#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 5 - Put it into Speed Drive

Longer chapter this time! The next update probably won't be until Tuesday, and or Wednesday night and then Thursday.

For planning, after 2023 is up, I will not be keeping up with the actual schedule for the races. The chapters will still come in chronological order, but it won't be week by week. This will be the start of the parallel universe.

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You were practically buzzing after the suit fitting. It was just one step closer to getting you in the car. Which would happen very soon. Sunday to be exact. Tomorrow. There were just so many words to describe how soon it was. 

You went from no open doors in F1 to a door that was blown to bits and then shredded, leaving a giant hole for you to just walk through. However, your daydreams of blowing doors up were interrupted by the growl of you stomach. You walked through the door of the fitting room and found Vito right where you left him. 

Such a good manager. 

He was talking to someone though, and you really didn’t want to interrupt. But, your stomach was about to commence in the whale mating call song and you really didn’t want anyone to hear that. Your eyes glanced around before they landed on Mitch, who seemed to just be typing on her tablet. 

You quickly walk over and tap her on the shoulder. “Mitch, uh, where would I be able to find some food?” 

She looked up from her tablet with a smile. Dang, did she just smile at everything? 

“I can take you to get some food if you’d like me to?” she responded. You quickly nodded your head. Taking the lead, Mitch started to walk over to the other side of the sim room. How many rooms were connected to this place? You wondered as she opened a door. 

“This room is one of the more private areas, which in return, gets its own side of the building. From here you’re able to reach just about any other place.” Now that was creepy, could she read your mind? 

Your face must have been in a contemplative look as she let out a small laugh. The walk was short as the two of you entered an all-while room. A small cooking bar was to the left while tables and chairs littered the rest of the floor. Your mouth was wide open. 

You told Mitch, “Dams is not this nice.” A pout came from you. 

“Well, now you don’t have to be jealous. You know that you work here now,” she reminded you as she took a tray and began to walk down the bar. You followed her doing and picked up your own tray. Looking up, you gazed over the menu, trying to find something that looked like it would fit in your diet. 

“By the way, everything here is supposed to go hand in hand with a driver’s diet. So pick anything you’d like,” a voice said from behind the counter. A woman with a hairnet smiled as you finally decided on a club sandwich with some chips (the crunchy kind – not French fries). Once you got your food, you walked over to the table next to the window where Mitch was already sitting. 

You quickly remember that you practically left Vito, so you shot him a quick text letting him know where you were. In typical fashion, she just sent a thumbs up emoji. What a dad. 

The two of you ate in silence for a bit, before Mitch spoke up. 

“So kid, tell me a little bit about yourself.” She took a bite of her sandwich. 

You quickly swallowed. “Uh, I’m 20 years old. I’m from a lot of places, didn’t really stay in one place for long. The longest I stayed anywhere was Texas for 5 years (a.n. shameless plug). I’m pretty introverted and don’t normally talk to others first. I have a little apartment in Nice, but now I think I should look for one close to here. I am an only child. And Danny DeVito is my spirit animal.” 

Mitch almost spit out her drink as her shoulders began to shake. That also got you laughing. “What about you?” you questioned back. You were beginning to feel sad because your sandwich was almost gone. 

“Well, I am 35. I have been at Red Bull for two years now. I was an engineer before this and worked on the car. I don’t have any kids.” 

You interrupted her, “Well now you do.” You pointed at yourself before taking a giant slurp of your drink. 

She rolled her eyes before continuing, “I’ve lived in London my whole life. I have a degree in engineering as well. And my favorite season is fall.” 

Small talk continued as you finished your lunch, or almost dinner. As you looked out the window, you saw that the sun was about to begin to set. You hadn’t realized how long everything had taken. A yawn escaped your lips as you and Mitch made your way back to the simulator room. There Vito was waiting for you, looking ready to go. Saying goodbye with a hug, you told Mitch that you’d see her bright and early for the test drive. 

Not wanting to get left behind, you found yourself sticking to Vito as he guided the two of you back down the poster hallway. At least now you were familiar with the turns and twists. Like the past few days, a car was waiting for you outside. Vito slipped into the driver’s seat while you went around and climbed into the passenger side. 

You immediately connected your phone to sound system. You snickered as you chose the song. 

Vito groaned when he heard the opening notes. You could only laugh as the beat started to pick up. 

“Ah-ah Barbie you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind. Jump into the driver seat and put it into speed drive,” you sang, directed at Vito. To hear the base a bit more, you turned the volume up. However, when it came to the next verse, and you were about to start yelling, your phone began to ring. 

Arthur’s contact photo, one of you at his birthday, popped up. You immediately answered the face time and yelled. 

“Dude, you threw off my groove!” His laughs could be heard throughout the car as his face got into the camera range.  

“I’m sorry?” 

“You should be. What’s up?” 

“I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out later tonight? Since I’m here for testing.” You froze and looked at Vito with wide eyes. You quickly pointed your phone towards the roof of the car. 

You mouthed, “What do I do?” You were scared. What were you supposed to say? Oh hey Arthur, I actually signed a multi-year contract with Red Bull two days ago. Sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner? You definitely could not do that. 

Yet, a slight jut of Vito’s head told you that you could tell him the truth. You inhaled sharply. 

“I’m actually not in Paris at the moment.” Arthur paused. . You only hoped that he wouldn’t be mad at you. 

“You’re not? I thought you were going to be sim testing.” 

“I thought so to. And then I might have gotten a text from…” you muttered the last bit. 

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” He put a hand to his ear. 

You huffed before you shouted, clearly overwhelmed. “I got a text from Christian Horner and I’m driving with Red Bull for 2024!” Your shallowed breaths filled the air. Vito’s hand was placed on your knee for comfort. 

“Well, duh. I knew that dummy?” 

“Hello?” you could only get out. Who told him? 

“You do know that even though my brother may not seem to be friends with Max, they actually are. And Max likes to talk, so he told my brother and my brother told me.” Your eyes must have been bulging. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you sighed, “I didn’t know if I could.” 

Arthur responded, “It’s quite alright. It was fun making you panic for a moment.” 

“You’re an ass. First you interrupt my wonderful concert that Vito was enjoying…” 

“I was not,” Vito leaned towards the phone. 

“As I was saying, men the woman is speaking, and then you decide to make me almost spiral into a panic attack. Not nice TurTur.” You wiggled your finger at the screen. 

He smiled, “I’m actually here in London as well. Thought you might want some company. And Vito invited me to see you drive tomorrow. I’m waiting in your room.” He showed you a room that was almost identical to the one you had at the hotel. You squealed at the thought of seeing him. 

It was a good thing that the car had pulled up to the hotel, because you seat belt flew off in record time. You barely were able to get a quick thank you to the workers before you got to the elevator. You’re sure you pressed the buttons too many times, but the damn thing wouldn’t open any quicker. 

The moment the doors open, you bolted inside, but came into contact with a body, that knocked the two of you over. You said a quick apology before darting to the side and getting in the elevator. You barely saw a neon hoodie and some brown curls before the doors closed. 

Pressing hard down on your floor button, you willed the elevator to move quicker. After what felt like forever, the box dinged. You dashed down the carpeted hallway as you took your key card out of your pocket. 

Although you barely swiped it, the lock beeped and let you into the room. 

Arthur was not expecting you to all but tackle him as you dive bombed into his arms. The forced knocked the both of you off the bed. The pile of limbs and bodies that you and your best friend were ended up in a pile on the floor. You could not stop laughing as you held him tighter. 

You needed him, especially after these past stressful days. Remembering what he did earlier, you pulled back and started to hit him. His hands raised up and tried to defend against your much smaller hands. 

“You” -hit- “are” -smack- “an” -whack- “ass Arthur Leclerc.” 

“Ouch woman, you hurt me,” he feigns as he puts a hand on his heart. Your attacks died down as you hauled yourself off the floor. You held out a hand, he took it, and you lifted him as well. But the moment he was upright, you pushed him over on the bed. His giggles left his mouth. Instead of getting up like you thought he would, he snuggled more into your bed. 

You might as well join him. Hiking your leg up, you rolled him over some before slotting yourself in the space next to him. He let out a noise of complaint, even though he basically opened you with opened arms. 

“I’m glad you’re here. It’s been very stressful,” your words were muffled as you put your head on his chest. 

He let out a scoff, “Sure. You’ve been playing around in the top of the line simulator.” 

Whack. 

“Would you stop that?” he questioned as he dug his fingers into your sides. Laughter soon tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them. 

“Arthur, stop it!” You tried to force his hands away. But because of your smaller build, he was able to continue the attacks. 

A knock at the door saved your life. You all but rolled off the bed, out of Arthur’s arms, and walked to the door. However, you flipped Arthur off before your hand reached the knob. On the other side of the door, Vito stood with his phone in his hand. He looked up once the door was all the way opened. 

“Hi Vito. What’s up?” you asked with head cocked to the side.

“You two up for some karaoke?” He looked over your shoulder at Arthur, who was still sprawled on the bed. 

“I’m down for it. Hey Arthur!” you yelled, Vito wincing at the volume. 

Arthur’s head popped up. “Yeah?” 

“Karaoke?”

He smirked. “Hell yeah.” 

A couple of hours later, you found yourself with Arthur in a karaoke room. Vito had been blacked out for a while on the couch. 

“COUNTRY ROAD, TAKE ME HOME, TO A PLACE, WHERE I BELONG!” Arthur sang into the very cheap looking microphone. 

You continued, sounding as equally bad, “WEST VIRGINA, MOUTAIN MOMMA, COUNTRY ROAD, TAKE ME HoOOoooOOOmE!” 

The song ended and you and Arthur took a mock bow. 

Arthur chanted, “Next song, next song, next song.” Yeah, he was definitely gone. 

“Since you ruined this earlier, I’m picking this one.” You clicked on a button. The familiar beats from earlier that day filled the small room. Arthur groaned from beside you. “Nuh-uh. This is your faut, and now you have to pay the price.” 

Half-heartedly, Arthur began to sing, “She my best friend in the whole world.” He pointed at you while singing the lyrics. You placed your hands on your chest and mocked a sincere look. He only shoved your head away and continued. 

You decided that standing on the table was a good place to sing the chorus, “AH AH BARBIE YOU’RE SO FINE, YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND” 

Arthur finally got into it, “JUMP INTO THE DRIVERS SEAT AND PUT IT INTO SPEED DRive…” the music was suddenly shut off. 

An angry looking worker walked in and told you to get off the table and to leave for the night. You sheepishly got down, walked over to Vito with Arthur, woke him up, and you three were on your way. 

The two of you looked like kids who had to be taken home after getting in trouble with the principal at the school. However, that wouldn’t stop the snickers and giggles that soon filled the whole car, Vito included. 

You were glad that it wasn’t too late. The next morning would be terrible if you didn’t have a good night’s sleep. 

Arthur made sure to get what time everyone was leaving before retiring to his room for the night. You made sure to post some things on your Instagram story before heading to bed. 

You were surprised you had gotten some sleep, because when you woke up, you couldn’t stop shaking. Not know if it was from excitement or nervousness, you got ready quickly. There was a fruit bowl in your room. For breakfast, you indulged in a banana and an orange. Vito probably arranged for a bigger breakfast to be served at the practice track. 

You met up with Arthur and Vito in the lobby. You nudged him as you walked passed. 

“You ready?” he asked as he followed you to the car that was waiting under the walkway. 

“As I’ll every be.” There was a slight hitch in your tone that told Arthur everything he needed to know. 

After the two of you climbed into the back seats, and Vito in the passenger seat, Arthur put his arm around you. Just the feeling of his company helped to ease the anxiety that was bubbling inside you. It seemed to grow with each corner that got you closer and closer to the track. 

There would be quite a few people there today, more than you would like. But each person was necessary. The track was farther and out of the city. 

You knew that Mitch would have your suit and helmet ready for you once you got there. You would be debrief on the track and how the car should behave. You would be doing a mock race, but it would still be shorter than most races – about 50 laps or so. 

Your goal that you had gone over with Mitch would be to set one of the fastest test laps. Your time to beat was 1 minute and 19.721 seconds. You thumbs-upped the message and said that you’d try your best. 

The car slowed down as it approached the entrance. And before you knew it, you were in your suit and balaclava as Mitch talked with you once more before you started getting in the car. It was one of the newer cars, the RB 17. 

You saw Christian approach and you checked over a few more things. 

“You like the car?” he asked, nodding his head over to the machine behind him. 

“I love it. Can’t wait to see how she drives. Was she driven for any races?” You were curious and wanted to know. 

He smirked. “That is Max’s championship car.” Your hands froze, holding your zipper. You looked up at Christian, eyes wide. You gulped. 

“Aha, very funny.” 

“I’m not joking.” His face was deadpanned. 

“Well, I will try to be careful with it.” He only laughed and put a hand on your shoulder. 

“You just drive the car like you normally do. The sim showed me everything I need to know.” With that, he walked closer to the wall and put a on a set of headphone.

“No pressure Y/n,” you told yourself. Breathing in and out, you put your helmet on. Arthur decided to walk up and clip the two straps for you, something he often did before your races. You both did your little handshake before he patted you shoulder. He was also given some headphones, along with Vito. They were all counting on you. 

You stepped closer to the car. Lifting your leg, you swung it over, then the other. You shimmied down into the car and connected the things that needed to be connected. The men around you started to lower the car and take off the different machinery. You would start the track on medium tires. You were told that after the first half, you could switch to the softs if you think you needed to. 

The final parts of the car were put on and you were handed the steering wheel. You carefully placed the connect parts together as you felt the car turned on. You could feel it almost breathing. It was alive. 

You were able to taxi the car out onto the mock grid. 

“Alright Y/n, radio check,” Mitch’s voice came on through your helmet. 

“If I can have a walk up song for Vegas, I heard a rumor that that was coming back, and if I get introduced, can it be Life is a Highway? Please?” 

“Radio is working,” Mitch responded. 

“Please Mitch?” you prodded. You heard a sigh as you smiled. 

“We can discuss later. I will ask Christian.” You did a small pump of your hands before getting back into the zone. From where you were, you had a good view of the lights. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Speed. I am speed. 

Red. Red. Red. 

Green. 

Your feet hit the pedals and off you went for the “warming up” lap. The track had a good mix of straights and turns to warm up the tires. 

The first few laps after went smoothly. But, you knew it wasn’t time for your flying lap. To keep it fair, the past drivers only had one lap to set a time. 

You pressed the button for the radio, “There seems to be some unbalance on Turn 5. I don’t know if it’s the track or the car.” Your voice sounded rattly. 

“Checking,” Mitch responded back at the “pit lane.” 

Christian piped up from her right, “Max has said that before about that exact turn. It’s uncanny.” 

“Ok kid, it seems like it might be an issue with the track. Try to avoid it by slowing down to go wide, but accelerate going out of the apex.” 

“Roger,” you responded. On the next lap, you did exactly that. And you were pleased to see that it actually worked. 

“Balance of the car is good.” 

“Thank you Y/n.” 

“Can I come in for softs? I want to try the flying lap.” 

“Ok, box for softs.” 

You pulled your car into the pit lane. It wasn’t the fastest pit stop you’ve had, but it really didn’t matter. You did a few laps on the softs. Although you knew the track would eat them up, you also knew that you did your best laps on slightly used softs. 

Christian spoke up again, “She knows that softs run out quickly. She should have done the flying lap on the first one.” 

Now, Arthur talked first, “She does all of her best laps on slightly used softs. It’s how she’s won so many races. Because Y/n knows her tires better than anyone.” Christian hummed as he watched your dot go around the animated track. 

The radio beeped as a message came from your car, “I’m gonna go for it. Starting the flying lap.” 

Mitch responded, “Copy.” The team waited with baited breath and you seemed to glide around the turns. 

You were truly one with whatever car you drove. 

The clocked seemed to tick in slow motion as you finally came to the last straight. Once you passed the line, you slowed down just a bit. 

“Ok Mitch, how did I do?” you asked. 

She breathed before responding, “One minute, nineteen point 7 seconds. Congratulations kid, you have broken our current record. Your cheers could be heard over the radio. They mixed with the team’s own cheering as well. You were just .021 seconds faster than whoever held the previous record. And you did it in a two, almost, three year old car. 

“Who used to hold the position?” 

This time, Christian’s voice came on over the radio, “It was Max, kid.” 

You let out a laugh of disbelief, before realizing that Christian was on the radio. 

“Christian, can my walk up song for Vegas be Life is a Highway. Please.” You waited for his answer. 

“Sure kid.” 

“Yes! Best day ever! Can I got another lap? I want to put this baby into speed drive. Vito! Arthur!”

“On it kid.” 

“Got it Y/n!” 

You guessed one of them held their phones to the radio. This time you would hear the entire song. You knew it. You shimmied back down into the seat and floored the throttle. 

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[scoobydoodean]

Thinking about 4.11 “Family Remains” and how Dean keeps insisting to Brian (the dad) that he will save Brian’s family—that he will put himself at risk for them and he will find Danny.

Eventually, Brian asks Dean straight up why he cares so much—why he's willing to put himself at such risk for them. Dean doesn’t get to answer.

We know from the start of the episode that Dean has been hunting non-stop to cope with his trauma. That's made pretty obvious at the beginning of the episode:

SAM: What are you doing? DEAN: What's it look like I'm doing? SAM: Like you're looking for a job. DEAN: Yahtzee. SAM: We just finished a job like two hours ago. DEAN: Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town? SAM: I am all for working. I really am. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep. DEAN: Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead. SAM: You're exhausted, Dean. DEAN: I'm good. SAM: No, you're not. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever. DEAN: And what am I running from? SAM: From what you told me. Or are we pretending that never happened?

We've seen this behavior from Sam before too—Sam pushing back to back hunts in 1.19-1.20 to cope with his anger, and in 2.11 (due to guilt over Ava) and in 2.19 to deal with Madison's death, and in 3.11 to deal with Dean's (temporary) death. We'll see it in the future too—the brothers displaying a need to work to get through something.

So it’s easy to say Dean is simply pushing himself to "be the hero" in 4.11 because of guilt about Hell and leave it at that. I do think Dean believes in atonement (we get hints about this in 4.05), but I think the reason Dean insists on being the person to jump down in the first hole they find instead of Ted, and then insists on going down the second compartment to find Danny when Brian is ready to do it, is also because Dean has a feeling they're going to have to kill this girl, and however scary she may be—however violent—she's also a victim of horrific abuse, and taking a life is always a serious thing. So Dean's trying to spare Brian from that trauma.

Dean doesn’t want Brian to have to take a life and (no matter how justified the kill) feel like a monster. Dean already does feel like a monster (no matter how justified his actions were, no matter how understandable it was because it was born from decades of torture... he still feels and deals with terrible guilt). So Dean takes on the highest risks and puts himself on the front line, upping the chance that if anyone has to do any killing tonight, it'll be him.

Dean does end up killing the boy in the walls in self defense, and the camera focuses on Dean staring at his body as Sam enters, while a sad theme plays in the background, and then we get this look from Dean:

This is the first time in the series that either brother kills a human (besides a demon meatsuit) and a teenager at that, so there's a special weight to it.

But Brian still ends up killing the girl in the walls immediately after this, and that scene is one of the more horrifying ones, because it's shot in a way that casts Brian as the monster lurking in the dark.

Earlier in the episode, we establish the horror of the anticipation of having ones legs grabbed.

DEAN finds a hole in the floor and looks through. TED: You're not going down there. DEAN: Well, do you want to? TED says nothing. DEAN starts down. DEAN: Please nobody grab my leg. Please nobody grab my leg.

And when Brian attacks the girl in the walls, from the perspective of his wife Susan and his daughter Kate, all we see is the girl suddenly get dragged out into the dark by the legs.

Then we focus on Susan and Kate as they listen in terror to the sound of her screaming as she's stabbed over and over and over.

When Brian knocks on the door they jump and scream.

After Susan opens the door for Brian, she backs away from him almost warily.

They see the knife—the blood on his hands and clothes.

Brian saved them, but he's shot as the monster who reaches out and grabs you by the legs. We cast the girl in the walls as a smaller monster (ultimately just a child who can easily be overpowered) snatched up in the jaws of a much bigger fish. All despite the fact that Brian did what he had to do.

SAM: You okay? DEAN: You know, I felt for those sons of bitches back there. Lifelong torture turns you into something like that. SAM: You were in hell, Dean. Look, maybe you did what you did there, but you're not them. They were barely human. DEAN: Yeah, you're right. I wasn't like them. I was worse.

[starcatcher-gvf]

Back and Forth - Chapter 4

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Word Count: 5.4k

I'm SO sorry for the late update! College has been a mess recently, and work is always horrible. But I FINALLY finished this chapter! There will be more after this, so stay tuned!

Warnings: Language, smut, sexual content, smoking, kissing, foreplay, touching, guitar face/drummer face (if you know you know ;)), male receiving oral, frottage (for real!), nipple play/stimulation, fluff

Let me know if I missed any warnings! Enjoy :)

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The car stopped abruptly outside a generic-looking hotel, some sort of inn that promised dreamless sleep in a strange bed and a full continental breakfast at 5 in the morning. Danny popped the door open on his right and let himself out, Jake scooting out behind. The men looked at the dingy place with confusion. The Garden Inn? Was this the right hotel?

Danny fished the hotel key card he was given from his back pocket. Before leaving for the bar, their tour manager handed it to him and told him where the hotel was. But Danny was in such a hurry that what he heard went in one ear and out the other.

They both looked at the key card. No name. Danny flipped it on the back. No name. Just stock photos of random city skylines and the room number. 635.

“Well, that’s not helpful.” Jake looked back to the hotel and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Hold on, I’ll call someone right quick.” Danny whipped out his phone and searched through his contacts. He clicked the number and held the phone to his ear, waiting for Sam to pick up.

Danny knew Sam would be more likely to pick up than Josh: the diva needed his beauty sleep, after all. And the younger brother had a notorious habit of staying up too late with his reeling brain. Come on, Sam, I know you’re up. Pick up the damn phone.

“Daniel?”

“Hey, Sam. What’s the hotel we’re staying at tonight?” Danny breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at Jake. He was wringing his hands around, and he still looked nervous and almost seasick.

“Aren’t you here?” Danny could hear Sam shifting around, presumably to look out the window.

He gulped. Danny completely forgot to tell anyone where he was going, to make up some sort of excuse for being absent. Josh and Sam got their own rides back to the hotel, so they most likely assumed Jake and him did the same. Danny rubbed the back of his neck and looked towards the front of the hotel again. “Um…no. I went out after the show.”

“You…went out. With who?” Sam’s prying tone made Danny wobbly. His heart was beating in his ears again.

“Just tell me what the hotel’s name is. We’re outside one, but I don’t know if it’s the right one. There’s no name on the key card.”

“You’re bringing someone?!” Sam blurted in Danny’s ear. He had to hold the phone back from his ear so it wouldn’t get ruptured.

I said “we”? I said “we”. Danny looked back at Jake and saw his eyes burning holes back into him. Jake mouthed “We?”. Danny’s stomach felt like it turned to jelly.

“No, no! I’m outside. Just me. What’s the name of the hotel, Samuel?!” He was at his wit’s end. Just tell me the FUCKING name.

