#Danny is gonna be so confused when he wakes up

[azulhood]

Danny was tired, like 'I feel it in my bones and soul' tired. And he didn't want sleep at home because there's only so many nights, he could spend lying awake making sure his heart was beating in case his parents checked on him.

Currently he was flying aimlessly not really taking in his surroundings, but he could neither sleep while flying or fly forever. Normally he'd sleep over at Sam or Tucker's, but the Mansons had made it clear that he wasn't welcome at their house anymore and Tucker was grounded. Both would sneak him in if he asked, but he didn't want them to get in trouble for him. Which leads him to decide between his two choices, sleeping in a graveyard, or sleeping in a forest.

The graveyard was a little crowded with all the ghosts that called it home but he could probably find a quiet spot to sleep. The forest had a great view of the stars but was filled with traps from both his parents and the GIW after tracking his ecto-signature. Both options weren't appealing, but he wasn't about to chance sleeping on the roof of his house again. There were too many ghost detecting guns attached to it now. Danny sighed, graveyard it was, at least the ecto from all the shades/ghosts would hide him well enough. Decision made, now all he had to do was make his way over there. But first, where the heck was he? Danny looked around at the unfamiliar grey sky and gargoyles littered around and realized he had no clue where he was. He must have flown too far away from Amity without noticing...Again. It was really becoming a bad habit. Danny stared down at the city's inhabitants that were going home or heading to nightshifts or whatever and dreaded the long flight back to his town. And maybe it was ghost instinct, or maybe it was just his exhaustion. But his brain suggested 'What if I just possess someone?' And to him that seemed like a perfectly logical train of thought. He wouldn't control their body or anything, just sleep in their skin...That did not make it sound better at all. Before he could think twice, someone left a general store, arms filled with stuff and somehow projecting an aura of safety. The two thoughts of 'They look comfy' and 'screw it' clashed together in his head as he made the very stupid decision of performing a swan drive right into the someone. "WHAT THE-" "Don't worry, I'll be gone by morning I just need to sleep" Danny cut off the persons freakout-he should really get their name at some point- he would have explained more but the sleep gods had already done their job. This left one very confused, scared, and freaked out Batkid.

[redflagshipwriter]

Check Yes (to go on a date with a dead guy) chapter 5 progress

“Hey!” Duke hollered, as soon as Jason put the key in his door. “Welcome back, loser!”

Danny huffed out a laugh. 

“Hey yourself,” Jason called out, holding the door open and making sure Danny got in before he closed it behind them. “Scruffy little brother, this is Danny. Danny, this is Duke.” 

“Wait, what?” Duke skidded into the room on socked feet, eyes wide and mouth grinning in confused delight. “I didn't know you had any friends!” 

“Oh, we're not friends,” Danny reassured him easily, missing Jason's scowl. “Just dating. So there's still no proof that he has friends.” He winked obnoxiously. 

Jason could see the moment Duke shut down and rebooted twice as excited. 

Christ. He quietly cursed to himself and ducked his head to hide the burning in his cheeks as Danny bounced over to hold his hand out. He was never beating the allegations of favoritism after this, Jason sighed. 

Danny was a little sun spot when he chirped, “Nice to meet you, I hear you're the generous distributor of games?”

“Yeah, that request makes sooo much more sense now.” Duke met Danny's hand with a friendly slap and then went in for a hug. Jason cringed at the familiarity- but apparently it was the right move. Danny went for it, backslapping Duke amiably. They separated. Danny thoughtfully held Duke at a distance, hands on his shoulders. 

“I see. So, you're my true opponent?” At Duke's nod, Danny smiled with a few too many teeth. He leaned in to hold intense eye contact. “Gonna kick your ass,” Danny vowed. 

“You can try, old man,” Duke shot back. They separated with grins. “I’ll set up. Jason, your taste is so much better than I thought it would be.”

Jason made an offended noise. “Wait, what?” 

Duke gestured at him with one lazy hand as he unlatched the top of his backpack and started withdrawing games. “I figured you would exclusively date super serious tough types.”

“... I'm tough,” Danny said morosely.

Jason resisted the urge to cackle. He didn't disbelieve it at all! Size wasn't everything. But the uh, the big baby eyes and slumping shoulders really weren't selling the toughness.

Duke shrugged, brutal and unconcerned with the damage he was leaving in his wake. “I was thinking more like a forensic accountant who collects rocks and cage fights literally just for the fitness benefits.” 

Jason took a moment to consider that theoretical accountant. He would date that person. They sounded well rounded. It was a sensible career, a chill hobby, and a reasonably active lifestyle. What was wrong with that? He frowned to himself. What was Duke even implying??

“I would date that accountant,” Danny reluctantly admitted. He seemed disgruntled about it. “I don't cage fight, sorry to disappoint. You can't imagine how much my sister would kill me if I tried.” 

“It's fine,” Jason reassured, making a mental note of a sister and the potential for quantifiable subsequent deaths. “Me either.” 

He could, though. He thought about it for a moment. He'd kick so much ass. That would be a fun way to give Bruce a heart attack. 

Duke snorted, but thankfully said nothing else. Jason didn't want to hear what Duke thought about his odds in cage fighting. Jason knew what was in his heart and that it was fighting potential. 

The game Duke and Danny settled on was a multiplayer racing game. Jason dutifully tried. His car bounced along and beat out all but one of the computer's characters. He endured two rounds before he bowed out and leaned back to watch the other two trash talk each other. 

Honestly, these games were repetitive and pretty boring. Jason zoned out and stretched. He was laying his arm along the back of the couch before he realized that was a bad idea. 

He froze, forearm just barely brushing against the back of Danny's neck. Danny… didn't seem to care. 

Well. Jason let his arm relax. It was only weird if Danny thought it was weird. 

Duke glanced over out of the corner of his eye and gave Jason a cat-faced smirk. Jason raised his hand just enough to show off his favorite finger. 

“Hey, gimme a min?” Duke said. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Liar. Sneaking liar, Jason thought fondly. He was going to try to spy and see what they did when he left the room. 

Danny hit the pause button and let the controller drop to the sofa. “Yeah, go piss girl,” he drawled. 

Jason cocked his head to the side in confusion.

Duke just laughed, so that must have been some kind of reference. He clambered over the back of the sofa and gave Danny's shoulders a light push on his way past. 

Danny went with the motion and bumped into Jason with a giggle. Jason endured it patiently, bemused but enjoying that they were both happy. 

The bathroom door shut behind Duke. 

Danny leaned further into Jason and contorted his neck at a frankly precarious angle to look up at him. “Are you having fun?” He checked. Danny's ear brushed against Jason's chest in a way that he was hyper aware of. There was line of concern between his eyebrows that Jason kinda wanted to smooth away with a thumb.

[stealingyourbones]

Prompt Idea: Danny has plot armor.

To start off, Danny’s whole family knows he’s Phantom, and they had to run from Amity because of the GIW. They wind up in Gotham because that’s the one place that The Government doesn’t really mess with.

The reason behind Danny’s plot armor is that in this world, Danny became incredibly overprotective of his friends and family in order to make sure he doesn’t wind up as Dan, ironically making the chance of that happening much greater than before.

In order to prevent this, Clockwork gives Danny and his family a blessing. It works like this.

Imagine you rolled a dice. To Clockwork, there are now 6+ possible alternate timelines that can ensue. Clockwork’s blessing allows those possible timelines to be restricted to only one or two, all of them good for the Fenton family.

In effect, it was like plot armor. Scarecrow attacks a library with Jazz inside? Oh, looks like her parents need her to pick up Danny early, or she drank too much water and needs to go to the bathroom, which just so happens to have a window just in reach that she can escape from.

Maddy needs to get a job? Well, Jazz’s university needs a new chemistry professor (last one was kidnapped by a rogue) and they’re in a bit of a rush so they’ll skip looking for a teaching certificate. No one cares anyways, it’s Gotham.

Jack needs something to do? Well, besides hunting ghosts, he’d always wanted to open a food truck! With Jazzy making sure nothings contaminated and some (slightly modified) recipes from the Ghost Zone, he can finally chase his dream in a big city with his Phantom Food Vehicle! He wonders what some of those shady men came up to him for, or that odd stout fella in the tux.

(The Phantom Food Truck has become a recent cryptid in Gotham. Except it’s not a cryptid, because everyone’s seen the video of the truck hurtling down the street like it’s chasing down the devil, cop cars and vigilantes alike on its tail. And yet, no one could find it. Not even the Bats. That’s about when everyone gave up. When they learned that you don’t find it, the Phantom Food Truck finds you.)

As for Danny? He’s entirely unaware of this, to focused on keeping his head down. It works, for a while. Before fate came knocking in the form of a wicked smile, as if there solely to ruin his day.

The Joker wasn’t having a good day either. He started out having a jolly old time, joker toxin gassing a small high school, making sure to leave macabre presents for his dear Batsy, and then what happens? This random kid just starts running around, helping students, saving teachers, what’s he gonna do next huh? Save a cat from a tree?

What’s worse, his useless henchmen couldn’t even land a hit on the kid! He swears, Bill doesn’t even seem to be trying.

Whatever, they managed to corner the brat, looked like he was standing in front of some other children. So Joker lines the shot, and he fires.

The gun jams.

Alrighty, he takes one from a random mook, and he shoots again.

The gun jams.

No one’s moving at this point. Where there was once dread and tension in the air, there’s just confusion. So Joker points the gun at a goon, pulls the trigger, the shot goes off.

He turns back to the Robin-ish looking twink, and he pulls the trigger.

The gun jams.

And as he starts walking towards the kid to just kill it himself, he wakes up in the Arkham hospital wing with his last memory of the encounter being him slipping on the glowing green contents of some weird looking thermos that the kid had thrown earlier in the fight. What the FUCK was that.

Clockwork doesn’t even care how pissed the Observers are any more, this is hilarious.

it's to the point of ridiculousness that the Bats have an entire file on Danny and they think he's a meta with a luck ability and nothing else.

[thebubblesareevil]

More Big brother Danny Au

Okay so in the case of some adoptions the child can get their records when they turn 18. I’m thinking when Danny turns 18 he decides to look up his birth parents not really planning to go meet them but just to learn about them. When he learns that they both died and that he has a little brother his entire core demands he makes sure he is okay because he knows what losing your parents can do to you. He finds out where his brother is living now and immediately flys to Gotham to see him. Danny follows him invisibly all day and just when his core has settled after being reassured that his brother is okay and happy he witnesses him opening a secret passage which leads to Batman’s secret hideout. Danny is freaking out now as he learns that his brother is NOT safe and sound and apparently vigilantism is genetic wtf jazz is gonna have a field day. So Danny starts following Batman and robin on patrol as often as possible between work, school, ruling the infinite realms, learning how to cook so he doesn’t burn his dorm down. At the very least sending a clone to make sure dick is not horribly mangled. Even going so far as to follow the YJ team on missions every now and then helping out just here and there. Nothing to big but over time he sorta adopts the whole team and even sends a clone to look over Kaldur and Artemis when they are undercover. Sending out his aura to make sure nobody approaches when they are vulnerable or they are planning. He keeps an eye on Conner to make sure he’s not at risk of destabilizing. He makes sure Wally always has a little extra food stored away and that Zatanna isn’t targeted by any spirits.

