#jazz original

[queenofthequillandink]

Steph's new roommate's little brother was absolutely a meta.

The two of them weren't really trying particularly hard to hide it, but they weren't mentioning it either, so Steph just... followed their lead. Especially because Jazz, while a little neurotic, was a pretty good roommate and new some truly innovative things to make in the microwave with whatever was in their dorm fridge.

But anyway, back to the meta thing. Steph could totally back it up.

Jazz was from the Midwest somewhere, one of the "I" states. (Indiana? Illinois? Iowa? Steph could never keep them straight.) From the way Jazz talked about her parents and the things she said to Danny, Steph could tell that the Fentons still lived there and Danny with them. Yet at least four nights out of seven, without fail, Steph would come home from a long night studying or vigilante-ing to find Danny in their dorm room, usually passed out on the futon. As though Gotham wasn't halfway across the country from Indiana or Illinois or Iowa.

"Our parents are pretty loud," Jazz explained with a quiet grimace, the first time it happened. "Like 'keep you awake at all hours of the night' loud. I told Danny he could sleep here when he needs to, is that okay? Tucker's parents are great, but they'll kick him out eventually."

"As a sleep-deprived college kid, I wholeheartedly support sleeping wherever you can get it," Steph whispered back. "As long as he doesn't eat my half of the food, I'm not gonna tattle to the RA."

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Jazz squealed, flapping her hands. Steph darted a glance at the teenager passed out on their futon, but he didn't even twitch. "Oh, don't worry, you have to be loud enough to wake the dead to get Danny up," Jazz said with a smirk.

"Alright. Makes things easier, I suppose," Steph said with a shrug, moving to sling her backpack onto her bunk. "He gonna be here in the morning?"

Jazz narrowed her eyes as though Elder Sister Glare could penetrate dreams. Hell, maybe it could. "He'll be at school before you wake up, if he knows what's good for him."

School. Which should be halfway across the country. Sure. Well, Steph could recognize a topic that Simply Wasn't Spoken About and unlike the rest of the Bats, she actually respected her roommate's personal privacy. "Cool."

So. Definitely a meta. Teleportation, maybe? Or superspeed or flying, she supposed. Whatever it was, the kid was clearly only using it to get a good night's rest in a safe space, so it wasn't really Steph's business.

At least neither of them had noticed she was a vigilante. It was an impressive secret to keep in such close quarters, if Steph did say so herself.

~*~

Jazz had clocked that Stephanie was Spoiler in a week and a half. And it only took her that long because she was distracted by orientation. The girl wasn't exactly subtle. Especially not with her injuries. Jazz had three years of experience watching someone come home injured and try to hide it, and while she was better than Danny, it still wasn't good enough.

Still, Steph wasn't making a big deal of Danny portalling into their dorm half of every week. And, like she had with Danny, Jazz wanted Steph to trust her enough to tell her herself.

And if this meant that Jazz spent a good portion of her first semester figuring out the rest of the Bats' identities based on Steph's friends and acquaintances, well. That was between her and Steph's scary-but-sweet girlfriend who read her like a book as soon as their eyes met.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #dc comics #batman #stephanie brown #spoiler #i just think it would be funny for jazz and steph to be roommates #and jazz to know exactly what's happening #and steph to have a pretty good idea #and they just Never Fucking Talk About It #my writing #original

[parallelpie]

First off this absolutely cursed AU was inspired by Lemonomelette and a post they made -X Secondly I imagine it all being about bots and cons trying to one up each others factions and not actually helping in any serious way because their too busy with their own faction bs.

Think of two rival car dealerships across the street one upping each other to get business and instead of business with cars its interstellar robot fairys trying to woo sm children to let them grant their inconsequential wishes (which may or may not be worth it) instead of the other guy next door.