“Oh, you’re so lucky my view is from the side, I would’ve busted you!” Sam, shuffling again, laughed with a slight hint of resentment in his voice. “We’re at the Garden Inn, on the corner of Southwest and…Green, I think? Either way, you can’t miss it. It’s got this big fucking sign at the front, and it flashes so bad I couldn’t look at it.”

Danny looked up at the sign again and, sure enough, Garden Inn was flashing so quickly he had to look away after a couple seconds. “Yeah, I see it. Thanks, Sam. G’night.”

“Night, Daniel. Don’t go too crazy. Make sure she can walk by tomorrow, we gotta pack up and get on the road by ten,” Sam replied with a laugh before hanging up abruptly.

Danny felt his ears get hot at Sam’s implications. Jake snickered beside him and brought out a matching key card for his room. “I assume this is the right place, then?”

Jake’s smile made Danny almost swoon. His entire face cracked open, revealing the smart, shy, talented boy Danny first met all those years ago, when they asked if he wanted to be in the band. His sick look was fading, revealing all his best features to Danny. The dimple on his left cheek. His eyes, slightly squinting from his smile. His teeth, shining beautifully underneath his lips. His lips, God, his lips. Danny was reminiscing on the way they felt pressed against his own, strong enough to crush coal into diamonds.

“Hey. You heard me?” Jake’s voice shot through the air and shook Danny out of his trance. He also heard Jake’s fingers snapping in front of his face.

“What?”

“I said I was gonna go to my room for a bit, if that’s alright,” Jake reiterated. “Maybe get a snack from a vending machine. And, uh…” Jake pointed to his mouth shyly.

“Oh! Yeah, take your time.” Danny ran up to the door and held it open for the guitarist, feeling dumb for not thinking of that earlier.

Jake walked past Danny, but he leaned in close to his ear and placed a small kiss behind it before walking into the lobby.

Jake let the door of the hotel room close behind him as he flopped onto the bed, careful not to crush the plastic container holding the turkey sandwich he got from the hi-tech vending machine down the hall. He groaned into the mattress, feeling his stomach churn with his anxiety and his hunger. His fingers reached his lips, still feeling Danny’s mouth on them. Feeling Danny’s neck on them. Jake sighed, letting a small smile through while his eyes surveyed the hotel room.

The room surrounding him looked like any other: off-white walls with a soft warm glow emanating from the lamp on the bedside table, pictures hung on the walls that matched the key cards, dark blue carpet that hid any trace of dirt or grime that might be lying there. But the bed, to Jake’s surprise, was soft and fluffy. It beckoned him to sleep. But he couldn’t sleep. Not yet.

Jake sat up and started eating, the feeling of food hitting his stomach keeping it quiet. The sandwich was harder than he thought it would be, but he didn’t mind that much. All that mattered was that he was keeping Danny waiting.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin he picked up from the room’s small kitchen area and tossed the trash into the small can at his feet. Jake looked across the room at his duffel bag, packed with the bare minimum of necessities, including his toothbrush and toothpaste.

The headache Jake felt was dull, but he could still feel it behind his eyes. The stress, the embarrassment of it all. He hoped Danny didn’t look down on him, didn’t see him as weak or fragile. Though he wanted, needed, to feel Danny overpower him, dominate him in some way, he still wanted some of his dark and mysterious personality to be intact. With a grumble he picked up his bag and shuffled into the bathroom.

He dumped the few items out he had packed onto the counter, and out rattled his small wooden cigar box. Jake stared at it for a second and opened it to see one last cigar placed in the middle of it. He put it in his pocket, just for good measure, and reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste.

Danny walked out of his bathroom over to the sliding glass window. There was a speck of mint toothpaste left on the corner of his mouth, but he saw it in the window’s reflection and quickly wiped it away with his thumb. He sighed and opened the glass door.

The wind whipped his hair around his face and raised the hair on his arms. Danny’s choice of pajamas didn’t exactly fit the weather, but he needed to get outside, clear his head, before Jake made his way to his room. The vintage band t-shirt billowed, but his gray sweatpants at least kept his legs warm.

He leaned on the railing of the balcony and looked around at the sky. The moon had completely disappeared at this point, leaving only the stars shining in the inky blackness. He also noticed the clouds moving faster to his left. Though Danny stared at the inclement weather, his head was still filled with Jake. He leaned his forehead on the railing now, staring past the sidewalk below.

What a fucking day.

He couldn’t believe it. Jake actually kissed him. A real kiss, with real feeling, real emotion. Danny remembered how slender Jake felt in his arms, how perfect his body fit in his hands. He shuddered, partly from the wind’s chill and from his memories repeating on loop. He wanted more, but did Jake? Those eyes on stage said one thing, but he might not have meant it in that way.

Danny felt his pulse quicken, a sign of his building arousal. But, he also felt something else: a tightness in his chest, like his heart was being squeezed. He felt like he could cry or hyperventilate. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Just foreign.

He then heard the pounding on the door.

He jolted out of his stupor and looked toward the door, making sure it wasn’t his imagination playing tricks on him, or some early-morning housekeeper. A pause ensued that felt like eternity. How long had he been zoned out?

“Dan?” Jake’s voice rang out through the sound of the wind. Dan. Danny quickly straightened up and walked back inside, neglecting the open glass door as his mind was laser-focused on Jake, Jake, Jake.

He unlocked the door and fumbled with the handle before throwing it open. Jake stood in the hallway, one fist ready to knock on the door again, the other in his pocket. His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with the ends spilling around the back of his neck. Small strands of hair framed his face and made his eyes seem infinitely darker. Danny’s breath stalled in his throat. He opened the door wider, allowing room for Jake to walk through.

Jake walked past him but stopped in the middle of the room. As Danny closed and locked the door, Jake looked back and asked, “Getting some fresh air?”

Danny looked towards the open balcony door, the curtains billowing in the wind. “Shit, lemme get that.” He made his way to close the door, but Jake’s hand met with the middle of his chest.

“Actually,” Jake said as he pulled the cigar from his pocket. “I had another idea. We can’t get caught smoking on hotel property, so we gotta be careful” His mouth formed into a smirk as their eyes met again.

Danny was not expecting this to end like how it started. Jake’s hand lingered on his chest, spreading warmth through his body. Fuck. If he already had this much of an effect on him, he might as well just finish in his pants. Every single thing about Jake made his arousal more enhanced in this moment: his messy hair, the bare skin peeking out from his button-down, his musky smell. He suddenly felt that warmth radiate towards his cock and felt his pulse coarse through him harder.

“Jake.”

Jake’s hand trailed lower and lower, sliding over his abdominal muscles and his stomach. His thin t-shirt didn’t provide any sort of protection against the wind or Jake’s touch. He could feel every sensation like he was being struck by lightning with each inch he moved further down. But Danny wasn’t the only one whose composure was faltering. He could hear Jake’s breath picking up as his fingers landed on the waistband of Danny’s gray sweatpants. They felt too tight already. God, what is he doing to me?

“We gonna go smoke?” He tried to grab Jake’s attention again.

“Yeah,” Jake said after slipping his hand away from Danny. “Yeah.”

The smoke Jake exhaled blew away in the wind. He crossed his feet and leaned against the balcony as he passed the cigar to his left where Danny was. Danny plucked it from Jake’s fingers and brought it to his mouth for another drag.

They hadn’t said anything for fifteen minutes, but the inside of Jake’s head was loud. Really loud. The buzz from the cigar couldn’t quell his nerves like he wanted it to. He just stared out at the sky and waited for the man beside him to pass the half-burnt cigar.

His gaze lingered back to Danny from the side of his vision. Jake could see his tattoo now from this angle; the black ink contrasted with his tanned skin, but it looked so right, like it was destined to brand his skin. The moon may be Jake’s thing, but Danny wore it well too. Acting impulsively, Jake leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on the triangle, and he chuckled as he felt Danny jump slightly.

“What now?” Danny looked back at Jake with expectant eyes. Jake gulped.

“I’m not too sure.” A pause.

“Have you ever…?” Danny inquired.

“No. Have you?”

“No.” Jake’s pulse quickened. This was so new to both of them. Uncharted territory. All Jake knew was that he wanted to explore every inch of him. Somehow.

Danny passed the almost-finished cigar back to him. Jake took it and inhaled one last breath of smoke and held it in. He felt his lungs burning, screaming for air, but he wouldn’t let it out just yet. He quickly put the cigar out on the railing and dropped it in the street below before reaching for Danny’s face with both hands.

Danny’s arms automatically wrapped around Jake’s waist as their lips met for a passionate kiss, almost like they’ve done this so many times before. Like instinct. Smoke wrapped around them as Jake’s mouth opened and allowed Danny’s tongue to slip in.

Jake sighed at the sensation. The buzz in his head was growing again, more intense than he ever felt while performing. The feeling of Danny’s tongue, warm and exciting, against his own sent rushes of adrenaline and dopamine through his brain. He also felt Danny’s breath quicken as the kiss deepened, and his voice let out a small noise of strain. Oh God, oh God.

Jake pulled away abruptly as they both gasped for air. His gulps for air were interrupted by a small laugh from Danny. “You alright?”

Jake nodded with hooded eyes, staring longingly at his mouth, wanting more despite being oxygen-deprived. But Danny put a finger to his lips and pushed his head back slightly. “I have another idea.”

Danny led Jake back inside his room. The warmth in the hotel shocked Jake, a sudden contrast to the chill of the wind outside. Danny slid the glass door shut, which left a silence in the room punctuated by soft thuds from above, presumably somebody’s footsteps. His nervousness slammed back into him all of a sudden, and he sat down at the foot of the bed to steady himself. Another idea.

Danny stood over him and placed his hands on the bed, one on each side of Jake’s lap. Their mouths met again in a kiss, soft but sensual, as Danny lowered himself onto his knees. Jake pulled him closer by the back of his neck with one hand, the other placed on his shoulder. He had a faint idea of what was to come, but he just wanted Danny’s mouth as close to his as humanly possible.

Jake felt a calculated pressure on his cock, which made him squirm and moan into Danny’s mouth. He looked down slightly and found Danny’s hand pressed onto him. Fuck, his hand felt good. The warmth even through his jeans sent his body ablaze, and he started bucking up into his hand without even realizing it. “Dan…”

Danny separated themselves with a loud smack resonating through the room from their kiss. He leaned forward to his neck and placed sloppy wet kisses along Jake’s throat, paying special attention to the spot where his carotid artery made his skin pulsate. Jake sighed and ran both of his hands through Danny’s hair, feeling the curls and small tangles his textured hair left. A particularly rough bite on the side of his neck made Jake hiss through his teeth and pull Danny’s hair slightly.

“Ngh…you okay?” Danny breathed into Jake’s neck, testing the waters.

Jake nodded, finding his concern endearing and erotic at the same time. He reached behind his head and unraveled his bun, letting his hair fall onto Danny’s face and neck. He felt Danny lick a stripe up the side of his neck to his ear where he nipped at his earlobe, gently pulling on the small silver hoop Jake had adorning his ears.

“Can I…?” Danny asked, making sure to punctuate his words with a harder press of his hand on Jake’s jeans. Jake’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, both from his words and from his movements. He slowly nodded. He already knew. He would give anything to feel that, to see Danny defile him, to see himself defile Danny. He bit his bottom lip in anticipation.

Danny slowly lowered himself lower and lower, leveling eye-to-eye with Jake’s stomach. He placed his hands on Jake’s knees and spread them apart quickly. He heard Jake gasp and swallow, most likely in anticipation. Or was it his nerves? Danny looked up at Jake’s face, surprised to find his eyes staring intensely back at him.

“You tell me if it gets to be too much, okay? Do we need a safe word?” Danny thought this might be better than just “no”; that word could be taken in so many ways.

“How about ‘smoke’?” Jake proposed with a small smile. Smoke, Danny thought. How fitting.

“‘Smoke’ it is. And ‘fire’ for…” Danny trailed off as he slowly undid Jake’s jeans with one hand while keeping the other on his knee to keep them spread apart. Jake’s breath picked back up again, with his chest moving with his laborious breaths.

Danny pulled the elastic band of his boxers down to reveal a neat patch of hair settled at the base. Then slowly, slowly, Jake was freed. Danny’s mouth became dry as he stared. He never thought something like this could be so…pretty? That wasn’t the right word, but it was close. Jake’s member, pulsating with his arousal, wasn’t huge, but it was enough. The vein that ran along the underside led a trail towards his tip, swollen and pink and glistening with precome. A sight to see.

Danny looked up at Jake’s face again for one last moment of approval, but he was met with an impatient, lust-filled expression. His cheeks were flushed, and his hand was at his mouth, fingers pressed lightly on his lips. His doe eyes were fixated on Danny’s, pupils blown with lust, awaiting the next move. Come on come on come on, his face seemed to say.

He took Jake into his hand and started a slow rhythm of strokes, using Jake’s precome and some of his own spit to lubricate his movements. Jake’s voice rang out with a mhmm, fueling Danny to pick up the pace slightly. Fuck.

Jake let his head fall back, exposing his chest gleaming a little with sweat. The Atocha coins around his neck were clanging together with every inhale and exhale he took that matched the rhythm of Danny’s hand. With each pump of his fist, Danny’s own erection grew harder and harder in his pants, threatening to burst through if given the chance. He needed to calm down, focus on Jake first and foremost, before even thinking about himself. But damn, did Jake look good. His cover was slipping, leaving behind a shaking mess of a man.

Danny swallowed and placed his lips at the tip. He leaned in as close as he could and parted his lips, taking the first inch of Jake into his mouth. Jake’s head shot forward with a gasp, his knees closing on the sides of his head and applying faint pressure to his temples. Jake’s hair curtained his face and…holy shit. Danny looked up to the same face Jake usually makes when in a musical trance on stage: lips parted, eyes barely open, a sheen of sweat on his brow. “Shit…” Jake said through his breaths.

Danny felt his heart stutter at his expletive and decided to go farther, deeper. He lowered his head, taking in as much of Jake’s cock as he could without gagging. The rhythm Danny set made Jake’s legs shake, and he felt Jake’s hand burrow in his hair, pulling and pushing his head up and down unconsciously. Guiding him. Danny’s eyes watered, silently gagging but not caring.

Oh my fucking God. Jake couldn’t believe what was happening. Of course he’d had blowjobs in the past before, from various ex-girlfriends in high school and after, but this felt different. His cock was so sensitive to Danny’s touch he felt like he would come undone in seconds. And his chest felt tight, like he would cry. What the fuck was happening?

The hand Jake had in Danny’s hair kept bobbing his head up and down, up and down. The coil in his stomach threatened to burst all too soon, and Jake panicked. No, no, no, don’t. He didn’t want this to end yet, but he was too close. He haphazardly pulled Danny’s hair, hard, getting his mouth off of him with a pop.

Danny’s eyes widened in matching panic. Jake realized the implications of what he just did and tried to explain through ragged breaths. “I don’t…want it to end so soon. I was gonna…” Jake trailed off in embarrassment.

Danny reached a hand up to cup Jake’s cheek and gave him a smile. “It’s okay. It doesn’t have to end just there.”

Jake’s cheeks flushed under Danny’s touch. He thought after this they would go back to their separate rooms, their separate lives, and never speak of this again. Jake wanted to stay, wanted Danny to stay, wanted him to want to stay. The blur of thoughts and implications made Jake feel dizzy, and he leaned forward to press his forehead against Danny’s.

“I want you,” Jake broke the silence.

“I know. I do too.”

“There’s nothing here to, y’know, help with that though.” Jake chuckled. He had the least bit of experience with intimacy between two men, but he figured they would need a lot of lube.

Danny laughed through his nose, a quiet sound. “We can save that for another time, okay?”

“Okay,” Jake replied. Another time. Jake’s heart fluttered at the thought. “What do we do about this now?” He gestured between them. His own painfully hard cock twitched between them, and Danny’s sweatpants had a visible tent.

Danny’s eyes lit up. “Slide back.” Jake cocked his eyebrow but complied, sliding back onto the bed. His shirt started to slide off of his shoulders, so he slid both arms out of the sleeves, leaving the button-up on the covers of the bed.

Danny threw his shirt off as well and placed it on the floor near the bed. He crawled over to Jake and sat criss-cross. His chest, adorned with a patch of dark hair, tensed with every movement. Jake couldn’t help but stare; he was practically drooling.

Jake yelped as Danny grabbed his waist, digging his fingers into his sensitive muscles. He was lifted onto his lap, knees straddling the larger man’s legs. His tip brushed Danny’s clothed length, and he shuddered from the touch. Danny’s face was eye-level to Jake’s chest, bare and glistening with sweat. The coins on Jake’s neck were now cold and coated with sweat, but Danny’s lingering breath warmed them up slightly.

What sounded like a growl emanated from Danny’s throat as he shuffled the band of his sweatpants down just enough to uncover himself. Jake swallowed as they connected. Danny’s cock was warm against his own, throbbing painfully with blood flow. Jake couldn’t handle it anymore, Fuck what he said earlier. He needed this.

A string of saliva dripped down between them from Jake’s mouth and landed on Danny’s tip. He gasped lightly as Jake took both of their cocks in his right hand and slowly, agonizingly, started to pump them together. The wetness of Jake’s cock, both from his own precum and Danny’s remaining spit, made the friction more fluid.

Danny’s head tilted back and a small moan escaped his mouth. This fueled Jake Jake even more, coaxing him to set a faster pace.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Danny reacted. He placed a hand on Jake’s waist to pull themselves closer to each other. Their cocks were now pressed up against each other’s stomachs, but there was still enough room for Jake’s hand to continue the movement. The tip of Jake brushed up against Danny, which he found to be a heavenly sensation, and it seemed that Danny was feeling the same way. His bottom lip was tucked underneath his teeth, presumably to stifle a louder moan of pleasure.

Jake’s composure was faltering even more. Sweat was rolling down his face and body in large droplets and chilling in the room’s air. Still, he felt like he was melting, both from the heat of being so close to Danny and his building orgasm.

Jake let his mouth hang open as Danny added his hand to the mix. Jake’s right and Danny’s left were connected, fingers brushing against each other, as they touched each other. Danny pulled Jake even closer and licked a stripe between his pectorals, gathering a trail of sweat onto his tongue. His tongue lingered on Jake’s chest for a second, all the while managing a steady pace, and he suddenly licked one of Jake’s nipples.

Jake gasped as Danny kept swiping his tongue over the hard bud. Never could he in his wildest dreams imagine that this act could feel so…intoxicating. More moans escaped his mouth, not of his own accord, and he put his lips to the top of Danny’s head to stifle them.

“Smoke?” Danny asked. He slowed the pace down on their lengths but still kept the pressure.

Jake almost wanted to laugh, but his heart ached in his chest too. Throughout all this, Danny was still concerned about how Jake felt and wanted to make sure he was okay. This was the Danny he adored so much: his quiet gentle companion in the band. His quiet gentle lover? Jake’s head was spinning again. All he knew was that this moment was his and theirs. Danny was his.

“Fire,” Jake whispered.

The word rang between Danny’s ears. Fire. His legs were numb from the way they were sitting, but he could still feel the warmth spreading through his legs and up to his sacrum. His length was pulsating more intensely now. He could feel it moving slightly in his own hand, and he was damn sure Jake could feel it in his. Fuck.

Danny took this breathless word and ran with it. He tightened his grip on themselves and pumped faster, putting monumental pressure on both of their tips. Precum smeared all over his hand and on their cocks, becoming one in the same. The sight could make Danny come undone, but he wouldn’t get there without Jake. No way in hell.

Jake’s moans started again, and Danny could feel his voice reverberating through his head as he breathed against the top of his head. He could also hear the wetness of their movements between them as Jake moved his hips for more friction. Danny let out a hum of approval at the sight of Jake fucking into their hands, fucking against Danny’s own cock. Seeing Jake so lost in this moment was so beautiful and gratifying. A voice in his mind told him that he would never be able to forget this.

Jake’s movements with his hand and hips were getting sloppier, and his hips stuttered on occasion. Is he…? Danny couldn’t tell, but he wanted to ride that high with Jake. Needed to.

Danny tightened his grip on Jake’s waist with his right arm and kept him moving. Face against his chest again, Danny took the other neglected nipple in his mouth and rolled his tongue along it.

A cry sounded from Jake’s mouth, and a hand gripped at the back of Danny’s head, pulling his hair in a fist but not to pull Danny’s mouth away. To keep him there.

“Just like that…” Jake breathed out. Danny couldn’t look up from the angle he was in, but he could tell Jake was looking at him. Watching him. Getting off on this sight, this moment, this feeling.

That warmth spread through Danny again, but he didn’t try to quell it or reign it in. He ran his tongue up Jake’s pectoral to the base of his neck and asked, “Fire?”

“Please…fire.”

Danny’s hand moved at an unattainable pace, faster than Jake could manage. Jake leaned his forehead down on Danny’s, mouth open and breathing like he had almost drowned. A tingle ran along Danny’s spine and ran through his blood. Oh God. He gritted his teeth and seized up, hips moving sporadically as his orgasm painted Jake’s stomach. His voice came through in a groan between ragged breaths.

His hand still moved but only held Jake’s aching cock. Jake leaned back on both hands now, still straddling Danny. He looked into Danny’s eyes, eyes half-lidded and eyebrows furrowed, as Danny pumped him to finish. Jake’s eyes abruptly rolled into the back of his head and his expression completely changed.

Danny felt a pang of worry for a second, but it melted away when Jake whipped his head back and cried out in pleasure. His release coated Danny’s hand and chest and stomach. Jake’s cries were louder than he meant them to be, but Danny didn’t care at this point. Jake’s chest quivered and expanded with breath as his back arched, letting his orgasm punch through him.

He let his head come back forward, and he looked at Danny with a tilt of his head and a blissful smile. Danny smiled back with love in his heart.

BANG. BANG.

Both men jumped at the sudden thumps, and they looked towards the wall behind the headboard of the bed. They looked back at each other with wide eyes like deer in the night.

And they laughed. Jake leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Danny, still snickering. Danny could feel him breathing in his scent, and he hummed. He returned Jake’s embrace with a kiss to his temple and his fingers tracing the skin on his back. Jake pulled his head back and kissed him deeply. The lingering taste of cigar came back, though it felt like ages since they were outside.

Danny pulled back from the kiss, and a sticky sound resonated between them as their bodies separated. Their stomachs were pressed together, and the evidence of their climax was mixed together now. A mess, truly, but Danny thought it was a beautiful mess.

He looked over at the clock on the bedside table. 3:51 am. Shit. He didn’t think it was this late already, but time flies. “I guess we should shower, huh?” He offered.

“Hmm, I guess.” Jake scooted back on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Their orgasms were painted all over his abdomen and his torso was coated in sweat, but despite his words, he made no move to get up for a shower.

“Don’t get too comfortable, now.” Danny stood up and stretched his arms upward to get his blood flowing again to his legs. “I could shower first, or you could. It doesn’t really matter.”

“Or we could shower together,” Jake said with a smirk. His eyes were closed now and his arms were crossed behind his head. Danny’s heart thumped, but he couldn’t get distracted. Sam said they were hitting the road at ten in the morning. Six hours from now.

“As much as I’d love that,” Danny replied. “We can’t. We have to get up around eight thirty.” Danny leaned on the bed and reached over for a chaste kiss.