Danny is stretched thin but refuses to leave them unprotected. He doesn’t approach Dick as his older brother for fear of dragging him into more danger than he already is but it all comes crashing down when Wally is not as fast as flash and impulse and is going to die. Desperate to protect Danny overshadows Wally while he’s running pushing as much power as he can through Wally to catch up to the other speedsters. Everyone is surprised and confused but at the same time overjoyed that Wally is gonna be okay until the crisis is averted and Wally is non responsive standing there with glowing green eyes vibrating in place. They try to get through to him when Danny is spit out of Wally and is convulsing on the ground after turning back to his living form. Everyone is freaking out and immediately call for medics to help both of them. Not understanding what’s going on they try their best to help them both but neither of them are showing any signs of injury in fact Wally wakes up soon after. But the strange man still keeps convulsing with no obvious cause. They hook him up to machines to monitor his heart rate which was a little high but strong.

Unkown to them this is exactly the problem danny overshadowed a speedster whose heart rate was 10 times faster than an average human let alone a half ghost so he’s been having multiple heart attacks that show as a completely normal heart rate. In the meantime Batman runs multiple blood tests and other than a large amount of an unidentified substance that seems to flow through his there is one thing that concerns Bruce more than anything. The computer has found a dna match in the system…with his son.

Okay this was longer than planned but enjoy 😊

[lesbicosmos]

rewatching s1 of broadchurch even tho im halfway through my first watch of s3 because i have an obsession with rewatching things and DAMN there are way more hints at who ended up being the killer than i originally thought, and a bunch of moments that are really ironic in hindsight

spoilers under the cut (yes it came out like 10 years ago but im still putting a spoiler warning)

ep1 - joe and ellie talk in the kitchen after hardy makes the statement to the media

joe: do you know what happened? i mean should we be worried for other kids?

on first watch, his tone of voice and body language here just seem like confused and worried parent, but on second, there's definitely a hint of panic in his voice

ep2 - joe, tom and fred in the cafe

joe: this is a terrible, unspeakable thing thats happened. but nothing like it will ever happen again here

tom: you cant know that though can you? you cant be sure

then after this joe's facial expression looks SO guilty like he can't think how to respond

ep3 - hardy questioning tom with joe in the room

hardy: can you think of anyone who would want to hurt danny?

THEN THE CAMERA IMMEDIATELY CUTS TO JOE. ik near the end joe swears he never wanted to hurt him but this is still a rly clever piece of editing, i love when shows do this. also the fact that in every scene where he's questioning tom, joe's in the room and occasionally talks but he's never in the frame of the camera hardys using to record it. he was literally right under their noses the entire time and they never suspected because they were focused on other people too much

ep4 hardy goes to the millers" for dinner

this scene hits so much different on second viewing holy shit. at one point they're talking about marriage and work and how hardy's divorce was partially work-related and:

hardy: this job, it does it to you

ellie: well, not to us

ellie actually makes me sob she loves her life so much then it all just comes crashing down on her

joe: do you think you're gonna solve this case?

hardy: certain.

joe: good :)

joe's reply itself here makes sense but there's a few seconds before he says it where his face is just blank and mildly panicked. he's genuinely worrying about being caught at this point.

now this one isn't a direct hint or anything but just if you think about the dialogue in a different context...yeah it fits

hardy: you bloody liar

joe: ive said nothing

hardy: and yet-

joe said nothing to the police or ellie and yet was lying the WHOLE time.

ep5 - brian asks ellie out

ellie: sorry, im married

brian: and thats an issue is it?

ellie: happily married, brian

brian: oh. okay, fair enough. only lots of people aren't though, are they?

ellie: i am.

THE IRONY OH ELLIE LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG PLEASE

ep6 - jack's wake

ellie spends the whole scene looking around to see if anyone looks worried, at one point she looks into a room (seemingly at nige but joe is stood nearby having a different conversation) and she makes eye contact with joe RIGHT as the camera cuts away

ep 6 - joe takes tom to the skate park and ellie arrives

ellie: i was just looking round that bar at the wake thinking "its someone here, why cant i see it?" the longer this goes on, im starting to suspect everyone

joe: when you say everyone...

ellie: well, nearly everyone

this is probably the most obvious hint that i can't believe i didn't catch on to. of COURSE they're gonna make a point for the killer to be the ONE person ellie LITERALLY SAYS she isn't suspicious of.

ep7 - ellie lets susan leave the police station

ellie (about susan's past with her husband and daughters): in your own house, how could you not know?

just ow. the irony of it all. fucking ow.

[sunny-mercya]

His Reasons

Rusty Ryan x Male Reader

Fandom -> Ocean's Trilogy

Masterlist

When Danny, after being out of prison, asked Rusty to join him at a Grand Coup—Rusty had only agreed halfway to it. After all he wanted to know what exactly they would rob and risking their lives and freedom for.

And when Danny told him, they gonna rob three Casinos in good old Viva Las Vegas, Rusty wanted to know a good enough reason for him to join in such madness of nonsense.

And Danny, like the best friend and charming asshole he is, told Rusty the only valid reason;

»If we pull this off and I promise you, we will, you can finally move with [Name] to wherever your heart desires and afford the safety you have promised him.«

Danny was right, hitting a wound point in Rusty's ego, because there had been one thing Rusty couldn't give you and that was protection. Protection you from a past, you wouldn't be able to free yourself if you don't have a certain amount of money to pay for.

»Okay. I'm in, but if we fail I'm gonna send you personally to hell, Danny boy.«

Rusty might have agreed, trusting and believing in his friend that they will manage this with a 100 percentage chance of successful winning—but he also know what price it would cost him, because if they indeed fail it would be you who Rusty would lose and you're more worth to him than all the money and jewels in the world.

~~~

So far, the whole plan went, besides absolutely minor improvements of differences, hellbent well.

Rusty could almost imagine the millions, billions, of money he would have. Enough money to buy you free and finally move to either (f.country) or sweet California.

Just you and him, Rusty thought, imagining the new life—fully secure, comfortable and happy healthy—he would have with you and maybe a big family with lots of dogs and cats (and perhaps Danny, because he's your self-proclaimed older brother)

„Uh, uhm, Rusty there's–“ „Rusty, there's a problem. A You problem.“

»What?« asked Rusty, scrunching up his face in confusion. Another problem? What sort of you-problem do they mean?

„Look towards the entrance.“

»Fuck. Give me some minutes to handle this guys.«

»Robert Russel James Ryan! You do not write me a letter with such unbelievable heinous words and leave our house in such fucking manners. How fucking dare you! Do you know how fucking worried I was?!«

A few people had turned their heads, when you had marched forward to Rusty and shouted in anger at him.

Ouch, shouting his full name—yeah, you're furious and it was Rusty's own damn faulty mistake. Indeed a You-Problem.

Rusty took a few steps forward to you, having his hands up in surrender, wanting to appease you. Honestly, he haven't seen you this angry ever since Danny and him had a bloody fist fight with your "Boss", which they lost—of course, as they couldn't win against a knife and knuckleheads—and you were so furious with them, that they were taken back with the amount of cursing you said at them, while treating their wounds.

»Hey, love, watcha you doing here?«

»Don't come with such bullshit. You know perfectly well, why the fuck I'm here. So tell me now, Russel, the fuck are you and Danny—and I know that fucker is here as well—suspiciously planning to do here?!«

Rusty inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, trying to think of a way to get you away from here—before you causing more disturbance and a possible fail to the plan. Then again, he could use you for a good distraction, but no—no, no, he had sworn himself to not do such things with you.

Gripping your arms gently, Rusty pulls you close to his side and leads you away to a more secluded area of waiting.

~~~

Waking up to an empty bedside next to you and discovering your husband is not in your shared apartment, even though he told he would be on time back—and that has been days ago, I mind you—brought a lot of unpleasant thoughts through your mind.

There could be many things happening to Rusty; him having a accident, in a hospital and injured, arrested—your husband is certainly not a innocent man, he had done some bad and dangerous awful things of illegally, you're aware of it—or worst case scenario, your Boss quit the deal and killed Rusty.

You started to walk through your tiny apartment, still clothes in pyjamas—shorts and one of Rusty's oversized shirts—mind going haywire with everything and anything; be it the due bills, another round of grocery shopping—as Rusty is a total glutton and eats more than you and probably has an endless pit of a stomach—which you don't know how to pay for, the payment deal, Rusty being gone and probably killed and you still being jobless.

A lot of things for a tiny mind like yours to think about.

Then, while you cleaned, you found a note—definitely from Rusty and when you read it, you screamed in disbelief.

