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Damian: My family are competent professionals, I trust that they will be able to handle this sensibly

Damian's Family:

Through your eyes

One moment Danny was sitting with Sam and Tucker at the Nasty Burger, and the next he found himself being knocked to the ground. Landing hard on his back, which only added to the disorientated feeling.

Despite his head being shaken he knew what this was. A soulmate body switch. It was something that happened randomly in a person's life—some never even get it at all—with no warning, and lasted for a couple hours. The only visible change that anything is even happening is the fact that the eyes will turn a vibrant white while the two are in each other's bodies.

With his eyes closed Danny tried to take a moment to get his bearings. It was hard to do though when a worried voice suddenly yelled out, "Damian!"

It seems his soulmate's name is Damian, Danny thinks as a thud sounds out next to him, and hands appear on his face and shoulder. Finally opening his eyes he sees a, surprisingly, familiar face. The face of no one other than Dick Grayson. Which is the last person he expected to see.

Wait. Damian? As in Damian Wayne?

Dick, who looked as shocked as Danny feels right now, makes a move that looks like he's going to cover Danny's eyes. Before he can though Danny is breaking free from his grip rolling away from Dick to finally take in the area around him.

Which is a cave. Why is he in a cave? A cave with a frankly massive looking computer? A cave with at least one Batman symbol in every direction he looks? The Batcave? The Batcave.

Oh no.

Looking at Dick, Nightwing his thoughts whisper, looking at him with a strange mix of panic and acceptance. Knowing that there is nothing he can do right now to stop Danny from putting the pieces together.

"So…What's your name?" Dick asks him. Despite the tone being friendly Danny can tell that an interrogation of a lifetime is about to start.

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Back in my days in the Hetalia trenches there was a specific genre of fanfic where all the characters would get magically locked in a room by their ancestors so that they could sort out their bullshit and they did so by either compiling diary entries or playing memories on a screen like a movie so that they could all see from each other's point of view. Did any other fandoms have a version of this or was it just us?

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I'm not sure how canon it is but I've seen some fanfics say that Duke Thomas is immortal because of his father... Let's work with that.

A DP x DC story where the portal made Danny immortal. After watching everyone he cares about grow up without him, eventually getting old and frail and passing on, he chooses to distance himself from humanity to prevent himself from feeling the pain of loss like that again. He moves to the Ghost Zone permanently... or he would if he wasn't still half human. He still needs to tend his human side so every decade or so he will spend a year in a mortal dimension. One such trip brings him to the DC universe. Meanwhile, Duke is just starting his own realization that he's not aging. They meet and learn of their shared trait. Danny helps Duke navigate the world as a new immortal and Duke helps Danny relearn how to be close to someone without constantly feeling like he will eventually lose them.

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DP x DC Prompt

Demon Twin AU

Growing up in the League of Assassins, Damian and Danyal were aware of the possibility of encountering clones of themselves or each other. They even encountered a few League made clones during training so that they could learn how to identify and take down these threats if an enemy ever tried to use them. The solution they came up with was a series of codes. Simple phrases and gestures that would seem innocuous to anyone else but would tell them that the person standing beside them was, infact, who they claimed they were. They never let anyone know what these codes were either, so that the clones couldn't have knowledge of the codes artificially implanted. If there was any concern of a code being cracked they stopped using it. The system worked perfectly. Then Danyal died.

Damian didn't need a code to tell him that he would never fight side by side with his brother again.

Damian never forgot about the codes though. So when the League started sending clones of himself to infiltrate his family, he told them about this method and created new codes for them to use to tell if it was really him. He never reused the codes he made with Danyal, those were theirs no matter the fact that nobody would ever do them back.

Danny knew he was adopted. He knew that the Fentons had found him while on a ghost hunt and that he was in incredibly bad shape when they did. They had tried to find his parents, but when they were unsuccessful they decided they couldn't leave him alone and took him home with them. He didn't remember anything before that and while he always wondered what had happened, why he was all alone and injured with no family to be found, he was happy with the Fentons. He knew that he had two adopted parents and a sister who loved him and decided that he didn't care about whatever came before that. Then Danny died.