“Hmmmm, you go first then.” Jake opened his eyes to look into Danny’s. “Was I that loud?”

Danny chuckled. “I think they’re just mad they didn’t get any tonight.” He stood back up and made his way to the bathroom.

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I have DND in like, an hour and a half, so I gotta make this prompt/idea dump quick.

DPxDC ideas to dump on anyone who wants to hear!

This one is focus on a little piece of Jason and Danny’s revivals.

So, first, Jason. Jason has had multiple things attributed to his revival, so I gotta clarify his first. For this idea, I wanna focus on the one that is basically this; Superboy-Prime (alternate version of Superman from Earth-Prime, which is a world devoid of any superhumans. Superheroes are comic book characters there. He gets the powers of Superman and, over time, his morals twist into much darker and villain-like morals. There’s more to him, but I won’t get into that) basically punched reality hard enough (at some point) that a lot of things happened as a result, including Jason reviving, but the panel that shows this stuff makes it look like reality broke like glass. So, I imagine that that leaves some sort of mark of Jason. He’s alive because of reality literally getting broken. (Like, don’t get me wrong, I love the Lazarus Pits stuff and all, but I wanna see more about the reality shenanigans of Jason’s revival)

Danny is kinda in a similar boat of having a funky relationship with the fabric of reality. He died and revived WITHIN A HOLE IN REALITY OPENING UP INTO ANOTHER REALITY. That’s gotta have some funkier side effects than just being a powerful halfa. Vlad is a powerful halfa and he only had a blast of ectoplasm thrown at him. Danny had reality tear open on him.

(I only brought Danny up because this thought process technically counts for him as well. But, he actually has this used much more than Jason.)

I’d love to see these details used more. Like, are they walking tears or breaks in reality? Can anyone tell that they have funky reality stuff going on? Are they a danger to reality? Is the reality stuff a danger to them? Is it like an open wound? Can it be worsened? Can it be treated? Would they die (or worse, stop existing) from it being treated? Do they get anything from the funky reality stuff going on with them? Does it fade without causing problems? Or does it remain in the background in a way that they don’t even realize that something is off about them until something happens and now it’s this big thing they have to deal with? Would their reality funkiness be the same or different?

And for DPxDC? Jason could be a halfa or he could just be some undead (maybe not even a specific type of undead beyond having been revived) that feels funky, funky in a way similar to Danny that gets Danny’s rogue gallery thinking that Jason is like Danny and either decides to mess with him (like they would with Danny) or try to get him to meet Danny (whether that’s to make them friends or otherwise is up to the writer)

Why don’t we jump on other places in the DC universe as having high ectoplasmic levels? Like, (in some stories, like, I’m not sure if this applies to the common consensus honestly) Central City had that wave of energy from the particle accelerator that activated a bunch of peoples’ metagenes, and I’m pretty sure that it also killed some people. There’s also the Black Flash, who is basically a grim reaper for the speedforce, who’ll appear in Central Coty (due to the multitude of speedsters there). Central City can be reasonably stated to have, at least, rising ectoplasmic levels. The cities that face alien invasions would reasonably have a lot of deaths and therefore a lot of ectoplasm. We can use a lot of other cities as settings. Also, I’d love to imagine the different possible city spirits people could come up with? Like, I’ve seen Metropolis done a few time, but besides Metropolis and Gotham? No other location spirits. Like:

Themyscira: Probably an old/wise warrior. She’d be set in her ways (considering how Themyscira is), but like, who knows?

Central City: Probably a young one if existent (at least, younger than Lady Gotham)? I imagine this one changing to be like the Flash family or scientific because the two notable things about Central City, that I remember, is science stuff and the Flash family.

Metropolis AND Smallville: So, I’ve seen some people play with the idea of the spirit of Krypton going and becoming Metropolis’s, but like, what if they became Smallville’s instead? Since, that’s where the Last Son of Krypton was raised and all, and where Kryptonians go as a safe space, and the spirit of Krypton probably needs the retirement to a small town. Metropolis could probably get a city spirit that reflects both Superman and Lex Luthor (Superman and Lex are the big names for Metropolis and both shape Metropolis in different ways. Yeah, Lex isn’t the best person, but he does cause some good things to happen for Metropolis. I imagine that the two are equally defining characters for Metropolis) instead.

I just, enjoy the concept of city spirits and spirits that embody a place.

This idea here is less of a prompt and more of a thought. What if Boston Deadman had no idea about ectoplasmic ghosts? Like, imagine having to need someone to magically make you visible, and then finding out about a whole other sect of ghosts that can be both visible AND tangible that can also have the same powers as you, just as a common baseline. It’s just hilarious to me to imagine how vindicated Deadman would probably feel to find out that he could’ve become that type of ghost instead, but no, he just had to be a magically bound one instead!

Idea for those who don’t like Jason just casually being cured of Pit Madness. Genuine attempt to heal him leads to Jason going catatonic again. Play with that as you will.

Hope y’all have fun with these. Feel free to mix and match, or recommend pieces of work that already have these or something similar.

[merv606]

Just Terry fucking and filling Danny up so good that the next morning when Terry wants to take him again, he finds that his boy’s pretty hole is still full of, and dripping, Terry’s cum. This turns Terry on so much that he overstuffs Daniel again, fucking out more cum than he fucks it in, making his hole drip, and leaving his slender thighs completely coated on the insides. Fuck, he can’t get enough of his sweet boy.

Ah yes, f$&ked open, thoroughly debauched and used Daniel - A theme that runs in many of my works.

I was reading up on cocaine and sex drive - yet another illustrious first for my Google search - and it got me thinking in regards to this ask.

So imagine it’s a night where Terry is high, which means sex marathon / he’s more insatiable for his boy than normal (which is saying something), staying inside Daniel, hard, even him after he’s come.

And Daniel knew this was coming (no pun intended) he knows what that look in Terry’s eyes means.

It’s to the point where Daniel has a Pavlovian response when he sees Terry do a line - says a quick pray for his ass before Terry has him bent over, stuffing him full, so frantic, hard and perfect that Daniel can feel it in his throat.

Maybe he also indulges in the more filthy aspects - getting his mouth on Daniel’s ass after he’s come inside it the was the first time he took Daniel while high.

Terry is always vocal, giving out praise and poison in equal measure, depending on his mood, but he’s always oddly eloquent about it, but nights like this, he’s extra crude.

“As much as I love your ass when it’s nice and tight for me, I think I like it just as much like this - sloppy and loose.”

Spreads his ass, swiping his finger through the mess just to hook two in, clever and vicious as he twists them right into Daniel’s over sensitive spot.

Arousal shots through Terry at the fact that there’s no resistance - from Daniel or his ass as his fingers slide into the fucked open body.

Pliant and sweet - temporary fucked into submission.

“You look so goddamn used right now.”

“I should get you in my lap, in front of the mirror and show you how open your cunt is.”

“I don’t even think you can close that pretty little hole can you?”

“One look and anyone could tell how good you got it.”

“You’re a mess babe but you’ll still spread your legs for me won’t you?! Cock slut that you are.”

“Pretty face and cunt - this is how you pay your bills - why I pay your bills.”

He spits into his hole then - not that Daniel needs it - he’s wet enough, wide enough, and Terry is four fingers deep now.

He comes, weakly at best, his cock giving a lifeless twitch, a small dribble of clear liquid leaking out.

When Terry pulls out with a demeaning squelch, dragging his fingers against the soft walls, Daniel just manages to close his legs.

Not like it will defer Terry - if anything it just spurs him on more.

He gets off the bed, giving his cock a few tugs as he takes another snort, coming back to the bed, head tossed back.

He stands over Daniel’s prone body, taking in his handiwork.

The bed is a mess - the silk sheets probably can’t be saved. Not like he’d take his boy on anything but the best mind you - he needs it to be smooth against Daniel’s beautiful smooth skin when he’s moving up and down the bed with the force of their fucking - besides only Terry’s hands get to mark all that perfect flesh after all.

Terry puts his hands on his boy’s inner thighs, hand almost completely able to close around it, slippery with lube sweat and cum, and god knows what else, wrenching them open.

His boy is so tired but Terry isn’t done, the high of the line he did is a long ways off wearing off.

Daniel drifts in and out of consciousness, as Terry continues taking his pleasure from Daniel’s limp yet more than willing body.

When they finally come to, Terry before Daniel, it’s well into the late morning, early afternoon.

Terry is spooning him, ass nestled between his cheeks.

He rolls Daniel into his stomach, spreading his cheeks, Daniel protesting in sleep, hole clenching as his finger tracing over it. Terry swears he sees some cum dribble out each time he tightens.

“Shhh,” Terry soothes, Daniel rubbing his face into the mattress further, quieting.

It’s puffy and red, clearly still a bit fucked open, but he vaguely remembers rousing Daniel to swallow some Advil and remembers smearing some cream on it before crashing himself.

There’s no real damage and he must be sore but Terry continues tracing the rim, his ass keeps clenching on each pass, practically asking for it again. Terry knows what his boy is good for - knows what he can take.

Terry wraps a hand around his own cock - maybe he’ll be lenient and just come on it but when Daniel shifts his hips back, silently asking for Terry to press them in, Terry knows it’ll be inside Daniel’s ass he’ll be painting white.

Fingers slide in, like butter through a hot knife, warm wet and willing.

He grabs the lube, coating his cock, before pouring it directly into Daniel’s ass. Gently rolling him to his side, he doesn’t want him to wake just yet, pressing himself inside, slowly, inch by inch opening his back up.

Daniel moans so softly with each inch he’s given.

“So sweet for me,” Terry murmurs, burning his face into Daniel’s neck, teasing the sweat there.

As good as having Daniel while coked up is, Terry loves it like this too - loves his boy and all the ways he can have him.

He keeps the thrusts slow and steady, measured and controlled, but it doesn’t take long before the siren song of Daniel’s body overpowers his senses.

Daniel wakes like that, Terry behind him, moving sure and steady inside him,

“Good morning sweetheart,” he says, one last thrust, as his hand digs into his hip, keeping him in place so Terry shoots deep and true.

He’s half hard himself but he doesn’t even have it to wrap a hand around himself.

His body is sore and his ass aches, a sign of how well he was used. A feeling he has come to equate with love.

It’s the price for this kind of love, one Daniel pays and he willing does, every time.

Terry pulls out slowly and Daniel wrinkles his nose - he’ll be walking gingerly and sitting might be out, but when Terry gathers him in his arms, fingers carding through his hair, pressing kisses into his back and neck, soft praise in his ear, Daniel drifts back to sleep, feeling used and loved, powerful and wanted; feeling it all.

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

what do you think of the general concept of vivisection? like as a trope

(sorry if this is too general i've got a lot of unfocused enthusiasm on the subject)

it's kind of everything to me tbh

cause like. its so many things right? On the one hand it's so intimate, letting someone cut you open, trusting them to see parts of yourself not meant to be seen, letting them study you and understand you in a way no one else ever could. I won't go into a huge rant about how horror and erotica mirror each other or how wounds can often be sexual (fingering bullet holes anyone?) but like. You get it. Mad scientist is not normal about surgery more at 8

In most depictions it isn't intimate or even sensual, for obvious reasons. I admitedly live under a rock and rarely consume new media, but the two examples of actual vivisection instead of regular dissection i can think of are danny phantom fanworks and that scene in futurama where the us government vivisects zoidberg.

The former is done to show how cruel the... bad guys? Danny's parents? are (I will admit I never got into Danny phantom and only know about this because people know me as the Vivisection guy). Look at what they're putting this child through, just because they don't understand him. They want to understand him- but they cannot do it through proper means. They need to cut him open and study him. Isn't it awful? what a horrific thing to do, is it even worth it? what knowledge could you possibly have gained that would have made This worth it? It's a wonderful metaphor for that barrier of understanding, and I will admit I am a fan of angst and whump given the right conditions lmao

The latter is just a really funny scene. Go watch it if you haven't it's good

It's a really good troupe for establishing how evil someone is, just how far their willing to go for their cause. Even just the threat- I am going to cut you open to figure out how your insides work, and I don't care if you're awake or how you end up afterwards- is wonderful for pushing your villains further into obvious evil. Sadly this is mostly used by nefarious government agents in your run of the mill "I suddenly devloped powers/found an alien/other genre where the government is after me" stories. Which sucks because I hate the government. Leave vivisections to the mad scientists and out of area 51 you men in black losers

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"A Gift." Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Commission post!

Hey, hey, hey! SO! This is the first official finished commission I have ever done! It was commed by the lovely @rakunko who I cannot thank enough for comming me and for such a rad prompt! I was also given permission to post this! To help show off what having a commission from me will be like for anyone else who is curious. This is presented just as it was to them, unedited. This is a reader insert but there are some defining details to the reader. Just fair warning. Also this com was only put in for 2K and told me to just go ham and have fun and boy did it! They only paid the 2K price but true to my word, I went about 500 words over that the commissioner was not charged for simply cuz I couldn’t shut up! I knew this would happen. Now lets get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Brief Descriptions Of Reader In Some Regards. Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Knife Play. Blood Play. Vaginal Fingering. Chase. Predator/Prey. Breaking And Entering. Marking. Scarification. Praise. Dirty Talk.

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You had a pretty great day.

Had gone out and hung out with some friends, been out of the house for hours. It was so nice but you wanted to get home, have something to eat, and really relax. 

It was late, pretty dark out, you liked that though, felt really comfortable in your neighbourhood even when it was later. 

Usually you felt that way. Tonight you felt off. 

Something didn’t feel quite right. You felt like you were being watched, had felt eyes on you, burning a hole through the back of your head for the past ten minutes but you kept looking over your shoulder, trying to subtle about it to find nothing still. You were probably being paranoid, maybe you were more tired than you had initially thought? This wasn’t the first time that you had felt this way. 

And the last time you felt this way it hadn’t been nothing. It had been something. Or rather someone. 

Someone who really took a liking to you and hadn’t really been leaving you alone for very long. He kept coming around and speaking of it has been about two weeks since his last visit. As you thought about this, nearly at your place you hear it, something that makes your head snap and a chill runs up your spine. Heavy footfalls and they are coming up fast, the second the sound registers you take a deep breath and speed up your own pace. 

You want to look but you can’t risk it, no way, it’ll screw up your stride and he usually catches you so easily as it is, you need every advantage you have at your disposal. 

You were less than a block away and outside but you knew him and knew that wouldn’t stop him if he caught you. A sincere hope that you would make it inside before he got his hands on you, wanting the shelter of your home to hide whatever debauchery he wanted to subject you to. 

You were breathing hard, heart pounding as hard as your shoes were on the pavement, you had to make it, you were almost there. Your hands make their move, dig in your bag for your keys, you were still listening and he sounded a ways back yet. You would have a small window to get it open but you couldn’t fuck this up. Your fingers hook in the key ring, you pull them up and your eyes dart down for a second to make sure you are holding the correct key. 

So close, you could do it, you might beat him for once. You reach your front door, one hand closes on the doorknob and your other shoves the key inside the lock with only a mild fumble, you turn the key and the knob at the same time. The lock opens, the door swings open and then you fuck up. 

You underestimated him.

You got cocky. 

Your head turned, you looked over your shoulder, you were going to call out some taunt before scurrying inside and slamming the door closed and locking it. However instead of seeing him several feet like you were expecting, you see him two strides away, almost close enough to grab you. 

Your overly confident smile falls and even with the mask he was wearing you were sure a grin was plastered on his own face. Your hand is still on the doorknob, you can’t look away, your eyes wide and you try to stumble inside but you are too shocked, he played you too well and got the drop on you. 

You don’t move fast enough, you are already in motion however and with how fast he is moving, he can’t slow down. His hand grabs your bicep hard and he pushes as you are mid step and he forces you inside easily. The door is kicked closed behind him hard as he stays on you, hand locked onto your arm and you lose your balance. He sees what is happening and pushes. You fall and fall hard. 

You hit the ground and he is on top of you so quickly.  

You are pinned beneath him. He finally caught you. The way you had hit the ground hurt and the way he is holding you hurts even more, so unrelenting, the impact has knocked the breath out of you and one of his hands finds its home on your throat. He is seated on your lower back, knees on either side of your prone body, straddling you as he leans down closer still. 

You feel the knife then. You didn’t even hear him unsheath it. 

The edge of the blade moves some of your hair aside, it drags lightly over the sensitive skin and then you are feeling the cool plastic of the mask brush over the back of your neck in a way that makes you shudder. He is so close he can smell the sweetness of the vanilla that always clings to you. He can do so much with you so helpless. 

“I’ve got such a good present for you.” The low tone of voice made you inhale sharply. 

The chase you’d just been on had gotten you a little too excited. Him on top of you, knife tracing invisible patterns on your back, the danger, all of it made you clench around nothing. 

You let out a questioning hum and you get no verbal response for once. The tip of the knife hooks in the collar of your shirt and it swipes down quickly, cutting your shirt open and his hands move fast, exposing more skin to him. You tense from the sudden movement and the knife nicking your skin, a quiet sound of pain that has him cooing out, “Awe that’s nothing compared to what I am about to do.” 

You wonder what he means until the knife touches down on the newly exposed skin making you jolt below him. “What are you going to do?”

“Give you something that you can always have with you. Something permanent.” He says it in a way that is sickenly sweet for something so threatening. You can’t help it, you are excited, palms sweaty, your hands are flat on the hardwood floor below and slide so easily across the cool surface but he sees you. He holds the knife tighter to your skin, the blade is nearly biting into soft flesh and he tsk’s, “Don’t do something stupid pumpkin, okay? We both know you’re going to let me do what I want.” 

You stop all movement except for a small and shaky nod. “Good girl. If you didn’t listen I might have to reconsider this present.” 

A hard swallow as you ask, “And what made you decide to grace me with a gift?”

“Oh don’t you know? It’s a very special occasion sweetheart.” He said it like it was obvious and your mind searched, wondering why this day held significance. He was tapping the knife on your back, it reminds you of the ticking of a clock and each light slap of the blade makes heat flare between your legs. His hand that wasn't holding the knife smoothes down your back, the cool leather of his gloves always feels so good. 

His fingers were teasing under the torn edges of your shirt. His fingers split the shirt further, deepening the gash as he goes and he says, "S' okay, I'll forgive it slipping your mind and tell you. It's our six month anniversary."

Oh shit.

He's right. You met last Halloween. A truly unforgettable night, one of your favourites and now it's May 1st, six months since last Halloween and six months till next.

"Awe you remembered. You really do care." You said it with a small smile as you teased him and he sighed out, "More than you know."

One strong hand on your still shirt covered shoulder as his other hand begins its work. The knife drives home, breaks the skin and it steals your breath anew from the sharp pain that shocks your system. You feel him shift on top of you slightly like he was adjusting, you were sure he was hard right now and that keeps the low rolling boil of arousal fresh. 

He seems so focused as he works. A few precise cuts, you feel the blood leaking, running down your back slowly. It hurts, you bite your bottom lip but a few sharp breaths and whimpers still escape and he hums out, “I know, I know it hurts but trust me, it’s so worth it.” 

The curiosity is killing you, he is clearly doing something purposeful, not just hacking for the sake of it so you ask, “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Well I wanted to do something really special for you. Commemorate this occasion and give you something you could always have, something you can never accidentally forget and leave home, something that can’t be returned and is personal.” 

He finishes up what he is doing, he pulls the knife back and he admires his work, his thumb swipes over the wound, spreading some of the spilled blood as he examines it. He is pausing on purpose. Drawing this out for dramatic effect. 

“Show me your arms.” You are confused but do as he asks, flipping your arms so they are palm up and he leans forward, gloved hand closes around your wrist and holds on arm down, the stained red blade is in your line of vision now. He drags it lightly up your forearm, pulling up your sleeve as it goes until it comes to the crook of your elbow and he says, “You are going to have to hold really still or I might slip up and make a mistake. Don’t wanna cut you too deep.” 

Your breathing is coming out in short pants, face screws up in pain as he cuts again and then what he is doing hits you all at once. You have a series of freckles on your body that mirror star constellations and he is connecting the dots. Marking you permanently, almost tattooing you but instead of ink the lines are being carved by him and when they heal the scars will connect them together, a display of a sick sort of romantic violence and ownership. A perfect representation of your relationship.  

It made your heart and cunt ache in equal measure. 

You loved what you had but part of you wished for more. 

He hadn’t stopped. Was cutting you so carefully. The tip of the blade makes sure to drag as steadily as possible as it dragged through your flesh, splitting it open, exposing more of you, inside of you, so vulnerable. 

It hurts but you love it. You sniff, from emotion? From pain? Perhaps both. 

“You’re doing amazing for me.” He praised and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. The second gift now complete he says, “There.” 

You take in the sight of your arm, the blood running down your arm and spreading slowly over the floor, the staining of your sleeve. The only light in here was spilling in from the glass on your front door and it wasn’t that effective, you couldn’t see his present in full yet but you knew you loved it. 

He is off of you and his hand grips your shirt and tugs, “Roll over.” You comply, you lay on your back for him and wince at the pressure placed on the wound on your shoulder. You look up at him, at that white mask still so clear, cutting through the darkness of the hallway, fixed on you. 

Gloved hand came down and cradled your cheek, it felt warm and wet, his thumb swipes over your skin, spreading more of your blood. “You know they say good things come in threes.”

You know that tone. He is thinking about something. “Yeah?”

He hums softly. “Do you want me to give you a third constellation? One totally done by me, somewhere much more private of course, just for you and me.” 

You aren’t sure. The first two hurt a lot, you were bleeding so much already. At least the first two had a strict rubric to follow but him doing it on his own? Could you trust him? You almost wished you were in a different situation and you fully could, that things could be more normal between you but another part of you doesn’t want that at all.

“I don’t know-” You start and he presses, “What? Don’t think I can free hand it? Don’t you trust me?” He asked and the tilt of his head and his tone convinced you. 

Mouth moves before you fully think, too high on the situation, on the danger of it, on him and you are saying, “Yes.” 

His hands start to move, he encourages you and your shoes are kicked off, bottoms removed and your shirt pushed up. He doesn’t rush. His hands linger, stroke in an affectionate fashion, something akin to reverence and tenderness while one hand is still gripping the blade, the ditochmy gets to you again. 

His fingers are so sure as he moves the edge of your panties down, he touches you softly with the knife, “Here.”

On your hip. Definitely a place just for you both to admire it. You nod and he cuts you again. It hurts the most. Your head falls back against the hardwood and he watches you. The way you squirm. Bloody and half dressed. Hair partially fanned out around your head, eyes half lidded behind the rounded glasses perched on your nose, his hand was holding down your opposite hip as he worked but he wanted to trace that scar near your lip, the one that you got before you met him. Scars looked so good on you, could anyone blame him for wanting to put more on you?

This one is quick, he was in the zone, working quick and sure and you feel his clothed erection pressing into your thigh, he rocks his hips once, grinding a little. He was clearly worked up from this, just as much as you were. Your heart is hammering in your chest, your panties are soaked and he is finally done. 

He admires his work again and you ask, “What are you thinking?” 

“That you are prettier than the night sky any day.” How fucking sweet is that, smile spreads on your face, chest rising and falling as you stare up at him.