Yeah, sure, do a few days trip to Las Vegas and just don't tell me personally, not even the reasons for it—you thought, scoffing at your Husband, who's a buffoon

~~~

»Rusty, you tell me now why you and Danny are here.«

»I can't love, it's a surprise«

Perhaps, in perspective, Rusty should have told you personally about his little trip and possibly heist, but then it wouldn't be a surprise and loved to surprise you.

»Fuck your surprise. I thought he called off the deal, I thought he had killed you. I was worried sick.«

»I know, I know, dear. I apologise, I shouldn't have told you via note, could this prince forgive a humble man like me?«

Rusty leaned in closer, whispering the last few words in your ear as he ask for your forgiveness and kissing your cheek, when you remained silent.

„Not to bother, but time management?“

Rusty rolled his eyes, the guys could be such mood killers and a pain of annoyance in the ass. The gang was his gang though and he had a job to fulfil.

»Need to go, love. Meet me at Helios-Motel in like two hours.« Rusty kissed your lips, a gentle kiss it was and gave you the Motel-Keys.

Before Rusty could stand up and go, you had taken ahold of his hand.

»You promised me, you and Danny will be safe and unharmed?«

»Always, my love«

And when Rusty flashed you his signature grin, you let him go—knowing he wouldn't break his promise.

[wildestheart4ever]

@stealingyourbones, I know you already got a post about this au, but I really want to share this with you.

I really really want to write a bodyswap fic, I blame this post x

Scenes and shit have been rattling around in my head all morning while I was reorganizing my reblogs. I might not actually write it ever, but here are some things that I put into consideration

The bodyswap is between Danny the day of the accident and Jason after being dunked in the Pit, yes? Yes.

Now Danny, Danny is all brand new to this shit, right? No superhero experience, no ghost experience, no fresh added trauma [besides - you know! Thinking he’s gonna die]. The most exciting|terrifying thing he’s experienced beforehand is his dad’s driving - so given the events of the accident, I imagine he must be feeling pretty terrified waking up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers, in a body that definitely isn’t his own.

Jason is a tough one, cause I don’t know if he was even the slightest bit aware of his situation pre!Lazarus Pit. If everything was muddled impressions, I’d imagine waking up in a body that just went through an alarming electrocution [and whatever side affects it brought besides the obvious] would be the first thing he’d notice. He’d be in pain, but he’d push that aside to take in the situation: Convulsive pains, everything feels wrong, disturbing basement lab, a massive glowing portal behind him, two teens crying and calling out for someone name Danny

But they’re looking at him

I’d like to think Robin training kicks in immediately, so he tries to comfort them and put them at ease before reaching out to reassure them all while trying to find any sign of this Danny.

Cue seeing the small white-gloved hand and finally taking notice of the prepubescent body he’s currently in possession of.

Now considering the fact pre!Lazarus Pit events might’ve been muddled to him in his catatonic state, the small stature might not be all that confusing to him, though the lack of lean muscle might be.

How confusing must that be? No recollection of the years that past, yet you come back to awareness in a body as small as you last might’ve remembered it.

Sam and Tucker probably assume his silence is due to him finally noticing the change in his appearance. So they trying calling his attention

“Danny, you okay?” “It’s clearly obvious he’s not okay” “Hey! I don’t see you trying to do anything.”

With a pit of dread in his stomach, Jason looks up at the two, confused and slowly coming to very correct conclusions, and asks “Who the hell is Danny?” 

Sam and Tucker are a little too worried the portal might’ve scrambled his memory to be thrown off by the cursing, “Oh man, I knew this was a bad idea. His parents are gonna flip when they find out.” “Doubt it, I think they’ll be a little too excited over the portal being on to wonder what happened.” “....Okay, but Jazz will definitely be freaking out.” “We need to get him out of here.”

Cue them trying jog Danny’s memory while dragging him up to his room, which just cements Jason’s horrible no good theory.

Danny was put in some random room, left to his devices to come down from first time Lazarus episode [Whatever that is], he can’t take any comfort or guidance from the strange woman, confused by the fact she keeps calling him Jason. Trying to stomp down the fear that has a choke hold on him, he tries to pinpoint anything familiar about his current location, but he can’t garner much of anything from what he can see out the window. 

Frustrated, he focuses his attention on the body he’s currently possessing. He might’ve thought this was a gone-to-the-future experience, but there’s no familiar birthmarks or scars on this body [and by the firm reminder that this body belongs to a Jason].

He’s still stumbling on these longer legs and under the extra mass

He might’ve been a little horrified and nauseated by the Y shaped scar running down his [Jason’s] torso.

Okay, so he probably jumps to the conclusion that things might’ve gotten mixed up in the portal with whatever necromancy these weirdos were up to. Now he’s just wondering if his friend’s are freaking out over his corpse....or over whoever this Jason guy is.

Jason. Does it take a while to convince Sam and Tucker that he is not their friend Danny? Yes, does it take another minute to convince them he did not possess their friend’s body on purpose? Also yes, his foot is still suffering under the girl’s clunky boot as she tried threatening him for info.

This is after he gets himself worked up and finding out Danny Fenton’s body isn’t that much of an animated corpse after all [Thank god, the lack of heartbeat was really creeping him out], much to everyone’s relief.

Does he fall into a bit of a panic attack at being asked what’s the last thing he remembers? Definitely, and now these kids look just as put off as he feels.

Does it nearly happen again when he learns that neither he, nor Gotham, nor Bruce Wayne exist in this universe? Also yes, but it’s nice to know they’re at least getting somewhere.

Is Danny Fenton an alternate universe version of him????

It takes a hot minute to get his head on straight and form some kinda of plan: Keep this on the down low, explore this Ghost Zone in hopes of finding anything about dimensional travel, and keep this kid’s life in track.

How much of his identity should he keep from Sam and Tucker? It’s not like he exists in this universe.

Danny knows he’s in deep shit. He doesn’t have the complete picture, and he still isn’t sure if Jason was here with these assassins willingly or not [He’s leaning more on not, considering the situation he woke up to]. And the longer he’s here, the further into a corner he’s finding himself in.

The woman, Thalia, is getting suspicious. She stopped trying to talk about him about his mission and his training when any information she brought wrought no visible reaction from him [Why should he care if this random Bruce Wayne guy adopted a kid?? Who’s Batman - and what guy goes running around in a bat themed costume calling himself that????] and it takes an admittedly embarrassing time to realize these things are all related to owner of this body.

His immediate thought is to act. Act disoriented, act like he’s still reeling from whatever it is these people did to this guy [It’s obvious it was smth serious, if Thalia’s whispered assurances on giving him time to adjust were anything to go by].

So he does, and he doesn’t know if he manages to convince Thalia [He’s never been that good at acting], but it gets her to back off. He’s got more time on his hands, more time to figure out how to get out of this secret fortress, more time to ponder what this guy was like so he doesn’t fudge up and get himself killed.

Jason. If there’s one thing he is certain of, it’s that this kid’s place is one giant OSHA violation. Sam and Tucker had to go home, leaving him with the enthusiastic weirdos that were Danny’s parents - they haven’t stopped yammering on in excitement over finding their life’s work suddenly working.

Did they not notice anything off about their son, were he and Danny that much alike in personality that they haven’t noticed? Even so, why were they not asking questions?? Where was the concern and anger over their son and his friends fooling around with dangerous equipment???

No, instead they were talking about how this success would improve their research, about the containment measures they’d make to do their studying. They seemed to notice nothing wrong with what was supposed to be their son.

It infuriated him.

The only one who seemed to show any concern was the sister [Jazz, her name is Jazz]. She was the one who fussed over him after hearing the trios carefully crafted story, she was the one who scolded him for messing around with the parents equipment, she was the one scorning her parents for leaving their portal in such dangerous conditions.

Why was this girl being more of a parent than the parents???

The fact that dinner once again [and isn’t that a concerning thought] came to life and tried mauling them didn’t help ease the anger.

Everything about this screamed wrongness to him.

[vanfleeter]

Doesn't Stay In Vegas (1) // JTK

Characters: Jake x (oc) Cate Warning: 18+ minors DNI, smut, so much sex, language.

Summary: You know the old, idiotic saying "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas"? Well, this isn't the case for Cate. Waking up in her hotel room, she finds herself hungover, in bed with someone, and wearing a wedding ring. What's worse than that? Finding out she married her best friend's brother and the whole world knows about it.

Her head pounds as her body naturally wakes up. Running a hand over her forehead, she feels the cool metal of something wrapped around her finger. Pulling her hand away, she sees a diamond ring on her left ring finger. Furrowing her eyebrows she sits up in bed.

Why is she wearing a diamond ring?

Oh god…

Last night…

She was so drunk, she barely remembered what happened last night.

Who the hell did she marry?

Who else was there?

What if the boys found out?

Oh fuck, Cate, you’re screwed.

Looking beside her, she sees a lump of a body under the covers. The slight movement of their body rising and falling as they breathe. Carefully and slowly she pulls the covers down from the person’s eyes, her regret building and building with every inch.

Her regret explodes when she sees the familiar mop head of wavy brown locks. His face is buried in the pillow and light snores filter out of his mouth.

Oh fuck.. Fuck..

She married Jake.

Jake.

How drunk was she?

Without being gentle anymore she grabs her pillow and slaps it across his head. His body flinches and he groans.

“Josh…” He groans. “Just five more minutes.”

“It’s not Josh!” She snaps as she hits him with the pillow once more.

His head snaps up. “Who–” His eyes landed on her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Regretting every life decision I have ever made.”

Jake turns over in the bed and sits up. “How did we end up here?”

“One too many drinks.” She says as she climbs out of bed. Luckily she was in a tank top and bed shorts. She freezes beside the bed and turns to look at him. “Are you wearing pants?”

Jake’s hands slide underneath covers. “No..”

“Shit..”

“What happened last night?” He asks.

She lifts up her hand for him to see. “You got married?”

“Look at your hand dumbass…”

He looks down at his left hand and his eyes grow wide. “Nooooo…” He jumps out of bed completely naked and she quickly turns away. “We got married?! This can’t be happening.. This seriously cannot be happening.” Jake quickly pulls on his pants and his shirt and grabs his phone. “Ohhh no.” He mutters.

“What?” Cate says, turning back to face him.

“I’m so screwed..” He smacks his hands to his face. He turns his phone to face you.

The groupchat with the boys going absolutely insane. Several angry texts from Josh. Some worried ones from Danny. Of course Sam would be the one confused–asking where the two of them disappeared to after leaving the chapel.

Josh: YOU GOT MARRIED? Josh: ARE YOU INSANE? Josh: I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU Josh: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? Danny: Please call us. Danny: Where are you? Sammy: Congrats!! Sammy: Mr. & Mrs. Jacob Kiszka. Has a nice ring to it. Sammy: No but seriously, where are you? We have to celebrate! Josh: SAMUEL! No celebrating! This is serious! Sammy: Uh duh, they just got married! Josh: Jacob, I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you! Josh: I’m calling our attorney…

Cate cringes and Jake pulls his phone away. Jake stuffs his phone in his pocket and leaves the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” She asks as she follows after him.

“Aha!” He exclaims holding up a piece of paper.

“What is that?”

“Our marriage license.”

She snatches it from his hand to look at it. “Is this even legal?”

Jake shrugs his shoulders. “Only one way to find out.” He says. “Josh really is going to kill me.”

“I can’t believe we got married.” She says falling down onto the couch and setting the marriage license on the coffee table. “Us.. You.. Me.. How did this even happen? We don’t even like each other like that.”

Jake falls onto the couch beside her. “You’re like a sister to me..” He shutters. “Oh god, I slept with you. Josh is most definitely going to kill me.”

“I need to get dressed.” She says standing back up from the couch.

Jake nods his head and leans back into the couch as she walks back into the bedroom. His eyes travel down to his hand and to the gold wedding band that’s wrapped around his finger.

How could he have gotten married?

He was always warned to never get drunk in Vegas.

Things never ended well for anyone in Vegas.

But yet he got drunk, seemingly with his brother’s best friend, and somehow they both got married.

