#Kryptonian!?Jack

[sugardaddy-glucoseguardian]

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Superman and Supergirl floated out of the way of the fight, most heroes knew not to impede on another's territory unless they looked like they truly needed it. Danny was thankful, this stupid Moose-Bear hybrid of Vlads was massive and an absolute ass. The predator and prey instincts clashed horribly making it Extremely Unpredictable.

By the end of the fight Danny was panting and covered in ectoplasm. He sighed wiping the ecto off his face and turned to the two visiting heroes.

"Uh hi? What's up?" Supergirl looked like she'd been crying and she flew closer,

"Can you understand me cousin?"

Danny shot Supergirl a weird look, obviously he could, why would she ask?? Also, cousin???

"Uuhhhhh I think you've got some bad information-"

Supergirl burst into tears and drug him into a hug!

"So it's true!! Another of us landed on this planet, only to die so young! I'm so sorry cousin that I could not save you from your fate!"

She sobbed on Danny's shoulder and he just shot a bewildered look to Superman.

Who... is also crying. Great.

"OK why don't we calm down and get some water and talk this all through yeah? My place is just over this way."

(AN: Good reveal, good Fenton parents, only the parents know not the whole town)

........

Clark looked around the oddly shaped building. So many guns in the walls??? Phantom was half carrying a still crying Kara into the house. It hurt Clark to think they were on the same planet and he hadn't even known, hadn't been there to help him. Actually... how did he die? Superman and Supergirl are known for their invulnerable skin??? Before he could ask, large lumbering footsteps came bounding up the stairs from the basement, the lead lined basement....

Clark was suddenly on edge.

What if he died because he was experimented on in that basement and killed?? What if they were trying to figure out how to cut through their tough alien hide??

The door burst open and out stepped a man that could've been Clark's brother. He stops so short he drops to the ground from his hovering.

What? Was.. was this the missing cousin? The age is correct. And then Phantom? Maybe a child of his that passed away? But again, how?

"MADS!! WEVE GOT GUESTS!!!" Clark tried not to flinch at the man's volume, then a woman popped out from behind the man, smaller, lithe with muscle and light on her feet, clearly trained. Her auburn hair bounced off her chin as she shook her head at her husband's antics.

"Honey, inside voice." She smiled and turned toward Clark. This time he heard Kara's sharp intake of breath.

"What?"

Clark glanced at her, she was studying Mrs.Fenton like he had just studied Mr.Fenton.

"But that can't be, I thought.."

Madeline perked up, her striking violet eyes met Kara's, and Clark realized he had never seen a human with violet eyes.

"hello"

was quietly whispered from Madeline Fenton.

Clark, Kara, and Phantom all whipped their heads back and forth between the others in the room.

"HAHAHA, what?" Jack asked.

DCxDP Fanfic idea: The Cousin

Clark had always known that Krypton was an entire planet with more than just a few cities scattered about, but it was a very distant knowledge that he grew up with.

Yes, it was sad that he was among the few Kyptonians left in the universe, but Clark has always considered himself human before anything else. He was Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent's son long before he learned of his identity as Kal-El.

It made him feel guilty that he preferred being Clark Kent to Kal-El, but it was the honest truth, as mean as it was.

Kara had once accused him of not understanding what it mean to have lost their home planet like she did. She often pointed out that his Kryptonese sounded like someone who had learned it as a second language. She also claimed that he was only pretending to be Kryptonian in another argument, and the worst was when she stated he wasn't Kryptonian enough. She raged because she was mourning the loss of her planet and people, and lashing out at him was easier.

He knew that, but it still stung, though not in the way she wanted. It stung because of the guilt: He agreed that he was prouder to be considered an Earthling than a Kryptonian.

He couldn't help that English rested more comfortably on his tongue or the scents of Earth's food were far more appetizing than the meals Kara made (As close to her family's recipes as she could. There were some spices Earth similarly couldn't substitute)

His rocket ship was his parents' attempt to stuff as much of their culture as they could into it before their people were wiped out. He tried hard to learn everything they managed to save, but he didn't connect to it as strongly as he did in history class listening to the USA's humble beginnings.

He felt guilty about that, too.

When they found Kon-El, he let Kara give him a name, only to later discover what Kon in Kryptonian meant. By that point, the clone had built an entire identity out of the name, and seeing his cousin's smug smirk made his insides turn.

