#Danny/Jason

[tsuniio]

MAY I MARRY THIS FIC

I NEVER WANNA FORGET IT

[clockwayswrites]

Dead on MAYn Day 6

Trope | Enemies at First Sight/Scar Soulmates

Dialogue | "I would believe that you're fine, but that's a knife sticking out of your goddamn leg, so…"

cw: blood, medical care, scars

“Hey, um, are… you okay? Can I call someone? Or, like, help you get somewhere?”

“I’m fine,” Red Hood growled back at the voice from the bright edge of the alley.

“Yeah, I would believe that you're fine, but that's a knife sticking out of your goddamn leg, so…”

Hood snorted, the sound ugly through the mask. “Yeah. Hurts like a mother too.”

“I’m sure.” The figure was a broad one—broader than Hood was maybe. It seemed like they filled up the entrance to alley. It wasn’t threatening though. In fact, they seemed almost hunched in on themselves. “I’ve got my bike close. I can give you a ride to wherever you need and completely forget where I’ve been after.”

“Yeah? Good at forgetting, are you?” Hood rasped.

“I’m a college student in the middle of finals, chances are I won’t remember this at all,” they said dryly.

“If you try anything, I can still kill you,” Hood pointed out.

“No doubt of that at all!” they said, way too cheerfully. “I’ll grab my bike and be right back.”

Hood let his head thump back against the wall. He gave it an eighty:twenty that guy would come back himself. Forty:sixty that they would try something on the way. Seventy:thirty that this would come back to bite him in the ass later. But his leg fucking hurt.

He could save himself some trouble now and later if he got dropped of at Leslie’s instead of a safe house. The clinic being somewhere Red Hood would shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. It would mean a lecture, though. And possibly some heat for Leslie.

He was pretty sure the knife didn’t hit anything vital.

Hood was just pulling out the last of the bandages he’d need with the person came back. The roar of a beast of a bike was the first hint, and then their shadow blocked the alleyway for a moment before they approached.

They were pretty nondescript. Unruly Black hair, slightly scruffy beard like they jut hadn’t had time to trip it up lately. They had on a hoodie under a worn leather jacket and jeans. It was only the bright turquoise eyes that really caught Hood’s attention.

“Time for the knife to come out? Let me help with the bandages while you do the pulling,” they said, still annoyingly cheerful.

“I could kill you with the knife,” Hood pointed out, just to be ornery.

The guy just snorted. “Sure, you could, but you wouldn’t. You’re the Red Hood and I’ve not fucked with anything on your nope list. Hell, the worst thing I’ve done this month is glared at a little old abuela because she was talking so loudly on her phone on the subway. Like, okay, you’re old, you’re look one sneeze away from scattering into dust, I’m sure there’s hearing loss, but spare the rest of us, you know?”

As they chattered, they took the bandages from Hood and then squatted down. And Jesus their thighs rivaled Hood’s. They made quite a sight down there at Hood’s feet like that.

Fuck, get a hold of yourself, Hood. So it’s been a long time, but this wasn’t the time.

Hood yanked the knife out with a bit back noise. The guy’s hands were there instantly, pressing the gauze down tightly for a little bit before wrapping it under the bandage. It was crude, but Hood just needed it to last to the safe house where he could clean it up properly.

He tossed the guy a wet wipe to clean up with and then took the trash and stowed it away to burn later. Then Hood pushed himself up off the wall, ignoring the offered hand, and limped towards the entrance of the alleyway.

The bike was impressive, even Hood had to admit it. His fingers itched a little to poke and prod at the beast. It was an old school hog, or a least that’s where most of it’s bit came from, but it was clearly a custom work in progress. It actually looked like it could support both of them too.

“He’s a looker, isn’t he?” the guy asked with a proud smile. “Not done yet, of course, but I’m working on it! Oh, I’m Danny.”

“Danny,” Hood repeated with a little nod. “He/him fine?”

Danny blinked in surprise at the consideration. “Yeah, good with me. Um, right, I know you know how to ride, just signal where you want me to turn and things.”

Hood gave a little nod, waited for Danny to climb on to his bike and put his helmet on, and then carefully settled behind him. The engine roared to life with a lovely purr and then they were of.

Danny didn’t try anything.

“I knew you were going to be a fucking problem,” Hood growled as he stalked across the roof to where Danny stood bashfully, as if he hadn’t just basically put up a bat signal to summon Hood.

Two out of three wasn’t bad.

-

“I mean, I didn’t show up at your house or anything!” Danny defended. “I just—look, we just need to talk.”

Hood crossed his arms. “Talk?”