He twists the ring around his finger. He definitely wants to get married. But not like this. And not with her. She’s not a bad person but he never had any feelings towards her. Sure he found her attractive and sometimes he had dreams of her but he still never had feelings of love or anything like with her.

As he told her, she was like a sister to him.

Groaning, he throws his head back against the top of the couch and closes his eyes.

Loud banging on the hotel room door sounds shortly after and he walks over and peers through the peephole. Josh stands in the hall fuming while Danny and Sam both stand behind him and prepare for the profanities and anger ready to explode from Josh.

“Fuck..”

“Jacob! Open the damn door!” Josh shouts.

Jake unlocks the door and pulls it open. Josh storms into the room followed by Danny and Sam slowly entering and standing off to the side of the room.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Josh shouts.

“We were drunk.”

Josh groans and runs his hands through his hair poof. “Jake, you know the rules when it comes to Vegas.”

“I know, I know.. I guess we got a little carried away.”

“A little?” Josh questions. “You got married for fuck’s sake!”

“I think it’s great!” Sam beams.

Danny elbows him in his side and shoots him a look. “Shut up…” He mutters.

Josh heaves a sigh and hangs his head. Cate steps out of the bedroom and sits on the arm of the couch. He lifts his head to look at her but she keeps her eyes trained on the floor beneath her feet. She couldn’t look at him. She could feel his anger radiating from his body. He’s equally disappointed in her as much as he is with his brother.

“I called the lawyer.. He said he can meet with the two of you when we get back to Nashville.”

“Great.” Jake says. “When is that?”

“Two weeks..”

Cate snaps her head up. “Two weeks?”

Josh nods his head. “We still have to finish the tour.”

“Can’t he come out here?” Jake says.

Josh shakes his head. “We’re not his only clients, Jake. He’s busy.”

“So you mean, we have to be married for two weeks?” Cate questions.

“Unfortunately…” He says.

“And well.. It gets worse.” Danny says. “Who knows how long it will take to process a divorce, get a judge to approve it. Could be longer than two weeks.”

Josh’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out. “Uh… Look at your phones…”

The other three grab their phones. Jake groans and falls against the kitchen counter. “What is it?” Cate asks.

Danny shows you his phone.

Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet, Married?

“Oh no..” She grumbles.

“You’ve got to be kidding…” Sam says. “Shit.. Now the whole world knows..”

Cate hears her phone ringing in the bedroom and she goes to retrieve it. Her mother’s contact glowing on the screen. “Hey mom..”

“You got married?!”

“Mom, I-”

“And you married Jake?! Are you crazy?! Are you both crazy?!”

“Mom-”

“Since when did you two ever start liking each other? I mean, he’s a great guy but try doing this a little traditionally?”

“Mom, please!” Cate begs. “Stop.. We’re figuring things out right now. Josh called their lawyer and we’re gonna figure out to legally get a divorce.”

“A lawyer?! What do they think you’re gonna do? Ask for something from him?”

“No! No, Mom. It’s nothing like that.” She sighs. A knock comes on the door and Jake pokes his head inside. “Mom, I have to go.”

“We’ll talk later.”

“Yeah, okay.” She hangs up and sets her phone on the nightstand.

Jake steps inside the room and shuts the door behind him. He stays there leaning against the door with his hands tucked behind his back. “So uh..” He clears his throat. “Now that it’s out there..”

She vigorously shakes her head. “No.. No, no, no, no..” She stands up from the bed. “We are not staying married..” He goes to open his mouth to speak again but she points her finger at him. “Don’t even think about it, Kiszka. We are not staying married. This isn’t us.. It was a drunken mistake.” She says before making her way to the bathroom.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s like that one Friends episode–where Ross and Rachel get drunk and get married.”

She peers around the threshold of the bathroom. “Jacob, I swear to god–if you pull a Ross move and don’t get this marriage annulled or whatever–I will kill you.”

“Would it be that bad to be married to me?”

“It’s just weird, Jake.” She comes back out of the bathroom brushing her hair. “You and me? We always were friends–just friends. There was never anything more..”

“You seriously make it sound like being married to me would be so awful,” He says as he lays on his back on the bed. “Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position right now?”

She smacks him with the pillow and he laughs. “Then go find one of them.”

He tosses the pillow off of himself and sits up. He grabs hold of her and pulls her to stand in between his legs. He looks up at her and smiles that goofy smile of his.

“What?” She says looking down at him.

“Nothing, just looking at my beautiful wife.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls away from him. “I am not your wife.”

“Well according to the great state of Nevada, you are.”

She groans falling onto the bed and covering her face with her arms. She feels the bed move as Jake’s body shifts and soon she feels the pressure of his weight and the heat of body as he hovers above her. She moves her arms to see his face just a few centimeters from hers.

“What are you doing?” She says.

“We’ll be married for two weeks, maybe a little longer–so I propose that we make the most of it.”

“Are you serious right now?”

He nods his head. “Yes.”

“You had your fun last night.”

“I remember none of it.” He says. “Do you?” She shakes her head. “So come on, let’s have a little fun.”

“You’re insane.”

“No, I’m horny.”

“Jacob!” She shouts, slapping his shoulder. He laughs, his head dropping. From his laughter, his body shakes against hers and she can feel a bulge inside of his pants. “Geez, Jake.. You are horny.”

“I told you.”

The two of them fall into silence.

Only staring at each other.

Giving in, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his face down to her and she kisses him. He kisses her back and adds more passion to it. His hands slip up underneath her shirt and as he softly grinds his hips into hers. He removes his mouth from hers and brings them down to her neck where he leaves soft kisses before sucking on her skin and nipping at it.

He moves away from her and pulls her with him as he stands up. He grabs the ends of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head before tossing it to the floor. She reaches for his shirt and pulls it off. He pushes her back down on the bed and attaches his lips to her neck once more and begins to leave a trail down to her chest. He nips at the skin of her left breast eliciting a moan from her lips. He cups your other breast in his hand.

“Thank you for not wearing a bra..” He murmurs against her breast. “I love seeing your nipples peek through your shirt, almost always on display.” He sucks on her nipple as he massages her other breast.

Pulling away once more, he grabs hold of the waistband of her shorts and undoes the button and zipper before pulling them down her legs and discarding them to the floor. His eyes grow wide as he stares down at her pelvis.

“And no underwear?”

“I ran out of clean underwear.”

A loud laugh escapes from his throat as he throws his head back. “Thank goodness for that.”

He goes to reach for her but she holds him back by placing the flat of her foot to his bare chest. “Not. So. Fast.”

“What?”

“Pants. Off. Now.”

“Three syllables.” He nods his head. “Got it.” He reaches for his pants and unzips them before pushing them down his hips and legs and kicking them off.

“Boxers too.”

He sighs and pulls down his boxers and gets rids of them too. “Happy?”

“Mmhmm!” She hums, nodding her head. She moves her foot away from his chest and wraps her leg around his waist and pulls him to her. He chuckles and grabs her hips. He takes his hand and drags his fingers through her folds.

“Baby, you’re so wet.”

“Jake..” She whines.

“Aw you want me in you?” She nods her head. “My fingers?” She nods her head again. He teases her entrance with the tips of his index and middle fingers before slowly inserting them. He swirls his fingers before dragging them down her walls. Her back arches as she claws at his arms. “Oh you like that..” He notes.

Slowly he begins to pump his fingers in and out of her as he leans over to kiss her. His thumb presses against her clit causing a moan to escape out of her mouth.

“Jake..” She whispers.

“Mmhmm?” He hums as he keeps pumping his fingers.

“I need you… In me…”

“Need what in you?” She cups his cock quickly and harshly making him flinch and groan. “Fuck.. Question answered…”

Shifting himself in between her legs, he lines himself up with her entrance and slowly slides inside. She lowly moans, her fingers digging into his back.

“You feel so good,” He says as he pounds himself harder into her. “So warm..” He attaches his lips to her neck and gently nips at it before sucking on it.

“Please, Jake.. Don’t stop..” She pleads as she claws at his body.

“Wasn’t planning on it..” He says as he plants his forearms on the bed beside her head to give himself more leverage.

She feels him hitting all of the right spots eliciting moans from deep inside of her. “Jake, right there.”

“Yeah?”

She nods her head. “Mmmm, yeah–fuck..”

Feeling the tightness in her core and the tingling feeling vibrating through her veins, she clutches tighter to Jake as she feels the orgasm rip through her body. He doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting into her as he coaches her through it.

“You’re so good.. You take me so well.. That’s it baby..” He groans, his fists clenched tightly to the bedsheets. “Fuck you feel so warm, feels so good feeling you spill over my cock..” His release comes just seconds later but he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting into her even though both of their orgasms came and gone. She doesn’t care. She loves the feeling of him inside of her.

Eventually he pulls out of her and falls down on the bed beside her. His chest rapidly rises and falls as he relaxes his body and calms his breathing. He turns his head to look at her and finds her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” He asks her.

She nods her head and turns to face him. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She says. “Just..processing..”

He scoffs and smiles. “Processing?”

“Yeah..”

“What are you processing?”

“All of this..” She says waving her hands around in the air above her face. “Maybe being married to you for a few weeks wouldn’t hurt..”

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'Tis the Damn Season - Part 2

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 2,078

Warnings: Fluff, angst, sadness, more fluff. As always, let me know if I missed any!

Broke my own heart writing this one :')

If you haven’t already, read part one

Bored was an understatement as you found yourself picking at your sweater while half listening to your family drag on about all the latest small-town gossip, the sole reason you left in the first place. You eventually wandered into the kitchen to get a refill of whatever would shut your brain off for at least five minutes. The holidays seemed to linger like bad perfume, and truthfully you wanted nothing more than to just pack up and drive back to the city but you know you’d never hear the end of it from your mom. And as much as you were highly considering bailing on Danny, something in your brain was screaming at you to hear him out.

You practically gulped down a glass of wine before beginning to refill the glass as your mom walked in. She sat her glass down beside yours, “Pour me one while you’re at it.” The two of you stood in silence as you sipped your drinks until you spoke up. “I saw Danny while I was out today.” You quietly said, as if trying not to let anyone else hear. Her eyes perked up as she turned towards you, waiting to hear the details of your encounter. “Oh?”

Though your mom could be a little perfunctory at times, she really was there for you when things were tough, especially the day Danny called things off. You recall the memory of you coming home with tears streaming down your face. She held you on the couch all night long, gently rocking you in her arms while whispering words of comfort until you eventually fell asleep. 

“He wants to talk.” You muttered out, your voice full of dread and anxiety. “Well, honey. I know you two didn’t end things on good terms but maybe it’ll be good for you. For both of you. You’re both adults now, you shouldn't keep holding onto the past.

You hated how much she was right but simply nodded in agreement. “Just don’t go in with any expectations. Be open minded and mind your tongue before you start jumping in with blame.”

You took a long sip of your wine before replying. “I know. But you know how hard I worked to put all this behind me, I’m worried about messing all that up.” She placed her hand over yours, gently rubbing it and offering a warm smile. “I know Y/N. But I also know that you’ve got a brain up there that will tell you exactly what to do. You’ve got this.”

Well shit, didn’t expect to start crying just yet.

“Thanks mom. I think I’m gonna go lay down for a bit. If I have to hear Grandma Jean talk about ‘this damn inflation’ one more time, I might actually go crazy.” She chuckled in response as you both exited the kitchen and parted ways. Crawling into your bed, you continued sipping your wine as you aimlessly scrolled social media. Your heart panged a bit as you saw your friends had taken a weekend trip to the mountains. Something you had been suggesting to them for weeks. So much for that.

Setting your phone on the nightstand, you chugged the rest of the liquid in your glass before grabbing a blanket and closing your eyes, letting sleep consume you, even if for just a few minutes.

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Clink!

The sound woke you from your slumber. Confused, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you took in the now dark room. How long did you sleep for? You grabbed your phone and was slightly blinded by the brightness but managed to distinguish the time, 11:13pm.

Clink!

The same sound snapped you out of your thoughts as you turned to look for the source of the noise. It wasn’t until the third time that you realized it was coming from your window. Cautiously, you walked over and gasped at the sight.