He didn't like the clone, but he didn't think the boy deserved that. Though Clark should have done something, eventually, he would help rebrand the name, shifting the translation of the more modern (or it was before Kypton was no more) to an older Kryptonian one. Although Kara acted like he was destroying more of their culture, Clark felt it was better this way.

It was a struggle to be trapped between two worlds, but Clark knew which one he would choose every single time.

Then Bruce found the boy.

As usual, Bruce kept an eye on all major powers, including up-and-coming heroes. He first gained wind of the young hero in Amity Park from a young Wes Weston, who posted daily about Phantom. Since Phantom seemed to fall under the jurisdiction of the Justice League Dark, Clark didn't pay much attention to him.

Bruce had eyes on the young hero and had sent Robin to offer training and support, but the boy seemed much more interested in staying in his own part of the world and fighting the dead. Clark could respect that.

All heroes had an area that was undoubtedly theirs, and Phantom picked the most haunted place in the country to protect. It made sense. Months went by with Bruce occasionally bringing up the boy in meetings, to either update them on his work or praise the child for his missions in that weird, emotionless way Bruce talked as Batman.

Then, one day, Kara barged into the meeting, about to argue for her right to join the Justice League, when her eyes landed on the hologram of Phantom, which was frozen in place. Her mouth opened and closed, eyes wide, before she blurted out, "You found someone from the house of Lor-Van!?"

"What?" Clark sat up, recognizing his mother's maiden name.

"Look at his chest! That's the Lor-Van symbol!" Kara screeched, hope starting to bloom in her eyes. "He's your cousin, Kal. Likely from your mother's young brother! I heard he was attempting to make a rocket on the other side of Kypton, but I never knew if he was successful....but he must have! He has your mother's eyes!"

Clark feels like someone kicked him in the chest. His voice cracks as he asks, "There were other refugees from Kypton?"

Whatever glee was on Kara's face died a painful death as she turned away, hiding her tears. "Not everyone believed Uncle Jor, but not everyone thinks he was lying. They just didn't make it."

The silence in the meeting hall is heavy. Clark is only half aware of his teammates shooting unsure glances between the two aliens until Bruce clears his throat. "If Phantom is truly of house Lor-Van, I think it's time to approach him again, especially since he's a ghost. Anyone with magic can take control of him."

"Oh," Kara's voice is small. "He didn't make it either."

Clark leaps to drag Kara into a hug. She goes willingly, but doesn't hug back as she stays stiff as a board, hiding her face in his chest. "He should have been your age. Makes sense why he's still a teenager."

He doesn't know what to say to make her feel better. Nothing will feel better when you lose your entire world.

"We could go meet him, " he offers instead. Clark feels Kara move her head against his chest in one brisk nod, but it's enough for him to excuse himself from the rest of the League. They wave away his apology, offering to come with them for moral support, but Clark feels it's something he and Kara should be able to handle on their own.

She's crying on her way back to Earth, aiming for the part of the planet that houses Amity Park. Clark could have just had the Zeta beams from the Watch Tower, but he felt a flight would have done her some good.

"I don't know why I'm sad," She laughs wetly. "It's not like he's my cousin. He's a cousin of a cousin. I just thought...."

"I know," he tells her, pretending not to see the flooding tears behind her. Maybe we can find out what happened to him."

Maybe he was raised on Earth before his early death. Maybe Phantom is like me. Clark says, but he hopes. Even if it were a ghost, it would be nice to have someone understand.

The two Supers don't say anything else as they re-enter Earth's skies, and they can spot a ain't green glowing monster fighting against another smaller white glowing figure on the horizon.

[satoshy12]

Kryptonian Fentons

Because Superman calls himself the Last Son of Krypton. Other living Kryptonian families in the galaxy don't talk to him or look for him. He wants to feel special, so make him feel special.

So Danny learns from his Mom and dad when he learns he is an alien. Best day ever!! Jazz said she was sure Superman didn't mean it that way, but she hadn't thought of looking for him either.

Maybe he really does feel that way, but it's not healthy to do so after others have been found. Like his cousin Supergirl.

The Fentons don't even mean it the mean way or thinking badly about it. But when they found out about him, and he said he was the last of his kind. Well, if he wants to be the last, let him be the last. They are busy with their work and being parents, teaching Jazz not to fly in the air.

