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divinegrey · 1 year

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val ladies of your choice reacting to fem reader who gets an ace?

ooo fun prompt!! sure can do!!!

ACED / FADE, JETT, KILLJOY, NEON, REYNA, SAGE, SKYE, VIPER X F!READER

words: warnings: mentions of blood and death, general game-related violence

FADE

The last bullet fires from the chamber of your gun, slamming into the head of the poor mirror Omen who didn’t even have time to turn and realize he’d been flanked and outnumbered.

There’s blood on your face and sand in uncomfortable places, but you did it— the mission was complete and the threat currently neutralized.

Coming around the corner with her Vandal in hand is your girlfriend, Fade, a look of shock and awe on her face.

“Oye, holy shit! You aced!”

Fade collides into you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. Though her words are excited, you feel the fear radiating off of her when you wince, holding your hand to your side (the enemy Raze had gotten lucky, but not lucky enough during your skirmish with her).

“Couldn’t have done it without you and your haunt,” you say, tucking your head into the crook of her neck. The smell of her clothes is comforting. “God, sand is so itchy.”

“Tell me about it,” Fade says, pulling away but keeping her arm around you for support as you move to regroup with the others. Under her breath, just enough for you to hear, Fade whispers, “I’m relieved that you’re okay, sevgilim.”

“I will be once Skye patches this hole in my torso,” you joke, prompting Fade to roll her eyes. Fade kisses you, and if it placates her worries, you’re all too happy to let her.

JETT

“Aye, good fucking job! Couldn’t leave any for me, could you?” Jett dashes into your line of sight, with windswept hair and a beyond proud look in her eyes. You let out a sigh of relief, lowering your gun.

You aced. You couldn’t believe it, but with the right amount of luck and placement, you had killed all five of the mirror agents attempting to steal your radianite, but not without some damage.

“I can’t let you have all the fun around here,” you reply, watching Jett twirl one of her knives in the air before catching it in her hand. “Besides, I think I get to do whatever I want with you now, right?”

At the reminder of the bet you had made with her, Jett’s face turns a rosy pink. Easy to spot with the color of her hair being as bright as it is, and you simply grin at the flustered appearance of your girlfriend.

The duelist comes over and punches your shoulder with a grumpy expression that you know is one hundred percent fake. You sling your gun over your shoulder before scooping up your girlfriend in a fireman’s carry, prompting her to attempt to wiggle free.

It’s fruitless— you carry Jett back to the Vulture, laughing as she shouts at you the entire time to put her down. When you do put her into a seat, she kicks you in the shin. You go down onto the ground, and the amount of laughing is worth the motherly side-eye that Sage gives you as she gets on the Vulture after you.

KILLJOY

“How the fuck did I just do that?” The question to yourself hangs in the air as you step over the mass of bodies left in the wake. Maybe an Odin was a good idea after all.

Skidding into view is Killjoy, sprinting to your side. She grabs onto your shoulders, then shakes you rapidly until your brain is feeling thoroughly jiggled.

“An ace! You got an ace, mein gott!” Killjoy’s excitement is through the roof. “I got footage from my turret! The way you just went in guns blazing and it worked! You did it!”

Her smile is infectious, and you find yourself grinning at your girlfriend as she, through the eyes of her turret, executes everything you did play-by-play, complete with mimed gestures and sound effects that has you smiling from ear to ear as you walk back to the Vulture.

Killjoy has always been nothing but supportive of you, especially when it comes to fighting. You always stress about being a good fragger for the team, but moments like these remind you that you have a place in the Protocol for a reason. You’re a good agent, and a great one at that, with the way Killjoy is regaling your epic moment on the battlefield.

You glance at her on the Vulture, perhaps for a few seconds too long, because Killjoy stops talking and gives you a curious look.

You shrug. “Just lookin’ at my beautiful girlfriend.”

Killjoy’s cheeks turn red, and she promptly elbows you in the stomach.

Leave it to her to turn the focus back to you. You love her anyway.

NEON

“Hoy!” Neon races into your field of view, just in time to catch you before you fall backward. Defending an entire site by yourself was not easy whatsoever, but the gunfire has stopped, so you won, right?

“Jesus, that hurts,” you say, leaning against your girlfriend’s shoulder. “Are they all dead?”

“Are they all—” Neon laughs. “You killed all of them, mahal! You aced! I couldn’t even get here in time!”

At Neon’s words, you glance over and register that there are five bodies on the ground in the tunnel where you had used your abilities to catch them off guard. You shot your entire clip’s worth of bullets into them, but you hadn’t realized it was all of them there.

“Oh, shit,” you say, a woozy step to the side paired with a laugh. “I did that?”

Neon grabs your face, pinching your cheeks. Static dances up her fingers and tingles erupt on your skin. “You did that! I was all prepared to defend B site all with Viper, scary lady, but you were over here and did it all by yourself!”

Neon lays a kiss onto your cheek, prompting you to laugh at the affection showered by your girlfriend. Always your number one supporter, especially in times like these. You’re not at all used to being a top fragger. That’s Neon’s job.

But, it does feel rewarding to have Neon all over you on the way back to base, holding you tightly the entire time and repeating phrases of happiness and pride.

REYNA

Upon scoring an ace on a mission, Reyna does nothing but congratulate you with a click of her tongue and a “Good work.”

Fairly typical for her, really.

But, back at base, you find yourself being cornered when the Empress slides into your quarters, her skin translucent and her eyes bright with what you’d call desire mixed with a little bit of danger. Reyna comes back into full form, the light of her tattoo shining on the walls of your space.

“How rude of you, cariño, to take all of my food away from me,” Reyna says, and for a moment you think she’s referencing the dinner you just ate, but it clicks. The ace.

“I can’t let you get all the glory all the time, Reyna,” you say with a nervous laugh, backing up until you hit your dresser. Reyna stalks, locking you in with her hands at your sides.

“The least you could do is share a taste, mi corazón.” Reyna grips your jaw, grinning, the points of her fangs exposed to the light. You’re reminded of how terrifying your girlfriend can be, but the thrill that rushes up your spine causes a tingle low in your stomach.

“Is this my reward?” You ask, feeling her lips ghost over yours.

“No. It’s mine.” Reyna replies, before yanking your head to the side and sinking her teeth into your jugular.

You grip onto her shoulders, gasping before melting into her grip.

Maybe you deserved it a little bit, but honestly? You’re enjoying yourself!

SAGE

You pull your head up just in time to watch your compatriots rush to your side. Your gun sits in your lap and you smile.

“I got them,” you say, your voice hardly above a whisper as you gesture to the dead agents at the other side of the field. “Ow.”

“Look at me.” The reassuring voice of Sage, your girlfriend, prompts you to meet her gaze. Turning your head, you smile at her, resting your head on the hand she places upon your cheek.

“I got them,” you repeat, and Sage nods, pride twinkling in her eyes.

“You got an ace, my love. I’m so very proud of you,” Sage says, her other hand summoning a healing orb. She presses it into your skin— at the cold sensation, you wince, gritting your teeth together, until the iciness fades and gives way to the pleasant tingle of your body stitching itself back together.

Sage focuses, eyes shut, until you feel the worst of your injuries have faded away into nothingness. With that, you’re able to stand up with her help. Sage holds you tightly with her hug, and you sink into her grasp.

“You scared me,” Sage whispers. “I didn’t hear from you after the gunfire was done.”

“Sorry,” you mutter in reply. “My ears were ringing.”

Sage pulls away, cupping your face. “No need. I am simply glad you are okay.”

With a soft kiss, you feel rejuvenated. You’re grinning from ear to ear as Sage walks with you back to the Vulture.

SKYE

You’re hounded by a dog and a bird when you finally shake off the battle adrenaline.

“Hey! Ow! Your talons hurt!” You say, swatting the bird away while simultaneously dancing around a very excited dog. He wags his tail at you, barking while dropping into a playful pose. “Skye, your dog is attacking me!”

“Oh, calm down, lass! He’s just happy!” Skye says as she walks over, brushing her hair out of her way. Then, she stretches her fingers. “Aced that one, did ya?”

“I did?” You look at your kill counter— 5 kills. “Huh, I did. I did!”

At your realization, the dog barks again, running around you in circles, then between your legs. You lean down, scratching behind the ears until the dog lets out a full body shake. Skye does a shake too, as if you were scratching an itch on her back.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe it. Thanks for flashing them, babe,” you say, resting your elbow on her shoulder.

“Please, you had that in the bag,” Skye says, ruffling your hair before pecking you on the cheek. “Now, are ya hurt? I’ve spent enough time hearing Chamber groan about a papercut today to shove some cotton in his mouth.”

“I’m okay,” you reply, and Skye’s vibrant eyes shine with pride. She wraps you up in a tight hug, scattering kisses on your face until you’re giddy and laughing. Then, without complaint, she carries you back to the Vulture, claiming you’ve done all the work, time to rest!