#this whole thing is so stupid and im so sorry but holymoly i got a brain worm and it just went feed me with this bs #also that first image is more of riffing off of lemons's original post than anything to do with this au in general #cus mega and op would be their faction leads- #i just liked the original idea of starscream being a shit angel or fairy in this case on his shoulder #maccadam #transformers #lemonomelette #lemon i really hope u dont mind me drawing some cursed as ff art from this hell #i hate even typing the tags for this hot cringe #mtmte #fuk butch whats his face tho #megatron #starscream #soundwave #oh i did draw humanformers that actually go with this bs but i havent decided if i wanted to post it yet #ratchet #ultra magnus #deadlock #wheeljack #jazz #transformer crossover #fairly oddrobots #artz #pie artz

[darkeneddawning]

Escaped clone au

You know all those fics where Danny and Damian are twins but everyone first assumes Danny must be a clone? How about an au where Danny is Damian's clone who escaped the League after he was assumed dead. Damian could even have been the one to have "killed" him, back when Danny was a newly created, fully brainwashed clone minion and trying to kill Damian himself.

Danny gets adopted by the Fentons and canon goes on as normal, until Dan. Witnessing what would happen to the world should he turn evil really drove home to Danny how dangerous he is.

Even if he was confident he could be trusted with his absurd amount of power (which he isn't), what if the League of Assassins found out about him? Does he still have programming triggers from his evil assassin clone conditioning?

So, Danny does the responsible thing: he goes to Batman to turn himself in.

Cue Danny showing up on Bruce's doorstep with ghost hunting equipment, intel on the afterlife, and an almost unbelievable backstory. Somehow he still managed to be more well-adjusted than Damian.

More thoughts under the read more

Here's how I'm thinking Danny leaving the League went down:

After surviving his wounds but failing his mission, Danny (then an unnamed potential Damian replacement) knew there was no point in returning to the League. As a failure, he was meant to be disposed of. He even thought of simply allowing himself to perish, since that was what the League would do.

But he couldn't help but feel as though that would be a waste of a resource. Surely he could be of more use to the League alive than dead?

That tiny bit of rebellious logic is what caused Danny to go into hiding, only living on based on the off chance he would find opportunities to further the League's goals. Obviously, that mentality didn't last long after being exposed to the real world and meeting one Jazz Fenton.

Being adopted by the Fentons was the best cover Danny could have asked for, since any odd behavior he couldn't hide while he was learning how to be "normal" was totally overshadowed by the sheer bizarre eccentricity of his new parents. He was still the neighborhood weird kid, but even that was a major upgrade from disposable tool, so Danny considered it a win.

Anyway, if anyone likes this idea, please feel free to have at it! Interpret it as you please :)

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dawningwrites #Danny: I'm too powerful help please accept this 10 step guide that MIGHT give you a prayer of defeating me #Bruce: and you're saying that on top of all your potentially apocalyptic abilities you're also the ruler of another dimension?? #Danny: I know right?? they wouldn't listen to me when I said a teenager wasn't qualified. and technically I'm only 5 years old! #Danny's better adjusted than Damian bc he had Jazz to help him #and he didn't have to be anything other than a “normal” teen until his accident #whereas Damian had a bunch of traumatized and emotionally stunted vigilantes with a complicated family dynamic he walked into #Alfred did his best but there was only so much he could do without undermining Bruce or interfering with their vigilantism #Dan happened before Dani so she might not be in this (yet) #but if Danny's clones are still a thing I think he'd be even more traumatized by most of them melting #Dani: you don't know what it's like to be made by a rich supervillain to replace your original and then be discarded as a failure #Danny: ha ha so funny story #damian wayne #damian al ghul

[tofuingho]

What if instead of absorbing Plasmius making Dan evil and destructive, it makes Dan obsessed with adopting Danny.

Dan traveling back in time to before Danny's birth and setting himself up as part of Jack's family. Proving that the Fentons are unfit parents. Adopting/fostering Jazz and Danny.

Or maybe he just straight up kidnaps them.

Either way:

Dan raising Danny and Jazz in Gotham, Metropolis, Central City, or Fawcett. Each city has their own potential plot points.

But, I want Dan to own/operate a bakery.