[zylev-blog]

Kryptonian Jack Fenton and a reveal gone right. Jack, who already bodies walls and treats red lights as suggestions, is one of the first people to avoid when going in public in Amity Park. Any newcomer learns this lesson straight from the start. After Dru-Zod’s attack and the releasing of Kryptonian prisoners, Batman/Bruce builds a device that senses Kryptonian DNA anywhere on the planet. They track down all of the missing prisoners, but for some odd reason, they’re getting three more hits in Illinois. Clark decides to go with Diana disguised by civilians and they learn all about the Fenton family. They learn more than they bargain to when they personally witness Jack picking a car up and throwing it at a ghost, then using the remains of that car to plug up the fire hydrant that broke during the fight and had been spewing water everywhere. (That didn’t even remotely solve the problem) Danny, as a human, dodges a blast from the ghost and uses his superspeed to grab a thermos from their house and return within seconds to ‘soup’ the ghost. The entire town ignores the superhuman acts of the Fentons, squaring the actions away as normal Fenton bullshit.

[bet-on-me-13]

Harley and Ivy meet Jazz while she's Interning at Arkham, and think she's their daughter from the Future. Somehow.

They're not wrong.

Turns out the Fentons decides to test a Prototype Ghost Portal one day 18 years ago and accidentally made a Time Portal instead. Deeming the experiment a Failure, they were just about to close it and start again when a Baby was launched out of it and into Jack's arms.

The moment he looked into her Eyes he knew he wanted to keep her. Maddie was much the same.

They did Try to return her at first, but turns out the Portal was Unstable and constantly shifting between dozens of different TimeZones, so they could never find where/when she came from. She could either be from Earth 18 years later, or Mars 5 Million Years Ago. No way to tell.

So without any other option they decided that she was their Daughter now.

It helped that she looked so much like them, and that both had been in the Lab for 9 Months straight building the Portal so nobody would question the sudden Baby. They just told the Hospital they had an At Home Delivery and officially made her their Daughter.

They raised her believing that she was their's Biologically, because after a while they honestly forgot she wasn't.

Now Jazz is working as an Intern at Arkham Asylum, and has met the 2 Patients she will be helping take care of.

Doctor Pamela Isley, and Doctor Harleen Quinzel. Aka, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn.

This should be an interesting internship.

[dclovesdanny]

2/3

Dcxdp trope twist

So, maybe taking Pariah’s crown was a bad idea, but he had meant it as a “rubbing salt in the wound” thing, not a “I want your power” thing. Now, he had been having trouble with his abilities being too strong and unpredictable along with new ones developing.

Luckily, his parents thought he was a meta. Unluckily, they were sending him to his great aunt and great uncle’s farm to learn how to control it. Apparently their son had had similar issues?

All Danny could hope was that he didn’t accidentally destroy the Kent’s farm.

[nelkcats]

Jack Fenton is a Kryptonian, he was saved thanks to his parents (who suspected that something bad would happen to their planet and sent him away) and ended up at the Fenton farm, they, accustomed to the eccentric, simply adopted him.

Jack was never interested in his origins or looked for an answer to his "strange abilities", he simply dedicated himself to the farm and adopted the Fentons as his own family.

Clark Kent learns of his existence after a hospital detects something strange in Danny Fenton after his accident, and those are not ghost abilities.

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

"Batman has a contingency plan for everyone in the justice league" false, one angry look from wonder woman and that sub'll fall in line

[un-pearable]

krypton is a gaping hole in kal-el.

clark kent is, according to his driver’s license and his about me blurb that prints increasingly smaller on his corner of the new dailyplanet.com, a classic sweetheart from western kansas with a bachelors in journalism and a one bedroom half bath three streets and a bus ride away from the daily planet in the heart of downtown metropolis. clark kent is celebrating his recent win - getting the printer to work without the hinge suffering a sheer fracture - with an extra sugar packet in his second cup of joe for the day and humoring his next desk neighbor’s heckling over it.