Well- half died, and doing so returned all the memories that were locked away by his amnesia. He remembered the League of Assassins and the mission that went wrong leaving him presumed dead and his twin. He was no idiot, he recognized his twin no matter what traffic light costume he wore, so he immediately realized that Damian had become Robin and that Batman must be their father. He wanted to go find them, tell Damian that he was alive, but with all the ghost craziness that ensued following the portal opening, as well as learning to control his new ghost powers, he just didn't have time.

The opportunity presented itself one day when he was ambushed by the GIW. They caught him off guard and managed to get some critical shots on him. He fled to a secluded alley to assess his wounds and make a plan but didn't account for the Fentons to have caught sight of the interaction and have followed him. Danny decided to enter his human form and try to sneak around the GIW agents crawling the town until he got home, then lay low until he figured something out. The Fentons entered the alley right as he transformed. They were shocked, but were willing to listen to his explanation before resorting to weapons. They were horrified by what they learned and reassured Danny that they would never have hunted him if they knew.

Before they could discuss it further, they were interrupted by the sounds of GIW agents closing in on their location. The Fentons told Danny to run, to find somewhere safe. Said that they would work on de-establishing the GIW from the inside out and repealing the Anti Ecto Acts and would find him again when it was safe. With the promise that they would keep everyone safe, Danny gave the Fentons a quick hug, transformed, and took flight. All he had to do now was make the trip to Gotham and find his brother.

Damian was in disbelief. How cruel of Mother, how desperate she must be, to resort to this. Sending a clone claiming to be Danyal? That he had survived and was now seeking asylum? He would make her regret toying with him like this. But first, he must put this clone business to rest. How simple it is to prove this deceit.

Damian clenched his right hand into a fist. Once, twice, pause for a second, a third time. To anyone else it would look like an anxious tic or an expression of anger but to Danyal it would elicit a certain response. The clone's eyes widened at the gesture, then a soft look came over their face. They lifted their right hand to rub at the back of their neck, then brought it up their head to ruffle their hair twice before finally letting it drop to the side. Damian was in disbelief for a different reason now. There was no way- It couldn't be. The boy across from him then raised their left hand to their mouth, cleared their throat, then patted their chest twice. With shaky hands, Damian sneezed into his left elbow then rubbed his nose three times. Damian was unable to keep the emotion out of his voice when he finally spoke.

"Brother."

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as a kid I always liked when characters were nemesis but not enemies. the Tom and Jerry or the Doofenshmirtz and Perry relationship where they duke it out but when one of them is genuinely hurt or in crisis the other will put their beef aside to help them out. and I think that's why enemies to lovers hits so hard for me as an adult. why I go so feral when one character shows up on their enemies doorstep, beaten and bruised, and quietly says, "I'm sorry... I didn't know where else to go..." and the other character just looks at them and goes, "who did this" in a dangerously calm tone of voice that masks the burning rage of a thousand suns and the promise of death for whoever is responsible.

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I've seen a lot of people being annoyed or upset with Simple Life because of it giving us a double winner and I just think it's kinda silly? It's a game. When you play Uno and you win a round do you suddenly stop trying to win? No, you keep trying your hardest because that's the goal of the game. Sure, the whole point of playing any game is to have fun but if you're playing a game where there is a decided winner then you're going to try to win. That's the point. Nobody should be upset about a double winner. Be disappointed that the person you were rooting for didn't win all you like, that's fine. If you don't want a double winner then you should just want all previous winners to retire from the life series after they win. Why should they return for future games if they are expected to throw it every time to avoid winning again?

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But you see, Danny's already had the "I've connected the two dots" "You didn't connect shit-" "IVE CONNECTED THEM" moment. He thinks Dick and Nightwing both go about their lives and have partners but keep each other as side pieces for casual hook-ups. Quite literally the only thing that would convince him otherwise is that they're the same person because then it would not be possible for him to be hooking up with himself. If Nightwing says that he's 'just friends' with Dick? Guess what, there's this advanced technique called LYING! A person with a side piece isn't going to admit to having a side piece just because you asked.

DPxDC story where Danny is dating a batkid, it's funniest with Dick in my mind but it can be whoever, and he ends up drawing the very incorrect conclusion that batkid is cheating on him with their vigilante persona. He calls them out for it and batkid is frantically trying to convince him it's not true without revealing that they actually are the vigilante but is struggling because Danny actually has some really good points? And they can't just tell him because it's not just their secret, the entire family would be outed, but Danny is the best boyfriend they've ever had and they really don't want to lose him and the truth is probably the only thing that would be able to counter all of Danny's arguments.