“Or I’ll talk, and you can just listen! That’s fine too!” Danny said. “Look, so after I took you where you needed to go a few weeks ago I went home, showered, and crashed hard. But then I woke up and—look, I’m sorry for this, but you’re the one who got stabbed there!”

And then Danny started undoing his pants.

Which, what? Hood was pretty sure that he wasn’t dreaming this time. He focused on imagining a red ball to check if he was lucid dreaming.

Nope, nothing.

Danny was still pulling down his jeans over his very well toned thighs. And Jesus if Jason hadn’t been having dreams before—

“See?” Danny said. “I have a fresh scar right where you’ve been stabbed! And I haven’t done anything that could have given me it.”

There was indeed a pink, freshly healing scar on Danny’s legs, right where Hood had been stabbed. But Danny couldn’t be implying that.

“That’s one scar, it doesn’t prove anything,” Jason snapped even as he stepped closer.

Scar soulmates were one of the rarer types. Jason had never even considered having one. He had always thought empathy was mostly likely for him, with his moods. No one should have the scars that he had. No one should share his marks, not even a soulmate.

“It’s just one little scar, I know.” Danny yanked his jeans back up but didn’t bother fastening them before he pulled his shirt and hoodie up instead. An ugly, surgical Y crossed his chest. “But this one’s a little more distinctive.”

Jason stumbled back from Danny, hand pressed to his own chest.

Danny just stepped forward. “You had to have wondered where that came from. People don’t just get a scar like that.”

“What?”

“It’s—I was—”

Jason shook his head. “No, that’s my scar. I died.”

Danny paused. “What?”

“I died. And then I woke up in my coffin. I had that scar. I always assumed it was an autopsy scar…” but that didn’t make any sense, did it? Why would Bruce have let an autopsy happen? It was clear how Jason had died. And that how was revealing, too revealing. Why had Jason never thought of that before? Why had he assumed? “But… it’s not, is it. It’s yours?”

Danny nodded.

Anger surged through Jason, bubbled up like the growl in the back of his throat. He stalked forward. This time, Danny took a step back.

“Who did that to you?” Jason growled. He yanked Danny’s shirt back up and pressed his gloved fingers over the scar. “Who hurt you?”

“Well, you know, the usual. Shadowy government organization intent on studying me like a lab rat,” Danny said with an awkward chuckle.

Jason was going to get more information than that. He was going to find them and end them for what they had done to Danny. He was going to—

“Hood, breathe,” Danny said. “I’m okay now. I’m right here, aren’t I?”

Jason ran his fingers over Danny’s side and the round scar there. A bullet from his Robin days. Batman had been pissed after that one. Or was it worried?

“Can we—is there somewhere we can go to talk this over? I’m not… I’m not expecting anything from you,” Danny said in a way that already sounded heartbroken, “but I feel like we should at least talk about it, right?”

“Yeah.” Jason swallowed back his nerves and every part of him that wanted to wrap Danny up in his arms and never let go. “Yeah. Come on, I have a safe house close. We can talk there. We can talk about everything.”

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Danny, who always knew cause wow Jason has a lot of scars, patting Jason's back and very amused and flattered that Red Hood wants to go destroy the GIW for him. Maybe Danny will let him.

AN:

Jason, who thought he didn't have a soulmate and that meant something because he didn't have the normal types and he didn't get (noticeable) scars because all of Danny's big ones were as Phantom, clinging desperately to Danny like ;-;

[ohsux]

Danny just wanted a grilled cheese. That was it. He did not want to accidentally kill the Joker. He did not want to be on Batman’s radar. And he definitely did not want Red Hood to kiss him, cry on him, and then propose all within the span of ten minutes.

But here he is. In Gotham. Standing over Joker’s corpse. With a very emotionally compromised vigilante looking at him like he just hung the damn stars.

Danny is so, so tired.

Or,

My take on Danny accidentally killing the Joker.

[nanenna]

New fic!

Your Own Worst Enemy

Fandoms: DC Comics, Batman, Danny Phantom Pairing: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd Warnings: Violence, character death, foul language Summary: Jason was in the middle of patrol when he felt an odd tugging in his core. It was… a summons? Kind of? It didn't feel like the kind Danny or Team Phantom would do when they wanted his attention and couldn't be assed to fucking call him, and there were precious few others who even knew it was an option. Well he wasn't going to figure it out by just sitting there. Jason accepted the summons.

[ghostonmainmoon]

Master Post

Masterlist

This is where all of my work will be, and I'll edit as I go along.