The rest of the day is spent snuggling with Skye and her dog, feeling the joy of a well-earned victory.

VIPER

The scientist holds her cool when you walk over, some blood smudged on your face with a lazy grin.

“Did you hear?” You ask. “I aced.”

Tilting her head to the side, Viper replies, “I did. Phoenix hasn’t shut up about it.”

Shrugging, you walk around Viper, hands on your hips. “I believe I recall you saying something about my performance earlier. Care to remind me?”

Viper exhales through your nostrils. “I said your performance was… adequate.”

“You said it was dogshit, babe, come on,” you retort, dropping your voice to a low whisper so no one else overhears.

Viper did say that— a method of encouragement, one that worked fairly well if your shining track record has anything to say about it. Round after round, you pushed through the pain and sweat to prove yourself and your worth to your girlfriend. Of course, Viper never means to make you feel less worthy, but she knows how you like to be incentivized.

Viper steps closer, pulling her mask down and leaning to your ear. “And as I said earlier, you’ll be aptly rewarded for your work today.”

You brighten instantly at her words, unable to hold back the ridiculous smile on your face. Nothing else goes said, as the others arrive, but Viper sends you another look, one full of promises. Your mind flashes to distinct sounds of pleasure, and a shiver rolls down your spine.

You can’t wait to see what Viper has in store for you. After all, you did ace. You’re a little deserving of Viper’s attention and a reward, right?