There, Danny stood with several small rocks in his hands. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out, the brisk air fully waking you up.

“Danny, what the hell are you doing?” You quietly yelled out. “Sorry, I figured you’d probably changed your number when you moved. Wasn’t sure how else to contact you.” He replied honestly, wiping his hands on his jeans after dropping the rest of the rocks back to the ground. You shook your head at his stubborn determination, something that used to drive you crazy. “Plus, if I remember correctly, you agreed.”

You were then met with his outstretched arm as both of you knew you’d need his help to climb out of the window that was just a touch too high off the ground. “C’mon, just like old times.” His smirk held the memories of the countless times he’d helped you sneak out of the house to go on these late night drives, something the both of you quickly made a habit of.

It had been years since you’d crawled through this window, yet you still found yourself doing the same maneuvers to twist your body through the opening. His hands quickly found their way to your hips, gently squeezing as he helped you down. When your feet finally touched the ground below, his hands didn’t leave your hips. You two locked eyes for a moment until he realized what he was doing, clearing his throat. “Sorry. Uh, shall we go?” You nodded as he led the way to his truck parked on the street in front of your house.

“Still driving that old thing?” You fake insulted, though mostly surprised that it was still running. “Gets me where I need to go. No need to get a new one when there’s nothing wrong with this one.” He grinned, giving an encouraging pat to the hood of the truck.

Like old times, he opened the passenger door for you and you muttered out a quiet thank you. You felt like you were transported back in time. Apart from the more worn leather seats, the interior of his truck looked virtually unchanged; the same beaded necklace still hung from his rear view mirror, but what surprised you the most was the little drummer rubber duck still perched up on the driver’s side dashboard. One of your nephews had given you the small toy years ago at their birthday party and naturally you gave it to Danny. You couldn’t believe he had kept it there after all these years.

Danny slid in the driver’s seat and cranked the truck to life before slowly pulling out of your neighborhood. For a while, the only sound was that from the radio, a familiar tune filling the slightly awkward silence. That was, until Danny spoke up again.

“So, how have things been? Big city girl now, huh?” He suddenly broke the silence. “Yeah uh, kind of a haste decision but I love it.” You replied. He took a deep breath before speaking again. “Was it because of me?”

“Danny, are we really gonna do this?” You sighed out, already starting to feel the rush of emotions come flooding back.

“Yes, Y/N. We are gonna do this. Because I fucked up, okay? I’m sor-.” Despite your mom’s words from earlier playing in your ear, you couldn't help the word vomit coming up.

“Are you though? Are you really Danny? Or are you just saying that? Because you weren’t there. You went away to college while I was left to pick up all the pieces. You have no idea the shit I went through because you decided to just give up on us.” The tears had long started falling down your face as you barely choked out the last few words.

He was silent, accepting your words as he knew you were right. ‘Danny you really hurt me. I couldn't escape it. Everything reminded me of you and it fucking hurt. Do you know how hard it was having everyone look at me like I was some pathetic little lost dog. You never even reached out.” You whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He suddenly pulled off the road into a field that lined the backroads the two of you were traveling down. As he put the truck in park, he turned towards you before replying.

“Y/N I know and I swear to god if I could go back in time and change it, I would. I was so fucking stupid for ever letting you go. But by the time I realized it, it was too late and I was scared. Scared that you had moved on and found someone new. Scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way anymore. Scared that I had really lost you forever and that there was nothing I could do to fix it. Please believe me.” He reached his hand over to grab yours that rested in your lap.

“I love you so much Y/N. I never stopped loving you.” He spoke. You couldn't help the tears as they started flowing again, much harder than before. Danny suddenly released your hand, quickly exiting the truck and you watched in confusion as he walked over to your side, throwing the door open. He reached over your lap, unbuckling your seatbelt before gently guiding you out of the vehicle. He simply engulfed you in a hug and just held you as you continued to cry out. “I’m so sorry baby.” you could hear the sniffle in his own voice as the two of you just stood there embracing one another while the stars twinkled above.

A couple minutes later, you spoke up again. “I often wonder what my life would be like if things would have worked out. I wouldn’t be living in a city with my so-called friends. I’m pretty sure they don’t even like me. None of them can tell which smiles I’m faking like you could.” You replied honestly.

“You know. The only reason I ever come back here is because of you. I’m always hoping that one day you’ll be here. Looks like I finally got my wish.” He answered, slightly pulling back to look at you. Slowly at first to make sure it was okay, he began gently kissing away each individual tear that had fallen from your eyes, getting dangerously closer to your lips with every peck.

“Danny-” You whispered out. He pulled back once more, looking between your eyes once more for any sign to stop, but there was none. Leaning back in, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Though gentle at first, it quickly evolved into one with so much more passion and hunger, as if trying to make up for lost time. Trying to heal all the damage and hurt that he had caused. Despite not having done this in years, the two of you found your rhythm just like that. Like nothing had changed.

Before things could get too heated, he pulled back again. Confusion shot across your face as you immediately began to feel regret. But just as quickly, he sensed it and reassured you. “I don’t want to push things. I just got you back and I don’t want to lose you again. Not this time Y/N. Let’s just take it slow.” You were a little disappointed because his lips felt so perfect against yours but Danny was right.

He released your hand and grabbed the blanket you briefly remembered seeing folded up in the back before walking around to the back of the truck to open the tailgate. Nodding his head towards the bed of the truck, he held his hand out for yours. “C’mon, let's just watch the stars. I remember you used to love that.” You smiled as his hands found your hips once again to help you up before joining you.

There, the two of you sat together on the blanket, holding each other incredibly close like your lives depended on it. It wasn’t long before your eyes started feeling heavy and a yawn escaped your lips. Danny shifted a bit so you could lay more comfortably against his warm chest as he kept one arm around you while the other drew gentle patterns on your legs. The soft beat of his heart lulled your mind into a deep state of relaxation. Just before sleep consumed you, you felt him kiss the top of your head and could have sworn you heard him speak softly. “Still so perfect.”

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[capturethechaos]

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words - 1598

Warnings - Fluffy af, vomiting, fainting

“We have a lot of friends that have just had a bunch of babies. So there's babies everywhere—”

“—And I love babies so I'm like.”

You stood amongst the crowd, watching Josh as he cavorted around the stage. You couldn’t help the smile that overtook your face watching him move, listening to the crowd react to the antics of him and his brothers. A retching feeling overtook you, and you made her way through the mass of people at the barricade, showing your badge to the security and being allowed through the gate. You had to rush towards the bathrooms, barely making it in time to upchuck the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.

You waited until you were confident that you were finished emptying your stomach before you stood to watch the rest of the set. You decided against going back into the crowd, instead making your way to the side of the stage and leaning against a small table. You watched as Josh looked over the crowd, a confused expression overtaking his face as Jake took over on his guitar. Josh strolled towards the drums, grabbing a cup of water and looking over to the side of the stage, spotting you and jogging over.

“Josh, get back on stage!” You said as he came to a halt in front of you.

“Jake is doing his thing, I’ve got a few minutes. I couldn’t find you in the crowd. I got worried, are you alright?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m fine Josh, just got a bit overwhelmed in the crowd,”

He squinted his eyes at you, not quite believing what you had said, but he kissed you on the forehead and took a step back.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” He asked, noting your flushed look.

“I’m fine Josh, I promise.”

Josh flew back onto the stage, finishing the show with incredible energy. He looked over every once and a while to check in on you, a wide smile on his face every time he caught your gaze. Once the show had ended, he sprinted towards you, picking you up and carrying you along towards his change room. 

“Josh you’re so sweaty, please put me down.” You pleaded.

He laughed, opening the door and sliding you back onto the ground. A wave of nausea hit almost immediately after your feet touched the tile, and you immediately turned in search of the nearest garbage can, emptying whatever was left in your stomach. 

“Oh shit, are you okay?” Josh said, rushing to hold your hair back for you.

“Yeah— funny story—” You start, lifting yourself from the garbage can and turning to look at him.

“—I’m pregnant.” A smile spread across your face as the words fell from your lips.

“You're— pregnant—” Josh said, his breathing shallowed for a moment before his eyes rolled and he fell to the floor at your feet.

“What the fuck.”

“JAKE!” You yelled, dropping to the floor and rolling Josh onto his side, lightly tapping his cheek in an attempt to wake him.

Jake came running into the room within the next minute, his eyes rapidly looking around the room, and landing on the two of them on the floor.

“What the hell happened?” He asked, moving toward them.

“Close the door please.” You requested, waving towards the door.

Jake did as you asked, closing the door before making his way over to you.

“You gonna tell me what happened now?” He asked, kneeling down to be level with you.

“I told him that I’m pregnant.” You explain, looking over at him.

“You’re pregnant!?” Jake asked, his eyes widening at your statement.

“Yes, and he passed out when I told him.” You reply, looking down at Josh. 

“I don’t blame him.” Jake said, glancing down at his brother.

“Do you have anything we could use to wake him up?” You asked, looking up to see if you can spot something in the room.

“Everything alright in here?” Danny asked as he walked into the room, closely followed by Sam.

“Why is Josh passed out on the floor?” Sam asked, a confused look crossing his face as he took in the scene ahead of him.

“Close the door.” Jake instructed, standing from his position and moving to the table to grab the bucket of ice.

“Okay—” Sam said, closing the door.

“I’m pregnant.” You said, looking up at the other two boys, both of which immediately looked shocked.

“Did— did he pass out when you told him?” Sam asked.

You nodded your head, causing the boys to burst out in laughter, which, in combination with the ice Jake rubbed against the back of Josh’s neck, woke him from his slumber.

“What—”

“Good morning sleeping beauty, did you have a good nap?” Jake asked, looking down at his twin.

“I uh—” Josh groaned, looking over at you.

“You’re—”

“Pregnant. Yes Josh, yes I am.” You were cautious as you helped him sit up.

He spent the next minute just staring at you, his eyes filling with tears until he leaned forward, throwing his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. The rest of the boys grabbed their belongings and scurried out of the room as quickly as they could, leaving the two of you on the floor wrapped around each other. 

“I’m gonna be a dad.” His voice was muffled as he nuzzled his face further into the crook of your neck, but it brought a smile to your face.

Your fingers gently grazed along the nape of his neck, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as you sat together.

“Are you feeling alright?” Your question caused Josh to chuckle, pulling away enough to look at you properly. 

“You’re the one that threw up, are you alright?” He asked, his hand lifting to brush along your cheek.

You nodded in response, giving him a soft smile. The two of you got up from the floor, rounding up all of Josh’s stuff and getting ready to leave. A soft knock on the door came as you tucked the last item into Josh’s backpack. You opened the door, finding Jake on the other side with his bag in his hand. 

“We’ve got to get going, are you ready?” He asked, shuffling in his spot.

“Just finished getting ready, let’s go.” You said, looking back at Josh, who gave you a thumbs up and started to walk towards the two of you.

You didn’t even make it out of the door as Jake pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you.” He said as he squeezed you gently.

Josh joined to hug for a minute before the two of them let you go. The three of you joined Sam and Danny at the exit with the rest of the team, a few of them giving you and Josh odd looks. You were confused about the looks for a moment before you realized that you had just emptied your stomach contents into a trash can, and Josh had fainted, so the two of you probably looked like shit. 

