#this could work with a number of other soulmates in the JL

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Soulmates only meet in the afterlife...And Danny is dead half of the time. 

It was the general consensus that Soulmates did indeed exist, and that there were a couple of hints to know if your soulmate was, but you wouldn’t know for certain until you died. This was often devastating for widows of non-soulmates but... Widows could hear the voices of and feel the phantom touches of their Soulmates. That after their loved one passed away, they didn’t truly leave them. 

Soulmates always traveled to the infinite realms together in a pair, unwilling to pass on without the other. This leads to the ghosts that seemingly never moved on and gave Danny so much grief, they needed to pass the time until their loved one died some how. 

Danny dies and feels himself talking to himself more often while transformed into Phantom, kicking butt and taking names aside. Just small things to reassure himself, nothing more than an instinct to process the situation he was in with this insane life he was living. 

I’m going to be okay, I’m going to get out of this.

I swear to all the ancients that Casper High better make a statue in my honor. 

Mom and Dad don’t mean it. 

The fundraiser to rebuild Poltergeist Avenue is going to be ridiculous.

Mom and Dad wouldn’t mean it if they really knew. 

Nasty burger really should rebrand but my goodness is this the best shit ever. 

It takes a few years to think about the fact that he might have a soulmate who could hear him- how unlikely would that be though? It’s not like he was haunting the person, so it probably wasn’t any big issue. Was there a proximity thing involved? Clockwork sighs and gives him no true answers. 

...

Tim has been hearing the voice of his Soulmate for years. Not...All the time though. He’d mapped out the time frame by which he did hear the additional male voice, accumulated enough data to determine a general profile and geotagged a few of the landmarks mentioned to find the most likely town. Restaurants, street names, highschools, and notable names all help Tim to find what he’s looking for. The concerning amount of comments on his soulmates parents make Tim’s blood boil and motivate him all the more. 

Thing is...Amity Park is under a complete media blackout. The challenge nearly makes him swoon, as if his dead soulmate were leading him towards his favorite hobby (taking down corrupt groups of assholes with too much power, cult or government, was his ideal pass time). He just wants to know who his soulmate was. He wants to know who is waiting for him. 

Arriving undercover and unannounced as a random tourist, Tim cannot find his soulmates grave. Can’t find anything about the person who died all those years ago and had spoken in his ear ever since. He’s about to storm the Mayor’s office, his plans for the GIW already in motion, when a ghost attack begins. 

Phantom arrives and suddenly Tim understands who exactly he’s been looking for. Getting into the crosshairs of the fight, Tim pulls a few RR moves and Phantom cautiously approaches him after capturing the assailant ghost. 

“I’m here because you’re my soulmate, and it’s very interesting that you only talk to me during non-business hours. Care to explain what you’re doing between 9 am and 3 pm, Monday through Friday?” 

“Uh... High school mostly. Wait you can hear me? You’re my soulmate?” 

Cue Danny de-transformation, explanation of his death and ability to die on command, and Tim’s very softball interrogation with his presentation on how he found Danny through the small conversational phrases.

They kiss as the GIW headquarters explode in the background.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc crossover #dp crossover #danny phantom #tim drake #this could work with a number of other soulmates in the JL #It would be interesting with Jason or Damian also since they've died and come back #that got more complicated than i wanted to write tho lmao #soulmate au

[protozoan-rowen]