The one scene I have is: Hero-as-civilian walks into a cute bakery. Immediately sees a guy that's fucking scary and clearly not entirely human. Hero is very concerned that this guy is up to no good, so he pretends to be oblivious. He starts talking to Dan, but Dan's about as chatty as a brick wall. Suddenly, he hears a little pat-a-pat-a-pat and then there's two little hands poking up over the counter making an uppies gesture. This terrifying man reaches down and picks up an adorable toddler, sets him on his hip, and gives him a cookie.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #baby danny #danny fenton #dan fenton #dan phantom #jazz fenton #bakery #time travel #potential romance #dick x dan #jason x dan #conner x dan #i don't think dani exists in this au #maybe dan brought her from his original timeline #now she's aunt dani

[hypewinter]

When Dan was released from his prison, he was ready to go toe to toe in a rematch with his past self. Instead he was handed a baby and guided to two toddlers by Clockwork. The Ancient of Time explained to him that his parents accidentally created a machine that de-aged ghosts. Now Danny and Ellie, as well as Jazz who was just liminal enough to be affected are all tiny tots without a place to go.

That's about all the explanation Dan gets before he's pushed through a portal and into an alley. Before Clockwork closes the portal he tells Dan "Single fatherhood may be tough but do not lose hope!"

Wait..... Single fatherhood!?

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdc #hyper prompts #i was originally going to make it so that the kids were deaged to their real ghost age #but that wouldn't make sense for jazz as she's still the eldest of the three #though i suppose it could just be that she's been officially liminal since before the accident #¯\_(-_-)_/¯ who knows #whether or not the kids retain their memories is also open for debate

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

A little while ago while hanging out at the manor for game night, Stephanie introduced the family to another one of her current favorite artist.

This was nothing unusual, Steph had a new favorite artist almost every other week. But this one was different. It wasn't just a single person but a group that called themselves ‘Team Phantom’.

Every song was different as every song was sang by a different person. So there was a song for everyone, including Jason.

He feel in love with the soft smooth voice of ‘The Sister’. Her songs were so dreamy and melancholic, and told stories that he often couldn't understand but made him feel like if he were there doing whatever she was doing. Feeling whatever she was feeling.

It was amazing. Her voice was just so beautiful. So calming. So additive, the way it calmed the pits. He didn't know why but every time her songs played it was like the pits disappeared. And so did ever constant green haze that haunted him.

The sense of clarity he was left with when one of her songs ended was like a fuckin high and he couldn't get enough.

Long after the game night he sought after her music. Her songs. Her voice. It was his medicine and his drug. His addiction. Which sucked because just like every other addiction, withdrawal was a BITCH.

It's been six months since ‘The Sister’ has released a new song. Since ANY of Team Phantom had released any new songs. And it was really suspicious considering how consistent their schedules were. But that was okay, kinda. Life was life and maybe something happened. He'll just listen to her old songs on repeat like he's been doing for the last six months.

Is what he said until they posted a new video to their channel.

It wasn't the 3 to 4 minute animated or stagnant image music video he was uses to. Instead, it was a dark shaking video, as if someone was running. Then bright teal eyes appeared on the screen. Everything stopped for a moment. Then came the still soft and smooth but now trembling voice of ‘The Sister’.

She uttered a single word.

“Help.”

Before it ended and turned black.

It could honestly just be a prank. But something told him other wise.

Before he even decided what course of action he was going to take. A message came in through the family group chat. And from the Demon child no less.

‘We need to help Team Phantom. NOW!!!!!’

Everyone agreed.

And Jason felt very validated that he wasn't the only one secretly addicted to their music.