(You spend the rest of the night under her fingers once you get back to base. Worth it!)

~~~~~ A/N: thank you for reading!!

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densi-mber · 4 months

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A/N: I know it only just ended, but it’s the return of Fireman Deeks!

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The Return of Lieutenant Deeks

Deeks pulled his LAFD truck up to the address Bates had sent him, stopping outside the barrier erected around a low brick building. The two squads sent out earlier today had already left, which meant the scene was clear for Deeks to investigate. Grabbing his hard hat and jacket, he tucked them under his arm before heading toward the center of the action.

“Woah, woah, woah, you can’t be back here,” an agent said, putting up his arms to block Deeks’ path.

“You must be new here,” Deeks commented, craning his neck to see beyond the rookie agent. There were a group of cops and agents several yards off and Deeks recognized Sam’s frame among them. Kensi couldn’t be far off. “Agent Blye!” he called out.

Almost immediately, Kensi stepped out from the group, head turning in search of him. When she spotted him, she jogged over, a smile breaking over her face before she settled into a more professional expression.

“Lieutenant Deeks,” she greeted him. “You can let him through, Davis.” She nodded the younger agent, who looked deeply offended, but stepped out of Deeks’ way.

It sucked to be the new guy sometimes.

Deeks gave him an apologetic smile, and ducked under the caution tape, following after Kensi.

“I didn’t think I’d see you tonight,” she said, falling into step beside him.

“Taylor is out sick, so I got called in,” he explained. “So, what calamity is on the menu for tonight?”

“Municipal building, possible arson. We’re still figuring out the details. Which is where you come in.” Kensi offered him a smile as they drew even with the others.

“Deeks, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re here,” Sam commented once he caught sight of Deeks.

“Well, since I’m one of the few people who can actually deal with you guys,” Deeks replied, drawing a snort from Callen and a vaguely amused smile from Sam.

None of them argued, likely because they couldn’t deny that since Deeks had become acquainted with the team, their relationship with LAFD had improved significantly.

“Sure. I assume Kensi caught you up,” Callen intervened, bringing the topic back on track.

“Uh, the bullet points. What—”

Deeks’ question was interrupted by an LAPD officer running towards them.

“Agent Callen, one of my guys is trapped inside the building,” he shouted frantically.

“What the hell is doing in there?” Callen asked, and as one, they started running towards the building.

“He thought he heard something, so he went to check on it. A few minutes later, the entrance collapsed.”

“You didn’t try to break through, did you?” Deeks demanded.

“No. We didn’t want to make it worse,” the cop said.

“Good. Ok, let us get some gear on and we’ll go in,” Callen decided. “Sam, you want to grab the battering ram?”

“Nope, the only one going in there is me,” Deeks said, tugging his jacket on.

“Deeks—”

“Callen, I’m specifically trained for this.”

“God, I love it when you’re confident,” Kensi said, and Sam snorted.

“When isn’t he confident?” he commented in an undertone.

Taking Deeks’ hard hat, she pushed it down over his curls. “Go save him, Lieutenant.” She kissed him lightly. “And be careful.”

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 18 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #fireman Deeks #fireman au #ncis la #densimber #by ejzah

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 11 months

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Emily Prentiss x Sister Reader

I need more Emily requests

Request: All I can think of is Emily having a chaos gremlin of a little sister. Everyone already knows her. Emily brings her in, and said sister gets everyone else to help her prank Emily. If Tara could also be mentioned in some fashion, that'd be great!

Reader is 12

Third person pov...

Y/N Prentiss is the little sister of SSA Agent Emily Prentiss and she is a prankster and a certified chaotic Gremlin, the little 12 year old loves pranking her sister with Emily's team.

She even gets the Grumpy Unit chief Aaron Hotchner to join in on a couple of her Pranks.

It was one of those boring days at the FBI academy for the team they weren't on any cases and had lots of paperwork to do, Spencer was working digitally at his desk and was flying through the paperwork as he enjoyed it.

Behind him Derek and Emily were sat giggling loudly like children as they kept throwing rolled up pieces of paper at the poor man.

The laughter increased as they kept hitting their mark, Spencers head, the genius was non the wiser as a pile of paper was forming around him at their many failed attempts.

From the side JJ and Penelope sit and watch as Spencer doesn't realise, then a recognisable person walks through the elevator and into the bullpen.

"Hey guys!" Exclaims the girl they all love Y/N Prentiss, Penelope and JJ laugh when the girl is tackled by her older sister, Emily throws away her paper and pulls Y/N in for an one arm hug.

"Hey lil sis" she said as her sister laughs "hey Em" laughs Y/N as she struggles to get out of Emily's hold, she is the rescued by Morgan who fireman carries to 12 year old away from her sister.

Emily gasps dramatically "how dare you Derek Morgan stealing my own sister from me!" She exclaimed as Derek puts Y/N down, the giggling 12 year old manages to evade her sister and runs up the ramp to Rossi and Hotches offices.

Woth Emily hot on her tail she knocks quickly and loudly on Hotches door and ducks when he opens it, her sister isn't so lucky.

Emily had jumped into a Crouch just before the sneaking gremlin knocked on her bosses door, Hotch doesn't even question Emily as she freezes infront of his door, he then sees the source of the laughter outside his door.

"Hello again Y/N, having fun annoying your Sister?" He asks hsut about hiding a smile of his own, the 12 year old smiles innocently at the man "of course Hotch" she said before running to the safety of Penelope and JJ.

They all watch as an embarrassed Agent Prentiss stalk back to her desk after getting a look from her boss, Y/N smirks as she perches on Spencers desk.

The man had stopped writing once he heard the common behind him. "That was fun right Spence" she said to the genius who nods. "Everything is fun with you Y/N" he says before going back go paperwork rolling his eyes when he finally notices the growing pile of rolled up balls of paper around him.

"So why are you here Y/N?" Asks Penelope, the girl turns around and in a whisper says "I'm here to pull as many pranks on Emmy as possible this week" as she pulls away a smirk makes its way on both woman's faces. "Can we help." Asks JJ earning a nod from the girl.

'This will be fun' thought the 12 year old to herself.

It was 9am time to start the longest prank war ever, Y/N first goes to Penelope to get her help. "Hey pen, can you print copies saying 'this ___ is now voice activated please say ___' says the evil 12 year old making the tech analysis laugh gleefully.

"Of course my love I will" she says before getting to work on Y/N first prank. 'Because Emmy is getting on in her old age, I thought prankjng her woth pretending everything is voice activated will be hilarious' Y/N giggle evilly as Penelope finishes of printing them out for her.

Soon her prank is set in motion, Y/N,watches as Emily falls for her first prank, the woman was making coffee when she sees one of Y/N voice activated paper.

"This coffee maker is now voice activated just say what drink you want" she mutters, she the puts her cup underneath the depenser, Y/N covers her mouth with laugher as her sister actually says what the paper says to say.

The Agent gets weird looks at she talks go the coffee maker, while her Grelim sister dies of laugher in the corner, Y/N manages to get away and plans her next prank.

The next prank Y/N involves Rossi as he is the best cook, saod man is now staring at Y/N as if she had a second head. "You want me to do what for your prank?" He asks making Y/N sigh.

"All I want is brussel sprouts to be covered in chocolate ans then put in a box so Emmy will think they are chocolate and eat them simple, please Rossi!" Begs the teen.

Rossi easily gives in what even he's a softy for the young girl. "Fine" he sighs as the girl cheers.

The next day Emily finds a box of chocolates on her desk, surprised she opens it ans picks one out, Y/N is spinning around in Spencers chair and has the best seat. Just as a Emily bites into the 'chocolate' she instantly spits it back out coughing loudly.

"What the fuck!" She exclaims not noticing her sister ans the others watching with knowing eyes.

Time for the next prank.

Y/N corners JJ is her office, "I need your help. You know when Emily leaves for lunch don't you?" She asks the Blonde, JJ nods her head looking suspiciously at the teen.

"What time does Emmy take her lunch break?" She asks. "Is this for another prank?" "Yes" "then fine, she takes it at 12pm everyday and is gone for 15 minutes, now tell me" Says the blonde.

Y/N excitedly tells the blonde what she's going to do. "Okay so it involves bread and lots of it"

Later that same day Emily leaves at lunch Y/N gets to work, with the help of JJ the two open and dump out two loafs of bread into Emily desk and in all the draws nothing is left unbreaded.

Y/N is laughing uncontrollably at the face Emily will make, "quick she will be back soon" Yells JJ and the two make themselves look innocent before Emily walks back in and goes to ber desk.

"What the fuck" she yells as piles of bread is in every one of her draws and on top of her desk. In JJs office the two are laughter uncontrollably as they hear Emily's yell from the bullpen.

Y/N next accomplice is Spencer. The man is busy at his desk before Y/N appears scaring the daylight put of him. "Hello Y/N" he says not liking thr evil grin on the girls face. "Heyy spence, just wondering how many sticky notes would you need to cover a car?" She asks making the genius roll his eyes.

"Another prank for Prentiss?" He asks earning a nod from the girl. "Fine, about 5,000 sticky notes, do you need help?" He asks making the girl jump up from his desk and start dragging him away from the building.

For the next couple hours to two work together to cover Emily car in sticky notes, some how the arw done before the day is over so they wait until Emily comes down to the parking lot.

Hours later Emily arrives to her car, the black haired woman just laughs when she sees her car. "Seriously!" She exclaims as Y/N and Spencer high five each other prank complete.

Next one Y/N hunts down Derek. She easily finds him and corners him, "Hey can you distract Emmy for me it's for a prank" she says, Derek is to happy not to help her.

As Derek distracts Emily, Y/N goes into action and grabs a piece of paper and writes on it before grabbing lots of tape and begins taping it to the bottom on Emily's mouse.

When Derek finishes distracting Emily he goes back go his desk woth Y/N at his side, the two watch as Emily tries to use her mouse but finds that she can't, the black haired woman get annoyed with it and turns it around only to find a piece of paper taped to the sensor with 'Ha ha ha ha ha' written all over it.

Pissed off she throws the mouse away. Derek discreetly high fives the trouble maker next to him, Y/N watches Hotches office "now for the Boss" she mutters.

For the last prank Y/N knocks on Hotches office and walks in when he calls. "Still pranking your Sister Y/N, what do you need me to do?" He asks getting straight to it.

Y/N smirks. "All you need to do I'd be yourself but not" she says mysteriously making Hotch raise his eyebrow at the girl he was expecting something more evil.

Throughout the day Hotch would just appear and ask Emily random questions about her cases making the woman paranoid at every movement. But thr end of the day the whole team was having way to much fun messing with Emily.

When Y/Ns alast day arrived she gathered the team in the bullpen. "Well its been fun but I have to go Mother is expecting me back" she says rolling her eyes but then looks at Emily. "I've had the best fun this week guys, thanks for helping out" she says making Emily glare at her.

"It was you who's been messing with me all week, you even got my team involved!" Exclaims Emily making a grab for Y/N who hides behind the closes perosm who happens to be a woman Tara Lewis who was new to the team.

While Emily was distracted Y/N made her get away. Tara looks at thw team "Your repretation proceeds you" Says the Dr as the team laugh and fill her in on what she missed.

The end!

Hoped you like this oneshot, this was fun to write, as usual sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count: 1783

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #x sister reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x sister reader #prank #chaotic little gremlin

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ranahan · 4 months

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Agent nouns in Mando’a

No, not the 007 kind. I mean different ways to derive words for a “doer” in Mando’a. There are half a dozen different ones. I’ve included some examples, but not an exhaustive list of all the instances these suffixes/derivations appear in the canon dictionary.

In no particular order (because tumblr on mobile doesn’t allow me to drag these into a more logical order):

-ad