His hand is still gripping the knife with his pointer finger and thumb when his other hand rips your panties down. The hand holding the knife is between your thighs, middle and ring finger teasing you. The smooth leather drags up through your folds, you feel how slick the buttery smooth material is from your blood and your legs tense at the pleasure that cuts through the slow burn of the pain. Two of his fingers slip over your clit, a firm swirl before moving back down and dipping inside. He curls his fingers just right and the handle of the knife bumps your clit and you moan, eyes falling closed, back arching as you gasp out, “Thank you.” 

He sets a steady pace, fingering you as his gloved hand closes around your throat and he says, “You’re welcome pumpkin.” 

[torscrawls]

The Needs of the Few

This is chapter 6 of a story called Space Case. If you want to, you can read the whole thing on AO3!

Planet Earth

Nora rapped on the doorframe to get Danny's attention. When he looked up she stepped inside and softly said, "A man is here asking for you."

Which was a nice way to say that there was a man waiting at the front desk who had angrily demanded that she get Danny down there immediately.

Danny looked surprised. "For me? Who is it?"

"I'm not sure. He said he was from something called the…” She pushed her red hair back behind her ear with a frown as she tried to remember. “GIJ? Or something?"

Danny's face paled. "The GIW. Oh no." He got up from his chair and started gathering up his things. Nora could see his hands shaking and frowned. "And he’s downstairs?"

"Are you okay? Who is he?" 

 Danny opened his mouth as if to answer, but closed it again with a snap. 

 She asked in as kind of a voice as she could, "Should I send him away?" 

 Danny stopped, eyes glued on her and eyebrows rising. 

 "What?" 

 "You would do that?" 

 "Well, yes?" She felt suddenly uncomfortable by the sheer disbelief in his voice. Surely, it wasn’t such a big deal, right? "If you don’t want to talk to him, then you don’t have to." 

 "Then, yes. Yes please." Danny gave several very intense nods. 

 She gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile and returned the nod. "Alright."

 As she turned to leave she was stopped by a very quiet and very heartfelt, "Thank you." 

 Nora turned around and gave him another nod, sure that she was missing something but unwilling to call him out on it. He would tell her if he wanted to. For now, she was going to do her job. So she smiled again and simply said, "No problem." 

  ★

  In her defense, she had fully intended to wait until he told her, no, wait and see if he wanted to tell her, but by lunch she found that her patience had run out and her hunger for gossip won out.

 Not that she ever needed an excuse to talk to the guy, he was a delight. But it was best to start slow.

 She slid into the seat next to Danny in the cafeteria and sipped at her drink with one raised eyebrow before slowly asking, “So. What did you do over the weekend Danny?" 

 He looked up before a beaming smile spread over his face, lighting it up both metaphorically and physically. Oh no. She knew that look; she had seen it on his face before. It had something to do with space. "I visited a black hole.”

 "What?!" She blinked at Danny in silence for a few seconds but he didn't break and start laughing. If it had come from anyone else but him, she wouldn't have even considered believing them. It was impossible. But she had seen Danny pull off the impossible before, and heard even more stories, often without any apparent effort. Who was to say what that guy got up to in his spare time? 

 After several quiet seconds where Nora was busy freaking out internally, she managed a weak, "Do the higher ups know about this…?" 

 Danny waved her off with a scoff, but his eyes were still glittering, no doubt still thinking about the past weekend. "I didn't visit it for work. It was in my free time." 

 And what could she say to that? This had never really come up before. "I think that maybe you should still tell them? I think they would be very… interested in it." 

 Danny nodded, never one to pass up an opportunity to talk about space. "Yeah! Maybe I will. What did you do over the weekend?" 

 She blushed, her own weekend of games and dog walks seemed so utterly unimportant next to what he had just said. 

 But Danny didn't seem to agree. He asked questions and acted as if her finally clearing a boss that she had struggled with for weeks was of the same magnitude as him visiting a black hole. And to her surprise he seemed to know enough about the game for her to guess that he had also played it. It made her feel slightly better about the whole thing. 

 "Do you have a picture of your dog?" 

 "Yes!" She immediately whipped out her phone, always ready to show off her ridiculously cute little dog. 

 Danny made a cooing noise as he saw her, "Aaaw, such a cutie!" 

 "Do you have a dog?" 

 Danny shook his head "No," then he hesitated. "Or, well, kind off?" 

 "How can you ‘kind of’ have a dog?" She frowned. Maybe it was a neighborhood stray he was taking care of? A family dog he looked after often? 

 Danny pulled out his own phone as he talked. "Well his name is Cujo and he's kind of attached to me but I don't own him or anything." Danny scrolled through his phone for a few seconds before holding up a picture of a very cute and very small dog, who was also very—

 "He’s very… green?" Nora asked cautiously. She had heard about ways to color the fur of your pet but never seen anything so… Extreme. 

 Danny laughed. "Oh yes! He's a ghost." 

 Of course it couldn't be something normal with him. 

 "A ghost…?" she breathed out, but Danny didn't seem to hear her as he continued to scroll through the album on his phone. Nora was quite good at piecing things together from the gossip she overheard. Subsequently, she knew more than people realized. She had figured out that Danny himself was something slightly different than your ordinary human, but she would be first to admit that she hadn’t guessed that it was connected to ghosts per say, but who was she to judge? It wasn’t even the strangest thing she had found out about one of her coworkers.

 "And look here!" He swiped through a couple of more pictures of the same dog playing with a toy and sitting prettily for the camera, interspersed by the familiar blurry-movement-pictures that took up the majority of any pet-owner’s photo album. He stopped at one picture and held it up for her with a big smile. "Look how big he can be!"

 "Is this the same dog?" Nora blinked. The dog in this picture seemed huge, there wasn’t really anything next to him for scale, but he looked… hulking. She had a hard time seeing the cute little puppy in him, but she knew that some dogs really did change a lot as they grew up. "Wow! He got so big!" 

 "Yeah no, this picture was taken before the others. He just does that sometimes." 

 "Just does…?” Nora trailed off, before she shook her head and tried to get the conversation back on track, “Wait, can we go back to him being a ghost?" 

 Danny laughed, but there was something slightly strained in it. “Don’t hold it against him! He’s just a puppy.”

 Nora shook her head. “Oh, no, not like that. I just… It’s such a shame. He must have died so young.”

 Danny’s face showed a hint of surprise before it was replaced by a small smile. “Yeah. I know what you mean. But he’s okay now.” Danny put the phone back in his pocket and turned to Nora with a raised eyebrow. “So what did you come here to ask?”

 Busted.

 Nora considered denying it, but Danny didn’t seem annoyed, merely amused by her snooping. The fact that he seemed to know that it came from a place of care and not malice meant more to her than she had expected. She at least owed him a straight answer. Even so, she still gave him a sheepish smile as she asked, "Who was that guy asking for you? And who are the GIW?" 

 Danny blinked in surprise and Nora did her best to not appear too interested in his answer. To his credit, Danny only hesitated for a split second before he gave in. This was why Nora liked him; he was kind and trusting and almost always willing to talk. "You know how I have some… abilities? That aren't exactly common?" 

 "Well, yes. It's been a bit hard to miss," she said drily as she remembered a notable event last week when he had managed to get stuck halfway through the door leading into the storage room, rambling about having outgrown his boots and needing new ones, and also something completely unintelligible about a new gun with weird effects and about fruit loops, of all things. They had been forced to call the fire department to get him out.

 Danny’s eyes twinkled with amusement for a split second before his expression changed into a grimace. "Yeah… They don't really like me? Or, they think I'm dangerous." 

 "Are you? Have you done something to earn that distrust?" Nora’s eyebrows raised in surprise. If it was one word she did not associate with the man in front of her, it was dangerous. "Since you've started here, you've been nothing but helpful." 

 "I don't really—” Danny stopped with a frustrated huff. “Look. This has been going on since I was like… fourteen. They kind of think that I'm… inherently evil? And need to be contained. And that they can…" Here he stopped and took a deep breath before continuing, "learn things from me." 

 "You're telling me they are trying to capture you? Like an animal?!" Nora was outraged, infuriated, and—she realized—very loud. She made a conscious effort to lower her voice as she hissed out, "And experiment on you??" 

 Danny flinched. 

 She pressed on. "For the crime of merely existing?" 

 "Well… yes?" 

 "Since you were fourteen?!" 

 Danny flinched again. "Yeah… But I can normally handle them. I just didn't think they would dare to come here. I'm sorry for the trouble." 

 And now he was apologizing??

 Nora shook her head. "It's not your fault, and you don't have to worry, they will not be allowed to enter any of our facilities." 

 She would make damn sure of it.

 "Just like that?"

 Nora gave her most overly professional expression and put on her customer service voice as she said, "We have a no-tolerance against discrimination at this workplace." 

 Danny laughed and Nora smiled, pleased that she could make him feel a tiny bit better.

 She took another sip of her drink and thought in silence for a few minutes, watching as Danny finished up his lunch. When it looked like he was about to gather his things and leave she asked, "Hey. Do you want help to press charges against them?" 

 "You would do that??"

 She shrugged, but made sure her smile was genuine as she looked him in the eye. "We look after our employees."

 “I haven’t even worked here for that long,” Danny said, but it was with a hesitant smile and happy eyes.

 She laughed. "You're still one of us, stupid." 

 "I'll think about it. Thank you." 

 And he left her to her lunch.

  ★

  Of course the calm couldn’t last and there wasn’t even one week later when another man in an obnoxiously white suit came into the lobby with the kind of aggressive confidence you only ever saw on white middle-aged men.

 He stomped up to the reception with a white suite, sunglasses, and a heavy frown.

 “Hello, sir,” Nora said with her practiced smile and what she personally called weaponized politeness. Not a tone in her voice out of place. “How can I help you?”

 “I’m here for the abomination.”

 “What’s your name?” God, Nora loved malicious compliance. If this asshole wanted to start something, she would make him work for it.

 She could see him grind his teeth before taking a noticeable breath and pressing out, “Agent Q.”

 “Is that your first or last name?”

 This time he ignored her question as he put his hands on the desk and leaned over it ,a bit too close to her for comfort but she refused to budge as he hissed out, “Tell me where Daniel is.”

 "Daniel? Which Daniel are you looking for, sir?" Nora asked with a patient voice and a stiff smile as she glanced from her monitor to the man still leaning a bit too heavily on the desk that separated them. Nora could do this all day long. She already knew that the customer service smile was all he would be getting from her. 

 "Daniel Fenton," Agent Q spat the name as if it were a curse.

 "I'm afraid you're mistaken, sir," she said pleasantly. "We don't have any Daniel Fenton working here." 

 "I don't think I am!" He screeched. "I saw him enter this building a minute ago!" 

 "Are you saying you're stalking one of our employees?" 

 "You just said he didn't work here!" 

 "And you just admitted to following someone in here." 

 They stared at each other for a few tense seconds. 

 He narrowed his eyes with sudden suspicion. “Are you the same person I talked to last time?”

 Nora’s smile stayed fixed on her face and her voice was perfectly pleasant as she said, “No, I don’t think so.”

 “I don’t have time for this—” Agent Q began before something behind Nora caught his attention and he pointed aggressively as he said, “He's standing right there!”

 Nora turned to see Danny attempting to drain the coffee pot meant for the guests into his ridiculously giant mug and not seeming to notice the commotion at the reception at all. Good. She didn’t want him to have to worry about this.

 "That's not Daniel." She turned back to Agent Q, smiling politely. "That's Danny."

 He gave a frustrated yell and tried to push past the reception desk, but she stepped in his way, pushing him back with her customer smile still wielded with deadly precision. "Sir. You need to register here as a guest first before you can enter. Who are you here to see?"

 He pointed over their shoulder aggressively at Danny, "I'm here to see him!" 

 Nora kept her composure as best she could as she pushed the man back. "I'll call and see if he's available. If you'll just wait behind the desk for me to—" 

 "Why would you need to fucking call him?! He's right there!" 

 "Sir." Nora’s smile slid off her face as she did her best, sternest, disapproving voice as she fixed the man with a very disapproving frown. "I'll have to ask you to calm down or leave the building."

 "I'm not here to get made fun of! I'm here to capture that—that thing." 

 "Are you threatening one of our employees?" Nora asked in an even and stone cold tone of voice.

 “That thing isn’t an employee. It’s not even human.”

 “That’s enough.” She slipped one hand beneath the desk and pressed the alarm button. “You have to leave.”

 He laughed. “Make me. In my line of work I fight monsters you couldn’t even imagine.”

 Nora crossed her arms, fixed him with her most unimpressed gaze, and channeled the iciest tone of voice she could as she said, “Daniel Fenton is a valued employee here and I’m happy to inform you, sir, that we are well aware of his background and only see it as an asset.” He opened his mouth to argue, but Nora plowed on, voice forged in years of talking over angry and ranting customers, “If I hear that anybody from your so-called federal agency ever bothers Mr. Fenton again, well…” She smiled, fully aware that she was standing beneath the obnoxiously big NASA-sign that hung above the reception desk. “Let’s see which organization has the most pull. Yours, or mine.”

 Agent Q stopped laughing.

 “And now,” Nora nodded in greeting as two security guards came into the room, efficient as always, “I think the time has come for you to leave.”

 She watched with a deep sense of satisfaction as he was dragged kicking and screaming from the room.

 Nora turned and saw Danny look over with a confused expression and she made sure to give him a happy smile and wave.

 He smiled back with open gratitude on his face, and if there was also a hint of intimidation there? Well, Nora figured that small tidbit could stay between the two of them.

[pandemi-writes]

Danny Phantom / Owl House Crossover Concept!

Okay so I don’t have a plot for this, just a concept and a couple scenes, and I don’t want to start another wip when i don’t even have a plot... so anyone can take this, verbatim even, I give full permission. 

So first thing’s first: This idea is set in The Owl House universe, with witches and magic, not ghosts (so also no Plasmius or Dani). So if you’re unfamiliar with TOH then i guess you can just skip this post. 

Spoiler Warnings for TOH season 2 finale: King’s Tide 

Buckle up, it got kinda long 

Scene: It’s post-King’s Tide, so the Hexsquad is in the human realm... for at least a few days, no longer than a week for upcoming reasons. 

The kids are outside in a fairly open area near the woods (?) but no one is around. They hear the sound of a car getting louder very quickly. They turn to see the GAV (would have to re-name the Ghost Assault Vehicle) screech to a halt near them. Jack and Maddie get out with their bazookas, followed by a frantic-looking Danny, trying to tell them to think this through. 

They pull out some sort of hand-held devise that beeps when it’s turned towards the kids. Jack probably yells “WITCH!” before firing at them. Someone creates a magic shield, but the shot was for a smoke-bomb thing, and it starts pouring out this red smoke. Amity, Gus, and Willow drop to their knees, very much weakened, Hunter is weakened but less so, probably leaning heavily but not down, and Luz is not affected (but Glyph magic doesn’t work in the human realm so she isn’t able to do much). 

Danny jumps in front of them before they can make another shot and tells his parents to stop. He looks a bit shaky. His parents call him back over but he refuses. Maddie, frustrated, calls out “Daniel Fenton-Wittebane, you get back here or else!” And he refuses again, so in an act of severe child-endangerment, she aims at the witches behind him. In that moment, white rings form around him and move up and down and transform him (no clothing change, just the white hair and green eyes if you want... the only required thing is the pointy ears) into a WITCH! Gasp! 

The parents as well as the group behind him falter for a moment (Jack and Maddie could do a whole “What have you done with our son, witch?!” and a “I AM your son!” thing), so Danny grabs the downed group with Luz and Hunter and are able to start running away. 

Danny makes a big circle with a free hand a little ways in front of the group as they’re running and yells to the group “Everyone hold your breath!” They run through the circle and turn invisible! They quickly loose Jack and Maddie because of the literary restraints of trying to hold your breath after/while running... 

Background/Lore: A while after the two Wittebane brothers disappear into the realm of demons and witches, the remaining Wittebanes find a baby (Caleb’s and Unnamed-Lover’s baby!) (PLOT HOLE: idk how the child got to the human realm, or how the Wittebanes knew they were Caleb’s, etc, etc, etc... that’s for any author who wants to pick this up to decide, even if that decision is to simply not address it), and eventually leave Connecticut. 

The child and their descendants are “cursed” (probably by the same witches and demons that lured the good brothers into their evil realm and killed them). They are a little susceptible to the affects of the Witchbane flower (read: Blood Blossoms) (term coined by the Wittebanes), and they have a weird tumor growing on their hearts. They continue the practice of Witch Hunting, even as the times move forward. 

Maddie Wittebane eventually meets Jack Fenton (a descendant of (in)famous Witch Hunter John Fentonightingale) and they fall in love talking about their hatred for witches. Maddie used to have a brighter orange hair like Jazz’s, until she got her tumor removed (first one in her line to survive, thanks medical science!). Her weakness to Witchbane disappeared and her hair dulled to a more natural orange. Of course, she kept the tumor for study purposes. 

Enter (yo) young Danny Fenton-Wittebane at just 14, he was poking around in his parent’s lab and accidentally turned something on near/under the tumor that Jack/Maddie had carelessly left out, and it exploded on Danny, activating his dormant Bile Sac! (the tumor was a witch’s bile sac, in case anyone didn’t figure that out) He’s a Witch! OH NO! But through panic and determination, he’s able to will the witch away (he unknowingly casts a Transmogrification spell on himself that turns him less witchy enough to pass the sensors his parents made and to cast a reverse-transmogrification spell). 

Eventually he gets curious and when he’s alone, he transforms and practices magic. 

Danny’s Powers: I’m thinking his powers would be pure -- uncorrupted by any structure or tradition -- Wild Magic. I think his powers would mirror Luz’s Glyph spells, each having a base of Light, Plant, Ice, or Fire. Absolutely no idea about any of the Isles’ magic tracts. He’d be able to do spells that no other witch has thought possible, but also would have no idea how to do some basic spells from the Isles. One of his favorites is Flight! He would take a levitation spell and just kinda supercharge it. 

Sam and Tucker: 3 options for Danny’s friends: 1, they just don’t exist. 2, they were his friends back in not-Connecticut (idk what state, it varies). 3, they’re in Connecticut and Danny could stay with Camila and the gang (dang sorry Camila), and Danny could meet them at school. 

If they exist, Tucker could stay the same, he’s perfect the way he is. SAM on the other hand is absolutely a Witchy-Goth. If you find the right online spaces, you can find people who have found Glyph magic, and do their own glyphs and combos! (The problem is... they all think that if the paper disintegrates, the curse/blessing worked, because the paper magically disintegrated!) When Luz finds this, she’s able to actually know what those combos would do if they actually worked, and finds new combos, and is inspired to make more for when they return to the demon realm. 

Other Notes: If Danny gets to the demon realm, he could adopt a little green dog palisman named Cujo. 

I don’t have any plot so anyone can take this and run with it, change anything you want, take everything verbatim, go wild (magic)! 

I FORGOT! So when the portal opened up to spit the kids out, the Fenton-Wittebane household got a ping on their new Magic Detector! So they packed up and drove to Connecticut, so that’s why it took a few days to get there. 

[daylights-nightlights]

That's what you get for following the safety guidelines

(Inspired by @aterfish's containment breach au)

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It started, as most things in the Fenton household tended to, with an accident. More specifically, a lab accident. Even more specifically, a living room accident.

See, the thing about eccentric basement scientists was that they kinda just left things laying around. Everywhere. No one can tell you what to do if you’re stitching together spare parts from your busted up old washing machine and faulty toaster, a la Victor Frankenstein, to create ray guns, ghost shields, and whatever the hell the Fenton Weasel qualified as. For Danny's parents, that manifested in the persistent and incorrect assumption that any space could be a lab as long as it had a scientist in it at any given time.

Unfortunately, if you’re like Danny’s parents, and you don’t have anyone telling you not to leave volatile prototypes on coffee tables, then you probably also don’t have anyone telling you not to open fire in the living room. And, if you happen to be like Danny’s parents, when you open fire in your living room, then you’re probably going to land a pretty solid hit on that volatile prototype.

It was only a lifetime of specially honed reflexes that allowed Danny to evacuate them all before Fenton Works blew sky high.

For a few moments after he lowered them all to the pavement - Jazz tucked under one arm like a football and his parents shocked into allowing a ghost to touch them - all four of them just stared into the gaping crater where their house had once stood. Whatever had detonated had done so in by far the weirdest way Danny had ever seen, obliterating the concrete foundation and even the soil beneath the lab. It had sent a column of ominous green fire arcing into the sky, and even after the flames had dispersed, there had been a perfectly circular hole burned into the clouds overhead. The whole neighborhood stank of ozone and sulfur, but hey, glass half full, Fenton Works had taken the full force of the explosion, so at least there was still a neighborhood to stink up!

It was so surreal. Danny set Jazz back on the ground and drifted over to the edge of the newly made chasm to peer in. That had been his house. He had been watching cartoons on the tv not even five minutes ago. And it was gone. Just completely vaporized.

And just because the fleeting thought crossed Danny’s mind that surely, surely nothing could make this situation any worse, he thought he could see something moving in the darkness at the bottom of the pit.

There was a click, followed by the whine of charging machinery, and Danny stiffened as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Slowly, he turned around - and came nose to nose with the barrel of an ecto-blaster. His parents were champs at the first two stages of grief, but it seemed like they had decided to forego denial this time.

“You,” said his mom, shaking with rage and knuckles surely white around the blaster beneath her gloves.

“Did you do this?” asked his dad, when Maddie seemed unable to continue. His voice was barely more than a furious whisper, and if Danny hadn’t still been in shock, he might have been terrified.

But the fact of the matter was, that had been Danny’s house, too - even if they didn’t technically know that. And they weren’t the only ones pissed about it being blown to smithereens.

“Did I do this,” Danny repeated flatly. “This?” He flung an arm out wide, encompassing the still smoking chasm, the distant wailing of sirens, and the small posse of rubber-neck spectators beginning to form a safe distance down the street. “You’re asking if I did this?”

He didn’t give them the chance to so much as open their mouths to reply.

“Would it kill you to admit to your own mistakes instead of blaming me? You're the ones who leave your stupid dangerous weapons laying all over your death trap of a house! It's a miracle that it's taken this long for one of them to blow up in your faces! In fact, you know what? Forget about me causing this, I’m the only reason you’re still alive right now!”

Danny’s feet started to lift off the ground.

“All you ever think about is hunting me down, blaming me for random destruction, ripping me apart molecule by molecule, and nothing is ever going to change that, is it? No matter how many times I save this whole town, or you, or your family, I can do no right, just because I’m a ghost. You think I’m some sort of- of- monster! A freak! Evil! Even though I’ve only ever tried to help!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Danny could see Jazz frantically motioning for him to stop, to be quiet, or to just leave, but he was too upset to care. Even when Jack blinked a couple times, head swiveling and eyebrows furrowing together, Danny ignored him. Looks couldn’t kill, and ghosts couldn’t die, but Danny’s mom was trying her hardest anyways, and Danny was determined to give as good as he got.

“I don’t know what you have against me,” he hissed, now looming over the elder Fentons from mid-air, “But it’s going to get you hurt. What happens if one of your inventions malfunctions again when I’m not there? What if—“

The rubble shifted, and Danny’s ears pricked up. His next breath escaped as a frozen blue fog.