You pulled a water bottle from your bag, taking a sip before handing it to Josh as you all walked out into the hallway to exit the venue. You were greeted by a large group of fans hoping to meet the boys, all of whom began screaming the second they saw the boys, you even heard a few hollars of your name as you walked past. You gave them a smile and a small wave, staying back as the boys walked up to greet the fans, taking pictures and chatting with them. 

You overheard some concerned fans asking about why you and Josh looked sick, and watched as Josh laughed it off, casually making up an excuse about some food that must have made the two of you feel that way. You chuckled at the lie, noticing the way that Josh looked back at you with a smile. 

By the time the four of them were done interacting with the fans, you were ready to fall asleep, and the bus was calling your name. Josh walked up to you, quietly taking his backpack from its spot at your feet and placing his hand protectively around your waist, walking with you towards the exit.

“Nice cover by the way with the food poisoning thing.” You joked, looking over to him as the two of you dropped onto the couch in the bus. 

He laughed along for a moment before falling silent. The bus was quiet, everyone being tired from the events of the night and very ready for bed. You leaned your head against the back of the couch, listening to the quiet murmurs between Sam and Danny as they got ready to sleep. Jake had entered the bus a couple minutes before the rest of you, and in that time he managed to pass out in his bunk. Josh was like liquid against you, slowly melting into your side before readjusting himself to lay with his head in your lap. He gently lifted his hand to the hem of your hoodie, sliding it beneath the fabric to rest on your stomach.

“Hey baby,” His voice was soft and it pulled your attention to him as he spoke into the fabric of your pullover, “you probably can’t hear me yet, but I love you so much already. I can’t wait to be your daddy. I’m so excited to watch you grow in your mommy's belly. I love you baby.”

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The price of life

Jamie Reagan x daughter!reader

summary - when you get shot by an ex cop, you feel guilty for the justice that was brought on him

warnings - mentions of murder, blood, shooting, and guns. this is somewhat based of off season 1 episode 15 so you'll most likely understand it better if you watch the episode. Though most factors arent included in the episode and likewise. And if you see me put their names in front of quotes thats so you dont get confused.

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"Whats the next question" your grandpa Frank asks. You and frank are at the park eating hotdogs while you're doing a school presentation on him and his job. "Do you regret some things that have happened on the job?" You say. Pretty hesitant because you might've already known the answer to that, considering what happened to your uncle Joe. Frank takes a deep breath to gather his thoughts while staring off into space. "I have a few. When you sign up to do the things i do. Along with your dad jamie and uncle danny, some things take a toll on you. Mentally. Physically." You look down, trying to avoid the uncomfortable eye contact.. "There are things i regret i admit that. But i dont regret anything that has brought you guys into my life", he says while lifting your chin and smiling. You plaster a sad but meaningful smile on your face. "What else you got for me kid." Frank says while taking a bite out of his fry. You chuckle and look at your paper.

"So, how was i? Too detailed? Not enough details?" Frank asks while walking you to your apartment complex. Jamie had just gotten home. Its nearly dark out when you hear tires screech on the road. "You were percectly fi-" you're cut off by frank taking you to the ground, and sound of gunshots, and a burning feeling in your chest and leg. The dark SUV drifted off before you could process what happened. "Are you okay??" Frank asks while his security team asks the same of him. "Yeah" you faintly whisper with a rasp in your voice. Franks face is plain until he looks at your chest. You look down too and see blood pooling. Frank takes his hands and puts them on your wound making you flinch and groan. "You're gonna be okay y/n, just listen to the sound of my voice", is all you hear while your vision gets blurred and you slowly lose consciousness.

You wake up in the hospital with all the reagans surrounding you. "Y/n". Jamie says your name as he's sitting on a chair beside your hospital bed. You groan as you try to shift positions. "Agh, what happened". Jamie puts a hand on your shoulder "just lay down, relax." "You were shot y/n. In the chest and leg." Danny says. Linda is beside you too, rubbing your arm. She's always been like a mother to you so it was actually quite comforting, which was her initial goal. "We're gonna find who did this to you, i promise" frank says while reaching into his coat pocket to make some calls. He walks out of the room and starts talking to somebody on the phone. "Let me know if you need anything, and i mean anything".."thank you aunt erin" you say while weakly smiling. Your father, Jamie, kisses you on the forehead and leaves the room.

Its been 2 weeks and you're finally getting discharged. Feeling nothing but relief to sleep in your own bed again, eating seasoned foods that aren't bland. You order your dad to stop by the market to get you some jell-o. You've became addicted to it in the hospital and craved more. He agreed after you used your crippled status as a defeating moment. "Take it easy okay?" Jamie says as you make your way on the wheelchair. "I'll be fine I swear.". As you leave the hospital you can sense theres more than your additional family member outside waiting for you, and you were right. Frank ordered officers to 1, take you home and 2, stand gaurd outside of your apartment building. He'd offered you come stay at his home but you just wanted to lay in your bed. Jamie helped you into the back of the car. Your cast on your leg making it extra hard. He hands you your crutches and goes into the driver seat, telling frank we'll be just fine without the escort home.

You arrive home and eddie janko is there. You're crutches are giving you a hard time so she made it easier for you and met you half way. "Hiiii!!!" You say excited. Eddie was like another mother to you so seeing her after what happened instantly made you 1000x better. "Aww i heard about what happened, are you okayy".."yeah i will be. Thank you for coming though I've been wanting to see you" you say while smiling ear to ear, happy your second favorite person in the world is there with you. "Anything for you".."Cmon sweetie lets go inside" jamie says, worried your arms might give out relying on those crutches. You make it up the elevator to your home and head straight for the stairs. You freeze and stare at them in defeat. "Uh dad".."yeah?" He says while closing and locking the door. "Can i get some help". He looks at you and starts to laugh under his breath at the fact that you completely forgot you had stairs. He lifts you up bridal style and takes you up to your room.

Its sunday and you're getting ready for sunday dinner over franks place. You're trying to put on some pants and slide them over your cast but you're having a hell of a hard time. Eddie knocks on your door. "You need help with that?".."yes. Please. Im getting hot and stressed" while you let out a tired chuckle. "Ive had so many casts this is like muscle memory for me." Eddie says while kneeling and smiling. "Thank you for being here. I really appreciate it. Im glad my dad doesnt have to help me all by himself."..."of course. And i want you to know im not just doing this for your dad im doing it for you too. You both need a break it looks like"..."yeah you got that right" you say while laughing and eddie joins in. "Hey you guys ready to go?" Jamie walks in with your shoes and crutches. "Yeah dad lets go".

You arrive at franks place and is greeted like a lost puppy. You dont know how to feel about it but you were just shot twice so you let it slide for now. You guys are sitting at the table eating when your uncle danny mentions the person who shot you. Danny - "well, thank God the person who shot you is no longer in the streets" Y/n - "you guys arrested him? Why did nobody tell me?" You say while smiling. Danny - "well... we didnt exactly arrest him" y/n - "what do you mean?... you killed him?" Danny - "we seen the shot and took it y/n." Y/n - "right but why." Henry - "y/n he shot you. Did you expect them to just let him live" y/n - "no but it was the right thing to do!" You say while your voice shakes and cracks. Danny - "he shot you y/n!! And who knows who else he was thinkin about killing! Mind you, you arent the only one in new york he could've had his eyes on!" Y/n - "Yeah! I know that but you dont go around killing people in my name! I lived! And his life doesnt substitute for mine even if i didnt!!" You yell and grab your crutches to walk out. "Y/n!" Jamie yells after you while you leave to go sit in the living room. "She's right ya know" frank says as he takes a spoonfull of food in his mouth.

You refuse to talk to anyone and tell jamie to take you home. He does as he's asked to prevent any other arguing.

You're sitting in bed, blaming yourself for your shooters death when jamie comes in with the rest of your dinner you left. "Thank you" you smile and take the plate and spoon. Jamie sits next to you and put his arm around you. "Its not your fault you know"..."how"..."your uncle danny made a decision. Maybe that decision wasn't his to make but he made it. And he got a killer off the streets because of it. We didn't tell you this but, that guy, he was a killer. He took people away from their families. Mothers, fathers, daughters. People like that have no humanity. No guilt. No respect. Uncle danny made the decision that one life would save hundreds more. The life of the victims, the life of the cops who work the case, and the life of the families. Maybe it was the right decision maybe it wasn't. Who are we to decide that. But one thing i do know is that this is not your fault and it will never be your fault. Its his for putting a price on life.". You nod and look up at him. "Thank you dad" while he kisses your forehead. He takes a spoon of your food and eats it. "This is really good". You both laugh and look at eachother while he rests his head on the top of yours. "I love you y/n" "i love you too"

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I redid the end 3 times. Hope it was worth it.

[goldenhawk-k]

👁👁

your tim survives the unknowing headcanons, hand em over 🖐🖐

omg i'm so glad you asked teehee

trigger warning for tim typical suicidal ideation

ok, before we start, to be clear, this is not a list of hcs where tim lived bc he became an avatar. if you want those ur gonna have to WAIT for my end!tim au. this is an au where he survived the unknowing as just a normal guy by pure miracle, ok? ok. awesome.

Tim was in a coma for about a week, and then was quickly put into a medically induced coma for another six because his body was so deeply fucked up. In total, he was out for about seven weeks.

Jon threw himself over Tim during The Unknowing in hopes of saving him. Ultimately, it saved his life (just barely, though. like, if the first responders arrived five minutes later, they wouldn't have been able to save him).

However, due to their positioning, Jon was only able to cover Tim's torso and head.

His legs got pretty much destroyed by the debris from the explosion.

After he wakes up, he's an ambulatory wheelchair user. When not in his wheelchair, he uses elbow crutches.

Anyways. back to when he first wakes up

When he first wakes up from his coma, he's confused. Obviously he's confused, he was asleep for seven weeks.

Once he realizes what happens, he's so fucking angry because he thought he finally got out of everything, he thought he was dead, his brother had been avenged, so what the fuck else is he here for?

He's incredibly suicidal when he first wakes up. It only worsens when the nurse tells him his mom visited him exactly once when he was asleep, within the first two weeks, and hasn't been back since.

(He tries to call her. That was the most contact they've had since Danny went missing, and he missed it.)

(She doesn't answer.)

(...the worst part is that Tim wasn't even expecting her to.)

He just kinda. Assumes that Jon's dead, but when Basira visits in the week he's being kept in the hospital, she tells him that Jon's 'technically' alive

"What do you mean technically" "...the nurses told me not to stress you out."

Tim DEMANDS to go visit Jon.

The nurses originally said no, but Tim started ripping out his IV, and they conceded.

He gets wheeled into the room they're keeping Jon in and every bit of anger towards him just vanishes.

He looks so small and fragile, and it reminds Tim of the friend he had in research.

He misses Jon so much.

Now this is the point where it could split into my "Tim is in Martin's place in s4 - Tim becomes a lonely avatar" au but this is not the post for that but know that is something that is in my head.

Tim takes to sitting by Jon's bedside at least three times a week, but it's usually more as he can't even get into the archive for the first month he's awake.

The reason he can't is that he's still going through physical therapy to work his elbow crutches. And you KNOW the magnus institute isn't fully accessible so he literally can't get down those stairs to the archive.

So. he sits with Jon most the time.

He has a civil relationship with melanie. she's going through her own slaughter shit. Basira and him get along well enough. But the main person he talks to is Jon's nearly lifeless body.

Jon hears ever bitch and complaint of Tim's life from the time he woke up.

If Tim cried in Jon's room, he'll never tell. Not like Jon would know either.

Things all go to hell after the flesh attacks the archive, which was one of the few days he's actually in the archives with his elbow crutches. he's nearly killed when basira leaves him

(i like basira btw but you know she'd leave people behind if it were to save either her or daisy. thats like. one of her character traits)