As a noun, ad means “a child”. It’s kind of hard to say whether it should be analysed as a suffix or as a part of a compound word in derived words. Whichever way, in derived words the meaning is “person”, somewhat like “man” in English words like foreman, fireman, Englishman, etc. In demonyms, it’s perhaps best translated as “a child of…”. It also appears in other types of nouns and some adjectives, but that’s a story for another time.

In canon, it appears in words such as:

Alor’ad, (n.) ‘captain’ < alor (‘leader’) + ad

Ramikad, ‘commando’ < ram’ika ‘raid’ + ad, “raider”.

Kyramud, ‘assassin’ < kyram (‘death’) + ad (ad dissimilates to -ud)

Mando’ad, (n.) ‘a Mandalorian’, “child of Mandalore” < mando (‘mandalorian’) + ad

+1 non-canon example, since I promised to explain my reasoning for deriving the word for a pilot from sen (‘fly’) + ad > senad (rather than one of the other suffixes): it’s not that I think -ad is the only one or even the most common way to derive a noun for a profession—rather, it’s my observation that pilots seem to hold flying as something that’s more than just a job, and more like a part of their identity. And I wanted the word for a pilot to reflect that. So this one is for all the pilots in my family tree.

-ur

Nominal suffix which seems to denote a doer or an instrument (we also get it in gaanur, ‘hand tool’ < gaan (‘hand’) + ur).

Baar’ur, (n.) ‘a medic’ < baar (‘body’) + ur. My take on this word is that it’s rather like English “physician”, which derives (via French and Latin) from Ancient Greek φυσικός, which means ‘natural’ or ‘physical’. I tend to think that baar’la also means ‘bodily, corporal’ (I’m hardly original in this, my dictionary file lists no less that four authors for baar’la).

Cabur, ‘protector, guardian’ < *cab- (‘protect’) + ur

-ii

A nominal suffix denoting a doer, also used in demonyms (but not professional titles, at least not in the small canon sample). My take on -ii is a neutral agent suffix, much like English -er. It also appears in demonyms, which I’ve written about in here. The tldr is that I think it’s a neutral suffix—but it can be derogatory depending on the context.

Parjii, ‘victor, winner’ < *parj- (‘win’) + -ii

Aruetii, ‘outsider’

Kaminii, ‘Kaminoan’ < Kamino + -ii

-aar

Short. Punchy. I don’t know what else to say.

Chakaar, ‘thief’ < *chak- (‘steal’) + -aar, “stealer, robber”.

Senaar, ‘a bird’ < *sen- (‘fly’) + -aar, “flyer”.

Galaar, ‘a hawk’ < *gal- (‘plunge, plummet, dive’) + -aar. Literally “plummet-er” or “diver”, after its characteristic way of hunting.

-an

This is a fun one. As an independent word, it means ‘all’. As a suffix, it has a couple of different collective senses. When forming an agent noun, the best way I can formulate the meaning is X-an > “one who can all X”.

So cuyan < cuyir (‘to be, exist’) + an is not just any kind of a exister or liver, it’s one who lived through it all, i.e. a survivor.

And a goran < *gorar or possibly *gor + an, is not just any maker or creator, but one who can make everything (or everything that counts, anyway), i.e. a smith, an armourer.

Aran, ‘guard’ < *ar- (my best damn guess is this root means ‘against’) + an, so “one who can (stand) against everything”, probably.

Compound words

I’m still working out the compound word rules in Mando’a so take this analysis with a big heaping of salt. Most compound word titles/agent nouns seem to be a combination of a verb and a noun (like English “woodcutter”) and they don’t need a suffix in addition (“woodcut” rather than “woodcutter”).

First we have a couple of N + V (without the verbal suffix) type compounds. This compound noun type is really common in Mando’a in general.

Gotabor, ‘engineer’ < gota (‘machine’) + bor(ar) (‘work’), “machine-worker”.

Meshurkaan, ‘jeweler’ < meshurok (‘gemstone’) + hokaan(ir) (‘cut’), “gem-cutter”.

The V + N compound word type seems equally well attested:

Tay’haai, ‘archivist, reporter’ < *tay- (‘hold, preserve’) + *haai (probably ‘’), either “hold-truth” or “hold-see(ing, maybe?)”. The problem is, we don’t have a definition for haai. There’s haa’it (‘vision’) and haa’taylir (‘to see’), but no haai. The -i is a noun suffix, so that makes me tentatively place that as a noun.

Al’verde, ‘commander’ < *al- (‘lead’) + verde (‘soldiers’), “soldier-leader” or “lead soldiers”.

Demagol, ‘’ < dem(ar) (‘carve’) + agol (‘flesh’), “flesh-carver” or “carve flesh”.

Others

Sometimes what looks like a verbal suffix -Vr is actually a noun. There are enough of these in the dictionary that it’s either not just zero derivation or it’s a really common one (especially -ar).

Alor, ‘leader’ < *al- (‘lead’) + or

Hibir, ‘student’

Mirci’t, ‘prisoner’. Honestly, this one has a noun suffix that’s otherwise exclusively applied to things, not people. Proceed with caution if you want to take it as an example.

This is my (not exhaustive) analysis based on Traviss’ word list and other works, but I am of course not Karen Traviss and neither do I have access to her notes. If you disagree on something, let me know in the comments or even better, post your own analysis as a rebuttal.

#mandoa #mando’a #mando’a language #mando’a linguistics #ranah talks mando’a #mando'a #mando’a morphology #mando’a analysis

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 7 months

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Do you know of any fics where Blaine is in danger?

Wow - that's quite a wide ask. It depends on what sort of danger! There's all the tabs for abused!Blaine; orphan!Blaine; kidnapped!blaine; dark!Blaine, badboy!Blaine or just danger as he's a solider; police or fireman; or famous! Or just the canon, where he's beaten up or in danger from racial abuse or homophobes. Here are some to start!

Lost Boy by myownpatronus

On September 20, 1999, Pam and James Anderson’s world was shattered when their youngest son, Blaine, was abducted from a local park. Twelve years later, after pain, healing, and tireless searching, the family is reunited in a most unexpected way. But the boy who comes home to them isn’t the same one they lost so long ago. Each member of the Anderson family has to learn to change and grow together as a lost boy is found once more.

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Unfound Family by @tonks42

After years in foster care, finding himself moving in with a new family has become all too frequent of a routine for Blaine. But in the aftermath of an attack at a school dance, Blaine finds himself living with a family that’s like nothing he’s experienced before. Life at the Berry’s home is a whole new world. Despite his struggles at McKinley and having to learn to live with Rachel, he doesn’t want to move on, especially considering the new friendship he’s forming with Kurt and the glee club everyone keeps trying to convince him to join.

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The Warbler by TheWhiteOwl

Kurt is a famous actor and singer who gets threatening messages and phone calls. One night his house is attacked and his manager suggests him to hire a bodyguard… Or better a whole team, the Warblers. Things just turn more complicated when Kurt finds out that the Warblers’ leader is none other than Blaine Anderson, his former one-night stand.

Note: Part 1 of the The Warbler series

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Westerville Abbey by @hkvoyage

Blaine is the second son of the earl of Westerville, and is considered the spare heir. After his 18th birthday, he attends the London Season to fulfill his duty of finding a wife. He soon realizes he is more attracted to the new footman. Kurt, who has just arrived at Westerville Abbey to work alongside his father, becomes equally as smitten with the earl’s youngest son. Will Blaine and Kurt be able to overcome their class differences in 1910s England? Will their forbidden love survive WW1? A Downton Abbey inspired historical Klaine AU.

Note: Part 1 of Westerville Abbey series

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Go Your Own Way by zavocado

Kurt Hummel just wants to get through his Junior Year at McKinley in one piece. But when the new guy from Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys takes an alarming interest in him, he’s certain he’s going to be in for a wild ride. Badboy!Blaine, Klaine, AU

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Worthless/Priceless by captain pihkal and @anxioussquirrel

Kurt buys a beaten and abused Blaine at a slave market and helps him get better.

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Catch me if you can By afterthenovels

In the end, catching Kurt Hummel is definitely not what Blaine expected.

Special Agent Blaine Anderson catches con-man and art thief extraordinaire Kurt Hummel twice, and on the second time they strike a deal. They're supposed to just solve white collar crimes together, but they might even end up solving each other in the process.

A White Collar AU.

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #blaine in danger

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ejzah · 8 months

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The Agent and the Fireman, Part 15

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Deeks managed to get his arms in front of him before he hit the ground, saving his face from a face full of gravel but the impact drove all the air from his lungs with a painful whoosh. He couldn’t hear anything past the ringing in his ears.

The weight on his back lifted, making it slightly easier to breathe.

“Deeks. Deeks, are you ok?” Kensi demanded from above him, her voice tinny and faint. He rolled over with a groan, pressing a hand to his chest. Kensi leaned over him, her eyes wild with concern as she grabbed his shoulders.

“Ye—” His response was interrupted by a grating cough, that crackled up his throat. “Yeah, I’m ok.” His ears were still ringing slightly and it felt like the entire building had landed on his chest, but he was alive. “Yeah. Your cheek.”

He reached up where a thin line of blood streaked down from her cheek bone to her jaw.

“I’m fine,” she insisted. “You’re looking a little rough though.”

Beside them, Callen and Sam were getting to their feet. “Everybody ok?” Sam asked, his voice raspy. He pressed his finger to his ear. “Castor, you clear?”

Once Sam ascertained there weren’t any casualties, Kensi offered Deeks a hand, and he stood, shaking shrapnel from his hair. Now that the initial shock was over, he felt the sting of little cuts along his exposed skin.

Billows of smoke poured from the partially demolished factory, flames flickering from where the roof once was. It had already created a dark cloud around them, bits of debris still lingering in the air.

“We need to get farther away in case there’s a secondary explosion,” he warned. “We have no idea what might be stored in there.”

“As soon as we secure the area. The bomb squad is on the way, but it might be too unstable for them to safely get close enough to check,” Callen said, leading them back across the street. “The second team’s making sure there aren’t any civilians we missed.”

Deeks eyed the building nervously; it was one thing when he entered a burning structure with protective gear and the training to recognize a worthwhile risk. An NCIS Agent with only a bullet proof vest and rifles against possible blazing fire was an entirely different story.

Callen, and Kensi had started rooting around the nearby alleyway, and he could see Sam sizing up the the main entryway.

Hey, everyone needs to get back,” Deeks repeated, taking on an authoritative tone. He saw both Sam and Callen turn to him in surprise. He didn’t give them time to object again. “You may be lead in this case, but I know fire better than any of you.” The sounds of sirens signaling the approach of trucks and squad cars reached them. “Let us check it out before you go running in.”

He expected more pushback, a reminder about their federal status, but Sam looked more impressed than anything, and Callen relented with a nod.

“Ok, we’ll follow your lead then.”

They moved towards the adjacent building as a group, the other team of agents led by Agent Castor joining them after a minute.

“Don’t you think it’s a little hypocritical of you to preach caution after some of the stunts you’ve pulled?” Kensi asked once they were at a safer distance.

“Probably,” Deeks agreed. “I’ve seen some nasty things with fire over the years. It sneaks up on people. Besides, I know you guys like to bend protocol. Do you not approve?”

“Actually, I thought it was…very attractive,” Kensi replied with a sly grin. “I always do when you stand up to us like that.”

“Ooh, interesting.”

The arrival of emergency vehicles ended their conversation, and Deeks headed off to grab an extra set of gear and assist with the fire while the others coordinated securing the scene.

“Be careful!” Kensi called after him.

He lost track of her in the melee of it all. First, they let the bomb squad analyze the remains for further signs of explosive devices before taking over. Since most of the outer infrastructure was concrete, it didn’t take long to extinguish the remaining fire.

Deeks and a fire investigator did a walk through to ensure it would be safe for further investigation. When they were finished, he sought out Kensi, Sam, and Callen again.

“Did you find anything?” Callen asked.

“Whatever might have been there is long gone,” Deeks answered Callen’s question grimly. With a frustrated sigh, he tugged his safety helmet off, ruffling his matted hair. “The interior is completely gutted aside from anything metal or stone-based. We were so close.”

“Hey, we’ve closed down one of his avenues,” Kensi pointed out. “Eventually, he’s going to run out of places to hide.”

“Well, we still have his mother at—”

Deeks held up a hand, interrupting Sam mid-sentence. “How many officers did LAPD send?”

“Nine,” Kensi responded instantly. “Why?”