Ancient / & Ghost King Danny

The Weaver

Modern Au

The Tailor fantasy version

The Nightingale-Drake's (formally I'm Sorry)

[deadonmayn]

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[bonchobrick]

Happy Ecto-Implosion week guys!

If your wondering just how bad a blind date could get look no further than Gotham where our resident dead on main duo pushes it to the absolute limit!

This fic was written by my awesomely cool partner @ectoentity and it was really fun working with them so show some love and check out Worst First Date here :)

And heres the art I drew for this fic, have fun reading guys ^^!

@ecto-implosion

[feralghostteeningotham]

For those of you waiting for Apomimnískoma: having learnt of oneself, I promise I've been working on the next fic. I have a cute snippet to hold you over with some world-building lore. We will get to see Jason enjoy his first Truce with Danny.

Finally, trumpets blared, and the excited chatter tampered off as what could only be described as an eyeball blob ghost in robes appeared on a balcony overlooking the gardens. “Presenting, the High King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of Space, Eternal Now, King of Stars, the Door Between Realms, the Northern Star of the Dead, and the True Protector. His Royal Majesty, High King Daniel Phantom of the Infinite Realms, accompanied by Sir Jason Phoenix, the King of Iolcos Reborn.”

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Phantom and Jason appeared on the balcony. Batman noted that his son looked mildly uncomfortable being before so many beings, but Phantom raised his hand to kiss his knuckles which easily knocked the discomfort away as Jason focused on Phantom. There were even more cheers as Jason’s frozen skin seemed to take on a green blush. Phantom smiled before turning to the crowd and raising a hand, silence falling through the crowd like a wave.

“Greetings and welcome all!” Phantom announced, voice full of command and authority but still underlined with kindness and care. “We gather here today to celebrate another year come and passed on this night of Truce. I am sure many of you would rather enjoy the party rather than listen to me speak, but lend your attention while we take a moment to look back on the past and then turn our gaze towards the future. Let us, for a moment, remember the past. Long before the Realms designated the first of many High Kings, when the Infinite Realms were still lost to tyranny and disorder. Of the war and blood shed that led to Christophanes and Mas to toss aside their reigning kings' orders of endless violence and shattering in order to save their homes and communities. How, when rulers of their regions poured every effort into tearing the two communities apart, the two leaders of their shared-haunts stood side by side and withstood the onslaught. How they gained allies in withstanding the two kings. And upon this night, almost one hundred orbits around the Core of the Realms, Christophanes and Mas sat with the kings to reach a Truce, bringing about the end to the endless shattering of their people.

“This is a story most of us have heard many times but it reminds us of the things we might accomplish when we are united. We can and have achieved many things working together. Over this past year we have welcomed 42 billion new Deathborn and 39 billion Deathless to our ever growing community. Not only that, but this past year has seen the completion of phase one of the Infinite Realm’s first realm wide transport system, something that has been in the works for the past six years. We rebuilt six regions ravaged in the Nekrotic Flame disaster. Treatments for 81 different diseases have entered clinical trials and another 27 treatments are set to be publicly available within the next few months. The first comprehensive guide to all the Realms has begun production with over three billion volunteers and counting providing pieces. There is so much more that deserves recognition but as much as I would love to, there is just not enough time to recognize all of it.

“But do not let my lack of recognition on this night stop the amazing things that are set to come. From the grandest of projects to the smallest of kindnesses, I love hearing of it all. So, while we remember the past, let us also think of the future. Just as Christophanes and Mas left the Truce meeting with a brighter future in store for the realms, let us celebrate tonight of our past achievements and look to a brighter future. As the sun sets here in the Distant Nebulae region, the time for speeches comes to an end and the time for festivities and fun begins. So with that, we welcome everyone to Truce!”

As if waiting for the High King to finish, the sun dipped out of view and the sky lit up with swirling clouds of differing colors and more stars than any of the humans attending could count. The crowd roared before breaking off into groups and music started up from somewhere. The king turned to his partner, whispering a few things. The partner gave a small nod, though his eyes were focused on the sky, taking in the millions of stars. The king gently started to lead the other away from the balcony, taking him from the view of the humans in the crowd.

[ectoentity]

Worst First Date

Chapter 1: Framing

Rating: T

Category: M/M

Words: 2,426

Chapters: 1/4

Characters: Jason Todd, Danny Fenton

Relationships: Jason Todd/Danny Fenton

Other Tags: Blind Date, dislike at first sight, ectoimplosion 2023, Hostage Situations, Car Accidents, Guns, Aged-Up Character(s), College Student Danny Fenton, Tired Danny Fenton, They'll get together at the end don't worry, Humor

Summary: Danny Fenton and Jason Todd are both having awful days. Neither of them want to be going on this blind date their friend set up. Best case scenario, it's going to be a waste of time, right?