Now it's time to save Team Phantom.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp au #okay I'll admit that I lost the plot towards the end but I think it turned well #in order to deal with the stress of being a teenager and a hero Danny began to make music telling stories about his crazy adventures #and other stuff #eventually sam and tucker caught on and began to make music too #they originally wanted to be a band but their individual music taste was to different from each other #so they decided to do their own things instead and post it on the same channel #when Jazz and elli and others wanted to join they made names for themselves #jazz is obviously the sister #Danny is the king #elli is the wanderer #sam is foxglove #i can't find a name for tucker

[rad-roche]

nick always had a knack for missing persons. he happened to be one himself

typically this'd be the part of the post where i'd reflect on challenges, shortcomings, so on. a sort of stock taking at the end. this was a joy to do from start to finish, the most fun i've had drawing for a while. here's footage of me hauling ass

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #nick valentine #rochedotpng #ass: hauled #song is layer cake. yet again subjecting you to light jazz stylings #riding this wave until i open my art software tomorrow and forget how many eyes a human being has. easy come easy go #somebody has to sexualize these old men #apologies if this video is scuffed i had to do some arcane bullshit to it. it was originally in landscape

[tourettesdog]

I need yall to know that this was the first little baby man drawing

#dp x dc #dpxdc #anger management #jazz fenton #jason todd #danny fenton #tall jazz #little baby man #danny phantom #dogart #sketches #I took the doodle and rendered him separately but this is his origins #a tall Jazz and smol Danny Jazz/Jason meme

[brother-emperors]

BROTHERS

The river Weser ran between the Roman and Cheruscan forces. Arminius came to the bank and halted with his fellow chieftains:— "Had the Caesar come?" he inquired.​ On receiving the reply that he was in presence, he asked to be allowed to speak with his brother. That brother, Flavus by name, was serving in the army, a conspicuous figure both from his loyalty and from the loss of an eye through a wound received some few years before during Tiberius' term of command. Leave was granted, and Stertinius took him down to the river. Walking forward, he was greeted by Arminius; who, dismissing his own escort, demanded that the archers posted along our side of the stream should be also withdrawn. When these had retired, he asked his brother, whence the disfigurement of his face? On being told the place and battle, he inquired what reward he had received. Flavus mentioned his increased pay, the chain, the crown, and other military decorations; Arminius scoffed at the cheap rewards of servitude.

They now began to argue from their opposite points of view. Flavus insisted on "Roman greatness, the power of the Caesar; the heavy penalties for the vanquished; the mercy always waiting for him who submitted himself. Even Arminius' wife and child were not treated as enemies." His brother urged "the sacred call of their country; their ancestral liberty; the gods of their German hearths; and their mother, who prayed, with himself, that he would not choose the title of renegade and traitor to his kindred, to the kindred of his wife, to the whole of his race in fact, before that of their liberator." From this point they drifted, little by little, into recriminations; and not even the intervening river would have prevented a duel, had not Stertinius run up and laid a restraining hand on Flavus, who in the fullness of his anger was calling for his weapons and his horse. On the other side Arminius was visible, shouting threats and challenging to battle: for he kept interjecting much in Latin, as he had seen service in the Roman camp as a captain of native auxiliaries.

Tacitus Annals 2.10-11

there's a lot going on in there! Arminius switching to Latin is a detail that always makes me feel a deep kind of sadness, especially with how it's preceded by mention of their mother. I wonder what she thought of what became of her sons, on opposite sides of everything but still, inescapably, brothers. even when they want to kill each other. there sure are a lot of fucked up and unhappy brothers around. and Arminius asking about Flavus' injury............I also had a whole thing typed out about the horror of imperialism and colonization and the trauma of assimilation but I think this sets the tone better

Rome's Greatest Defeat: Massacre in the Teutoburg Forest, Adrian Murdoch

and also this, just for fun

(ibid)

this post is already a mile long, so lets add another mile to it: a little scene at the start of their conversation! tfw you go in for a hug and your younger brother who also ended up being taller starts roasting your hair style

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app⭐ko-fi

#long post #SO LONG #roman empire tag #tbh im not jazzed about using that tag when rome is not actually the setting here but i do not have a good era tag for this yet #i'll figure it out later eurhghghesuerhgh #komiks tag #arminius & flavus #idk. maybe also #eye trauma cw #anyway it's all very 'he's my brother and i need a shovel to love him' kind of deal #this (wheezing) this is an idea i had LAST YEAR but it was a solo illustration #i had it posted for about ten minutes before i decided it sucked ass and needed to be revisited as a comic #FINALLY. the idea is complete. im free. it's been bothering me to have it unfinished while the original idea was haunting my drafts #as a reminder to get it done. and now i can delete it. au revoir illustration you will not be missed

[greykolla-art]

hi listen i just wanted to say ur artstyle reminds me a lot of “the little vampire” by angela sommer-bodenburg which was my favorite saga growing up so thank u sm for reminding me of it, keep it up, u have a lot of talent !!