“Because now there’s 10. Guy at your 6 o’clock.” While keeping his body and head oriented towards Kensi, he watched the man lingering near the caution tape. “He’s got a clipboard, and appears to be collecting evidence, but the fit of his vest is a little off, and he’s about McHenry’s height.”

“You’re sure?”

Kensi shifted her body so she was facing Callen, and snuck a discreet glance beyond him.

Deeks inclined his head. “I can’t be positive, but he hasn’t gotten within three yards of anyone else and we know he’s returned to at least one scene previously.” He brushed Kensi’s shoulder in warning as the man turned around, and she hastily looked away.

Callen slowly scanned the entire area, pausing in the direction Deeks had indicated for a few extra seconds. “Ok, don’t make any fast moves, we’ll try to get close enough to him without making him suspicious. Keep an eye on him while we get reinforcements.”

Callen and Sam took off towards the lead LAPD officer.

“Too late,” Kensi growled a minute later. “He’s on the move.”

Sure enough, the man had started walking in the opposite direction, heading away from the man road and building.

Kensi put a hand on Deeks’ arm as he started to pursue. “Wait, where are you going?”

“You really want him to get away again?”

Kensi considered his question for a few seconds, and then dropped her hand, letting out another growl. “C’mon,” she said, which was all the encouragement Deeks needed to break into a run, Kensi easily keeping pace with him.

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A/N: Ooh, look at that, we’re getting closer! I hope you’re still enjoying this story, fireman Deeks, and all the many liberties I take with fire protocol.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #fireman Deeks #firefighter au #Deeks is hot #the agent and the fireman #part 15 #mild drama #mild whump #Deeks whump #ejzah fanfiction

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sapphiel · 3 days

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комwhat are the positions of the express employees? I just don't understand English well.

Specter and Careen - conductors, those who collect tickets from the passengers. They both also serve as the higher authorities for the staff, with Specter being higher than Careen Kaz - stoker, aka fireman/firewoman, the one who "stokes" the train's furnace with fuel Klaus and Judith - servers, a butler and maid, respectively Daziel - engineer, guy who maintains all of the train's mechanisms and parts in good condition McDee - locomotive driver, the guy who drives the train. This is NOT the same thing as a conductor, and McDee DOES NOT have a higher authority than the others. Landon - sign operator Bublin - passenger entertainer Gerald - literally the engine Cel - the janitor Stovik and Mavis - chefs, with Stovik being the head chef Levi - the porter, aka luggage carrier The Dispatcher - the dispatcher, aka the one who signals when a train is leaving or departing Jasper and Evelyn - station agents, aka the ones who tend to incoming and outgoing passengers in the station. Evelyn has a higher rank than Jasper, so she is the station master.

#incredibox express #non art #rayanswers

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darckcarnival · 1 year

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"Gotta say you rock those shades Darck" from Raymon:3 (nightlyvisitor)

@nightlyvisitor

Darck smirked at the man, pleased by the compliment that Ray had given. Just a couple of smaller movements given, a tilt of the head, and shift of stance- and the light was gleaming off one purple lense. Glinting. A well trained motion to manage just such the perfect awareness and angle.

"Why, Raymon~, you certainly know how to flatter. Thank you. I'm quite proud of them, and besides, gotta rock the iconic look, wouldn't you say~?" Her voice was filled with amusement, and perhaps a bit of playful lilt. Her hand slowly reaching out in an offering of a hand shake. "How have you been? It's been a hot minute."

#nightlyvisitor #Fireman Made Agent || nightlyvisitor Raymon #Work Invoice :: Asks #Creeper Gonna Creep :: Darck In Character

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half-dead-ham · 1 year

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The truth, all of it

Oh hoho, lookie what we got here, but chapter 13 of Tim Drake's I.E.F! Gonna try this for a bit, see how yall like it.

Tw for: dissection, trauma, torture, and PTSD flashbacks

So.

Apparently the ghost kid freaking out made him dangerous, not that dangerous kids were especially rare in this house.

Jason watched as Tim ushered the young adults and one soup thermos out of the sitting room to "Where phantom felt the safest," whatever the hell that meant. He knew of some quiet places in the manor, remembered snuggling up in some to read the books he'd nicked from the library as a kid. But where the ghost kid felt comfortable? Could’ve been in the walls, for all he knew.

That was Tim’s problem to deal with, though, not Jason’s. Jason’s job was to dispose of the bodies, so to speak. He spared a glance at the two. The agents hadn’t crumpled well in their stiff suits, sections keeping their bodies upright while letting them bend in others, making it look like they had fallen asleep kneeling. He nudges one in the side with his boot, testing to see just how out of it they were. Dude didn’t even groan. He nudges them a little harder and the guy tips over onto his side, still no stirring.

Bruce huffed as he grabbed the other agent by the lapels, trying to drag him out the door but surprised by the resistance. That wasn’t normal. Jason grabbed his own guy, now that he was done playing, and strained as he tried to pull the agent along by his wrists. He didn’t get very far before he had to drop them like a sack of potatoes.

The hell were these guys made of?

Jason liked to think he was pretty strong, stronger than most of his siblings, but trying to drag these agents through the hall was like trying to drag a truck. These guys looked like they weighed maybe two-hundred pounds at most, something wasn’t adding up here and Jason felt it had something to do with the way their suits held them up.

After tugging his agent into the hallway he dropped him onto his back and moved to stand over top of him. Jason crouched, moving to carefully pop open the agent's white suit jacket so that the front slid open and off. The thud the open jacket made as it hit the floor was enlightening and concerning, but Jason continued to strip the guy of his suit jacket all the same, coming out with a man that actually felt his weight once it was completely off.

Now, instead of dragging the guy through the halls like some eighties cartoon he could actually fireman carry them, easily passing Bruce in the hallway as he was struggling to get his agent through. He couldn’t stop from grinning at the strain on the old man’s face as he went. And the confusion that twisted it as he noticed Jason carrying the ass in white like dog food. He sped up just as Bruce opened his mouth- probably about to ask how he wasn’t dying under the weight of the guy on his shoulder, turning a corner before he could get a word out.

If the old man wanted answers he could find them himself.

Jason made good time to Bruce's office, going behind the desk and accidentally slammed the agent's arm between the heavy oak desk and his hip, probably bruising it.

Oops.

With little remorse for the ass on his shoulder he hip-checked the worn desk chair out of the way, probably giving the guy another bruise, turned the hands of the old grandfather clock and stepped into the passage leading to the batcave.

Served the ass right for nearly breaking his wrist.

One quick ride down the elevator and Jason was in the Batcave, walking down the access stairs, past the huge ass computer, the medbay and the training room to a small fortified room set with a table and two chairs. Jason dragged one of the chairs away from the floor with his foot, far enough for him to dump the dead weight on his shoulder. He made quick work of zip tying the guys hands and feet both to the chair before searching the guy for weapons.

The most obvious thing he peeled off the guy was the sci-fi blaster the agent had strapped under his armpit. Looked like a star-wars prop, if star-wars props were painted silver and neon green. It had surprisingly good balance despite its outlandish appearance, he placed it onto the table he had moved over to the wall for better cataloguing. Next was removing the less obvious things on the agent's body. Anything that looked even remotely suspicious had to go, and there ended up becoming a surprising pile of little gadgets from around his person.

About halfway through his strip search Bruce had come in and set his agent down on the remaining chair, zip tying his much the same as his.

Damn, seemed he found the deshelling trick quicker than Jason thought he would. He kept searching as Bruce started his own gadget pile on the table, removing two silver metal bracelets, the belt, the earwig, anything remotely mechanical. Which happened to be a lot.

Finally he thinks he’s gotten all of the little gadgets out from under the guys clothes just as Dick stumbles in with the agents discarded jackets, huffing and puffing at the unnatural weight of the garments. Setting them down right next to the table roughly, Dick has to take a minute to even out his breathing, putting one hand on his knee and the other as a brace against the wall.

“What… are these things… made out of?” He manages to wheeze out between gulps of air.

Jason can only shrug as he walks out of the room to the lockers, figuring it best to change to Red Hood before the agents wake up. He makes good time with his change, putting on his domino last but keeping his helmet off for convenience, keeping it on him instead.

Walking out with his helmet under his arm he made notice of Dick, now standing over at the batcomputer looking over the security cameras. He watched as Dick switched to a hallway camera just as two people entered the frame, walking hand in hand down the corridor leading to the backyard. One looked to be Tim, but Jason couldn’t recognize the second one, even if he shared the batdoption traits.

Before Jason could begin to ask who that was (though he had an idea) Bruce stalked out of the interrogation room up to the computer, startling Dick to close the camera feed and open it to the GIW files Tucker had given Cass on the flash drive. When did his sister have time to get down to the cave?

Looking around he did manage to spot Cass in the sitting area, lounging on one of the couches as though she had been there the whole time. Knowing her she probably had.

Bruce places a few items on the side table for later inspection before moving to the monitor, sitting down in the swivel chair and taking a cursory glance at the file names listed on the drive. The files all had what looked like dates on them, and upon opening one it revealed more files with locations and random numbers. Jason looked on at these files in confusion, the locations all seemed to open up images of damaged buildings, roads and parts of nature. Seems like records of property damage then? Bruce backs out of the dated folder to then click on one of the folders marked with a number.

This file had a lot less in it, just a video and a document file. Moving the cursor, Bruce opened up the video first.

It was horrible, even with leaving out the details. The video played out like a research diary, except it started focusing on a lab table. The scientist’s monologue is the usual for testing videos; date, time, experiment number, but then it got into subject number, and the camera moved. A being in an animal cage, both it and the bars of the cage glowing a familiar green.

White cloaked guards manhandled the being out of the cage, struggling as they strapped the being down to the table as the scientist watched on. Once glowing straps securely held the being down, the guards backed off to out of shot, leaving the scientist to produce a rolling tray of various tools.

Not long after the screaming started.

Jason had heard screaming, practically a part of the job at this point. But this screaming shook something in his core. The beings' pain and fear sung through the speakers to convey levels of emotion Jason personally didn’t think possible. After just a few minutes Jason had to turn away, noticing Dick had already done the same.

At the ten minute mark Bruce finally shut the wailing off, the silence following only leaving the echoes of pain in Jason’s soul. Jason had never thought himself an empath before now, but just hearing that was making every old ache and scar itch and burn as though they were still healing.

Glancing again at Dick told him he wasn’t necessarily alone in that sentiment.

A deep sigh resonated from the chair in front of the computer, deep and tired. Bruce exited the video, then the folder. He opened a few others, all showing the same -if not more- files and videos just like the first. With each folder opened the wailing echo in Jason’s head was replaced by the screaming of the pit. Green seeped into the corners of his vision, hushed voices ringing in his head to eviscerate-destroy-avenge and amplifying the haunted memory of the creature's voice.

The heated whispers were almost getting to be too much, the green in his vision almost encompassing when a sound startled him out of his rage. His vision cleared, and he turned away from the computer, surprised to see Dick had moved closer to him. More noise was coming from the descending elevator now, and as it opened three figures stumbled out, their faces frozen in shock and awe as they took in the cave.

Seemed the guests were good at finding things they weren’t supposed to.