Fortunately or not, the best case scenario rarely happens in Gotham.

(Read on AO3)

This is the first chapter of my entry for EctoImplosion 2023, based off wonderful art by @bonchobrick!

[blobghost]

Anaktáomai: regain for oneself, recover

DPxDC (Complete 117,717 words)

Tags:

Danny Fenton/Jason Todd, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Danny is the Ancient of Space, Jason becomes a halfa eventually, they are college students in this, Jason is the original Jason of Jason and the Argonauts, Jason reincarnation!au, cursing, injuries but nothing graphic, Bruce Is Trying His Best, Bruce is suspicious of Danny, Danny gets roped into being a vigilante again, Poisoning Mentions, Mentions of Cancer, as in Jason thinks he has cancer when its just memories

Summary:

Jason is trying to live his second chance at life to the fullest: protecting Gotham's streets as the Red Hood, going to college to get a degree, participating in Gotham's Renaissance Faire, getting a boyfriend, all of it. Sure, he's been daydreaming a lot more and it might be becoming a major problem and his boyfriend is apparently a meta who saved his kid brother after a mission gone wrong, but as far as he was concerned those were nothing to worry about. What he does need to worry about is homework and rogues attempting to kill him... right?

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[clockwayswrites]

Mx. Minx: ch2 p3

You all voted yesterday, so Minx is back! masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3

Danny pushed the shirt up and off in one motion. There was the sharp hiss of a breath. Jason closed his eyes.

“Oh Boss, they really did a number, didn’t they?” Danny crooned.

“Sometimes it’s easier to take a hit than dodge,” Jason replied.

“I know.”

Jason hated that Danny knew.

“I’ve got some amazing bruise cream though,” Danny continued. “And luckily none of these have split so we can just do that. Sorry that it’s going to be a bit cold, but I’ll warm it up if I can.”

Jason hummed to show that he heard, but he didn’t talk. He was too afraid that if he talked, he would break the spell in place that was keeping Danny from mentioning all the other scars that lined Jason’s body. He heard a jar open, Danny moving, and then cool cream and hands pressed against his sides. A shudder of a shiver ran through him and then relief. Jason sighed and let his head drop back against the couch.

“Told you it was good,” Danny said smugly. “I took a recipe that another working girl had and tweaked it this through a lot of trial and error. Next time I make some, I’ll make you up a pot too.”

“I won’t turn that down.” Jason wondered if he could even get the recipe. It beat the stuff in the Batcave, which was really saying something, and easily beat the stuff Jason used when he hadn’t raided a Bat safe house recently.

“That’s because you’re not an idiot,” Danny said. “At least not most of the time.”

Jason gave an incredulous little snort. He got no respect in his own damn area.

Just about every other inch of his torso had been dealt with when Danny’s hands finally touched the autopsy scar. Jason flinched. He couldn’t help it.

No one touched it.

“Does this still hurt?” Danny asked, which was an easier question than any of the ones that Jason had been fearing.

“Only in my head,” Jason answered too honestly.

“Okay.” Danny leaned back and started to clean up. “I don’t have anything that will fit you, so you’ll have to go shirtless or put your old one on. If you leave it off, I can toss it in the wash.”

Jason finally opened his eyes and blinked up at the hideous popcorn ceiling and the pink neon like that raked across it. “Wash it, I guess, if you have a dryer too.”

“Yep. First big splurge was to get the units put in,” Danny said. “They’re stuffed in the kitchen, but at least I have them, you know?”

Jason did. “Thanks.”

“Sure. Open up the blue thing, it’s a pill container. Everything’s labeled so take some pain meds, okay?” Danny ordered.

The trash and Jason’s shirt went to the kitchen while Jason did as he was told and tossed back some Advil along more of the drink. Again, Jason was left feeling weird about nudity. He didn’t mind at all being shirtless, other than his scar being out, but there was something oddly intimate about it there in Danny’s apartment.

“Will you be ready to eat or do you need to sit a bit?” Danny asked, interrupting Jason’s thoughts.

Jason shook his head. “No, food would be good. Can I help get it ready?”

Danny tilted his head before shrugging. “Sure. Cabinet to the left of the sink there’s the bowls and stuff. Silverware is in the drawer. You can missing the serving spoons on the counter.”

“Got it,” Jason said and headed through the opening to the kitchen.