Day One of the Write-a-thon

10. A deep breath. Sitting on the edge of a bridge watching the timer tick down. This should be easy. No physical contact for ten minutes. You swore you’d never fall in love after John. You weren’t soulmates. His soulmate was some woman named Martha. You had been dating for four years before he found her. You had sent him out for cold meds and he came back without them and with her. We knew we wouldn’t work, Al. We knew it was only a matter of time. 9. Another deep breath. The timer was ticking down and you were ready. You were calmer than you had been in months, your hands steadier than they’d been since John. Since you’d come home to a note on the door. Alexander,     I’m moving in with Martha. Rent for Jan. and half of feb. is on the table. See you around.                                               - JL 8. He’d left on the 13th. Your first Valentine's day alone in years, You showed up to work with red rimmed eyes and locked yourself away for two and a half days before Laf came and made you go home to eat and sleep. If it wasn’t for Laf, you wouldn’t alive right now. You don’t know how you feel about that. Laf had stood up when John, high on love, thought you could go straight from lovers to friends. I know my brother like I know my own mind you will never find anyone as loving or as kind. Put our friendship aside, I’m standing at his side. You could never be satisfied, God I hope you’re satisfied. 7. They yelled at John while you sat, staring blankly at the wall, tears dripping down your cheeks. They spun on their heel, skirt flaring dramatically around them and slammed the door in John’s happy face That had been two years ago. The first year was the worst. Everyone treating you like you were made of glass, such a breakable little doll. G. Wash, your stoic foster father had threatened to fire John if working working in the same building would harm your brain's natural ability to recover from trauma. The only people who treated you somewhat normally were the Schuyler siblings. Eliza made sure you had enough to eat in the form of gossip lunches, Ang made sure John was never within 50 feet of you and kept the others aware of your health so you didn’t have forty three people trying to “hang out” and get a feel for your needs. 6. Peggy, Peggy was your savior, your confidant.  was the one you called that night you sat on the floor, clutching your phone in one hand and broken shard of glass against your wrist with the other, self-hatred scattered in your mind like the mirror on your floor. Xe had gotten to your dorm in five minutes, sweaty and out of breath, had gotten you to drop the shard. Had stayed up with you all night, braiding your hair and telling you happy stories until you fell asleep with your head in xyr lap. 5. The timer reached 5. It emits a soft clicking now, not unlike a clock hidden in the corner. It soothes any nerves that might arise. You pledge that at 0, you will jump. Let your soulmate be death, rest in its sweet arms forever. These thoughts flit through your head, circling it lovingly. They fit you like a crown. You hear a car horn honk and a voice yell. Alex? You stiffen but don’t turn. 4. The clicking gets louder, your wrist has a glowing 4 on it. Four minutes. You would be with Mama. Mama espérame, por favor. Mama, sólo cuestión de tiempo. You had chanted these words many times. When you were sick, When you stood alone at her funeral, when the hurricane hit, all you wanted was death. When you arrived in Nueva York, you had prayed to her. Ay mama, what do you do when your dreams come true? I spent my life inheriting dreams from you! You feel a slight jolt of sadness at the idea that some poor sap got stuck with you as a soulmate. They would never meet you. Their timer would short out. You leaned back over the railing to grab your ratty old backpack. You took out your notebook and a pen and began to write your goodbyes 3. Martha and G. Wash, I’m sorry. I love you. It wasn’t your fault you got stuck with a fuck up like me. Please dont hate me. I wish you had fostered a normal kid, too. I wouldn’t be able to do this to you if you did. Please, take care of each other. Make sure Laf stays safe. Ang, Eliza I’m sorry. Take care of each other. Ang, go after that stupidly smart guy you told me about. ‘Liza, go after the eyes you could drown in boy who makes your heart go boom. I love you both. 2. Peggy, secretly awesome Peggy. I hate that this is going to hurt you.  All of you. Martha, G. Wash, Ang, ‘Liza, Herc, Laf, John. You would all be better off if you didn’t love me. I’m sorry, so so sorry. I can't do this anymore. It's not your fault. Take care of Maria. I hear she’s great. Goodbye, Ally Cat.      Everyone, I’m so sorry. You’ll all be better off without me. I love you with all my soul, guys. Your life would be so much easier if you didn’t like me.                                       Alexander H. Washington The slamming of frantic feet into the pavement startles you so much that you nearly fall off the bar you're perched on. A man who looks kind of like Lafayette runs up and grabs the back of your sweater. “Listen, I know life sucks but please don’t do this.” 1. You ignore him and shrug your sweater of and shove him away.     “Pal, I'm risking my ability to meet my soulmate, right now. Please, I’ve been where you are. Quite literally. I jumped last year from about two feet that way. Come on, its getting dark.” You stand on the edge of the bridge in your t-shirt and jeans and look down at the churning water.  The only sound is of the ticking of your timer. “You know, I’ve never been afraid of the dark,” you say. You lean slightly forward and four monumental things happen at the exact same time. Number One. A car pulls up and your friends pop out, Peggy first, sobbing and your parents last, George's face streaked with tears. You had sent out texts on where to find you, expecting your friends to not be awake. Of course, you forgot that since the glass shard incident, Peggy's phone would play the loudest noise for your notification and wake xem up. Peggy, of course freaked out and alerted everyone, stole the Schuyler's minivan and took off. Number Two. A person's natural instinct when surprised is to step back. When there is no land there, the person will tip. This is especially dangerous when one is over a river. Number Three. The observers natural reaction is to grab your nearest surface, covered or not. He grabs your bare wrist and hauls you over the railing, tipping both of you the other way. Number Four. Silence. The ticking has stopped. A glowing purple zero is shining on your wrist. The man freezes and pulls up his sleeve to reveal a Shining green Zero. He looks up at you and says, “Bad timing, I know, but is your favorite color green?” */Six Years Later\* You were in your room, staring at the last paragraph on the page.        “Everyone, I’m so sorry. You’ll all be better off without me. I love you with all my soul, guys. Your life would be so much easier if you didn’t like me.    ��                                  Alexander H. Washington” This letter had hid at the bottom of your closet for years and you needed to confront it. It was wrong. You had people who cared. They weren’t better off without you. You were their Petit Lion, and they needed you there.     “Alex!” Thomas called from the bathroom, “Come here!” You pad over to the bathroom and stop in the doorway. Thomas had a gold face mask on and the jar in his hand. You sit patiently while he applies the face mask and smile for the following selfie for instagram. After you wash off the mask and go back to the bedroom,  he notices the paper on the floor and he stops.     “What’s that?” You held it out silently, allowing him to read it. His face got progressively less and less happy until he eventually finishes the letter and wraps you in a hug, letting his tears run undisturbed down his face. He buries his face in your hair the same way you bury your face in his chest.     “I'm so glad I was there.” “Me, too” You pull him gently over to the mirror and he wraps his arms around your waist.     “I dont pretend to know the challenges you're facing. But I’m not afraid, I know who I married,” You link your hand with his, as you speak, metal bands on your fingers clicking. “The fact that you're alive is a miracle, just stay alive, that would be enough.” he whispers in your ear. At this, Margarita Jane Jefferson starts wailing. You unlink your hands, peck Thomas’ cheek and run off to get her. Once Rita is in your arms, she quiets. She was gonna be louder than her namesake one day. As you carry her back to your room, you hum a melody from a long ago day. “Look at where we are, look at where we started.” @helplessforbroadway