The little vampire is part of my autistic DNA baby!

Even though we only had 3 books translated into Icelandic.😂

the teacher read them to us during lunchtime in middle school, and it altered my brain chemistry!

#grey answers #the little vampire #der kleine vampir #all that jazz #that’s my origin story! #💕💕💕

[ultra-stormsaga]

Fenton Family Thoughts (DP x DC)

So this'll be a bit rambly, since its my first original post, but here we go!

so ghosts are made of emotion right? meaning their version of relationships is a bit different. and I'm not talking about the "fight to bond" thing, I mean that ghosts have different boundaries then humans, and if you're friends with one you'll have to set your own.

I'd say that ghosts are possessive in the "you are mine and I am yours" way, meaning that while clingy and protective, they will listen to boundaries and stop being your friend if you asked, tho they'd have a hard time with the second one.

Which makes the fenton family *fun*, because all of them are liminal and have at least SOME ghost instincts. I'd say liminals are at least capable of pretending to have human instincts, but halfas and up will have a hard time as they will show more of their non-human instincts the longer you know them.

SO, lets say this is post reveal with good fenton parents, and dan and ellie have been adopted and (in dans case) redeemed. Jazz left to be a therapist at arkham, and they followed (sam and tucker come in later).

You have jazz, liminal therapist who hasn't experienced a normal relationship in ages and has honestly forgot they can apply to her, and 3 traumatized halfas. things get *weird*.

Of course, jazz knows this is normal for their species, but from the batfams perspective shes in trouble. They probably start watching her because of the fact shes arkhams newest therapist, but get Concerned once they see her family.

it gets worse once they realize dan and ellie didn't exist a few years ago. From their perspective this looks like a changling and the fae situation! (AKA they think danny's not human anymore (or never was) and dragged his human family into it by like, changing their memories or somthn to include his non-human family.)

Jazz forgets her family isn't normal for the first few talks, but plays along once she realizes what they think is happening (the others do too).

oh and btw the halfas have been brawling like ghosts regularly so it looks like they're fighting over jazz.

then sam and tucker show up, obviously magical, and it gets worse

#original post #dpxdc #jazz fenton #danny fenton #danny phantom #ellie fenton #dan fenton #bat family

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

HI YES okay so i got incredibly inspired to make this on MULTIPLE levels, and after releasing an okay-looking chuuya sketch, i wanted to make something a little nicer. SO! ghibli art-style howl au skk @sensitiveheartless 🥹 i wasnt kidding when i said this au lives rent-free in my brain; this was a really fun exercise on a lot of levels between practicing a little different rendering, trying out the ghibli art style, and fun dynamics :3 hope you're having a good day/evening, and that this treats you well!

#original post #my art #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai osamu #bsd nakahara chuuya #soukoku #THERE WAS A TAG. WHAT WAS THE TAG #CRYING #ykw its 12 am im not gonna get too pressed over it 🥹 #sorry about the spam btw i just have;;; had a burst of inspiration #which is honestly fantastic #BUT i genuinely hope youre doing well and all that jazz :3 #im gonna... yeah i think im gonna sleep now

[mygirlhatesmyheroin]

1920s Art Deco heels

#mygirlhatesmyheroin #vintage #1920s #20s #roaring twenties #jazz age #flapper #antique clothing #antique #art deco #fashion #vintage fashion #20s fashion #don't reblog this shit saying not everything 1920s is art deco because the original source said it was art deco

[paradimeart]

For you divorce baby Au: Jetstorm and Jetfire. It's a comedy film in my mind, I can just imagine the chaos two (flying?/hovering?) baby orbs can chaos in elite guard headquarters, driving everyone nuts, dodging all the hands trying to grab them, the go to baby sitter who can keep up is Blurr.