He sits by Jon more

And Tim never expects Jon to wake up, so when he comes in one day and Jon's sitting up, breathing, he turns around and leaves the hospital.

He comes back two days later and they talk.

And that's all my thoughts really. Bonus hc is that Tim has a sportier design of wheelchair with no handlebars or armrests and it's purple bc he needed something to lift him up.

Double bonus hc: tim has a few stickers on his crutches. he never buys them, but if he finds or just gets a sticker, that's where he puts them bc it makes him a little happier

[seaglass-skies]

A prompt for you: wing au, Sam and Tucker figure out how to calm down a frazzled Danny who hasn't slept in days: apparently, scratching the insides of his wings feels *really* soothing.

u come into my house and give me excellent prompts smh smh

At one point, Danny was afraid he’d never get his wings. Most people have theirs at least start to grow in long before they make it to high school, and his obvious lack of so much as a single feather was just yet another thing to paint a target on his wingless back. His dad’s wings apparently grew in late, too, but not this late.

His dad also didn’t step into an interdimensional portal as it opened when he was fourteen.

So. Danny had been, rightfully if you ask him, kinda worried. 

Now he almost wishes the things had never grown in.

“They won’t stop itching,” he gripes, squeezing the pillow he’s been half tearing apart in an effort to not scratch his brand new wings off. “And even if I do manage to fall asleep, I just end up waking up twenty minutes later with a feather up my nose or half my stuff knocked across the room!”

Tucker gives a sympathetic pat to his knee, glancing up from where he’s fiddling with some new tech on the bed next to him. “You’ll get used to it, man. Just, you know, maybe move your stuff further away from your bed?” 

Danny shoots him a half-hearted glare, but doesn’t have a good response to that. Tucker has a point, it’s just… ugh, when is he supposed to have time to reorganize his room when he barely has time to try to sleep? He’d have to move things and find new hiding spots for things and maybe actually have to… find… find what? Where was that train of thought going again?

He looks up, blinking blearily at the purple and cream blur that’s suddenly way too close to his face. He starts with a yelp when the blur resolves into Sam’s face, one eyebrow pointedly raised as she leans over Tucker’s shoulder. “Dude, seriously, are you gonna be okay? Do we need to call in backup for tonight?”

Danny leans back with a sigh, blinking hard a few times but waving her off. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m just tired, you know?” He misses the two exchanging a look, too busy half-grumbling to himself and glaring a hole in the floor. “I don’t know how you guys have been dealing with this. It’s like- no matter what I do, they’re just… there. In the way. All the time!”

Sam huffs a sigh and comes around to the front of the bed, crossing her arms and giving him a look. “Alright. Scooch over.” He blinks up at her, more than a little confused, but does shuffle over when she starts making a shoo motion at him. Tucker grumbles a little as he’s forced to move over, too, but eventually there’s enough space for Sam to sit on Danny’s other side. 

“Now, lay down.” 

Sam looks at him expectantly. He stares back, trying really hard not to sound as incredulous as he feels when he answers. “Uh. I mean. Big wings? In the way? Kinda the whole thing I was complaining about?” Welp. He did not succeed at all.

Sam just rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” She nudges his shoulder with one of her own sandy wings, waving toward the cushion. “Just trust me, okay?” 

He glances at Tucker and gets a super helpful shrug from him, so figures he should probably just go with whatever at this point. With a sigh, he shuffles again until he can lie down between Sam and Tucker. He makes a valiant effort not to take out anyone’s eye with his wings, and decides to take it as a win when the only casualty is Tucker’s glasses getting knocked a bit sideways. Even if it does earn him a glare.

He is now also profoundly uncomfortable, with his mostly new joints squished under his back and a bunch of his feathers bent the wrong way. He seriously should’ve listened to Jazz when she warned him not to get too used to sleeping on his back. Oh well. “Soooo. Now what?”

“Soooo, now we’re gonna help you get to sleep.” “We?” Tucker pointedly straightens his glasses and gives Sam a look.

Sam is not impressed. “Yes. We.”

Danny strongly debates both if he has the energy to laugh and also if it would be worth it. Instead, he just about jumps out of his skin at the feeling of a hand brushing through his feathers. “Uhhh, Sam. What are you doing?”

“This is gonna feel weird at first, and I’ll stop if you want, but let me try-”

He stares up at her, trying really hard not to jump when she leans over him, and only relaxing when he realizes that she’s just straightening the messed up feathers. He grumbles a little, something about doing that himself, but. It is decidedly easier than using intangibility to reach through himself to reach the really stubborn ones. He doesn’t really get why she was being so pushy about it, or how this is supposed to help him sleep, even if it is kind of nice, but-

Oh. Okay. She starts scratching at the inside of his secondary feathers, finally, finally scratching that itch that never leaves now, and he thinks a part of him actually fully melts. It’s not the same as his frantic, frustrated scraping- she’s gentle about it, careful, and it reminds him of how nice it feels to have someone running their fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp…

Not that he will ever admit that out loud to anyone, at all, ever. 

Except after about five seconds of this his core starts to purr, the absolute traitor. He hears Tucker snort and half heartedly bats a hand in his general direction. He misses entirely, but it’s the principle of it. 

He doesn’t know when he shut his eyes, but he also doesn’t care enough to open them again.

He’s also pretty sure that Sam has gotta be giving him an unbearably smug look right now, so. There’s that too.

“Alright, dude. I got you.” Tucker sounds like he’s trying not to laugh, and Danny shoots him a quick one eyed glare. Not much of one, considering he feels like he’s turning into half-ghost putty, but still. He lets himself relax again, dimly registering the sound of something being put down. Danny’s proud to say he only jumps a little this time, when Tucker moves to start combing through his other wing.

He definitely hears Sam laugh a little too when his purr gets louder, but he… can be mad about that later. Or never. Probably never. His head is heavy, he isn’t drowning in itchy pins and needles, and he’s… maybe not feeling as uncomfortable with his wings. Maybe. For now.

“See? Told you this’d work.”

He mumbles something incoherent, something that’s supposed to be a brilliant argument about how Sam didn’t actually explain anything at all, but. But. He thinks that maybe, just maybe, he actually could fall asleep like this.

He also has the distant thought that the only way Sam could’ve known this would work was if it also worked on her, but he also figures voicing that might get him double-murdered, so he keeps it to himself. And lets himself relax, surrounded by reminders that even if he’s got two incredibly annoying new limbs to deal with, he’s also got two incredible partners to help him make the best of things.

[starry-blue-echoes]

What if JonaPlat didn't really remember who he was until things triggered specific memories?

The fight he first appears into brings up memories of a boxing match, so that's enough to know he was, at one point, human.

Then Magician's Red triggers memories of Danny's death and the mansion fire and his own death, so now he's kinda freaked out realizing he got here by dying probably, but now he knows who Dio is when Joseph brings him up!

Maybe being helpless while Steely Dan torments the others brings up memories of being helplessly chained when William is sliced in half, and that's a whole different kick to the gut.

Maybe Iggy brings up memories of Danny.

Joseph does something he learned from Speedwagon and suddenly Jonathan remembers seeing Speedwagon do the same thing

And when he meets Dio face to face, he remembers finally everything Dio's done to him, maybe then puts the timeline in order to realize that's HIS body, and he's ready to finish what he started a hundred years ago.

Oooooooo this is a fun thought for a possible branch

Jonathan just. Waking up and having no idea what’s going on. He simply Exists and feels a strange tether to this one boy. He’s hesitant to fight, but the second they begin to harm Jotaro all inhibitions go out the window. He doesn’t know who he is, but something inside of him is practically SCREAMING that he can’t let Jotaro be harmed

He has a few pieces of his memory returned to him after the fight. Not enough, not nearly able to fill the void in his head, but it at the very least let’s him know that there was a Before. He thinks he has a handle on the memories…… but then Magician’s Red attacks them

It’s likely going to go even worse in this version than regular. In the regular version Jonathan at least knows what happened and why he’s here. This time though? He’s sitting there, still shaken by the fact Jotaro had nearly ended his own life and he’d nearly helped him do it, when suddenly a giant flaming bird is there and he’s hit by a TIDAL WAVE of emotions and memories. Of loss and hatred and terror and it’s burning it hurts he can’t breath he’s cold he’s dying dying dying and there’s screaming he can’t breathe he can’t-

And to make things even worse, Jotaro is ALSO going to be hit with these strange memories and emotions. He feels the terror and grief and pain that comes with experiencing death.

And neither of them have any idea what to do

Neither are able to ground themselves because they can’t even comprehend what’s knocked them off their feet. They don’t understand what they’re seeing or feeling, just that the other sees and feels it too and is just as confused and caught off guard by it

And from an outsider perspective…… things aren’t much better. For no known reason, Jotaro’s Stand has just started flipping out and Jotaro himself seems to be having something in between overstimulation and a panic attack. To say Joseph, Avdol and Holly would be worried about Jotaro’s mental state is…… a HUGE understatement

More on the memory thing though, I can definitely see this also leading to Jotaro being much more active in trying to figure shit out with Jonathan. Going to Egypt and killing Dio takes priority of course, but there’s a lot more back and forth when the two can about what the dreams mean and who the people in them are

And the Dio fight is…… it’s gonna be something. For this AU as a whole, Jotaro is honestly probably going to be even more traumatized because he’d also have to deal with having Jonathan’s memories of Dio and what he’d done on top of all the current trauma that’s being made. He remembers the social isolation, the death of his only companion, the rage at Erina being assaulted, the mourning of his father, friends, and technically even “himself”

it’s confusing and more than a few times the line between Jonathan and Jotaro has gotten a tad blurred, especially after they dream of Jonathan’s life

[missizzy]

Perc'ahlia Week Day Two Fic

The funeral of Lady Vex'ahlia de Rolo was probably the biggest event Whitestone had seen in years. Officially it wasn't really bigger than the funerals held for other Chamber members and such, except they had to extend the viewing of her body to a full week, because so many people came to pay their respects. (Also to give those who managed the tombs time to figure out how they were going to inter the bear with her.) But it sort of extended itself into the days before, with people canceling other events and holding personal wakes with their friends to commemorate her or just be there for each other, and it seemed every last inhabitant of Whitestone attended at least one of the day's official events.

After she (and Trinket) were at last laid to rest beside her husband, and the final song to the Dawnfather had been sung, much of the crowd still lingered in and around the castle. Its entrance hall and much of the ground floor remained open, and they had even hung all the paintings of the lady and her family in the hall for her mourners to see.

Noone had seen her two surviving children once the services had ended; word was they'd retreated upstairs. Some scanned for the surviving members of Vox Machina; about them, there was only word that the two gnomes had gone into the city.

As well as all the people of Whitestone, the various events had also been heavily attended by ravens. Some of those who had come from outside Whitestone had shown their confusion about it, and even more at the nonchalance of the city's inhabitants. But by now, even those people had gotten used to them, and nobody was looking at them much. Nobody noticed if one of them seemed to fly a little apart from the others, or looked at everything and everyone with sharper, more knowing eyes than the other birds did.

Keyleth still didn't take the form of a raven that often, and usually only when there were multiple other birds around. She never attempted to talk to any of them, either. It was just that she'd started feeling it as a weird comfort ever since that time when Vax had been captured and tortured and had been unable to send his ravens to her.

There weren't that many places in the hall for the ravens to perch, but Whitestone's inhabitants often welcomed them on their shoulders, so long as they were wearing something thick enough. There were plenty of Pale Guard about still in their pauldrons, and Keyleth landed on one of them, a certain young human man named Flanders, and settled down as he joined another half-elf Pale Guard-Manora, she thought her name was, and another human in front of the portraits. Manora was identifying the various people depicted for her companion's benefit. When she pointed to the painting of Vax, commissioned by Vex shortly after his death, Keyleth looked away. She'd never liked that picture of him.