It was a tiny room. Two walls were taken up by the cabinets and appliances. Danny’s table, which had only two chairs, was pushed into the corner against the same wall as the door. The only window was over the sink. Despite that, the room felt almost blindingly bright with the pastel pink cabinets, blond butcher block counters, and minty walls.

Or maybe it was the discoball that hung over table that made things blinding.

(Jason tried not to be too distracted by it, he had a job to do.)

Everything was right were Danny had said it would be and he indeed could not miss the old ceramic pot crammed full of spatulas, serving spoons, and the like, so Jason got everything out before he opened the rice cooker to check if it was done. It seemed good enough, so he made a bed of it in the bottom of the bowls. The lid to the crockpot came off next and the small space filled with the smell of spices, meat, stewed vegetables.

“Not bad for barely any work, is it?” Danny asked as he appeared in the kitchen.

“Pretty damn amazing,” Jason corrected as he spooned the goulash like mix over the rice.

“I have water, tea, or some craft beers,” Danny said, arm resting on the fridge door as he frowned into it.

“Water’s fine.”

“Ice?”

“Nah.”

It took a bit of shuffling around each other to get everything and themselves to the table, but nothing spilled so Jason figured it worked. And the food was damn good.

“Thanks,” Jason said, head bent over his bowl. Thanks for the help. The food. The meds. Thanks for caring.

“Anytime, Hood, anytime.”

[nanenna]

Fanfic: We'll Meet Again in the Next Life

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DC Comics, Batman

Warnings: Foul Language (it's Jason LOL)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd

[shewhowillrise]

Dead on Main Omegaverse

Edit: @milkymiks made a beautiful fanart of this!

Jason is having a brothers day out with Dick. The once a month they let the other in on their inner most thoughts.

“So any thoughts of dating?” Dick asked, setting a beer in front of Jason before sitting with his own.

Jason snorts, “An alpha wouldn’t want me.”

“Come on Little Wing,” Dick insists, “a traditional alpha would like the fact you cook and take care of kids well. A non traditional alpha would love your independence and resourcefulness. What’s not to like about you!”

“No alpha wants an omega that can break them in half.”

900 miles away Danny Fenton sits at Nasty Burger with his friends. He was the only alpha in Amity Park that weighed 180 pounds soaking wet.

“Look, there might be someone outside of this small town that likes small alphas,” Sam tries to point out.

“Yeah,” Tucker backs her up, “statistically you’ll find a better match in a global city like New York or Gotham.”

“I did qualify for a Gotham U scholarship,” Danny says. Tucker grasps Danny’s shoulder and shakes it while Sam slaps the table excitedly.

“See!” She exclaims, “already looking at the bright side! We’ll help you pack, set up a dating profile, and plan rogue attack escape routes.”

“Oh! And catch you up to speed on the bats—”

Danny smiled sadly as his friends talked about to do lists and must haves. He’s grateful for them but he knows that there’s no omega out there that would want an alpha they could push over with their pinkie.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Legal Power

Batman: You can not punish the Joker

Batman: You are no judge, jury, and executioner

Danny Fenton, standing over Joker's beaten body: Actually, I am

Danny Fenton, raising the Creep Stick up: I am the High King of Infinite Realms, and this bitch has been resurrected more than once

Danny Fenton, smacking Joker like a piñata: With the use of a pool of some nasty smelling ecto, mind you, but it puts him under my jurisdiction nonetheless

Danny Fenton, smiling at Batman as Joker is wheezing and trying to crawl away: So I am the judge, jury, and executioner for him since I'm the highest power in a Realm where he is a denizen

Danny Fenton, catching the Joker by the ankle and dragging him back: And as the King, I hereby sentence him to death by a repetitive use of The Creep Stick over his whole body

Batman: ...

Red Hood, with a bowl of popcorn: Do you mind switching The Creep Stick for a crowbar?

[livinghalfway]

Funeral Date

When Jason was asked if he wanted to join them for a family brunch they expected a firm no or some kind of made-up excuses. What he said though was so much more heartbreaking to hear.

"Sorry, can't. My boyfriend's funeral is that day." Is all Jason says before swiftly leaving the batcave.

Which leaves everyone in shock; they didn't even know that Jason had a boyfriend to begin with. They try to get more information from Jason about how he's feeling and if they would like them to attend, but he always tells them to not get involved. That he hadn't even meant to mention said boyfriend in the first place.

In reality the funeral is something he set up for his boyfriend, Danny, as a surprise. Once he learned that graves were important in ghost culture, and that Danny obviously wanted one Jason bought a plot and a headstone.

The date went perfectly but now Jason has to deal with the batfam looking at him with pity, and treating him like glass anytime he's around them now.