ps. all your au's and art are amazing

i HAVE thought about the jettwins in a proto-orb scenario though its a lil different than what uve described

they cant fly until they get limbs and little baby thrusters but they sure can use their other powers. also the part about blurr i drew something stupid and then remembered rise of safeguard actually takes place during season 2. have it anyway

#blurr wouldnt be involved anyway not his monkeys not his circus #my art #orbabies #clarification also divorcebaby is ratchet with protoform optimus the general orb shenanigans are just. in the orbabies tag #jazz tfa #sentinel prime tfa #perceptor tfa #wheeljack tfa #once again not . really gonna tag the orbguys #wheeljack has a mustache and beard but no mouth. got rid of it so he wouild stop ingesting poisonous gasses #BASICALLY what happened was. well when the original refinery workers fucking Exploded the only way they were able to stay alive #w how damaged they were was for them to turn back into protoforms. so theyre kind of like. entirely different guys now. except not really t #theyre exactly the same as they were before they just fly now. but on paper they're new guys. and also fetuses at the moment #transformers animated

[hypewinter]

Jazz wasn't crazy. People might argue that burning her childhood home to the ground with her parents still inside would be an indicator of insanity. But how else was she supposed to react after coming back home from college to find out her parents had brutally killed her brother via vivisection?

Dying her hair blonde wasn't crazy either before anyone asked. Plenty of girls dyed their hair when they needed a change. Besides, she could never live with herself if she kept the same hair color as that vile woman.

Admittedly Jazz would have to secede moving to Gotham had been a little crazy but it was the perfect place to start fresh and blend in despite her "quirks". She had even picked out a nice new identity for herself.

Clearly Jazz was not crazy as she had managed to land a job at Arkham Asylum as a psychiatrist. If she were really insane would they have ever hired her? No they wouldn't have.

Jazz was not crazy. She was very much sane. Just like her precious Mr. J.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #hyper prompts #winter's tales #not sure which one this fits under more #surprise! jazz is harley quinn #do not ask me how my brain concocted this for i truly have no idea #i was merely as vessel for my own crazy thoughts in this case #btw y'all i tried to look up whether harley was a psychologist or a psychiatrist because i couldn't remember #and i got conflicting answers #i think the general consensus is she's a psychiatrist who acts like a psychologist #because most writers don't know the difference #and by general consensus i mean i saw a total of one source that had that opinion #but it makes the most sense to me so i'm running with it #the same source (reddit) as theorized that she's a double major #which also makes sense because even in her origins she's studying psychology #but she's also going to med school!? #hello?? #you don't even need to be an expert or anything #just open a dictionary! #look it up on google! #something! #anywho #her job switches depending on the era comic run writer etc #you know basic comic book shenanigans #sorry for the rant y'all #it was just so mind boggling that it actually became a little funny #so i thought i'd share

[xjustakay]

(12/01) prompt: snow — 995 words (firefighter james & his grumpy boyfriend ft. an annoying fire alarm — pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus tugs the drawstrings on the hood of the large hoodie he wears, securing it tighter over his head, dark curls poking out along the edges. He hears his brother snort at him when he pulls the too-long sleeves over his bunched fists and stuffs them into the pouch pocket, curling in on himself. He cuts a sideways glare at Sirius —Sirius, who had the forethought to snatch his coat off the hook on the wall inside their flat’s front door on their hurried way outside.

“I told you to grab your coat,” Sirius points out.

“Oh, bite me. I was half asleep,” Regulus argues through subtly chattering teeth. 

Honestly, it’s lucky he even managed to roll out of bed and get a pair of joggers and shoes on; an additional small favor that he’d already been sleeping in his boyfriend’s hoodie, at least. It’s half-past one in the morning and it’s fucking freezing outside. A handful of other tenants have also come outside, though not everyone does each time the fire alarm goes off —a couple too many false alarms for people to stay concerned, especially so late at night.