Figured.

Danny barely had time to throw up a wobbly ghost shield before something rammed into his back, knocking the air out of him on impact. Whatever it was crashed through the shield as if it were tissue paper, and as both of them went careening into the side of the building, Danny couldn’t help but think that surely, surely, nothing could make this situation any worse.

-

Maddie leapt out of the path of the two howling ghosts, blaster still at the ready, absolutely seething. Phantom thought he could lecture her? The useless apparition was clearly laboring under the delusion that he had any right to haunt this city - a delusion she would be all too happy to disabuse him of.

Before she could give chase to the two ghosts, though, a large hand closed around her arm. All of the sharp words poised on the top of her tongue died the moment she saw the look in Jack’s eyes.

In a voice filled with dread, he said, “Where’s Danny?”

-

Danny was no stranger to having his nose shoved into brick walls, and unlike Dash, there was nothing stopping him from holding back against this thing. The moment he was close enough, he went intangible, wiggling out of the thing’s vice-like grip, and dove through the wall.

Then it occurred to him that whatever this ghost was, it might not have any qualms about blasting straight into what appeared to be someone’s dining room, and he screeched to a stop.

Oddly enough, Danny couldn’t make out any of the tell-tale sounds of pursuit; even the expected crash from impact with the wall - and as heavy as this thing was, there would have been an impact - was absent. Cautiously, Danny floated up through the ceiling and attic of the house and back into the open air.

It was gone.

Now, he hadn’t gotten a good look at it, what with being tackled from behind and all, but he was fairly sure this thing was large. Not rampaging-ghost-chicken-weasel-leveling-the-Nasty-Burger large, but definitely bigger than him. Maybe about the size of Skulker.

Could it have been Skulker? Danny frowned as he raked his eyes over the suspiciously quiet rooflines. It didn’t seem quite like his style. Plus, Skulker had whatever creepy amount of experience hunting ghosts - he would have no trouble hiding the fact that he was still hanging around after an attack, and right now Danny could tell as clear as day that he was being watched.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Danny muttered, eyes darting warily from side to side. “You’re new around here, aren’t you? If you want, we can talk this over and I can send you right back to the Ghost Zone—“

The attack came out of nowhere. One second he was floating, semi-concealed in the shadow of a chimney stack, and the next he was halfway across the city. Danny blinked spots of green and the afterimage of the insanely strong energy blast from his vision, finding himself elbow deep in the hole he’d plowed into the dirt.

Every bone in his body felt bruised, and his brain almost seemed to slosh around in his skull when he groaned and let his head fall back, but there was no time to recover. He had landed in the park, and already he could hear approaching footsteps.

It was a steady rhythm, a heavy clunking that somehow managed to echo as the ghost crossed the cobblestone path and the soft mossy underbrush. The boots, when they finally came to a stop less than a foot away from Danny, looked like bricks. In fact, the entire ghost, when Danny craned his neck back to look up at it, was built like a tank. This close, there was no mistaking it for Skulker - unless Skulker had suddenly decided to swap the buzz lightyear wings and ray guns for a suit that looked kinda like the heavy duty Hazmats Danny’s parents kept in storage.

The ghost’s suit was black with white highlights, its zippers and buckles melted into bubbling lumps. Pulsing, acidic green goo dripped from a crack in its otherwise blank and empty faceplate and snaked up its left arm from a passive rip in the palm of its glove. From behind those fissures, an incongruous shadow moved, just slightly out of sync with the crinkling of the suit's material: the barest suggestion of something else moving inside the suit.

“So I guess that’s a no on the going back to the Ghost Zone thing,” Danny quipped weakly. The suit did not respond. Its shadow fell over his face, and the sunlight that caught its edges flickered almost imperceptibly with minute distortions of the air, like arcs of electricity or flares on the surface of the sun.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” Danny discreetly braced his arms against the ground and shifted his weight. “That’s alright. I can say your lines for you.”

They both sprang into action at the same moment - but Danny was just a bit faster. He dodged the suit’s lunge and zipped around to aim an ecto-blast at its back. It barely seemed to notice the attack, and Danny had to swerve mid-air to remain in its blind spot as it swung around to grab at him. The suit moved with surprising speed for something so clunky.

“Hey, get back here!” Danny said in a comically deep and slightly stupid voice that seemed to fit the suit, darting under a frighteningly fast swipe. Then, in his normal voice, “No, sorry, I’m good. I’d rather not get blasted into next week again. That blast was crazy strong, man, could you teach me how to do that?”

Predictably, this garnered no response, but the suit did catch Danny off guard when it feinted right and caught him with a kick that landed solidly in his gut and sent him flying.

Something snapped in Danny’s ankle, and he ground his teeth to keep from shouting. He fused his legs into a tail and sighed when the pain diminished slightly; he would just have to deal with that later.

“Wow,” Danny gritted out, “talk about giving someone the boot.”

“Yeah, I got a real kick out of that,” he said in the suit’s voice, darting off into the trees to buy himself a few moments to think. The heavy footsteps were loud behind him as he flew.

Ectoblasts were clearly not the way to go if he wanted to beat this ghost. Forget about not being hurt by the blasts, the thing had almost seemed to be absorbing them, and the last thing Danny wanted to do was give it even more of an energy boost. So if ectoblasts were out, what did that leave him?

Shields, duplication if he wanted to try scaring the ghost into submission - his last attempt had produced two separate bodies and there had technically been the right number of limbs and eyes between them - ice powers he still wasn’t great at controlling, a little bit of electricity, and the ghostly wail. He could also try punching it, but somehow, he doubted that would be very effective.

What he really needed was a way to contain it. Unfortunately, the Thermos had been sitting on his desk at home - which meant he would never see it again - and while Tucker and Sam each had backups, he had no way of finding them, and no interest in leading the suit anywhere near them. That left only the other ghost hunters. Assuming Danny could stall the suit until Valerie arrived, the knock-off Thermos Vlad had given her would be the best option of containment. Once the suit was captured, he could worry about getting it back from Valerie without also getting caught, and return it to the GZ, hopefully never to be seen again.

Decided, Danny nodded to himself - and was just about to change direction when it dawned on him that he could no longer hear the thundering footsteps. Had he lost it?

The answer to that, as it became apparent not seconds later, was a resounding no.

The suit lurched out from behind the trunk of a towering oak tree, palm raised and glowing. Danny yelped and banked hard left just in time to avoid getting a face full of toxic green sludge. He zig-zagged between the trees in an attempt to make himself a harder target to hit, but when he glanced back over his shoulder, the suit was gone.

It popped out from behind another tree in Danny’s path, and once again he barely evaded the stream of goo that erupted from its hand. Twice more this happened, the suit disappearing from behind him only to emerge ahead of him before Danny finally got the message.

The ghost didn’t seem to be able to fly. What other way could it get around other than teleportation?

Even on high alert, Danny couldn’t avoid the sudden attacks forever, and eventually, the suit caught him. “Uh oh,” was all he managed as a gloved hand closed around the end of his spectral tail; then he was being swung around too fast for anything other than just, “AAAHHHH!”

When the suit finally got tired of playing spinning top, it leaned forward and heaved Danny, still hollering at the top of his lungs, over its shoulder and into the ground. At this point, Danny did what he probably should have done to begin with: he turned intangible and slipped free of its grasp, twisting in the air to latch onto the domed helmet of the Hazmat and anchoring his tail around its upper torso to keep it from throwing him off.

“Dude,” he said, still winded from however many G’s of force that thing had had him under, “I think you need to chill out.”

Frost began to creep across the scratchy fabric of the hazmat, and Danny grinned as the suit’s movements went from aggressive to almost panicky. When the frost reached the warped zippers and buckles, slowly encrusting the fissure in the faceplate, the suit began thrashing frantically. It staggered around, arms beating ineffectively at nothing, and the strangest sort of noise started to rise from inside it. It was at once a high-pitched whining and a low, groaning rumble; caught somewhere in the middle, drowned out by the rest of the noise, was a sound what carried the faintest trace of human speech.

“Are you… trying to say something?” Danny asked, expression tightening with confusion and attention slipping just slightly. That was all the opening the suit needed to toss him off its back and into a nearby tree. Danny would be picking splinters out of his butt for days, and that wasn’t even the most of his problems.

The suit’s joints creaked with cold, and more glowing green cracks were beginning to spread through the fabric and plastic. The tiny energy flares he had seen before were much larger now, and carried the slightest tint of color. Angry green energy swirled around the savaged palm, and Danny was sure that if it had had a face, the ghost would have been glaring daggers at him.

Danny tried to call a beam of ice, like Frostbite had shown him, but apparently his core had had enough; it spluttered and coughed pitifully in his chest, and all that Danny could manage was a handful of shards of what could generously be called ice. They dropped into the grass several feet short of the looming suit, which actually stopped and tilted its head down to stare at them.

“Oh yeah?” Danny could practically hear it saying, and didn’t bother to translate that out loud. Once it finally decided to stop being a comedian, the suit continued its slow advance. Danny knew it could move faster than that. The stupid ghost was doing this purely for the drama of it.

The green goop started to get thicker, and a drop of it popped and hissed out of its glove and landed on Danny’s foot. Yelping at the cold sensation, followed rapidly by pins and needles, and finally a slowly spreading numbness, Danny ducked around to the other side of the tree - where the suit was once again already waiting for him.

He couldn’t outrun it. He couldn’t trap it. He couldn’t even seem to slow it down. With no sign of backup on the way, that left Danny with one option. Casting his eyes around for any other way out of this, he missed the first glob of goop flying towards his shoulder. The white-hot chill that began to radiate out of the suddenly unresponsive arm made up his mind for him. Screwing his eyes shut, Danny dug his fingers into the dirt, sucked in a breath, and—

The trees bowed low to the ground as birds, squirrels, and insects of all types flurried madly out of the park and away to safety. The suit’s heavy boots dug into the ground, its arms lifting as if to shield itself. It held out for an admirable amount of time - long enough that Danny’s vision started to go gray around the edges - but even it was not immune to the Ghostly Wail.

The last thing Danny saw before he passed out was the starburst of cracks that was beginning to appear along the seams of the Hazmat suit.

-

Jack and Maddie had almost made it downtown - reduced to running in the direction the ghosts had gone, as all of their vehicles had gone up in smoke with the house - when the sound of Phantom’s newest and most devastating power split the air. Maddie pressed her lips into a thin line. The fight was not going well, then.

“Come on, Jack,” she urged, lengthening her strides, and he grunted in acknowledgment. The park was a five minute walk from central downtown, and they were flat-out sprinting.

They made it just in time to be just barely too late.

Past a certain point, the entire park looked like it had been hit with an industrial leaf blower, and as Jack and Maddie crept cautiously across the divide from normal to abnormal, all the sound in the world seemed to disappear. Only the line blaring of a car alarm somewhere in the distance broke the silence; it felt oppressive. Watchful. The sick curdle of fear, rage, and worry in Maddie’s gut intensified.

They had not been able to find Danny.

When they finally make it to the epicenter of the destruction, where the force of Phantom’s attack had ripped several full-grown trees out of the ground by their roots, Maddie’s hand flew to cover her mouth, and the arm holding her blaster sagged. Jack wasn’t quick enough to stifle his cry of alarm, and the… thing jerked around to look at them both.

It was like no ghost Maddie had ever seen. Stars - honest-to-goodness constellations - flickered inside a distinct, if completely lifeless, void in the shape of a human being. When it moved, the stars remain fixed in place, as if the ghost’s body did not so much contain them as provide a window into some other plane of reality where they glimmered unknowably. Only the ghost’s eyes, twin swirling vortexes of white and silver, and the ends of its limbs, encased in ghostly green resin-like structures that looked almost like the claws of a wild animal, signaled the ghost’s true inner evil. Its appearance was simple, and without the claws, unthreatening. But Maddie knew the reality of it, it and every other ghost just like it. That knowledge was a burden, and one which she bore with a heavy heart and steadfast determination.

How did she know, with such terrible certainty, that the ghost was malicious?

Because it stood over the limp body of her son, who looked very small indeed curled on the ground as shivers wracked his body.

“Danny!” The shout ripped from her throat, and the strange ghost flinched. It bobbed unsteadily in the air for only as long as it too Jack and Maddie to train their blasters on it, at which point it lunged faster than thought - at Danny.

“No!” chorused the Fentons, but it was already too late to stop it. The moment the ghost’s clawed hand closed around her son’s arm, both he and it vanished in a spinning torrent of ectoplasm.

-

Danny woke up to a stabbing pain behind his eyes and a scratchy feeling in his throat - the memory of using the Wail followed shortly after. He tried to bolt upright, and he would have managed it, too, if not for the fact that the ceiling was right there to meet him.

With a yelp - more startled than pained - Danny flopped back down, resigned for the moment to just blink confusedly at what looked to be the underside of a riveted steel beam.

“What,” he muttered, and jumped again when there was a pointed cough from somewhere off to the side.

“Actually,” said a voice. His voice. “I have the same question.”

Danny rolled into his side - noting that he must have de-transformed after the Wail - just in time to see… himself, possibly… gesture frustratedly at him, at himself, and at the bridge that they were apparently hiding under. Weird.

Really weird.

“What is happening?” demanded the ghost, and Danny dropped his head onto his arms in despair. It wasn’t just the recordings, then. His voice really did sound like that. What a nightmare this day was turning out to be.

“I have a concussion,” Danny mumbled.

“Sorry about that,” said the ghost sheepishly, wince audible in its voice. His voice?

Really, really, really weird.

“Who are you?” The ghost finally asked, when Danny continued to lay there like a slug. Reluctantly, Danny lifted his head to squint at him.

“I’m Danny Fenton,” he said, and the ghost shook his head slowly.

“No, you can’t be.”

The sunlight was too strong. Danny closed his eyes. “Why not,” he snapped, annoyed and trying to ignore how the adrenaline from the fight was finally working its way out of his sore joints.

There was a flash of white light, blinding even behind closed eyelids, and when Danny finally opened his eyes, he found that he was actually, truly staring at a perfect double of himself.

“Amorpho, if this is some sort of sick joke, I’m going to beat your ass,” Danny said wearily.

“Even if I was Amorpho, I don’t think you could,” the double said matter of fact-ly, which, alright, might have been true. Danny scowled and tossed an arm over his eyes.

“I really am sorry about beating you up so much,” said the double after a moment. “I swear, one minute I was minding my own business, trying to toss Youngblood back into the Ghost Zone, the next I was in a pile of rubble and it looked like you were about to attack my parents. I sort of freaked out.”

Danny held up a finger.

“Okay, first of all, you didn’t beat me up that much, I’m perfectly fine.” He lifted his arm and caught the other Danny’s skeptical look. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m never this bad after a fight,” commented Other Danny.

“Yeah, well, you also had that stupid giant indestructible suit.” Danny paused. “Uh… I guess it’s my turn to apologize. I’m sorry, man, I didn’t mean to total it like that, I guess I freaked out, too.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was starting to fall apart anyway.” Other Danny waited until Danny’s eyes were covered before going ghost again. “This is going to take some getting used to, though.”

“Honestly I’m kinda jealous.”

Other Danny looked at him with mute surprise. “Jealous?”

“Yeah. I wish my ghost form looked that cool.”

Other Danny’s hands dropped into his lap, and he stared at them - and the wickedly curved claws at their ends - with narrowed eyes. Then,

“I’ll always look like a monster, no matter what,” he spat, and even though he had no distinct facial features besides eyes, Danny could hear how he was scowling.

A monster, huh?

“You aren’t a monster,” Danny said, feeling like a little bit of a hypocrite, and received an angry glare in return.

“That’s easy for you to say,” seethed Other Danny, “You look practically normal! I bet no one has thrown crosses at you or tried to hunt you down with actual pitchforks.”

Danny winced.

“…Really?”

“Some things never change, I guess.” Still, as disheartening as that was, Danny chose to find the silver lining. “But think of it this way: it has nothing to do with how we look or how we fight. They’re always going to find something wrong with us.”

Other Danny’s gaze was still trained on his claws, but Danny could tell he was listening. It was a bit weird, this whole ‘talking to himself’ thing, but it was strangely therapeutic. Jazz was going to have a field day with this when he told her.

“If they’re always going to assume the worst, then all we can do is prove them wrong,” Danny said. “Besides, I don’t know about you, but I don’t do this so they’ll love me. It would be nice if they did, but just them being safe is enough for me.”

Other Danny nodded thoughtfully.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. “And I guess as long as Sam and Tucker don’t think I’m a monster, that’s what really matters.”

“Jazz, too. And…” Danny hesitated. “And it also matters what you think. Ghosts are different than people. You are what you think you are. The more like a monster you think you are, the more like a monster you’ll look. And, if Vlad is any indication, you’ll start to act that way, too.”

“I hadn’t thought of it like that.” Other Danny scratched one claw tip in the dust that coated the ledge they were hiding on, delicately etching a picture of a spider lily into the grime. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay, good.” Danny’s head ached fiercely as he struggled to regather what he had been trying to say earlier. “Then going back to the original point, with what you said about how you got here. I wasn’t attacking Mom and Dad, I’m just annoyed at them, and… I’m sorry, but I'm pretty sure they’re my parents. You said the last thing you remember was tossing Youngblood back into the Zone, but I remember everything leading up to the explosion. One of us reality hopped, and dude, I don’t think it was me.”

Other Danny let out an explosive sigh that trailed off into a frustrated groan at the end.

“This is like the third time this has happened,” he complained, and Danny nodded sympathetically. Must be part of the whole ‘ghost superhero’ thing.

“Alright, so are we going to Clockwork or Frostbite for this one?” Danny asked. The double raised his hands in surrender.

“It’s your reality, you decide.”

“Gee thanks.”

Both options presented their own problems, even discounting travel distance. If they went to Clockwork, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t laugh them right out of his lair, or worse yet, help them and wrap it up in yet another deeply traumatic lesson about the fragile nature of time and free will.

Pass.

The Far Frozen was more likely to be welcoming, but the Infini-Map was not quite a perfect trump card of a solution. If there was a doorway for Other Danny to get back home through, it would find it, but if there wasn’t, they were out of luck.

On the other hand…

The Frostbite could probably help Danny recover from this godawful concussion and maybe help with his definitely sprained ankle. Plus, it was always nice to see him. Yeti hugs were the best thing in any of the infinite realms.

If they happened to catch Clockwork in one of his rare and unpredictable helpful moods, the time ghost might be willing to do a total reset for them. Slim as the possibility was, it was a tantalizing one.

No more destroyed house, no more upset parents, no more totaled city park…

No change to the status quo. Normalcy.

But was that really what he wanted?

Danny’s excuse had always been, “I’m waiting for the right time to tell them,” but when it came to his parents and ghosts, there was no right time. They had made it very clear that they would not be willing to reframe their views on ghosts - unless he forced them to.

And with the house totaled, practically all of their tech gone, years of work and the Portal itself literally reduced to smoking ruins, there would never be a better time for them to salt the earth and start to move on. It could be a fresh start, if only Danny could gather the courage to give them a nudge in the right direction. They would love him no matter what. He knew that.

Even if it took them a while to come to terms with things, they would still love him.

Danny weighed his options one last time, then sighed.

“Can you teleport us to the Far Frozen?” he asked heavily. “The Portal is history. Its implosion in the chain reaction is probably what brought you here in the first place.”

“Yeah, alright.” Other Danny shuffled around a bit for a second - when Danny peered out from under his arm, he had to snort at the sight of the other ghost trying and failing to float over from across the ledge. It looked like he was trying to doggy paddle in the air.

“First time flying?” Danny snickered, and a gap appeared in Other Danny’s featureless face just wide enough for him to stick his tongue out at Danny.

“That’s the price I pay for wearing the proper safety equipment,” muttered Other Danny, digging his claws into the steel in an attempt to find purchase. “Stupid heavy junk.”

Danny snorted. “You’ll love flying, once you get the hang of it. Until then, I think I’ll take a nap.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Other Danny did eventually manage to grab hold of him, and in the space of a blink, they were floating above the densely packed snow of Frostbite’s domain. The chill ripped right through Danny, and with a grimace, he transformed back into his ghost form. They made their way to the gates of the city, where he was instantly recognized and herded into Frostbite’s office post-haste. Danny waved hi to some of the yeti he recognized; they all went a bit stiff and hurried out of accidental blasting range before waving back.

Steaming mugs of hot cocoa were pressed into their hands as soon as they were seated, and Frostbite listened with interest as Danny and Other Danny took turns explaining what had happened. The reality jumping was not new. But Frostbite seemed fascinated by Other Danny’s detailing of his emergence from the suit.

“Incredible,” Frostbite murmured, a considering look on his face. “I have heard of this before, but never had the chance to study it firsthand. Would you mind if I run some tests on you both before sending you back home? Having a baseline as well as a record of your peculiarities would be most enlightening.”

Both Dannys looked at each other and shrugged in sync. It was a small price to pay for use of the Infini-Map; Danny was fine with it as long as he didn’t have to be naked in any more vats of mystery healing liquid.

-

Danny’s watch read nearly eight in the evening, Amity Park time, when Frostbite finally declared them both sound and ready to use the Map.

They both held their breath as the murky ink stains on the parchment began to bleed into recognizable patterns and formations.

“Thank goodness,” said Other Danny, when the image of a slightly lopsided portal solidified on the paper. “Could I use the Map to teleport there and back quickly? Once I’ve been somewhere once, I can go back anytime I want.”

“I suppose so,” Frostbite said, reluctant to part with the Map but allowing it anyway. As soon as Other Danny had it in his hands, he disappeared with a pop.

He was back just as quickly, and handed the Map back over with a crinkle in his eyes that suggested a smile. Frostbite returned the smile with a gusty sigh, as though it had been gone for hours instead of mere seconds.

Other Danny turned back to Danny. “When your house exploded, do you think it destroyed the other side of the portal, too?”

That was a good question. Danny frowned, wishing he understood the science behind his parents’ weird genius tech a bit better, and tried to think about it logically.

In conventional physics, when one side of a doorway is destroyed, so is the other side. In ghost physics though? Who knew. The other side of the portal might still be fixed in its spot in the wastes, just hovering and swirling on as if nothing had happened at all.

But that didn’t necessarily mean it still let out to the same place.

Danny shuddered as his mind immediately supplied all of the most horrible and horrifying possibilities for a portal that itself was already an abomination rip in the fabric of reality. He was going to have to worry about that eventually, he could already tell, but not right now. He was too tired to deal with that right now.

“It better have,” Danny said, feeling a little bit sick. “Please just teleport me home.”

-

Other Danny dropped him off in the park - where his phone immediately got service and just about spontaneously combusted in his pocket.

“Good luck,” Other Danny said with a sympathetic wince. “Do you… want me to stick around? In case they take it really badly?”

“No,” Danny shook his head and powered down his phone. “They’ll be fine. Besides, that portal didn’t look super stable, so you’d better hurry. Good luck to you too.”

Other Danny nodded, waved goodbye, and disappeared. All things considered, Danny had had to corral worse things back into their own realities, but he still hoped he never saw Other Danny ever again. With luck, that whole situation would resolve itself and he would have one less thing to worry about.

-

Maddie Fenton startled awake from her doze on the motel sofa. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what had woken her - then there was another clink of metal on ceramic and what sounded like the crunching of cornflakes.

Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, she turned her head.

Danny was sitting calmly at the cheap laminate board table on a rickety old dining chair, shoveling cereal into his mouth and looking absolutely none the worse for wear. Maddie had to pinch herself. Was this a hallucination? Stress from the hours of frantically combing the city and raging at the vanished Portal combined with the horrible gas station burrito she’d had for dinner?

Danny looked up from his cereal and met her gaze levelly.

“Hi Mom,” he said, perfectly serene, “Could you get Dad, please? There’s something I need to tell you...”

[blooming-violets]

The Darkest Day || TASM One Shot

Summary/Prompt by @liz-allyn​: On a rainy winter night, Peter suddenly spots you crouching in the middle of a busy highway. He swoops in and saves you before you end up flattened by a bus. But something is wrong. You’re dazed, confused, you can’t remember… anything. Peter realizes you’re covered in blood. It’s not yours.

Warnings: Gif of blood under the cut. Heavy mentions of blood. Mentions of an almost blow job. Stabbing. Sexual Assault. Panic. Death of a loved one. Shock. Angst. 

Tag List: (I think only one person specifically asked to be tagged in any tasm things I write. The other’s were just for the Pinky Promise series. I think. Idk I didn’t want to spam or bother anyone lol. Let me know if I missed you or wanted to be added to any future tasm writing or just for PP series)  @anakins-angel​

A/N: Thank you to @liz-allyn for suggesting this prompt to people. You’re the true hero here. I live and breathe for angst. 

“Wake up, wake up...please. No, no, no. You can’t do this to me. Get up! Get up!”

You shook the shoulders of your best friend as he laid motionless on the ground next to you. His head lolled to the side, eyes staring lifeless ahead of him, as blood pooled around his body. There was too much of it. It was wet and warm as it soaked into your clothing. You tried to stop the bleeding. You tried to place your hands over the gaping hole in his stomach. 

Apply pressure. 

Every time you pushed your hands down more blood bubbled up out of the wound. It was impossible to keep your hands over it. They kept slipping. It was just too big. There was too much. 

Too much blood. 

“No...”

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren’t here. This was a nightmare. You would open your eyes and you’d wake up in your bed. Everything would be fine. Danny was fine. It was okay. He was okay. You were okay. He’s fine.

You opened your eyes again. 

Danny wasn’t fine. 

Danny was dead. 

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. 

“Help!” You tried to cry out but your voice cracked, the sound swallowed by your own sobs. “Someone. Help him. Please.” 

No one was coming. In was in middle of night in the dead of winter. Rain poured from the sky’s above. You watched the water wash his river of blood down the pavement of the dark alley. The two of you had decided to use it as a short cut on your way home after a night of drinking. 

“Get out of here.” Those had been his last words. 

You didn’t want to leave him but he was right. He was always right. 

“I’m sorry,” you leaned down and kissed his blood stained cheek before pushing yourself up.

You started running. 

---

Twenty minutes ago you had been laughing. He had been telling you an outrageous story of a man he tried to have sex with in the nightclub bathroom while you walked home. The two of you were huddled under a single umbrella in an attempt to hide from the rain. He was going on and on about how hot the stranger had been, how he was so horny, he was ready to take him right there in the dirty stall. You had choked on your own saliva in a fit of giggles when he explained how he was on his knees, just as he was about take this beautiful man into his mouth, someone had burst into the stall next to them and starting unloading a nights worth of shit beside them. He was describing the horrible smell in such detail, both of you with tears of laughter in your eyes, when a hooded figure stepped out from behind a dumpster. 

“Oh, how mysterious!” Danny had snickered at the man. “You know, I like them tall, dark, and handsome.” You were both still buzzing from your drinks and laughter still hung your lips. Neither of you had realized the gravity of the situation you had just stepped into. 

The man moved forward, he pulled something from his pocket, the glint of a shiny knife in the moonlight caught your eye. The laughter faded from both your faces. 

“Hey, man. We don’t want trouble. We don’t have any money. We’re just trying to get home,” Danny’s voice lowered an octave when he spoke. He was putting on his macho act in front of the stranger. You hugged closer to his side. 

“It’s real rainy out,” a voice slithered over your shoulder. You yelped and spun around to come face to face with another man behind you. They had you trapped on either side of the alley. “How’s about you hand over that umbrella? You wouldn’t want us to get too wet would you? It seems only fair that you share it.” 

Danny gave you a worried glance. He closed the umbrella and reluctantly handed it over. You both knew they were only trying to get it away incase he decided to use it as a weapon to fend them off. 

The second man snatched it from his hand and tossed it behind him, “Good boy. Now how about you do a little more sharing. My friend and I would like to borrow this sweet, fine lady here for a little bit. I don’t think she’d mind.” He reached out a grimy hand and rubbed it up your thigh and under the black velvet of the short club dress you were wearing. 

Your eyes widened and you slapped away his hand, backing yourself against Danny’s chest. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You spat out at him. 

They each gave a dark laugh in response. The second man spoke again. He seemed to be the one in charge, “Aw, so cute. I like it when they try to act all tough.” 

Danny shoved you behind him, hiding you the corner between the dumpster and the wall, his body closing you off from the men’s sight. He was never a psychical fighter but, when it came to the people he loved, you knew he’d do whatever it took. You placed your hand on his back.

“Let’s just run,” you whispered in his ear.

“I’m not letting either of you near her. It’s time you both fucked off and bothered someone else,” his voice didn’t quiver once but you knew he was scared. You knew everything about him. 

“I’ve had enough,” the man with the knife spoke for the first time since you met. His voice was deep and sinister. It sent shivers down your spine. “Move,” he spoke to Danny directly now. You couldn’t see his face but you could tell Danny was staring him straight in the eye.

“Never,” he had replied. You heard him spit into the man’s face. 

Then it happened. 

The man didn’t even say a word. He made no sound. He just lunged at Danny and ripped the knife into his chest. 

Danny doubled over.

One, two, three. Three times the knife plunged in and out of your friend’s stomach. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?!” The second guy backed away. His eyes were wide. “We didn’t agree on killing on anyone! It was just to scare them. This wasn’t the plan!” He turned around and ran out of the alley. 

The first man shoved Danny’s curled over body to the side. He hit the wet pavement with a heavy thud. Red poured from his stomach. The man turned to looked directly at you. It was the first time you got a good look at his face. He had a long, jagged, red scar across his left cheek and his eyes were a piercing blue. You couldn’t move. 

“See you later, sweetheart.” He smiled at you before he turned and ran after his partner. 

Frozen. 

It had taken you a few passing seconds before you were even able to break out of the shock. Danny’s hand wrapping around your ankle was what it took to pull you back. 

You gasped and bent down beside him, your frantic eyes trying desperately to take in what you were seeing. 

“Go,” he whispered to you. Blood painted his lips and dribbled down his chin when he spoke. “Before they come back. Get out of here.” 

He let out one last, long breath as he body went limp in front of you. You watched the life leave his open eyes. 

Gone.

---

Rain pelted your skin as you ran. It mixed in beautifully with the tears streaming down your face. 

You couldn’t see where you going. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t hear. You could only run. 

Faster and faster. Further and further. You had to get away. You had to put as must distance as possible between you and your friend. 

Danny’s dead eyes flashed in your vision. 

Stop it. 

You couldn’t shake the image from your thoughts. You ran faster. Pushed yourself harder. 

His eyes chased you. 

Haunting you.

You stopped short. Out of breath. Panting. Danny’s eyes still invading your every thought. 

You let out a blood curdling scream and sunk to the ground. You wrapped your arms around your legs and pulled them close. You wanted to be with him. You shouldn’t have left him there. He was alone. Dead. No one to comfort him. No one to hold him. 

Rotting alone in the rain. 

A loud horn ruptured through your ears and blinding lights dazed your vision. 

You closed your eyes. 

---

“Where are you hurt?” 

Someone was speaking to you. Their hands felt their way over your body, looking for the source of the bleeding. 

You jerked away from their touch, kicking out the person, and curling yourself into a ball, “Don’t touch me!” 

Panic rose in your chest. You could feel the hands of that man sliding up your thighs. 

The knife.

Danny’s eyes. 

You shook your head. Eyes squeezed shut. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Leave me alone,” you mumbled into the grass under you. 

The smell of wet dirt filled your nostrils and grass tickled your cheek.

“Okay! I’m not touching you. I need to know where the blood is coming from though. Can you tell me where it hurts?” 

You kept yourself bathed in the darkness behind your eyelids. If you opened them, you’d be back in reality. In the dark, at least you could hide. Nothing was real if you couldn’t see it. 

“Not mine,” you muttered. 

Danny’s. Danny’s blood. 

“Okay,” the voice softened. “You’re not in danger anymore. You’re safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You can call me Spiderman. I’m going to take care of you.” 

That was enough to get you to peak through your lashes. 

Sure enough, Spiderman was kneeling in front of you. At first you felt relief. You felt safe. He wouldn’t let those men get near you. 

Danny. Your sweet, beautiful, Danny. 

He was going to be a lawyer. Not the shitty kind. The kind that helped fight for those who were underprivilege. He wanted to be of service to the poor, the minorities, the one’s who the law was always stacked against. He was going to help people. A man of the people. A hero.

Now he’s dead. 

Your relief turned to anger at the loss of your friend. 

Where had Spiderman been a half hour ago? Why hadn’t he shown up to save Danny? He was too late. You weren’t the one who needed the saving. 

You stared at his stupid mask. You hated him. 

You staggered to your feet. He copied your movements though his were a lot more graceful. You rushed at him. Shoving your hands against his shoulders, pushing him. There was fire behind your eyes. 

“Why didn’t save him? You should have saved him! He needed your help and you weren’t there!” 

Tears streamed down your face. You banged your fists against his chest. You hated him. You hated Spiderman. This was all his fault. 

“Why weren’t you there? Why didn’t help him?” 

Each blow of your fist against his suit probably hurt you more than it did him but it felt good. You wanted him to hurt you back. You wanted to feel something other the grief. So you kept antagonizing him. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a superhero! You can’t even save one person!” You yelled, sorrow dripping from the sound. He made no attempts to stop you, to restrain you, to move away from the abuse. He just stood there and took it. It made you despise him even more. 

“Hit me back!” You screeched at him. 

“I hate you!” Hit. “I hate you!” Hit. “I hate you...”

Your lip quivered. Each punch of your fist got weaker each time until you were barely just grazing his chest. “Why did he have die? Why him?”

All the fight drained out of you. Your shoulders slumped and you closed your eyes, stumbling forward. 

He caught you in his arms and pulled you tightly against him. You allowed it to happen, burying your head into the fabric of his suit, you wanted someone to hold you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I’m here now though. Let me help you.” 

You whimpered and nodded your head. You felt bad for having had hit him.

You stayed with your face hidden in his chest. You could feel him turning his head to look around. 

“We’re right by a public pool. No one should be there. Let me bring you over there to calm down. You can tell me what happened. We can get you cleaned up in the bathroom.” He was too sweet for someone you had just tried to attack. 

For the first time since you started running, you look around to observe your surroundings. You were standing near a busy road. Is that where Spiderman had grabbed you from? You didn’t remember purposely running out into it. You were quite a few blocks away from where you had left Danny. It surprised you how far you had blindly ran. 

Spiderman gently released you from his hug and took your hand in his. 

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s fix you up. 

---

The rain had stopped and the moon had pushed its way out behind the clouds. There was dark green cover stretched over the pool. It wasn’t open in the winter. Spiderman was right, no one would be here. If it was any other strange man, you would have felt unsafe being somewhere like this alone with them. For whatever reason, you trusted him to keep you safe. That was supposed to be his job, after all. 

He fiddled with the locked door to the bathrooms. You stood close behind him. Your fingers stuck together. You held them up to your face. Without the rainfall, Danny’s blood had begun to dry on your skin. You forced your fingers apart, watching as the blood cracked and broke away. Goosebumps formed on your exposed legs from cool night air. 

You felt nothing anymore. 

“There!” Spiderman exclaimed when the door popped open. “It’s not breaking and entering when it’s for a good reason.” 

You pushed past him and walked into the dark room. You used to swim at this pool in the summers when you were a child. The place still looked the same. A small office greeted you as you walked in. Down the short hallway to your left were two large, full bathrooms and changing rooms for the guests to use at the leisure. Lockers lines the walls of the hall. 

Spiderman must have hit the light switch because florescent lights buzzed on above your head. It was too bright. Your eyes had been adjusted to the dark. You cast them down to the floor to keep them from hurting. 

He stepped in front of you. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” 

You shook your head no. 

“Listen. I need to call someone to help. You mentioned someone was hurt. They might need an ambulance.” 

An ambulance? You don’t need an ambulance when you’re dead. 

“He’s dead,” your voice was monotone, lacking any emotion. 

“Who is?” Spiderman guided you to a wooden bench against the wall. You let him pull you down onto it. His arm wrapped around your neck, his hand dangling over your shoulders. You focused in on his hand. It was mostly red with blue tipped fingers. The material was made up of little hexagon patterns. You never got to see the details of his costume from the news footage you had seen. He was always so far away. 

“My friend. My best friend. Danny. They killed him. Two men. One had a knife. The one who killed him had a scar on his left cheek and blue eyes. I didn’t really get to see the other guy. That’s all I remember.” You turned to stare at him with empty eyes. “Do you think I can shower here? I don’t want his blood on me anymore.”

He nodded. His hand brushed against your cheek. “I’m really sorry you had to go through this. I’m going to call the police for you. They’ll find your friend. Do you know where his body is?” 

You told him the name of the street you had been on before you crossed into the alleyway. He thanked you. 

---

The shower tiles were cold under your feet. Your bloody dress sat crumpled over your shoes in the corner of the room. You hadn’t turned the lights on. You wanted to be in the dark. The shower rattled to life. It was probably the first time anyone had used it since the start of the winter season. Cold water blasted from the spout. Your initial instinct was to move away from the freezing water but you forced yourself under it. You thought about switching it over to hot water but chose not to. The cold numbed the outside of your body in a way that matched how you felt on the inside. 

Watery blood swirled around your feet as it ran off your body. Even in the dark, you could make out the bright red color moving around you. All you could feel was blood. You felt like it was everywhere. You felt like you were drowning in it. You scrubbed at your arms, your legs, your chest, your face. You had to get it off. You had to get him off you. Parts of your friend washing down the drain under your feet. Tears burned in your eyes. Why was this happening? Why Danny? 

Your heart hurt with a heavy, aching pain you had never felt before. The urge to scream overtook you. You let it rip from your throat, bouncing and echoing off the walls, as you fell to your knees in the shower. You hung your head and cried. 

The door burst open. Spiderman ran to your side. He reached for you. 

“Jesus, it’s freezing!” He turned the shower knob to hot and knelt beside you under the stream of water as it began to warm up. “Are you hurt?”

You couldn’t look at him. Your body was shaking, both from the cold and the sobs bursting out of you. Snot ran from your nose. You knelt there cold, wet, and naked as you cried. You felt so small. So exposed. 

Spiderman spot a web at a large, white towel hanging on a hook and dragged it to him. He wrapped it around your body, pulling you into his lap, and cradling you like a child. He kept the both of you under the water flow. Steam was now rising. The hot water soaked through the towel and into your skin, warming you up. You started to stop shivering. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to you as he rocked his body back and forth. It was so soothing of a motion. “Nobody should ever have lose someone like that. It’s not fair. The world is not fair. It’s all bullshit.” 

You nestled your head against his shoulder. He was so kind. So good.

And you were so tired.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” you closed your eyes. “You’re not a pathetic super hero. You can’t be everywhere at once. I don’t know why I said those things.” 

“I do. I’ve said them to myself countless times. But you can’t dwell on the ‘what ifs’ or else it will consume you. Trust me, I’ve been there so many times before. You have to keep moving foreword and just do what you can. I might not have been able to save your friend tonight but I was able to save you from getting hit by a bus. Instead of two deaths, I have one. It’s not great odds. Death still happens. But you’re alive. That’s one less person I don’t have to see buried in the ground. And sometimes one is better than none.”

Today you met two types of strangers. One who wanted to harm you. The other who wanted to help you. Even in the darkest day, there were still good people. There were people who wanted to help. They outweighed the bad.

You hid your face against his chest. 

“You’re a good person, Spidey.”  

---

"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping. '" 

-Mr. Fred Rogers

[cordria]

Trick vs Treat

The human world is made of particles that can be either matter or energy, governed by relatively simple laws of distance and time. Almost anywhere you go within it’s nearly-infinite expanse, the results of a given action are predictable, repeatable, and knowable. The ghost world, not so much. 

Made of that same ineffable energy that causes you to think and dream and laugh - the energy of souls say some, the energy of memories say others - the ghost world seems unpredictable and strange. Repeated actions sometimes lead to different responses. Distance and time unravel and bend in arbitrary ways, making navigation nearly impossible unless you know how to get where you want to go. 

And even then, sometimes you end up somewhere you don’t expect.

-

The Infinite Realms - Trick vs treat

-

Danny meant to end up at his home. He’d planned for that, he’d kept the thought in his mind as he travelled, and yet the ghost world had twisted back on itself without warning and he’d ended up anywhere but. The portal was a distant pulse in his mind, pulling him upwards and off to the right. 

His nose itched. He scratched the tip of his nose with the claw on his finger (he’d long stopped paying attention to what he looked like in the ghost world - appearance changed and bended as easily as distance here) and looked around, letting go of the worry about getting home before he got in trouble again. Because of the odd twist that had dumped him here, it was now two minutes before he’d even entered the ghost world in the first place. He had hours, relatively speaking.

An old-looking house stood on a spit of land, thatched roof full of holes and door yawning open to reveal darkness behind. True darkness was as hard to find in this world as a working toilet, and Danny was intrigued. He flitted over to the land and settled his feet on the ground, crouched and listening to the intent of the land around him. 

Peace, the area buzzed. Feast, relax, breathe.

While not a sure-fire method of knowing what a new place entailed, ghosts generally stayed in an area that had the same energy they were made up of. A peaceful land would house peaceful ghosts. 

Usually.

Danny paced closer, feeling fangs grow in his mouth and the hair on his head lengthen until it trickled down his back. He ran a tongue over the odd teeth and stopped in the doorway. “Hello?” he called, voice slurred slightly by the new items in his mouth.

His own voice echoed back.

He leaned further into the house, letting his eyes adjust to the blackness, careful to keep his feet outside the house. You couldn’t be accused of trespassing if your feet stayed on the path. Eventually he noticed a single candle glowing on a small table, a tiny mote of green against the nothingness. “Anyone here?”

“I’m busy cooking,” came a scratchy voice from the darkness. “Come help and I’ll serve you.”

Little hairs on his arm itched at the thought of entering this house where he couldn't see. “I’m not hungry, thanks,” he hedged. “Just stopping by to say hello.”

“Nonsense.” Now the voice hissed from right next to his ear, a whisper of cold running down his neck. “I’m making candy. I need your young eyes and a strong pair of arms. Recipe says so.”

Danny lurched away from the sound - the ghost? - and stumbled one step over the threshold. The door slammed shut behind him, the candle blew out, and the darkness was absolute. Danny froze. “I’m sorry, I have places to be-”

“You’ll be right here.” Clawed fingers trailed up his arm and brushed across his cheek. “I like your eyes.” The ghost’s voice had dropped to a breath. 

“I like them too, thanks,” Danny said. He knew he was just a step inside the house, if he just reached behind him, he would be able to open the door and leave. His fingers quested backwards, but found nothing but cold emptiness. Had he gotten turned around? He felt around in every direction, feeling nothing. “I’d like to leave now.”

“Be patient, young one. I only need one last ingredient and my treat will be finished.” A green fire ignited suddenly in the corner. A large, heavy-looking cauldron hung heavy over the sparkling flames. “Come see.”

Danny blinked away the specks in his vision and took the chance to look around. The fire illuminated a few feet of wall and flooring before the blackness overtook everything. Danny couldn’t see his own hands and feet - much less the door or a window, or the ghost that was speaking to him. 

Peace, the air around him still vibed. Relax, feast.

It was hard to feel spooked when the world itself was humming gently, and it was only because Danny was partly human that his nerves felt jumbled and on edge. He didn’t like not being able to see. “I’d rather not,” he said. “I have to get home.”

“All those who stop by my home have pretty eyes and a desire to be home,” the ghost whispered. “Stay with me. Have some of my candy. Please help me mix in the last ingredient, I just need two of them, and I can’t see… so pretty...”

Something sharp touched the corner of his eye and Danny flinched away, deciding he’d had enough of this. He let energy flare and along his hands and arms; the tiniest bit of light crept through the dark. “No, I’m leaving now.”

“Please-”

Danny decided he wanted to be fifty feet up and to the right of where he was now, fixated on that thought in his mind, and felt the ghost world bend and twist. Getting out of a ghost’s lair was always difficult if they didn’t want you to leave, but Danny was a freakish little ghoul. His human mind leant him the ability to think and want and dream overtop of the pressure of the ghost world, and that was a nearly god-like power here. Moving felt like trudging through thick mud, little tendrils grabbing and tugging on his arms and legs.

Oddly, he found himself walking towards the fire. Danny hesitated, but then pressed forwards. He had to trust that he was leaving. He wanted out. The fire was three steps away, then two, then one, (Am I walking straight into the ghost’s trap?) then burning hot-cold against his foot as he stepped into the fire itself-

But then he was out of the house. The black doorway stood before him, empty and yawning.

Relax, breathe, the world whispered against his soul. Treats.

Something moved in the darkness, a figure forming in the shadows. Danny - having had more than enough of this - twisted on his heel and headed up and away from the creepy house. He had to get home. He’d spent far too long on the ghost’s clutches and hours had gone by in the human world. 

Behind him, an old woman stepped into the doorway, her fingers curled around the edge of the frame, blind eyes studying the outside world. “Candy?” she asked, her voice stretched out into the ghost zone. “I just need one more ingredient, and I’ll be finished. Can someone help me find it?”

[tumbling-darkling]

Miraculous Ghosts

Danny and friends visit Paris and come across trouble, as well as the cities local superheroes.

Lately, Hawkmoth has been recycling villains. There are only so many people in Paris and not everyone gets emotionally vulnerable strongly enough or long enough to be akumatized. Those that do, and commonly like Mr. Pidgeon, usually had a certain fixation that was easy to exploit. The thing was, both Marienette and Chat Noir already knew their weakness, the items that would most likely get akumatized, the whole schtick. So the battles were really fast and easy.

A new face always had to be met with caution, the lack of knowledge regarding the person was dangerous and if the pair wasn’t careful, they could end up losing the battle. And their Miraculous.

With the start of summer came tourist season, and tourists could be victims of akumatization. Which seemed to be the case within the first week. 3 villains, all new faces, but the pair had gotten lucky with the similar powers that the heroes had faced before and the three were all defeated in a timely manner.

There was a short week of nothing happening.

And then all hell broke loose.

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Marienette knew the start of the tourist season had begun just based on the filled streets of strange faces, sunglasses, cameras, and the use of foreign languages. This also was noticed based on how busy her parents' shop had become, and how rarely she was managing to escape outside to enjoy some of summer's freedom. The good thing was she was able to brush up on some of her English, since the tourists usually spoke the common American language and the experience was always welcome to help boost her grades in the upcoming year. Even if it was a few months away.