"And that, of course, is Vesper," she continued. "I think this painting was done when she became Guardian after Cassandra finally stepped down."

"Wonder if she's ever going to step down," said Flanders. "The way she's going she could very well die still holding the Woven Stone, and then who gets it? I assume it's not gonna be her eldest-did he even show up today?"

"He came," said Manora. "I don't know for how long, but I spotted him with the other grandkids. But I'm pretty sure it's going to be Klarus over there." She gestured over to where Danny's Tiefling grandson was speaking to a whole knot of people near the castle entrance.

"A Tiefling?" the strange man asked. "And the townspeople won't object?"

"You're behind the times, Harold," she informed him. "What trouble these people might have given Tieflings when the first of them was born into the de Rolo family was gone by the time she died, having already gone down in history for putting in all the lights we're viewing these pictures by right now, and I've heard she even oversaw the first installations of them in Emon."

"That's right," said Flanders. "My grandmother said to me once that when she was a little girl, before Lord Percival de Rolo died, he and his youngest went to every house in Whitestone to put a light in."

That was actually an exaggeration; they'd had help. In fact, Keyleth couldn't help but feel a little sad Pike's involvement was apparently being forgotten.

But Flanders was continuing, "She told some other tales about Gwendolyn de Rolo, too. Everything from how she designed Rexxentrum's skyport to how she told off the High Warden of Syngorn and completely got away with it."

"I've heard about that one, too," said Manora. "Probably one of her mother's proudest days."

"What, really?" asked a surprised Harold. "I always thought she had better manners than that."

Even in her raven form, Keyleth felt herself shake with the supressed laughter. Manora didn't try to suppress it. Flanders took it differently, though, frowning and saying, "Do you have any idea how they still treat Tieflings in Syngorn? Lord de Rolo is even on record as having said he'd always disliked going there, first for how they treated his wife, and then later for how they were treating his various Tiefling descendants. And I think the twins always refused to go there at all after Leona ended up having two Tiefling children."

"They did," said Manora, "and their parents withstood considerable pressure to make them relent on it. I believe they even hounded poor Lady de Rolo about it at her husband's funeral."

It had been even worse than that. Keyleth had stayed with Vex for a couple of weeks after Percy's death, and she vividly remembered how the two elves who had accompanied Syldor had harassed both Vex and the twins the entire time they'd been there. Syldor hadn't joined them, but he hadn't stopped them either. Finally she'd gotten them both alone and she might have made a couple of threats that had endangered the diplomatic relations between Syngorn and the Ashari, and possibly also just about everyone north of them on the continent. Honestly, Keyleth was glad these people apparently hadn't heard about any of that.

Remembering those painful days, on top of her grief over now having lost Vex as well, was almost too much for Keyleth. She found herself retreating into the raven brain, tuning out the trio of young people for a little while, even tucking her head under her wings and muffling some still sorrowful chirps.

When she finally poked her head back out, Flanders, Manora, and Harold had joined a pair of half-Orcs in front of the most famous painting of Leona and Wolfe, done shortly after they'd turned fifty. They were talking a little quickly, and she didn't try to catch much of what they went over, but it sounded like the general common accounts of their exploits. These days probably more people knew about Leona and Wolfe than knew about their parents.

One of the two half-Orcs, whom Keyleth believed might have been called Leyla, turned out to have a mother who had fought alongside the twins in her youth, and even been friends with Wolfe's second wife. She could tell her mother's tales of what Leona had said to her soldiers before they'd ridden to face the Iron Authority, of the nights they all spent trying to keep warm in the Cliffkeeps, of how they had reacted when they'd received the news of their father's death.

"Is is true," Flanders asked her, "that after they both were killed in their final battle, there was a note found, addressed to their mother and signed by both of them, that asked that she only try to bring one of them back if they other was still alive, that if they fell together, she let them go?"

"I think so," said Leyla. "Mom didn't like to talk about it, though. Everyone who served under Leona and Wolfe were devastated when they were killed. The people they led loved them so much."

Vex hadn't wanted to talk about it much either. That had probably been an even more painful time for her than Percy's death had, especially since Gwen's health had been failing, making it clear she, too, was near her natural end. Keyleth remembered two days before the funeral, finding Vex sitting in the Widow's Garden, staring at the plants she and Percy had spent decades curating, and when Keyleth had sat down beside her, she'd just fallen against her and remained silent for a while.

And then, when she'd finally spoken, she'd said, "Percy was never entirely happy with the path the two of them took, especially with Leona wielding guns the way he used to. He accepted their choices, and he understood why they made them, but it never stopped causing him grief. What would he think now, Keyleth? Would he think we failed as parents?"

Keyleth had assured her he wouldn't, of course, and she genuinely didn't think he would. But her attempts to console Vex hadn't gone very well that day. It had in fact been Danny, who had found her mother shortly after she had, who had brought a smile to her face with his extended stories about his siblings, the reminders that they had not been just warriors.

Danny, whom this little group were now standing in front of. The painting of him had been done when he'd been in his forties, and had really started committing himself to the care and tending of the Parchwood, though Keyleth believed that he drew his power from the city as much as the woodlands. There were parts of the depiction of him that reminded Keyleth all too much of his namesake, but she knew that the way he and his surroundings were drawn was also done to be reminiscent of certain artistic depictions of she herself.

It was not a surprise, either, when her own name came up in relation to his: "Keyleth the Tempest herself mentored him. Although you know, she was lovers with Lady de Rolo's brother, the one who died young and had his nephew named for him. It's creepy if you think about it."

Well, it had been weird at first. That was maybe when and why Danny had really committed to the nickname. Since then, he'd been Danny, and Vax had been Vax, and Keyleth hadn't had any trouble with that anymore.

Manora's comment hadn't bothered her; she was long past being troubled by such chatter. Flanders, on the other hand, angrily snapped, ""Don't talk about either of them that way! She taught him how to protect this city, and it's thanks to what else she taught him he's going to be around to do it even after we're all dead."

That wasn't true, of course. Keyleth knew how to protect lands from elemental rifts, but Whitestone was threatened by different phenomena, and she'd mostly just helped Danny in figuring out how to deal with those. And getting up to the level of druid where his aging was slowed he had completely done himself. She was grateful he'd done it, though. He'd already lived enough of his lifespan first he wouldn't last nearly as long as her, but any friends she could keep for longer were good, especially one from the two she had now both lost.

So she minded less when the other half-Orc (Claude? She wasn't sure), said, "I thought that was Lady de Rolo herself who taught him how to guard the land. She took all five of her children out with the Grey Hunt at least briefly, although only the twins really stuck with it."

"She might have," said Manora. "Sometimes it feels like she had a hand in all the ways Whitestone has grown and prospered and been a place of accomplishments during the past century or so. She had to have monetarily, at least, and this was a woman who never stopped visiting people who were suffering loss or hardship, at much as she could practically manage, whose advice so often made up the Chamber's mind, who presided over every event in the city, became the face of it abroad after her husband's death."

She turned as she spoke to a portrait of Vex, one done about a decade or so after Percy's death. She had really started to show her age then, but this was a painter that made the lines on her face and the greying of her hair increase her feeling of dignity and wisdom. Trinket had been painted with her in this one, and the warmth with which her hand caressed him was easy for the viewer to interpret as symbolizing her kindness to all who had been under her care.

Keyleth had now been on Flanders' shoulder long enough her wings had started to itch, and so she alighted, chirping in response when first he and then his companions called out a farewell to her. Up she went, over the heads of the crowd, meandering her way towards the castle entrance and fresher, cooler air.

As main hall fell behind her, Keyleth briefly looked back. For a moment, she could see all of them there, Vex and Percy and their children, all of them young and strong again, making the world feel like it never stood a chance against them.

Then she turned and flew out into the city they had made together, now starting to stretch in size enough to completely fill her view, and dove down to find Scanlan and Pike, wherever they had gotten to in its bustling streets.

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Werewolf!Jazz background

Jazz was gifted a wolf totem [carved by a wolf bone?] by someone close to her, it was meant to protect warriors from evil spirits (as legend goes).

Unknown to either owner or customer it was cursed with the spirit of a wolf.

As of the activation from the portal, she has had dreams of running free as a wolf, though sometimes being hunted as well.

She believes that they're just dreams until she has the instinct to protect her brother and she transforms into a quadrupedal wolf with the colors corresponding to her hair.

[Bi-pedal werewolf will come, just not yet]

The first transformation makes her a tad feral, as the spirit takes control of her body. It's thanks to her brother that she hasn't been hunted down, and as the heightened emotion disappears now that Danny is safe, she transforms back into human.

[Or Danny knows nothing of the first or subsequent transformations, because either 1) she doesn't know Danny is Phantom [early in the series] 2) she doesn't want to burden her brother with this 3) she herself doesn't realize that she's been transforming to a wolf]

Only when she dreams of being a wolf and wake up as said wolf does she realize that she may have a problem.

So, the wolf spirit that was trapped in the totem wanted freedom, and Jazz unknowingly accepted the spirit because she accepted the gift. So now Jazz is the new host for the wolf spirit.

[Or its a warrior spirit in the form of a wolf, meant for protection, and if it's not within a vessel tied to protection than it just fades.] [I guess that through generations of owners it could've started to be seen as a curse because death surrounds it (its corrupted through belief but thanks to Jazz it purifies? Cures? The spirit of the negative influence) and Jazz "uses" the spirit as a way "to protect" her brother, and eventually others around her]

[SPIRITUAL SYMBIOTE? is what I was trying to remember]

Danny eventually does help her get a hold of whatever this spirit is [either if he knows in the beginning or he finds out later] [he either 1) freaks out and wants the spirit away from her 2) accepts it and silently happy about not being alone in the freaky department 3) a combination of both].

They do eventually find out that this spirit does not just run-on instinct and is...sapient? Sentient?

Jazz and the spirit come to an agreement of sorts. It’s allowed to use her has a vessel but when it comes to the transformations, she has to have control.

Then starts the training, the first fully aware transformation is painful into a quadruped. So, the wolf spirit gives Jazz access of only half its power. So, the next transformation is the bi-pedal form, uncomfortable at first but not painful.

Further work on senses, understanding instincts and where they lay, and sometimes keeping a tight lid on her anger. Particularly when Danny is in trouble.

[Oh boy, the reveal gone wrong trope]

Jazz is not the person to piss off, it also takes a lot to do so.

====== So, it’s kinda related to the Dragon Amulets, but the wolf spirit isn't tied to the totem, it's just temporarily caged.

I was gonna run it into Native American legends [I think I was gonna tap into the wendigo myth] as it was where the idea of the totem came from, but I didn't want be confused with research and misinterpreted Native American culture and lore (and get yelled at for it).

==== Another simpler idea was the Fenton family being cursed by witches to be connected to an animal spirit so that they would feel what it was like to be hunted.

And I guess the wolf spirit just connected to her better because of her Parents bigotry towards ghosts. [Influence to understand being hunted?]

[Also didn't want people to think that witches and witchcraft were all bad]

==== It's just, the idea that Jazz gets some kind of power, not related to the GZ/IR, but still dead related was too strong.

And the opportunity of pushing Jazz protecting her brother causes a transformation.

I do know there are Native American Myths and Legends about totems, Spirits, and protection. So, I wanted to incorporate that.

Ya'll have fun with your own backstories. I just can't help myself.

["Curse" can depend on perspective. One man's curse is another man's gift.]

@stealingyourbones @tourettesdog this is your fault (affectionate)