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DPxDC story where Danny is dating a batkid, it's funniest with Dick in my mind but it can be whoever, and he ends up drawing the very incorrect conclusion that batkid is cheating on him with their vigilante persona. He calls them out for it and batkid is frantically trying to convince him it's not true without revealing that they actually are the vigilante but is struggling because Danny actually has some really good points? And they can't just tell him because it's not just their secret, the entire family would be outed, but Danny is the best boyfriend they've ever had and they really don't want to lose him and the truth is probably the only thing that would be able to counter all of Danny's arguments.

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DPxDC Prompt: Meet Cute Fail

Just a Spirit Halloween (Danny/Bruce) fic where Danny and Bruce keep running into each other and having every textbook meet cute there is and Bruce continually fumbling the bag. It's like the moment he sees Danny all his ability to act like a normal person goes out the window. His children are increasingly frustrated with his inability to play it cool. Lucky for Bruce, Danny finds it endearing.

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Crazy how much Eggmans competency varies depending on which media you're looking at. Like it ranges from an accomplished dictator who has already succeeded that they need to overthrow to save the world to Dr. Doofenshmirtz level of capable, intelligent, and would be massively successful if his plans weren't always getting thwarted to Team Rocket where their reactions to his schemes aren't "oh no, it's the bad guy!" but instead "ugh, not this again"

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not that I disagree with Danny, in fact I fully support him, but what exactly did Batman do to earn such excitement about being able to punch him in the face?

Jack: What do you want Alfred: Son, please- Jack: Not your son. Not since you walked out on Mom to go to jolly old England. How's that going, by the way? I heard you walked out on your daughter there, too. Alfred: I know I wasn't the best Father, and you have no reason to forgive me, but this is a matter of life and Death. Jack: Oh, big surprise, good old Dad only comes around when he needs something. How about some tea and biscuits while we're at it? Alfred: Please listen. A few hours ago, the Justice League was compromised. Batman was able to send me a coded message that they were being mind-controlled by ghosts before he was captured. You and your wife are the only known contacts for Phantom. The world needs his help before the Justice League goes on a planned massacre. Jack: ....Fine, but only because thousands of innocent people could get hurt. *Turns to shout up the stairs* Danny! Can you come down here?! Alfred: We don't have time for your kids. We must move before- Jack: Unlike you, I always have time for my kids, but no, this isn't just a moment when you met your grandson. You need Phantom, don't you? Alfred: Yes? Jack: Then you need Danny. Danny: Did you need me, Dad? *looks at door* Who's this? Jack: The man who would rather be a butler/nanny to someone's kid than be a decent Father. Also, your new teammate for the upcoming battle. We're going to punch Batman in his dad-stealing face. Danny shifting into Phantom: FINALLY.

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Masterlist

DP

Oreos and Apologies

Prompts- Wrong Side of the Hunt (DP x SPN), Late Night Encounters

DP x DC

May I Have Your Name

Danny the TikTok Star

Best Wingwomen

Prompts- Adoption to the Left, Friendly Neighborhood Dimension Hopper, Let Danny be an Astronaut Dammit, First Impressions, Oracles Understudy, Cheatcode Danny, Meet Cute Fail

MCYT

To the Victor Goes the Spoils (Traffic SMP)

Prompts- Looped Life (Traffic SMP), Looped Life Cont. (Traffic SMP), Preferred Afterlife (ESMP)

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Oreos and Apologies

The sun blazed in the heat of late spring as Dash made his way out of the locker rooms. The wet droplets still clinging to his hair from his post-practice shower felt cool on his skin. Dash took his time as he walked across school grounds towards the parking lot, enjoying the atmosphere of the empty campus. As team captain he was always last to leave, needing to make sure everyone else got out in a timely manner and all equipment used was properly cleaned and put away, but he didn’t mind. It was nice to not have to put on the performance of the energetic jock when he was exhausted from running drills. So imagine Dash’s surprise when he turned a corner and saw a person sitting against a building, their knees drawn to their chest and head resting in their arms. 