She’d figured out the best way to sneak off during any attacks was to ‘use the bathroom’ or ‘accidently’ make a mess and excuse herself to clean up. It had worked during the first week and she didn’t have to do anything the past week since Hawkmoth seemed to take a break. She finished serving a young pair of Americans, a tall girl with orange hair, and a lanky boy nearly the same height with raven black hair.

She had to admit, some Americans had a certain charm, but the bustle of the kitchen quickly caught her attention as she was back to serving the next person in line.

Just as Chloe waltzed in, basically knocking the american boy over as she strutted to the front of the line, causing people to cast glares in her direction. The boy hissed when he fell, the American girl offering to help him up in English as he shook his head and stood up, dusting himself off as Marienette went to deal with the walking form of pure rich privilege. “Urg, Dupain-Cheng’s dingy little cafe? Of course she works here, it just smells like burnt bread.” She huffed.

Marienette bristled, but put on her customer service smile, noticing the poor Americans victim to Chloe leaving the shop. She was hoping to offer them a replacement after dealing with Chloe but it was a little late now. “Ma’am, unless you are here to pick up an order, you will have to wait in line like everyone else.” She strained.

“Ma’am? I am Chloe Dubois! I don’t need to wait in line like some sort of peasant! Just give me whatever you didn’t make.”

Marienette had to swallow down any returning insults and put down one of their most expensive items, handing it over with a clearly strained smile, “have a nice day.”

Chloe huffed with her baked goods in hand but left as soon as she appeared, allowing Marienette some relief. Very little damage. A little annoyance but nothing worthy of an akuma-.

An explosion was heard from outside, and Marienette groaned internally.

She just had to jinx it.

—————————————————————

Ladybug dove off to the side as the villain shot out a ray of white, plasma-like energy. Adrien, fighting as Chat Noir, and his partner were having a hell of a time with this dude. He spotted the chaos on the news, the villain calling himself ‘Black Hole’ and giving his poor Lady a hard time. When he finally arrived on the scene, he wasn’t able to do much either.

The villain was basically a godly powerhouse, floating in the air, shooting burning rays of heated plasma, or even ice! Ice and plasma! Sometimes he MIXED the two beams to create an even WORSE beam! Whenever either of the heroes got close enough to land a hit, their punches and kicks would go right through him. Then he would DISAPPEAR. REAPPEARING AND LANDING ANOTHER HEAVY BLOW. He would fly around like gravity was non-existent, and these abilities didn’t stop there. Every so often, he would yank out this thermos looking thing and shoot out these wormholes. Or… possibly black holes. Calling them black holes felt wrong though… since they glowed green and swirled before disappearing after a few moments.

The villain's outfit was a change of pace too. It was impossible to figure out his age since he was completely covered in a thick fabric material that reminded him of space suits. Yet looked a lot less bulky than actual space suits, thin yet sturdy metal covered his forearms, and formed a backpack that was attached by a wide metal collar that spread to his collarbone and slightly covered his shoulders, as well as a metal strap that wrapped around right under his chest. A plated, metal belt circled his waist with a clip for the green black hole thermos, and thigh high boots with a similar fabric to his suit covered most of his legs, thick plastic looking platform soles attached at the feet. Black bands wrapped around the ankles of the boots. A helmet covered his entire face, a metal frame covering the bottom half like a muzzle while the top was a tinted glass dome following the shape of his head, the inside of it entirely black except for the eerie glow of a single, left eye. The helmet had a tube on the back of the helmet that connected to his backpack, but neither he or Ladybug could figure out if it was essential or for decoration. His entire colouring was monotone, much bleaker than their previous villains. His suit was black, the boots, forearm cuffs, belt, backpack and collar were all a middle shade of grey, the only flash of colour being the glow of the single toxic green eye amongst the darkness of the helmet.

The dude was disturbing. He didn’t make any sound, in fact he seemed to ABSORB the sound around him. Like they were in space.

Paris was getting destroyed more and more by the second and the two didn’t know what to do. The Lady’s lucky charm turned into a thermos, which she didn’t have a clue how to use in the situation in front of them. Maybe it was a hint? A clue about soup? Or getting the villains thermos?

The problem with the last idea was that neither he or Ladybug could TOUCH this villain. And each of them were getting worse and worse for wear by the second. He could tell Ladybug was getting ready to get some sort of help, but who could make something untouchable… touchable? Chat even tried to use cataclysm on the villain's thermos while Ladybug had distracted him, but he twisted at the last moments and grabbed Chat's hand, draining cataclysm before he tossed him aside like it was nothing.

Another blast of plasma sent the two tumbling away from each other, and then a blast of ice caught Chat off guard. Cold shot up his arm as his muscles convulsed, a scream caught in his throat as the ice trapped his arm in such a tight and sturdy prison. He twisted to try and use his free arm to claw the other out of the ice, a shadow in the corner of his vision causing him to twist and jolt in surprise as the villain stood right in front of him. The glowing green eye was cold as it bore into him, and the villain grew closer and closer, drifting off the ground and absorbing every noise around him, the air around them dropping to freezing temperatures. Chats breath formed in front of him as gasps, panic clear in the quick breaths, fear intensifying as the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat and blood roaring through his veins.

The villain's hand shot out and grabbed his free one- the one with his miraculous.

Chat heard Ladybug cry out as the villain gripped onto the ring, a quick glance showing she too was trapped.

That she was next.

Chat tried to keep his fingers curled, but he was battered and weak, and the villain hadn’t even broken a sweat during their fight. Prying open his fingers was easy, the ring vulnerable. This was it. He used cataclysm too soon and now he was powerless. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t save anyone. He was a failure. This was the end of Paris.

They lost.

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Fucking. Vlad.

This entire trip had Danny on edge and it was all because of Vlad.

At first, he thought maybe, for once, Vlad wasn’t being a piece of shit when offering the family a fully paid trip to France for two weeks. He was suspicious. He probably just wanted the family out of town to do some shady shit. But a two week trip to France wasn’t the WORST thing a man could do. Especially in comparison to kidnapping and cloning.

But then his parents got sick. A common flu. Right before the trip. And they wanted Jazz and him to experience Paris. Then Vlad offered to be a chaperone.

It was all a play to get Danny alone for two weeks and try and manipulate him.

He did manage to get Tucker and Sam to tag along, something about friends being his family and the two unused tickets his parents left behind. But Vlad knew how to separate the group. How to corner Danny at the worst moments and whisper annoying remarks in his ear as he tried to get away.

He survived a week. He only had one more week to go. Tucker and Sam were off checking out some places for lunch while Jazz and Danny went to pick up sweets for everyone to share after their meal.

Vlad was off doing who knew what so Danny had put him to the back of his mind.

The cafe they found was… well it smelled incredible. There were so many baked goods on display and the air was filled with the warm and sweet smell of the goodies. He let Jazz do most of the talking, she wanted to practice her French and Danny had recently discovered that being dubbed the ghost king meant that now he had a natural grasp on all verbal languages, including the dead ones. This meant his speech in French was almost flawless, and his understanding was like he was listening to someone speak English. He couldn’t read other languages though, just speak them. He was told though by a few locals he had an odd accent. It wasn’t an american one, just… odd.

So Jazz ordered the treats and the pair was headed out to meet Danny’s friends.

Then some blonde girl with way too much make-up basically knocked him to the ground, not even sending him a glance that indicated she knew what she did. It was annoying, but he dealt with bullies on a daily basis back at Amity Park. Well… used to. But he knew better than to waste any thought on some jerk like her. He sadly looked at the ruined cat paw shaped cookies, the icing ruined and the cookies crushed under his weight when he fell.

Standing up with the help of Jazz, they left the shop as Danny insisted on finding somewhere to wash off the icing stuck to his shirt. He liked this shirt too… he hoped it wouldn’t stain too badly. It was better than ectoplasm at least, that stuff needed to be burned out, there was no such thing as washing out ectoplasm.

Jazz asked to help, but Danny brushed her off, telling her he could easily clean himself off by himself.

And then Vlad chose that moment to corner him.

—————————————————————

“Hello Daniel.”

Danny splashed water wildly as he spun around to glare at the older Halfa, hissing out an ‘Ancients!’ in surprise. “What the hell, Vlad?” He spat, “sneaking up on a kid in the bathroom? I should just call the police and tell them about all that stalking you like to do.”

“Aren’t you tired of this childish game?” He hummed.

“Not really, seeing as I’m a child and I love games,” Danny sneered.

“I’m older, more experienced, and stronger. I am also patient, little badger. And it’s easy to wear you down. By the end of this trip, you are going to be begging to be my-.”

“Son? Pet? Little slave that does everything you ask? Sorry, Vladdy, but I ain’t the type to listen to crazy fruit loops. How about you go enjoy the company of your French rich friends like that Agreste dude instead of stalking me and trying to get with my mom and kill my dad. Might do you some good to make more friends than just your cat.”

“Oh Daniel, you throw your petty insults but I know ways to break you even further. You know, a lot of accidents happen in Paris. Terrible things.”

Danny felt his eyes flash as he spun on his heel, “listen to me, if you even consider-!”

“Not to mention your brand new ghostly responsibilities as… the ghost king? Imagine that. A child as the king. You don’t even know everything about ghosts.”

“Neither do you!” Danny spat.

“Oh but I know so much more. And I could easily teach you-.”

“Just shut up!”

“When you mess up, when the ghost zone begins to fall apart, you will wish you took my offer, but I may not be as forgiving when that happens.”

“I said shut up!”

“And we both know the moment the ghost zone falls apart, so will this world. All because a boy became king and didn’t take help he was so graciously offered.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!”

Something inside him shifted, and Danny suddenly felt his mind cloud, a deep voice echoed his mind.

“A cruel man harassing a young teen that wants nothing to do with him. A shame when someone can’t take a hint.

Black Hole. I am Hawkmoth. I can give you the power to show this old man that he never should consider looking in your direction ever again.

All I ask is for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. Do this for me, and Vlad Masters will never be an issue for you ever again.”

Danny’s clouded mind and building rage smirked at the offer, his voice echoing as he glanced up at Vlad who was giving him a confused look. “Yes, Hawkmoth.”

Darkness engulfed him and then his memory began to fail him.

—————————————————————

A boomerang slammed into Black Hole’s head, causing it to jerk to the side and a small crack formed on the glass that was hit. The metal boomerang dropped to the ground and Black Hole slowly looked down at it as a robotic voice cried out from it, “ghost detected!” And then a recorded voice spouted out, “take that, spook!”

Black Hole’s head slightly tilted at the noise it made, a hand subconsciously rubbing the crack it left behind. Then he twisted his gaze back to Chat Noir, going back to taking the hero’s miraculous.

Then a shout came from behind Black Hole and Chat caught the eyes of a teenage girl yelling and holding a bat over her head. Black Hole twisted, his body turning that transparent look whenever Chat or Ladybug had tried to hit him before, and Chat knew that it was useless. “No! Stop! Get out of here-!” He screamed at the citizen, but stopped when the bat connected with the villain's head and sent him flying into a wall.

Chat was at a loss for words for once in his life, watching the villain slowly pry himself from the wall from being hit by a baseball bat when he and Lady couldn’t land a single hit. He looked back at the citizen and shrieked as she raised the bat above her head and swung down at him, flinching and squeezing his eyes shut. She hit something, causing it to shatter and then- his hand was free!

He opened his eyes and looked at his hand in awe and then back at the girl, “who the heck are you?”

She huffed, dropping the bat casually on her shoulder, “Sam Manson. Friend of the idiot that didn’t do his research before taking a trip here. I’m surprised this didn’t happen earlier.”

Chat blinked, “you- you know that’s your friend? And knew this would happen?”

Sam shrugged, “the booo-merang is never wrong. And yeah, my friend there is not exactly the most emotionally stable person on the planet. Sorry it took us a while to get here. You guys really do move fast.”

Chat just opened and closed his mouth a few times, then yelled as she suddenly swung the bat again and smacked the villain in the gut as he got close during their exchange, knocking him sideways but not down like the first time. Black Hole turned again, making a snarling sound before he was blasted by some sort of green ray and sent flying sideways, rolling along the pavement before smashing into a car. Another teen jogged over with Ladybug behind him, dropping his hands to his knees as he wheezed, “I have ran… way too much for this to be considered a vacation.”

“M’Lady-, what is going on?” Chat asked.

“This is Tucker, and his friend Sam, and they know how to help,” Ladybug quickly explained, glancing back at Black Hole. “We need to draw his attention and get that thermos off of him, then Sam and Tucker can use this,” she held up the thermos from her lucky charm, “and we can get his akuma.”

“Akuma is in the thermos, knock it off,” Chat summarized. He heard his miraculous beeping, a sign he was close to his limit.

“Let’s end this fast.”

—————————————————————

Ladybug held the booo-merang in one hand as the two teens and Chat drew Black Hole’s attention, the teens equipped with weapons that seemed to get past some of Black Holes abilities.

She narrowed her gaze, waiting for the perfect moment, then threw the weapon, watching it arch in the air then knock the thermos off of the villain's waist. The thermos clattered to the ground and drew his attention, he quickly twisted and dove to try and retrieve it, which was when a bright beam erupted from the polka dot thermos Ladybug had given the teens. The beam caught the villain's legs and he was tugged back, his form pulling towards it like taffy as he twisted and a horrid scream of anger burst from him. He tried to escape it, flailing and reaching for anything to hang on to, but in a matter of seconds he was pulled into the canister and Sam slammed the lid shut. The screaming stopped and Ladybug made her way over to Black Hole’s thermos, stomping on it and crushing it, releasing the Akuma hidden inside. With a flick of her wrist her lucky charm turned back into its original form, dumping Black Hole onto the street, then the butterfly was caught and purified, and another click of her miraculous, she let the little bug flutter away harmlessly. With a shout, ‘Miraculous Ladybug!’, everything around them was engulfed in black and red as the damages were undone around them.

At last, the villain's form was released of Hawkmoth's influence and it left a lanky teen laying on the street. He slowly sat up with a groan and a hand to his head and she then realized it was the same teen as from the shop. So once again, this was Chloe’s fault. She turned her attention to the two teens that helped her, noticing Chat let out a hasty farewell and thanks and disappeared around a corner. “Thank you, both of you. Without your help… well, without your help we may have lost that battle. But how in the world did you do that?”

“What the fuck just happened?” The teen groaned, “I feel like the booo-merang smacked me in the head like… fifty times.”

“That’s because I may have smacked you a few times with the fenton creep stick,” Sam shrugged as she helped her friend up who gave her wide eyes in return.

“You fucking what?”

Tucker took a step forward to answer Ladybug’s question, “let's just say back in our town, we have very specific supervillains that have abilities that make it hard for regular attacks to land. So we have specialized gear. Sam and I did a bit of research before heading here and figured if any of us got Akumatized, we may reflect some of those traits.”

“I… see…” Ladybug hummed, “and where did you say you were all from?” The three cast a few glances between each other, but before any of them could answer, her miraculous beeped angrily as she quickly realized she was out of time. “Thank you again for your help, if we could meet again to exchange some of that tech to make sure this never happens again-,” she quickly tried to set up a meet up before Sam held up a hand.

“This won’t happen again. A lot of what happened here is very unique to Amity, so once we finish our vacation, you won’t see this kind of thing ever again.”

Ladybug only had more questions but the angry beeping only forced her to nod and bid a quick farewell before getting out of sight to let Tiki take a rest. Marienette held out a few macaroons for Tiki as her thoughts swirled in her head. The questions about the odd American trio and how they knew how to deal with a villain as unique as Black Hole.

She may be able to corner them later. They did say they had to ‘finish their vacation.’

And in the meantime, it was time to do some research on this place called ‘Amity’.

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Danny didn’t remember a lot of what happened while he was the villain, Black Hole. It was like a dream, he kinda remembered the feeling, vague details, but nothing specific.

What he wished he remembered was whatever he did to Vlad. He must have done something because his memories cut out right after Vlad harassed him in the bathroom and after the event, the froot loop avoided him during the entire trip. Even refused to make eye contact!

What he would give just for a few seconds of that memory! Or for someone to have recorded it!

For now though he got to reap the rewards, flashing his eyes green when Vlad would glance over and causing the man to flinch. Oh man, he was going to abuse this newfound intimidation ability till the bitter end.

[urmindisastreamofcolors]

Greta Van Fleet One Shots: How You Meet

T/W: Mentions of a car wreck

Josh: 

It was an unexpected turn of events, but Josh liked to refer to it as universal intervention. Every morning you walked ten minutes down the street to your favorite coffee shop to get something heavily caffeinated before holing yourself up in your art studio for the rest of the day. This morning activity had gone past routine a long time ago and had quickly become ritual. You had found out that walk was a great way for you to start your day for sculpting with clay. 

One rainy fall morning right before Halloween, you were surprised to see four young guys milling around the coffee shop seeming to enjoy the atmosphere while they discussed various pieces of art from local artists lining the walls. A few of the pieces of photography were yours from when you visited the Grand Canyon a couple summers ago, but since then, your attention had been focused on pottery. 

After a steaming latte was firmly secured in your hand and a hefty tip left for the baristas, you began to make your way back to the door as you planned out your day mentally. Before you could grab the door handle, one of the shorter guys from the group with curly hair quickly held the door for you with a breathtaking smile. You hadn’t been into photography in years, but you would’ve died on the spot to have captured that grin on camera. 

You offered your thanks quickly as you your face was suddenly on fire. He had to of known you were staring, but what you didn’t know was the he had been staring since you entered the coffee shop. 

“Hey! Wait! What’s your name,” the young man called after you as you stepped outside onto the sidewalk. The morning light made him squint his deep brown eyes as he stared at you, waiting on an answer. 

“I’m y/n,” you answered shyly as you pushed a stray piece of hair out of your face and nearly slapped yourself when you realized you totally forgot to ask his. Before you could open your mouth, he had already beat you the punch and leaned back against the building with his arms crossed and a confident grin on his face. 

“So, y/n....do you come here often?”  

Danny:

The music was so loud that you were sure your head would burst. You could feel the beat of the music in your the center of your chest as you sipped on your drink. Your friend, y/f/n, was friends with a drummer for a pretty famous band and they extended an invitation to their house party to kick off their new album release. While you though Greta Van Fleet was a weird name for a rock n’ roll band, you did like their music.

Bob Seger blared through the house as you continued the search for your friend. The body heat from the crowd was coming off in waves and making you feel dizzy. You were just ready to leave, but you couldn’t leave your friend behind. A tap on your shoulder had you turning quickly coming face to face with a tall guy with long black hair who offered you a friendly smile.

“Hey! I’m Danny. I’m friend’s with y/f/n too! She’s been looking all over for you,” he yelled over the music as he pointed in the direction of your friend who was jumping up and down trying to get your attention. You and Danny laughed as some random guy with long hair and a pink shirt started doing the same thing to make fun of her. 

“That’s Sam. He’s my best friend. It’s getting to be a bit much in here, so we’re all going to step out for a few minutes if you would like to join. Unfortunately, I don’t know everyone here tonight and I don’t want to leave you by yourself,” Danny yelled over the music with a kind look on his face. 

“Yeah! That would be great! I was actually getting a bit overwhelmed, so I’m glad you’re here dude,” you shouted back as you placed your hand in the crook of his offered elbow. As you two made your way to the edge of the room where your friends were waiting, people stumbled over each other to get your way and were yelling and patting Danny on the back. A sudden realization ran through body as you felt your eyes widen at the idea that this was the Danny from Greta Van Fleet.

Sam: 

You and Ronnie had been best friends for as long as you two could remember which meant her brothers annoyed you as much as they did her. Throughout your high school years, you honestly didn’t have a crush on any of them but found their friendship to be as irreplaceable as Ronnie’s. 

Once they made their big debut, you didn’t see them often and you and Ronnie both attended different colleges. In fact, you had a once in a lifetime opportunity to study abroad and couldn’t pass it up.The miles between you and Ronnie didn’t matter and you talked every single day and normally face-timed too. Any updates on the boys came from her or Karen. You did miss hanging out in the garage on the weekends and playing pranks, but as the days turned into years, you didn’t think much more of it. 

Finally, you were able to go home for a much needed visit after your year abroad and apparently, Ronnie and the boys would be home at the same time too. Quickly, you all made plans to hang out at the first possible moment and you were jittery with excitement on your flight back to US. 

After taking a couple days to catch up on some much needed rest, you were finally able to go hang out at the Kiszka house. When you got there, you didn’t even knock on the door and waltzed straight into the living room like you had always done. Ronnie and the boys were sprawled all over the furniture with the exception of Danny who always preferred the floor. Hearing your entrance, Ronnie let out a scream as she lept over the back of the couch and literally sent you sprawling to the ground with her on top of you. 

“Okay-Ronnie-Ronnie! Let go of my neck! I can’t breathe,” you croaked out as the only Kiszka girl finally loosened her death grip and helped you up. All the boys got up next to give you a quick hug, but you noticed one missing. 

“Where’s Sammy,” you asked as your heard his feet hitting the steps on his way down. With a huge grin, he made his way over to get a hug, but you felt yourself swallow quickly as you willed yourself not to blush. Little Sammy had apparently grown up on tour and Sam was the one approaching you with his arms outstretched. Giving you a tight squeeze, you could smell his shampoo from his long hair and willed your heart to slow down. 

You had never had a crush on any of Ronnie’s brothers, but that had quickly changed in less than a minute. 

Jake:

The radio was still playing as you hung upside down in your car. Your seat belt was the only thing holding you in place. You could taste the blood in your mouth and salty tears and blood ran into your hairline. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you scanned your surroundings and tried to remember how you ended up in the current situation, but nothing immediately came to mind which made you cry harder. You were sobbing when you could hear voices drifting through the shattered windshield. 

Despite the pain in your ribs and the tightness of the seat belt, you let out a blood curdling screech that ended in hiccups and sobs. A few moments later, you heard hurried footsteps and gravel crunching..

“Josh! Call 911!”

“Damn! How are we going to get her out? Should we move her?”

“I don’t know! Did anyone get that license plate? She was ran off the road!”

The voices blurred together and your eyes felt heavy. They began to flutter shut when a guy with long hair and a worried expression stuck his head in your car from the busted passenger side window. 

“Hey! Stay awake! I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake. What’s your name,” he asked gently as he wiggled into the car and grabbed on of your hands. The calluses were a drastic difference to your soft palms and he absentmindedly ran his thumb over the back of your hand. 

“Y/n. It’s y/n,” you stuttered out. 

“It’s nice to meet you. Help’s on the way, okay? I’m Jacob, but I go by Jake. I wish we had met in better circumstances, but you have super pretty eyes,” he said with a soft smile. 

“I’m scared, Jake,” you said as a new flood of tears ran into your hairline. 

“I know. I’m going to stay right here. You’re not alone. I promise,” Jake said with sincerity as he continued to comfort you. 

On the verge of bleeding out, you honestly were wondering if he wasn’t your guardian angel. 

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Find Her

Characters: Steve X Reader, Danny, Kono, Chin, Lou, Grace, Wo Fat

Word Count: 5409

Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death? Torture (mildish), Fluff ending

A/N: Request from @coffeewithoutcaffine. I hope you like it.