The sidewalk outside their building is icy and slick, fresh flakes of snow beginning to stick as it comes down in slow flurries. Regulus hopes that whoever’s at fault for the fire alarm going off so late is having the worst night. If it’s another eighteen year old that doesn’t know how to use a damn toaster properly, he may actually lose it.

Sirius turns toward him when Regulus presses nearer at his side. He feels childish, incredibly small, when his brother keeps his hands in his coat pockets but pulls it open to wrap both arms around him as much as he can. It’s awkward and it hardly does a thing against the biting breeze, but Sirius has always been so warm that it’s still something.

“Fire department’s here,” Sirius comments over his shoulder.

Regulus glances the direction his brother faces, dark brows lifted. He sighs in obvious disappointment, breath a cloud in front of him, when he doesn’t recognize the two firefighters that he sees go inside. 

Past the repetitive click of his teeth, he hears Sirius huff a laugh. “Relax, he’s by the truck.”

Turning fully, Regulus seeks out the specific firefighter in question. James is busy talking to one of the other building residents who’s undoubtedly questioning him about what’s going on inside. Sirius lets go of him when it becomes clear that Regulus intends to go speak with his boyfriend next.

Regulus looks down, stepping carefully around iced-over puddles and growing piles of snow, until he’s close enough to hear the sound of James’ voice. He’s reassuring the lady in front of him that everything is under control and everyone should be able to return inside to their homes soon. Regulus is buzzing in his damn skin at this point. James' hoodie and his joggers do next to nothing against the winter air, a full-body shiver shaking his frame as he slows to a stop behind where James stands.

James startles slightly as he finds Regulus standing right there when he turns around. Regulus can’t help it, he’s already glaring as if this situation has anything to do with James —he’s tired and he’s cold, okay? James seems unperturbed by his aggravation, hazel eyes flicking up and down over where he trembles, jaw still quivering.

And the absolute asshole has the audacity to laugh at him.

“Oh, love, look at you,” James coos, stepping nearer to him.

Despite the fact that he’s currently on the job, he wraps him in a tight hug, rubbing quickly up and down his back to warm him. Regulus thumps his forehead against James’ chest, ignoring that it’s not particularly comfortable with the stiff material of his yellow uniform jacket.

“Is it a toaster again?” Regulus questions irritably.

“Candle. Cat knocked it over,” James explains.

“Fucking stupid,” Regulus grumbles.

“It’s not too bad, all under control,” James continues to rub up and down along his back with both hands. “Shouldn’t be much longer, promise.”

“Your hoodie sucks,” Regulus complains, petulant.

“I mean, it would when it’s up against snow, baby,” James chuckles.

Leaning back, Regulus fixes him with an unamused look, but all it does is get James to smile at him. It’s not enough to have Regulus pull away from the warm comfort of his arms, all things considered.

“Your nose is so red,” James snorts, punctuating the statement by pressing a quick kiss to it.

Regulus scrunches it after the fact. “I’m going to get sick, I can already feel it.”

“They have these wonderful things called coats to help avoid that, you know.”

“I hate you.”

“Of course you do.” James kisses one cheek and then the next. His head turns a second later when one of the other firefighters comes out the building’s main door. “I’ve got to get back to work, love, I’m sorry.”

“How dare you, truly.”

“Mm, I know.” He leaves another lingering kiss against his forehead, murmuring against the spot, “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to go back inside to bed soon.”

“Potentially being ill is really not how I wanted to spend your weekend off, just so you’re aware.” Regulus curls in on himself once again when James’ arms regrettably drop from around him.

James tilts his head, nudges his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a playful grin appearing. “Think of how you do want to spend it, then. That ought to warm you up a bit, yeah?”

Regulus yanks one hand out of his hoodie’s pocket, wiggles it free of the sleeve, just to flip him off. James laughs and leans down to peck a rushed kiss at the held up hand before walking away to get back to work. Regulus watches him go, shaking his head slowly, but an unstoppable smile twitches at the edges of his mouth all the same.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #“kay it's barely the 1st” idc idc i'm excited #and firefighter james has been haunting me #truly badgering me for more attention #so here we are -jazz hands- #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #fic: you got the antidote #<- the origins