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Tucker watched as Danny pulled a crushing Tim Drake-Wayne down the hall, if he wasn’t so happy at seeing his friend again he’d almost be jealous. Danny was lucky; dude found a teenage billionaire vigilante and somehow seduced him by being an invisible ghost and punching his brother in the face, and not just any teenage billionaire, mother fuckin' Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Ancients, he was gonna bug them so hard for tech upgrades when they got together.

Sam spoke what everyone there was thinking first as they watched the two round a corner out of sight.

“They’re gonna get together, aren't they?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Only a matter of time.”

She huffed and started walking in the opposite direction the boys went, back to the entryway. Tucker and Jazz fell in line beside her as they made their way back at a more leisurely pace.

“Who do you think’ll confess first?” He asked absently, eyes trailing along the fancy wallpaper and swinging between the light fixtures.

“Dunno,” Sam replied just as relaxed. “Knowing Danny he hasn’t even realized he’s crushing on Mr. Vigilante CEO. If it comes down to it, could we always set them up?”

They both chuckled at that, Danny was pretty dense with his feelings sometimes. The on-again off-again thing he and Sam had was proof of that much, even managing to date Valerie somewhere in the middle of it. Then that small stint he had with Wes threw them for a loop, so it was a fifty-fifty chance of him actually asking Tim out, let alone actually realizing what he’s feeling is more than just something his core is making him do.

Honestly, being the best friend of a half-ghost could be so tiring sometimes.

Tucker stumbled, not noticing that Jazz had stuck her hands out in front of him and Sam until she was pushing him back with it. He looked up to see her gazing intently at something just down the hall. Following her gaze Tucker spotted another one of the Waynes, Dick was it? (Ancients, does he really go by Dick?) He looked to be struggling, stumbling down the halls with his arms full of white fabric bunched in odd ways.

“Dude looks like he’s having a hard time,” Sam lowered her voice so as not to be heard by the eldest Wayne adoptee.

“Think we should help?” Tucker asked, matching her volume level readily.

Jazz kept her gaze steady as Dick teetered back and forth down the hall. They all knew just how much those jackets weighed, had looked into their production when it had gotten harder to stun the suits with ecto-weapons. The fact that he was carrying two, even with the strain he was showing, Tucker could admit it was impressive.

“Where is he going with those?” Jazz broke through Tucker’s thoughts with the question.

Both teens looked at each other from around the tall woman, without an answer and equally as curious. Tucker shifted his duffle on his shoulder so that it made less noise while he walked.

“We following him then?” It wasn't a question.

No one made a noise in agreement, they all just started creeping behind the eldest Wayne child as he stumbled through the house on unsteady legs, stopping every so often to gulp down lungfuls of air. Twists and turns eventually led them to a room with double doors, and they watched from around a corner as Dick turned the handle and entered. A shared look between the three and they were up to the doors themselves, listening in on anything that Dick or any others could be saying.

Silence.

Tucker frowned as only a soft click met his ear as they tried listening in. Weird, they were all sure they’d seen Dick go through this door. They should at least be hearing those soft curses they were hearing from Dick before, but the room on the other side was dead silent.

Before he or Jazz could call her off Sam had her hand on the handle, turning the ornate iron and opening the door to a very nice looking office or study. A lot of warm browns and well worn wood greeted the trio, very nice in Tucker’s opinion, though he’d like a little more tech space if he were to have something like this.

“What the zone? We saw Dick come through this door, right?”

Another look around the room. No Dick, no jackets, and no other doors the eldest Wayne could’ve made his escape through.

“Huh,” the only signs Tucker could see that anyone had been in the study recently was the desk chair against the wall, probably intentional, but why?

Something’s fishy.

Tucker walked along the wall, scanning the bookshelves for anything off. In his periphery he could see Sam doing the same, sliding books out of the shelf every so often and dragging her nails across the spines. Jazz kept near the door, her face twisted as she did… something, he wasn’t sure what.

“Do you guys… Hear that?” She asked quietly after a few minutes of searching, her eyes trained on something near the desk, but from where Tucker was standing he couldn’t follow her gaze. Cocking his head to the side, Tucker tried to listen to what Jazz was hearing. They all had enhanced senses because of the long-term ecto-contamination, but Jazz’s was better than Tucker’s and Sam’s both.

“No?” He questioned, looking around the room again as if trying to find anything out of place.

“Exactly!” Jazz exclaimed as she speed walked across the room, rounding the desk to the grandfather clock against the wall. Tucker shared a look with Sam before meeting the red head there, the elder sibling pouring over the old clock and pressing any little thing that remotely looked pressable.

Confused, Tucker tried focusing on the clock again, before realizing.

The clock was broken. There wasn’t any sound because the clock was broken.

Why would a billionaire have a random broken clock in a well used office?

Frantically Tucker started aiding Jazz in the search of the hidden mechanism, there had to be one if this is the room Dick disappeared in. Coincidences don’t happen often in their line of work, after all.

Sam was the one to find the way in, taking a step back to look at the clock as a whole instead of looking at the minute details. After a small time she moved, using her finger to gently move the minute handle of the clock face clockwise. It clicked in place on the way down, and then there was the turning of gears behind the wood, spinning mechanisms whirring and clicking back as the clock moved out of the way to reveal a passage.

“Holy shit,” Tucker breathed as he peaked his head into the dark hall.

Jazz stood up from her crouch and went down the totally-not-a-murder hallway first. Sam followed behind quickly, much to Tuckers' chagrin. Personally he’s had just about enough of eccentric rich people’s creepy secret entrances to the unknown, had too much of that with Vlad when he was still trying to marry Maddie and make Danny his son.

“Tucker, c’mon!”

With a deep sigh Tucker replied, “Coming…”

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“Holy shit,” the one in the hat, Tucker? Murmured as he stumbled out of the elevator.

Jason had to chuckle at his gobsmacked expression.

Yeah, that's basically everyone’s reaction.

A soft chuckle came from Dick, and an even softer one from the couches as their guests came stumbling down the stairs, gawking at every little thing. Tucker seemed to be especially taken with the computer towering behind Bruce as the man glowered at the trio.

“How did you get down here?” Bruce all but demanded, paranoid bastard.

None of the out of towners seemed to care about his tone, the two shorter ones keeping their eyes on all the souvenirs from Bruce’s exploits while the bombshell focused her hard, sexy stare on Bruce.

God that look would make his knees jelly if she happened to direct it at him.

Dick cleared his throat from next to him and they all collectively turned their gazes onto him and Jason, including Jazz’. Thank every deity out there that her gaze softened or Jason might have started blushing. Then he’d never hear the end of it.

“You wanna tell us how you got down here? This isn’t exactly the easiest place to find,” he repeated for Bruce in a much friendlier tone.

They all paused to look at him, saying nothing before the other one, Sam, snorted and moved to sit in the break area by Cass.

“Saw you carrying those agents’s armored coats and followed you down,” she stated on her way over, as though she'd followed him to the kitchen and not to the batcave. Dick sighed deep, probably wondering how they’d tailed him without training, before glancing at Jason. Jason, who wasn’t giving a shit and still staring at the fiery haired beauty gliding towards him.

Oh, oh fuck, he was blushing so hard right now, wasn't he?

He’d expected hoped she would stop near him, maybe talk to him a little, but Jazz’s eyes stayed focused on their target. She walked right past Jason, the smell of citrus trailing behind her as she strutted up to stand before Bruce, still glowering at them collectively from his chair.

Tucker had followed behind her, he noticed as he tried to distract himself, though instead of stopping like the taller one of them had, he continued straight to the computer itself, practically salivating as he inspected the thing while muttering to himself in nerd-speak.

A soft “how?” came from the break area, not defensive (his sister never needed to be defensive with her brothers around) but curious as she appraised the girl sitting across from her. Jason leaned on a support rail, getting a good view of both the glare down by the computers (and the tech talk Dickie was dragged into beside them) as well as the sitting area with the girls.

Sam gave Cass an appraising glance and half shrug before replying. “If you’re asking how we got down here then it's pretty easy,” her face grew into a wicked grin. “We’ve had more than enough practice finding hidden entrances in the homes of suspicious rich people, you were doomed as soon as we found that room empty.”

While that was a mildly concerning statement from someone no older than Tim, Jason knew the trouble regular teenagers could get into. These teens were anything but normal. He was cut off from saying anything remotely reminiscent of that fact, though, by the glaring match by the batcomputer coming to an end thanks to Jazz, who was quickly becoming one of Jason’s favourite people on this earth for more than just her looks.

“You need to apologize to my brother.”

The Bat said nothing, simply raising an eyebrow at the demand as he laced his fingers together under his chin.

“My brother has far too many problems on his shoulders right now, to be worried about what you think of him, and I have half a mind to take him away from this house right now with all the stressors you’ve given him alone. Not to mention the panic attacks,” she continued, Bruce’s eyebrow slowly lowering back down to his signature frown.

“Mrs. Fento-”

“Do not call me that,” she snapped. “That name has brought me and my brother nothing but pain and despair. I don’t need anyone, let alone some traumatized, selfish man with too much money to feed his repressed trauma reminding me or him about the hell they forced on us!”

Bruce’s frown grew deeper. Jason was thinking about what style ring would look good on those beautiful, calloused fingers of hers.

“And I know what it's like to want all the answers, believe me I do! But that doesn’t excuse the fact that to my knowledge you gave my hurt, scared, desperate little brother two panic attacks with the invasive questions you’ve asked him. After he told you to back down!” By now Jazz should be panting with the strain her rant was making her voice go through, but it seemed that whatever strange not-meta powers she had gave her some extra lung capacity. Jason really wished he had some popcorn right about now, this show was killer.

“So let me ask you this, Bruce Thomas Wayne, why should I trust you with the safety of my brother if all you’ve done so far was hurt him? Why should I leave him with a lonely, obsessed rich Frootloop with emotional constipation when we already have one that’s gone through therapy and is more than willing to let us stay with him?”

With a final huff Jazz let the silence of the cave return. Everyone watching the two, wondering just how the bat will handle his most challenging opponent yet; the righteous fury of a protective older sister.

Bruce took a moment to digest the onslaught he was put under with the grace he’s learned over years of dealing with distraught victims and grieving families, running his eyes over the tightly wound form of the woman.

“Mrs. Jasmine,” he tried again, speaking slowly as though he was walking through a verbal minefield, which he kinda was. “I understand your distrust in me-” fucking sure he does, “-but my intentions have only ever been to help Phantom gain justice for all the pain the government has given him.” Jason wanted nothing more than to throw Bruce into a wall, ‘offer to others freely what you could never do for me, because of course he has to be the hero for people outside his little brood’.

Jazz didn’t deign that answer a response, instead narrowing her eyes at the man in the chair in front of her. Jason personally couldn’t understand why she wasn’t responding, outside of the fact that that wasn’t the answer to something she had asked Bruce. Letting the verbal beatdown devolve back into a staring contest didn’t sound too bad to Jason, as letting this bombshell of a woman wear down Bruce’s patience like water eroding rock would be just too fun to watch.

“Jazz?” A familiar yet different voice called from above them.

Jason and the rest of the group turned to see Tim on the stairs, hand in hand with some tall ass, lithe motherfucker that looked like Bruce would jump at the opportunity to adopt in a heartbeat. Glacial blue eyes landed on him and recognition flashed through Jason.

Holy shit, ghost boy breathes.