I loved getting requests if you have one, send it in.

“Can I request Steve X Reader, where she’s on the team and gets kidnapped by Wo Fat and tortured and its pure angst with a happy ending?”

A/N#2: Feedback is always appreciated. Good or Bad. Also I would like to say I’m sorry for part of this. I may have hurt my own heart.

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“Y/n are you ready to go?” Steve asked as he came into your bedroom.

“Go ahead without me. I have a few things I need to get done before I head into the office.” You looked you from tying your boots. “Should only take an hour max.”

“You sure? I can help.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go before you’re late.”

“Ok.” Before leaving he came into the room, gave you a quick kiss and left for work.

You started locking everything up to leave when you get this uneasy feeling in your stomach. You pull your gun out of its holster an keep it at your side as you continue to lock up. Nobody was in the house, but the feeling was still there. After holstering you weapon, you lock the front door and make your way to your truck. Being sure to hold your self-defense rod in-between your fingers.

You walked down the sidewalk to the driveway, and around you truck to the driver side. You went to open the door when you heard footsteps rushing up behind you. You immediately swing your hand behind you. It collided with a person’s side. You whipped around to see a man holding his side. You started fighting, kicking and punching but he was able to block almost every single one of them. He pulled out what looked like a police baton and started swinging. You were able to grab the baton, but he quickly pushed you back against your truck to hold you in place.

“Not so tough now Y/n.” he got cocky as you tried to push him off.

“You sure about that?” leaving a confused look in his face. You used as much force as you could and kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground, grabbing himself.

You leaned over him. “Dumb-Ass.”

You went to cuff him but before you could you felt a sting on the side of your neck.

“Ouch!” You grabbed where the pain was and looked to the side only to see Wo Fat with a syringe in his hand. Then everything went dark.

- At 5-O HQ hours later-

“This is Y/n, leave a message and I will get back to you soon.” Steve was calling you again to see where you were.

“Has anyone heard from Y/n yet?” Steve started asking the team when you hadn’t showed up.

“No” Kono and Chin said simultaneously.

“I haven’t either,” Danny said. “Did she say when she would be in?”

“She told me that she had a few things to do before work, but it wouldn’t take more than an hour.”

“Maybe they are just taking longer than she thought.”

“I’m sure that’s it. Y/n gets sidetracked sometimes.” Chin said trying to explain why you’re not here.

“Well yeah, but I have called her a few times already and she’s not picking up.”

“Here let’s try this. She has one of those squares to locate her keys, right?” Kono questioned Steve.

“Yeah, I bought a few after she kept losing her keys. I have one on mine too.”

“Let me see yours.” Steve handed over his keys. Kono placed them on the table and started typing to see if she could track down Y/n’s squares.

“Here we go.” She slid the table screen to the big screen. “There’s your keys here at HQ and there are 2 here, which is…  At your house? Y/n’s at home?”

“Why wouldn’t she answer your calls if she was home this whole time?” Chin asked.

“Alright, Danny and I will swing by there and see what’s going on.”

Steve pulled up, out front of his house. Your truck was still in the driveway. Steve went to the front door, while Danny went over to your truck. Steve was about to unlock the door when Danny called out to him.

“Steve, we have a problem.” Danny called out, causing Steve to look over at him. He was holding up your keys and phone.

Seeing him holding your keys and phone caused him to get a sinking feeling in his stomach.

-Abandoned Warehouse-

You were finally waking up. You were still groggy from whatever Wo Fat injected you with. You tried to move your arms and legs but quickly realized that you were tied to a chair. You looked up to see WoFat’s leaning up against a table.

“Look who finally decided to join me.”

“What do you want?” already annoyed with this.

“What? No hello. Straight to business.” He got up and started moving towards you. “Alright, I want to know where Shelburne is.” Coming to a stop right in front of you.

“Who?” You have no idea who that was.

“Shelburne.”

“I have no clue who you are talking about. Who the hell is Shelburne?”

“The person who killed my father! Don’t act dumb, where are they?!?” He was getting mad, he leaned down grabbing your wrists and part of the chair.

“I DON’T KNOW!”

WoFat’s obviously didn’t believe you. Next thing you know, you’re being slapped across the face.

“I know Steve knows. He would have told you about them. So where are they.” He was starring you down. “It only gets worse from here on out Y/n.”

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!”

“Fine. We will do this a different way.” He pulled your gun off the table. He pointed it dead center of your forehead. When you didn’t flinch, he moved it off to the side and shot off a round. Again, you didn’t flinch. You just looked more annoyed than before.

“You realize I have to write a report on every bullet fired from my service weapon.”

“I just pointed a gun at your head, and you’re worried about paperwork? You do realize I can just shoot you.”

“I’m not afraid to die. I know what I was getting myself into when I became a cop. Hey if you shoot me, I don’t have to do any paperwork. Just so you know if you do shoot me. 5-0 will be on your ass like white on rice.” At this point you were leaning forward to get as close to his face as you possible could.

“wow, you are a special kind of stupid. Aren’t you?” He raised your gun just enough to shoot you in the leg.

“UGH! Son of a Bitch!”

-McGarrett Residence-

Steve had called the team. They showed up a few minutes later.

“The house is secure, but I found boot prints on the side of the house.” Chin came up to the rest of the group.

“I found a couple of cigarettes over by those trees and bushes.” Kono held up an evidence bag before handing it off to one of the techs for DNA testing.

“Have you checked your security cameras yet?” Danny said as he pointed to the camera above the garage. It looked like it had been shot.

“Kono do you have a laptop?”

“Yea.” She went towards her car, everyone followed close behind.

Steve pulled up his security system up on the laptop. He went back to the time that he left. He looked at the back cameras first. He saw a man looking in the back windows but couldn’t see his face. Then he went to the front cameras. You were coming out of the house and going to your truck. when a man lunged at you, and you fought back. Then a second man came out and stabbed you in the neck. He began yelling at the first man. He got up off the ground and called someone. A car pulled up seconds later. The first man proceeded to pick you up and put you in the trunk of the car. This is when the second man turned to the camera, wave and shoot.

“Wait, is that…” Danny started to talk but Steve cut him off.

“Wo Fat.” Steve looked frustrated and had to walk away. He ran his hands down his face to try and compose himself. Danny was instantly by his side.

“Hey, we are going to find her.”

“Kono is there any way to we can see who the other guy is?” Lou asked to get thing moving along. Kono was instantly on the computer looking for a good image. When she found one, she put it through facial rec.

“Got him. This is Kehlani Koa. He has a wrap-sheet a mile long. Burglary, assault with a deadly weapon, car jackings to name a few.”

“Are you able to get a plate on that car?”

“No, the car wasn’t turned enough for that.”

Steve came back over, “you got an address for this guy?”

“Yea, already sent to your phones.”

“I want this guy alive.” He looked around at the team. He had anger and frustration in his eyes. “Danny let’s go.”

-Warehouse-

“You Son of a Bitch!” Now you were pissed off. “What’s wrong with you!? Were you not held enough as a child? What could have caused you to be so psychotic!?”

“If you would stop with the sarcastic comments and tell me what I want to know…” you cut him off.

“Well since you apparently are hard of hearing let me say it again.” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know who the fuck Shelburne is, You Dumbass! I can’t give you information that I don’t know jack shit about! Then again I wouldn’t give it to you if I did know.” You whispered that last part so he couldn’t hear you.

He pulled out a knife and he stabbed you in the thigh. Lucky for you he missed the femoral artery. You tried so har not to scream and give him the satisfaction. Then WoFat’s phone went off, he pulled it out of his pocket and left the room.

“Holy Shit that hurts!”

You start to move your arms to see if there was any wiggle room with the ropes. There was little, but it was just enough. You know you must get out of here. You slowly start to move your arms around to get the rope over your hand. Eventually getting them free. Then you quickly untied the other hand, before moving to your leg that didn’t have a knife sticking out of it. you worked as fast as you could while being careful to get the second leg free. You know that if you pull out the knife, you will bleed out eventually and risking it would be dangerous.

You slowly got up, trying not to touch the knife and not to jostle the leg with a the gsw. You couldn’t put a lot of weight on either leg. You ended up sitting back down. You ripped strips off your overshirt and tied them around the bullet hole as tight as you could. You start thinking again. You ripped off a few more strips of your shirt. You put them under your leg with the knife, making sure they make an x in the back.

“This is so stupid.” You said to yourself ad you reach for the knife. You pull it out while trying not to make a sound. Then you tie the strips over the knife opening. You have lost quite a bit of blood, but your adrenaline was still going. Not knowing how much longer it was going to be around you knew you must move. You get up again. Knife in hand and slowly start making your way to a different door than the one Wo Fat went out of.

-Koa Residence-

Unfortunately, when Steve and Danny got to the house Kehlani was already dead. They started searching the house. When Danny got to one of the back rooms, he found photos of Steve and Y/n all over the walls. There were maps with different locations that corresponded with some of the photos.

“Hey Steve! I found something!”

Steve came into the room and paused when he saw all the things on the walls. The others were right behind him as he walked into the room.

“He was following you guys.” Danny said as he was looking over all the information on the wall in front of him.

“No. He was following Y/n. Come look at this.” Chin said from a different wall. “This is all her. Driving, shopping, surfing and her just hanging out on the beach.”

“This is so creepy.” Kono said as she walked to a new area. She found papers on imports and exports, various warehouses and random places around the island.

“So what? Wo Fat hires this guy to watch Y/n, kidnap her then what? He ends up dead here. What’s the endgame here?” He turns to everyone to see if anyone has anything that makes any sense. “Why would he want Y/n?”

Everyone just kept going through all the papers in the room. There was so much of it that it was hard to make sense of any of it. Lou went to the closet. When he opened it, he found a large map on the back wall. It had a bunch of “Xs” in different areas. There were also a few circles with addresses as well.

“I got something.” He pulled the map off the wall. He brought it out and places it on the desk in the middle of the room.

“Does anyone know what these are circling?” Everyone started looking closely at the map to try and figure out what they were.

“This one is HQ.” Chin pointed to one of the circles.

“That’s my house.” Steve pointed to another.

Kono was on her phone typing away at the other addresses.

“This one is Y/n’s old apartment complex. This one is a bank, and that one is Kamakonas’.”

“These are probably all the places that she was at the most. This is how he followed her around the island.” Steve was starting to get even more and more uncomfortable the longer they were in the room.

“What about the group of X’s over here?”

“They look like a bunch of old abandoned warehouses.”

“About how many are there?”

“Maybe 10 to 15.”

“That’s too many to search. Call Catherine and see if she can get a drone or satellite footage in the area. I want to know if anything is going on down there now.” Chin went off to the side and called Catherine.

Steve looked over to the window to see a man standing in the backyard. He was on the phone. Once he saw Steve, he took off running. Steve ran over to the window, pulling it open to jump out to run after him. Danny followed close behind.

The man ran through yards and alleyways. Steve was able to catch him when he tried to climb a 6ft fence. Steve grabbed him and slammed him to the ground. Then pulled out his gun and pointing it at him.

“Where is she?!” Steve wasn’t wasting any time.

The man stayed quiet and just stared at Steve.

Steve pulled this guy up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “I don’t make me ask again! Where is Y/n!?” He cocked his gun, that’s when Danny stepped in.

“Steve, you shoot him. We won’t find her. We need him to tell us where she is.” He turned his attention to the suspect. “If you don’t tell him where she is, he’s going to make you regret is. He’s a lunatic and will do what ever it takes to get her back. Now, where is she?”

-Warehouse-

You made it out of the warehouse without being seen. You needed to find out where you were. You start looking around to see if you can recognize anything. All you see is the shoreline, warehouses, shipping containers and the jungle.

Trying to swim is probably the worst idea. Bleeding in the ocean, with sharks is a no go. They would get you before you could get anywhere. Heading towards the warehouses and shipping containers seems like the most logical way to go. Try and find a vehicle, but there are way too many nooks and crannies for people to be hiding. Also, it would be too much noise if you did find a vehicle.

So, at this point your best bet would be the jungle. You could go until you don’t see the buildings anymore. Become Katniss Everdeen and climb a tree to hide out on.

Before you had the chance to really make up you mind, you heard yelling and banging coming from the building behind you. As quickly as you could you start running towards the jungle. You got about 30ft in front of the tree line before you heard a gun going off.

You ducked down and looked back to see Wo Fat coming towards you. You get up and continue running.  He kept shooting at you. After a little bit he had stopped shooting. You stopped running. You decided now you needed to get off the ground, you made sure to look to see if Wo Fat was around. When the coast was clear you found a tree and started climbing. It hurt like a bitch to climb but you had to do it.

You were able to get up into the tree, you made sure that your legs laid along one of the tree branches. Now you had to stay quiet and not move. Which was more difficult that you have anticipated, but you made it work.

After a while, you saw the sun was starting to go down. The adrenaline that you once had was long gone. The pain had come back with a vengeance. Now you were starting to get tired. You had to fight to keep your eyes open. You just needed to wait a little longer. At this point you knew Steve and the rest of the team were looking for you. You just had to hold out until thy got here.

Just as your eyes were closing again. You heard voices and gun shots, coming from behind you, back towards the building.

“This is it.” you said to yourself. You gripped the knife a little tighter. It was your lifeline.

-The Team-

Steve’s phone started going off, Kono’s name popped up on the screen. He quickly answered it.

“Go ahead.”

“Catherine said there are men in the area. There was a gunshot that went off a few minutes ago. Chin is still on the phone with her… What?”

Kono started talking to Chin. She must have pulled her phone away from her ear because Steve couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“Kono what’s going on? Kono!”

“Steve It’s Y/n. Catherine found her. We need to go now.”

“We are coming back now. Kono I need you to take this guy back to the palace. Put him in a cell and meet us there. Send everyone else to the warehouses.”

Steve and Danny got the man back to the house and into Kono’s car, she left quickly. Everyone else was already on their way to the warehouses. Steve and Danny got into Danny’s car and took off. Steve was driving way too fast.

“Steve, I understand that you want to get to Y/n but you can’t do that if you’re dead.”

“We aren’t going to die Danny.”

“Driving like this we might. I want to be able to go home to my daughter. So Slow Down!”

Steve slowed down just enough to please Danny but still fast enough to feel like he would get to you in time.

After arriving at the warehouses, everyone split up, to search all the rooms. Once one building was done they moved on to the next. Steve and Danny showed up when they were down to 5 buildings left. They jumped in and started searching with the rest of the crew.

When they got to the last building there was guards around it and on the 1st floor. One by one they were taken down. Each one of the guys took a room. They were all coming up clear until Chin yelled for Steve.

Steve entered the room Chin was in and saw a table with your empty holster, a knife and your wallet. Then he saw the chair that had rope on the ground next to it in a puddle of blood. He could only assume it was yours. There were shoe prints on the ground leading out one of the doors.

“Chin.” He pointed to the door, before they went to the door. Steve opened the door. He followed the trial of blood until it stopped. Danny and Lou had joined them at this point.

“Which way would she have gone?” Danny asked as they were looking around.

“I don’t know. Its obviously not back towards the buildings. We would have found her during the search.” Lou stated.

“She wouldn’t have tried to swim either. If she’s injured would be the worst thing to do.” Chin added.

“The jungle it is then.” Steve pointed and started walking that way.

The men started heading to the jungle. When they were about 15ft from the tree line, Steve spotted Wo Fat. Wo Fat started shooting and running. The guys quickly ran to the trees to get cover.

Steve ran after Wo Fat. He was able to sneak up on him. they started fighting. Steve was able to get the gun away from him. Steve was also able to pin him to the ground and cuff him. Then he flipped him over. Danny was there, he had his gun pointed at him. Steve stood up and pulled his gun out as well.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know.” Wo Fat had no emotion on his face or in his voice.

“Where is Y/n!?” Steve was back down on his knees, with one had on Wo Fat’s shirt. Holding him slightly up off the ground.

“I don’t know, but I can’t imagine that she has much longer.” Now he had a sadistic smile on his face.

“Duke!” Steve yelled. Duke came over pretty quick. “Take Wo Fat, put him in one of the squad cars and watch him.” Steve turned back to Wo Fat. “She better be alive when I find her, or your dead.”

“Guys we don’t have much time. We don’t know how bad her injuries are. Everyone spread out. Find her.

---

You started hearing the voices get louder. Then you started seeing the lights of multiple flashlights.

“Damn it, Damn it.”

Then a man was walking past your hiding tree. You moved slightly trying to see who it was. When you did, the knife fell off your lap. It landed right next to him.

“Shit.” You said quietly to yourself.

The man quickly looked up, his gun and flashlight aimed at you.

“Y/n?”

“Chin! Thank God, sorry about the knife.” A sense of relief washed over you. you were finally able to relax.

Chin got on his coms, “I found her. She’s up in a tree.”

“And I will need help getting down.”

“And she’s going to need help getting down.” Chin let out a small chuckle.

The fire department had to bring in special equipment in to get you down. They couldn’t get their truck that far in. The paramedics were on the ground, ready to start working on you the second they got you down.

When you were on the stretcher, you had fallen asleep. The paramedics started working on you as fast as they could. They had to hurry and get iv’s set up to get blood and fluids back into you. they were also rushing to get you back to the truck, going quickly trying not to jostle you around too much.

Steve was by your side the entire time. When you guys were in the ambulance, he was holding your hand. He was also trying not to get in the paramedic’s way. On they way to the hospital your heart started slowing down, and eventually you had flatlined. The paramedic started CPR. Steve was still holding you hand but he had started talking to you.

“Y/n, I love you. Sweetheart please don’t leave me. You are so stubborn and strong, and you always fight back. Please fight. Please… Please…”

He was trying to keep his voice steady, but he was crying too much. His voice was shaky, and his breathing was off. He just kept saying “Please” to you. just before getting out of the ambulance he kissed your hand. When it was time to get out, the paramedic had to climb on the stretcher with you to keep doing compressions. Then you were wheeled into the hospital, Steve stayed with you as long as he could before a nurse stopped him and he had to let go of your hand.

The rest of the team came into the hospital shortly after. Steve immediately came over to them. Danny was the first one in. He brought Steve into a hug, and just held onto him.

“It going to be ok. She’s going to be okay.” Danny tried to calm him down.

“She flatlined Danny. She’s not okay.” He started crying harder.

Everyone was on the verge of tears at this point. Danny let Steve go and got him to sit down. All they could do now is wait.

-Hours Later-

The tears had stopped. Everyone was getting anxious. Steve and Danny had been taking turns going up to the nurses’ desk to ask what was happening or what was taking so long. They had gone up about 10 times in the last hour alone. They got the same answers every time. They didn’t know or you need to wait for the doctor.

Just as Danny was about to go try again, a doctor came out.

“Y/n Y/l/n’s Family?” Steve shot up and out of his seat and was in front of the doctor in a matter of seconds.

“Is she okay? Please tell me she’s okay.” Steve looked like he was on the verge of tears again. Everyone was standing around him waiting to hear what the doctor had to say.

“Yes. She’s going to be okay. We were able to get her heart going again. She’s out of surgery. The surgery went as well as can be, but…” Steve’s heart just about dropped when the doctor said “but”.

“But she may not have 100% function in her legs. Her injuries were extensive, and with her moving walking or running for as long as she did, caused more damage. I have explained all of this to her already. Now she’s resting.”

“Can we see her?” Danny spoke up, Steve was in a state of shock and he wasn’t saying anything.

“Of course, but only for a little while. She needs to rest.”

The doctor walked over to one of the nurses and asked her to take them back to see you. She knocked as she opened the door. “Y/n? You have a few visitors if you’re up for it.”

“okay.” Your voice was a little horse from the surgery.

Steve was the first one through the door and he was by your side. He leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. Then just left his forehead resting on yours. You reached your hand up and put it on the back of his neck, just holding him there. After a few moments just being like this, someone cleared their throat causing you to let go of Steve.

“How are you feeling?” Danny was the first to speak.

“Like I just got hit by a tank. ya’know the usual.” You gave all of them a small smile.

You guys talked for a few hours. You were simply happy to be back with them. You were a little worried about Steve though. He wasn’t talking very much he was just staring at you. You are about to start yawning but you try to hold it in. Kono noticed what you were doing so she decided it was time for them to go.

“Guys I think we should let her rest. She looks like she’s about to pass out.” Kono gave you a small smile before pushing all the boys except Steve out the door.

After they were gone, Steve pulled his chair closer to your bed. He grabbed ahold of your hand. You could tell that he was trying to hold back his emotions.

“Steve.”

“You died.” He was quiet. He wasn’t looking at you, he was staring at your hand. “You left me y/n. you can’t do that to me again. I won’t be able to handle that.” You saw tears starting to come down his cheek. You let go of his hand and he lifted his head up to look at you. when you saw his face, it just broke your heart. You quickly moved over and pulled him onto the bed to lay down next to you. after he laid down, he put his head on your chest. You pulled him as close as you possibly could. You didn’t even care about the small amount of pain going through your legs. He needed you. he may be a big, strong guy but even tough guys have bad days. This was his worst nightmare.

“Never again. I won’t leave you.” You kissed his forehead and started running your fingers through his hair. “I promise.”

You both fell asleep like this.

-A month later-

You had been working really hard to learn to walk again. You did physical therapy four times a week. That’s all the doctors would allow. You were able to walk for the most part but sometimes you needed assistance. The doctors were comfortable with sending you home early because of all of your progress.

You were already to go you were just waiting for Steve. He walked in with one of the nurses, pushing a wheelchair. You didn’t want to sit down but it was hospital policy.

After a quick ride home, you got out of Steve’s truck faster than you normally would have. You had gotten to the door before Steve was even able to get around his truck.

“Wait for me Y/n.” he jogged up to you. “Ya’know just because you can walk again doesn’t mean you have to practically run ahead of me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just glad to be home, sleep in my own bed, have normal food and not having someone checking on me every two seconds.” You turned to him.

“well at least let me open the door for you.” He smiled at you, then moved in front to open the door.

You walked in and it was unusually dark. You walked to the light switches and flipped them on.

“SURPRISE!!” All of your friends were there.

“oh my gosh!”

“Welcome home!”

There were balloons, streamers and a giant “welcome home” sign. Everyone was blowing party whistles. Then Grace and Danny popped giant confetti cannons. They were all laughing and cheering. You realized Steve hadn’t walked in with you. You turned around and through all the confetti you see Steve down on one knee. Your eyes went wide, and your hands went up to your face.

“oh shit.”

“language y/n.” Danny said holding grace’s ears.

“Sorry.” You turned around briefly to apologize before looking back at Steve.

“Y/n, you have made me the luckiest man alive. As soon as you walked into my life, I understood why it didn’t work with anyone else. I could watch you for a single minute and find a thousand things that I love about you. I’m crazy in love with you. I want to be your protector and your provider, and I love you beyond all measure. I can guarantee if I don’t ask you to be mine, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart, you’re the only one for me. Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

Steve stood up, you grabbed his face and kissed him. when you pulled away Steve slipped a ring on your finger. Everyone had started cheering again. They started coming over to you and Steve, to congratulate you. everyone was so happy.

After everyone left, you went up to Steve and wrapped your arms around him.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mr. McGarrett.”

“I can’t wait either.” He kissed you again. “I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too Steve.”