 Was that… Fenton? It was. What was Fenton doing here? Dash froze. Surely he didn’t hear that right? Nope, there it was again. A faint sniffling. Fenton was crying.

Dash wasn’t sure what to do. If this was one of his friends he would comfort them without hesitation but he didn’t know if his presence would be appreciated. Dash knew that he hadn’t been the kindest to Fenton in the past. Who was he kidding, he was an asshole, but he had matured during the summer between sophomore and junior year and stopped picking on him. Even still, that didn’t make them friends in any sense of the word. Hell, he didn’t think he ever apologized. Fenton hadn’t noticed him yet. He could just turn around and leave, pretend he never saw anything, but it just didn’t sit right with him to walk away when the other boy was clearly distressed.

With an internal sigh, prepared for this to bite him in the ass, Dash walked over and sat himself next to Fenton. He kept his gaze stubbornly looking in front of him, even when Fenton jumped at the sudden presence of a person next to him and jerked his head to look up at him. God, Dash was regretting this already. With his eyes still firmly locked in front of him, Dash reached into his backpack, pulled out a snack-size pack of Oreos, and held it out for Fenton to take. Dash couldn’t help but feel nervous as Fenton looked at him, then at the Oreos, then back at him. Like he was being judged. Whatever he was looking for, he must have deemed Dash acceptable because he slowly reached a hand up and took the offered snack.

They sat there in a half awkward half comfortable silence, the only sound the occasional crumple of plastic and the soft munching of cookies. Dash knew he needed to talk to Fenton sooner or later, and while this may not have been the best circumstances, Fenton didn’t seem any more willing to start conversation.

“I owe you an apology,” Dash stated bluntly. He tried not to let himself be deterred by the way Fenton turned to look at him but didn’t say anything. “I’ve owed you one for a long time actually.” Fenton actually let out a small snort of laughter at that but didn’t interrupt.

“I’m really sorry for the way I treated you in the past. I could go on about how I was a stupid teen, or I was going through my own shit and I took it out on you, or how peer pressure made it feel okay to pick on the ‘nerds’”, Dash made air quotes with his fingers here, “but that doesn’t excuse my behavior. I was a dick and you didn’t deserve that. You don’t have to forgive me, I don’t expect you to, but I felt like I had to say it.”

Dash trailed off after that, not sure what else he could say, or if he even should say anything else. Thankfully, Fenton saved him from having to.

“If you had given me that little speech at the beginning of the school year, I would’ve laughed in your face,” Fenton’s voice was still somewhat scratchy from his previous crying, “I’d have thought ‘How dumb does he think I am? I’m not falling for that.’” 

Dash’s face burned with shame. He should have known this was a bad idea. 

“But you know?,” Fenton continued, ”Ever since the start of the school year, I’ve noticed the difference in treatment. No degrading nicknames, no threats or acts of violence, you’ve even told other kids to leave me alone. Shit, I’d say you’ve actually been pretty nice to me. I’ll admit I was pretty suspicious at first. Kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to drop the act and go back to how things have always been, but it never did. And now? Maybe you’ve pulled off the long con and I’m an idiot for ever believing you could change, but I think you’re being genuine. So I accept your apology and I do forgive you.”

While it had started rough, Fenton’s voice was firm by the time he finished speaking. There was no waver or doubt in his tone and when Dash looked over at him, Fenton was looking right at him. The eye contact was intense but it showed the real trust that Fenton was placing in him. Trust to not screw him over. Trust that Dash was being sincere. Maybe it was that trust that made Fenton feel comfortable enough to share his thoughts.

“You probably think I’m pathetic right now,” Fenton started, “sitting here after school hours, all alone, crying. But then again, maybe you don’t. Maybe you’d understand. Afterall, in all the years I was bullied, even you respected when I came out.”

Dash’s eyes widened as he realized what Fenton was implying. He let himself see the signs that he didn’t know to look for before. The way Fenton drew up his knees, his arms wrapped around them, as if to shield as much of his chest from view as possible. The way that, if you were able to see past the obstruction, there seemed to be more volume beneath his shirt. Dash let his gaze move downwards and- there. On the ground were torn scraps of fabric. Fenton tensely tracked his movement as Dash slowly reached out to grab one. Upon further inspection Dash could tell that it had once been a binder.