~~~

Using the actual passage to get to the batcave instead of just phasing through the floor was an interesting experience for Danny. Not a bad experience, just different.

The added benefit of holding Tim’s hand the whole way there only made the experience better.

They had rushed through the manor since getting Dick’s text about Danny’s friends finding the batcave, not really addressing the whole heap of crap he’d unloaded on him. They speed walked wordlessly through the halls, Tim surely processing what Danny had told him and Danny trying simultaneously to think of his friends and nothing at all. He felt numb, the explanation and the phantom sensations that went with it only made him remember the hardship that had followed his death. Not that there weren’t any good things that came with his powers, but he was sure if he tallied everything up the good outweighed the bad. Danny used Tim’s hand to ground himself, instead of drowning in the memories.

There were other times he could wallow in self pity.

So, he followed obediently as they reached Bruce’s office, watched as Tim spun the hands of the grandfather clock to open the access to the elevator, said nothing as they filed into the elevator and stared at the lights above the door. The whole time Danny was silently relishing at the warmth shared between their held hands, core purring at the connection between them.

Danny was pretty sure he looked like a mess, wiping at the remnants of dried tear tracks with his free hand and willing the red blotchyness of his skin away, using ice to chill his hand for added cooling.

“You gonna be okay?”

Danny didn't turn to face the other teen, instead tightening his grasp and giving the best facsimile of a smile he could at the moment.

“Eventually,” he matched Tim’s soft tone, wincing inwardly at the way his voice cracked.

Tim just squeezed back as the elevator doors dinged open, letting them catch on to the tail end of his sister’s monologue.

“-I leave him with a lonely, obsessed rich Frootloop with emotional constipation when we already have one that’s gone through therapy and is more than willing to let us stay with him?”

A surprised snort came from the bird beside him as they walked onto the elevator platform. Jazz was towering over Bruce, currently sitting in the swivel chair near the batcomputer, Sam and Cass were watching from the couches in the lounge, Tucker had seemingly roped Dick in to discuss the specifics of the batcomputer, completely ignoring the vendetta Jazz had for the billionaire, and Jason was leaned against some railing in full Hood gear, staring intently at the scene before him.

“Mrs. Jasmine,” Bruce spoke tentatively, softly, in a way that Danny knew that Bruce had said something before that she didn’t like. “I understand your distrust in me, but my intentions have only ever been to help Phantom gain justice for all the pain the government has given him.”

Well, he could’ve fooled Danny with the way he went about it, and judging from the writhing cyclone of emotions storming off of Jason he wasn’t the only one that had something to say. It was a little concerning to peek at just how bad Bruce was at not saying what he felt, as during the time Danny had spent in the manor he had only felt Bruce’s feelings come from a place of protectiveness, nothing harmful or malicious. What he said didn’t always reflect what he felt, though, and even with the empathic abilities Danny was more often than not rubbed the wrong way by Bruce’s questioning.

Maybe he should go see Vlad’s therapist, if they helped him they could definitely help Buce.

Still, it would probably be best to cut this short. As best he could, Danny cleared his throat. It wouldn’t be great for his voice to crack, giving away just how many emotions he’s gone through in the last hour.

“Jazz?” Danny called out, watching as all heads in the room turned to him and Tim. He watched as confusion flashed on three of four bats faces, with only Dick giving them a smile in greeting from near the bat computer monitor. Cass showed recognition first, giving a small wave and smile as greeting, followed by Bruce’s frown deepening. Jason was the last and loudest with his realization.

“What the hell‽ You aren’t just some freaky eldritch dead kid‽ Why didn’t you tell me I wasn’t the only one that left his grave to spite death‽” Jason looked properly struck with the realization too, which only made it funnier to Danny.

“Because I still am the freaky eldritch dead kid,” he said after a chuckle as he descended the stairs. “Life just gave me a free pass to keep being a confusing son of a corpse.”

Jason bent over clutching his stomach with one hand with how hard he was laughing, and Danny laughed with him. Even as the other members of the Wayne family all gave their own levels of concerned stares, and Danny’s fraid just sighingin fond exasperation, having dealt with Danny’s death jokes too often.

Hey, death is funny, and Danny was glad he finally found someone to laugh about it with.

Bruce cleared his throat as the two’s laughter eventually died down, making himself the focus of the group of young adults. With an obvious look over in Danny’s direction, eyes lingering on the clasped hands between him and his son, and a quick glance to Jazz he addresses the young man in front of him.

“Daniel James Fenton?”

A few reactions came immediately, namely Danny’s involuntary flinch and Jazz’s growl in warning. His friends by now had moved closer to the center of the chaos, and at their friends' flinch were pulling out weapons to aim at the threat, namely Batman. Bruce, unperturbed by the sci-fi weapons now in his face, simply waits for Danny to answer.

