving.

“Danny! Stay where you are. We have ectoshots with us and we can-” Sam was cut off by an explosion behind Danny’s car. He whipped around to see a white van crashing through traffic. Danny slammed his foot on the gas and turned back to the road. The pain in his chest dulled as his desperation to protect Dani slammed back in full force.

“Meet. In. Gotham.” Was all he could growl before he hung up the phone and drove in what he hoped was the direction north east.

currently obsessing over dpxdc shenanigans

I just love seeing danny act like a cornered animal

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