Anger coursed through Dash at the thought of someone tearing Fenton’s binder off of him. Fenton had been right when he said that Dash has always respected his transition. This is because Dash has a cousin who is trans. A cousin that is more like a best friend to him. A cousin who he would kill for if anyone tried to be transphobic to them. So yes, in all the years of bullying, Dash never made a single remark about Fenton being trans. He made sure all his friends knew that he wouldn’t tolerate it if they did either. It had always been too easy to imagine it being his cousin in the victim's place whenever he saw that kind of behavior.

“Who,” Dash said, not taking his gaze off the fabric scrap in his hand. His voice was steely calm, despite the rage burning behind his eyes.

“..What?” Fenton asked, shock evident on his face at Dash’s tone.

“Who. Did this.”

Maybe it was his emotionally compromised state, maybe it was the fact that he had never seen Dash like this, but Fenton didn’t try to argue or say it wasn’t something he should worry himself with. He just dazedly said, “Eric M.”.

Dash nodded to himself before pushing himself off the ground and into a standing position. He briefly dusted himself off before turning to Fenton and holding out a hand.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home,” Dash said. Fenton studied the offered hand. His gaze briefly flicked up to Dash’s face before dropping back down as he hesitantly accepted. 

The two boys slowly started their walk to the school parking lot. It was quiet but not uncomfortably so. Dash frowned as he noticed the way Fenton’s arms came up and wrapped self-consciously across his chest. While the shirt he was wearing wasn’t particularly body conforming, without his binder there was a clear definition. Without saying a word, Dash shrugged off his letterman jacket and draped it over Fenton’s shoulders. The jacket that sat comfortably on Dash absolutely swamped the smaller boy. Fenton gave Dash a questioning look but Dash gave no comment so neither did he.

It didn’t take long for them to reach Dash’s car and after that it was only a ten minute drive to the Fenton household. Dash pulled to the curb right in front of the door. He watched as Fenton slid off the borrowed jacket and gave it back with a quiet “Thanks” before exiting the vehicle. Once out of the car, Fenton offered him a small wave then made his way inside. 

Dash sat there in his parked car even after Fenton was out of sight just thinking over all that had happened. When he finally drove away, he didn’t go home. He had something he needed to take care of first.

~000~

Danny hadn’t expected anything to come from his impromptu chat with Dash when he went to school the following Monday. He walked into school and made his way to meet up with Sam and Tucker before class. He was tense as he walked into homeroom but let out a sigh of both relief and confusion when he saw the empty desk that belonged to Eric. The desk remained empty all throughout first period. And second. And third.

As classes broke for lunch Danny made a quick stop at his locker, assuring his friends he would meet them in the cafeteria after getting what he needed. He was distracted from rifling through his belongings by a soft thud to his right. When he turned to look he found Dash casually leaning against the neighboring locker.

“Hear what happened to Eric?” Dash asked, his tone dripping with faux innocence. His expression was reminiscent of a cat that was very pleased with itself as he gazed out at the hallway. 

“No?” Danny replied, not even trying to hide his confusion.

“Word is he’ll be out of school for a week on bed rest. Broke his leg,” Dash turned to make eye contact now, “Skateboarding accident. Or something.” 

Danny’s expression shifted to one of surprise as he registered what Dash told him and he couldn’t help but feel touched.

“...Or something,” Danny said. 

The two boys stood in silence for a moment, unsaid words hanging in the air, before Dash pushed himself off the wall and started walking away.

“See ya around, Fenton,” He called over his shoulder.

Danny couldn’t help the soft, genuine smile that grew on his face as he watched Dash’s retreating form.

“See ya around, Dash.”

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teo calls it like he sees it, idk what to tell you

the funniest part of celestial monsters was teo saying aurelio walked out of the bathroom "in another one of his slutty tank tops"

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so let's say... hypothetically... that I had an idea for a Ouran Host Club x Danny Phantom crossover fic...

would anyone be interested in something like that?

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Do I understand why Xio and Suerte’s relationship and backstory was written the way it was and do I think it was better for the story Aiden wanted to tell? Yes, absolutely.

Am I still going to read the Venganza mpreg fic for fun? Yes, yes I will

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very few people are going to understand this but these two characters are one and the same