And how does Danny answer that? After what he’d just talked about with Tim, and the fight-or-flight panic attack before that, he was feeling pretty damn drained by now. The initial callout for his real (dead?) name certainly gave him a few flashbacks to highschool, but it mostly didn’t faze him by now. He knew he definitely didn’t like being reminded of the people who housed him killed him, hunted him, drove him from his home but otherwise he had no outward reaction to knowing Bruce knew his name.

A squeeze from the hand on his told him he probably should answer, and a glance to Tim showed Danny just how worried for him his friend was. Danny gave Tim a reassuring smile, but it probably just looked tired. Turning his head back to Bruce he gave a half shrug along with his response.

“In the flesh.”

A tense moment between the two groups passed before a single nod from Bruce broke the tension. Sam and Tucker hesitantly put their weapons down, tension slowly draining out of their frames at the lack of malicious response. Jason moved to take his hand off his pistol from beside them and out of the corner of his eye Danny could see Cass lower a batarang and take her foot off the back of the couch.

Bruce’s eyes still remained locked on Danny and Tim though, specifically their hands. Tim seemed to notice the direction of the gaze after a moment and reluctantly, sheepishly slipped his hand from Danny’s. Disappointing, but not unexpected (was it bad he already missed the warmth?).

“So,” Dick spoke up as the silence began to turn awkward. “Is the look a new look, or?...”

Danny snorted and shook his head, leave it to older siblings to ask important questions in awkward ways.

“No, Dick, this isn’t a new look. If anything, it's my original.”

Dick scrunched his face up, confused by the wording and the lack of conceivable imagery on how that works.

“And that works, how?...”

Danny rolled his eyes at the ‘subtle’ probing, at least he wasn’t being forceful with his questioning like someone. He gave Jazz a quick look, silently asking for permission, and with a small nod he looked back to the eldest bird, a small smirk dancing on his lips.

“Like this,” he commented as he formed the glacial electric rings at his torso, hastening the transformation so as to not completely blind those who hadn’t looked away. Black was replaced with white, blue with green, and his jeans and band shirt with cargo pants and hoodie. Energy flooded through his system with the conversion of blood and flesh to ectoplasm, and he had to fight to stay boots to ground as gravity suddenly became optional.

Small gasps resounded through the cave, now much louder to his sensitive ears and Danny’s small smirk grew impossibly wide with the blatant stares. After a few moments of letting those unused to the light adjust Danny changed back to human form, blinding them all again just for fun. The groans had him and his fraid chuckling as the bats blinked spots from their eyes.

Eyes roaming now for anything to stave off the eventual questions of his questionable mortality, Danny’s gaze fell on the side table on which Bruce had set the interesting pieces of tech they had taken from the agents. Frowning, Danny walked over to the side table to get a better view.

The table held a few items, but they all scratched at some thought buried in his brain, something he maybe didn’t want to bring up. The belt, of course, was familiar to him because of the investigation Tim had been working on since before they had met. Beside it was a set of silver metal bracelets, smooth and sleek on the outside but with nodes and circuitry on the underside. Finally there were the two standard issue GIW ectoblasters, based on the Fentons patented designs.

He reached for the belt specifically to inspect the wiring on the reverse side, only to receive a shock when his fingers grazed the surface. Snapping his hand back and clutching it to his chest, the memory of where he knew the belt and the cuffs came from surfaced.

“Tucker,” Danny called, voice suddenly hoarse as panic clawed at his throat and iced his core. “Tucker, these… I thought we destroyed the production methods?”

Danny had to force his breathing stable as Tucker rushed over to inspect the table beside him. When he reached the table his warm brown paled to a dusty gray, whipping out his PDA to search for something Dannny dreaded. His best friend looked at him from the screen of his device with wide eyes as he confirmed his fears.

“The production, it's still going.”

The panic that had been crawling up Danny’s throat threatened to consume his thoughts as his breathing quickened. He stumbled his way backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet before Tucker caught him by the arm. Startled, he jerked as the hand met his skin, instinctively going ghost and dematerializing into a shapeless cloud, slipping through Tucker's grasp as he rushed to huddle around his sister's shoulders. A static hissing came from the cloud, grating on non liminal ears. To those who could understand, his hiss screamed fear-hurt-hate-destroy them as his instincts overtook rational thought.

The feeling of blades dancing over his body, cutting into his skin and taking pieces of him for study. Solid steel trapping him to the cold examination table as his screams were choked back by the muzzle on his mouth. A maniacal grin leering down at him, haloed by the overhead lights. He tried to close his eyes, only to hear a tutting as the researcher torturing him dug into his open wrist and pulled at his tendons.

“What’s wrong, little abomination? Can't handle this session? Or maybe you’re just trying to hold back your crocodile tears. You know they won’t work on me after all.”

Soft giggling as she extracted one of his carpal bones and placed it on a petri dish. A shock from the collar around his neck, forcing the creeping black from his vision in an explosion of pain.

“Awe, you can’t escape from this that easily, 4609, we need you awake for this session.” An involuntary twitch of his fingers as she sliced a section of his tendons off. Another scream.

A warm hand gliding through him, why through him? They didn’t allow him to go intangible or gaseous unless it was for a ‘session’. With another pass he started to hear something other than the researchers maniacal giggling. A voice, soft and melodic, repeating the same tones again and again in time with the hands motions. Danny felt himself whimper, not daring to open his eyes in fear of it being a hallucination.

“Danny,” the voice rang. Familiar, soft, Danny still doesn’t open his eyes.

“Danny, you’re okay. You aren’t with them anymore. My hand is going through you, right? You weren’t able to do that there. You’re safe,” The voice, Jazz, murmurs from somewhere above him.

Hesitantly Danny peeks an eye open. He’s currently formless, about the size of a large housecat, sitting on top of Jazz’ lap on a couch in the lounge. He opens his other eye and looks around, seeing Tucker quietly explaining to Bruce and Dick about those things on the table with grave faces while the rest of the group had crowded around him and his sister, Sam to his left and Tim to his right, Cass and Jason sitting on the edge of their seats on the opposite couch.

Jason sat back as he saw the swiveling green stars form from the black putty on his cinnamon heart’s lap. “The doom cloud just looked at me, you think he’s out of it yet?”

“This doom cloud can hear you, Zombozo. And yes, I’m… I’m okay now, I think.”

A snort from his left, Sam leaning back herself as a small relieved smile grew. “If he’s cracking jokes, then yes he's out of it.”

Tim and Cass shared a confused look as the ones who could understand ghost speak relaxed into the cushions. Jazz continued her stroking even after the confirmation and Danny sunk into the attention, spilling over her lap onto those of Tim and Sam’s, pulling a fond scoff from one and more pets from the other. The memories and anxiety fading with the ministrations and familiar mix of emotions coming from them, and Danny’s core started to settle enough that he could reform if he wanted to.

He didn’t, but he could if he wanted to.

Movement prompted a glance over to the computer again, and seeing Bruce moving towards the group on the couch Danny gathered himself back into Jazz lap. There seemed to be a look of finality on the man’s face as he came upon the group.

“I can’t put this off anymore than I have already. I’ve moved the League debrief on the Ghost Investigation Ward up to tomorrow, with all the evidence you kids have gathered there won’t be much to contest in their favour for.”

The three Amity Parkers that could look to one another, hope gleaming in their eyes. Bruce made sure to direct his gaze to the being curled in his sister’s lap as he spoke his next words.

“I promise you, the League will help you see justice, we will bring them down.”

~~~

A proud looking woman swept down white corridors, the ends of her lab coat swinging with her gate. She stopped halfway down a particular hallway to face the being on the other side of a thick pane of reinforced glass, smiling.

“I’m so sorry, that move must have been difficult for you,” she said with fake sympathy to the pair of dead green eyes staring at her.

“But you see,” she continued. “We finally caught wind of your other! Won’t it be nice to be reunited with it once we reclaim it, 4612?”

The being said nothing, simply keeping its dead gaze trained on the woman.

“Yes!” She clapped her hands in faux delight. “What good you both will do for us once we have you both! Oh, I can’t wait to continue the research sessions I had to put on pause when it broke out. With you both we’ll finally be able to fight on equal grounds with you scum!”

Her smile grew predatory as she looked at the poor state of her specimen, bound and limp. It had learned months ago that screaming and struggling would do nothing. It was much more docile now, simply watching her act as it sat listlessly in the corner of its cell, unkempt white hair covering whatever free space of its slack face that wasn’t already covered by the muzzle. Oh how she wished she could see its face during their sessions together, but sadly she couldn’t.

Oh well, better to be safe than sorry, with a Phantom.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #eldritch danny #tim drake #tim x danny #dp fic #dp x dc #dc fic

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