kal-el — superman — is the man receiving the mayor’s accolades with the world and the laser focused glare of the police chief weighing on his shoulders. according to, kal-el is,

clark kent is the well-meaning dork who never quite grew into his size and was bullied in high school, when asked he recounts being too sickly to join the football team and too unpopular to get over it. clark kent arrives early and works late to work off his four and a half years of student loan debt. clark kent has childhood friends, and an ex-girlfriend, and a budding romance with the abrasive, dyslexic, isn’t-she-just-lovely lois lane at the desk next to him who’s recently recruited him as her partner-in-foiling-crime.

superman — kal-el — has a baby blanket wrapped around his shoulders, a hunk of metal in a barn a couple thousand miles away, and a name with syllables even his mother can’t pronounce. a logo on his chest that he does not know and a dedication to love and truth and saving that is deeply, entirely human.

krypton is an aching absence in kal-el. krypton is the word he carries in his mind for when he fumbles his keys and almost breaks the doorknob, for when he hunches and smears his glasses. krypton is the lack of an explanation. krypton is, simply put, not. krypton is to kal-el not what kansas is to clark kent. kansas excuses the overfriendliness and the impromptu vacation days “to care for his ailing mother” and the handiness with a tractor. krypton is the torch they carry alongside their pitchforks when the bludgeoning begins. krypton is the response when the tragedy is unpreventable, when the wariness pitches into fear.

krypton is the world he holds in his heart when he can’t help but wonder. krypton is the sword his enemies hold over his head — a condemnation, a promise, a hope — and lord over him. the world is trapped in memories not his own, preserved in the perverted motives of those who would trade lives for tradition.

krypton is, later, eventually, a bridge. kal-el, an ambassador from a culture he’s borrowed to the one he was fated. clark kent, a haven. krypton is a girl in a spaceship of her own, fleeing from a krypton that was.

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 3

“Dr. (L/N), you have a visitor.”

“Send them in.” You call absentmindedly.

The person was guided inside and you intended to address them right after you’d finished filing for the most recent item you were about to put in the archive.

“Good morning, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just got one of each donut.”

The voice caught you off guard and you placed the item down, spinning around. Sweets was holding a box of donuts, a broad smile on his face. He moved over placing it on the desk.

“I’m not trying to interfere with your work, so I’ll get out of your hair. See you at lunch.”

You were gaping at him as if he’d sprouted an extra head. He just wore a proud smile, strutting out of your office. For a moment you just stood there, unsure of what just happened. You were positive that you’d literally threatened the man to never come within a hundred feet of you. Much less show up at your office with a treat.

Your eyes directed at the box and you clenched your jaw. You really wanted to set the damn thing on fire. But you didn’t need the hassle of a fire drill right now.

So you carried on with your day as if nothing happened. Maybe it was a fluke. He was testing the waters.

Testing you.

You weren’t gonna fold.

When lunch rolled around you were careful to leave the office. Usually you have lunch there because you always seem to get lost in your work. Yet, since the encounter you haven’t had much luck focusing on your work.

You settled for the diner close by. Your hope is that the meal will distract you long enough to figure out his angle. Picking at your fries, you sigh heavily.

“What a coincidence.”

You jolt, turning at the voice.

Sweets took a seat opposite you.

“I was stopping by to bring lunch to you, but this works too.”

He was wearing a smile, and you clenched your fist on the table.

“What are you playing at?”

“Despite what you might think, I’m not here to cause you harm. I just want to be your friend. From your reactions it’s clear that you don’t have many that you truly trust with anything. You’re accomplished but you have no ties. You were adopted as a teen. You’ve lived in Washington all your life.”

You can’t believe it, he did a background check.

If you even didn’t trust him before that’s amplified now.

“You’re not exactly selling yourself as a comrade. I don’t need friends. I’m warning you.”

“I believe everyone needs friends. Humans strive for social interaction Unless you’re not human.”

He caught the slight tenseness in your shoulders.

“Interesting. Well I suppose we’ll be getting closer. I have to get back. This was a nice talk.”

He stood, and despite the purely venomous look, he was still smiling straight until the point that he exited.

“I’m going punch a hole in his stupid face.”

He’d definitely gotten under your skin.

Those little meetings went on for a while.

He’d pop up at the craziest times with a smile and lunch. Then he’d start chatting like you’d been buddies all your life. You couldn’t figure out his game, or why he wasn’t running like a headless chicken away from you.

A week of the strange behavior and you finally decided to confront him. You had meant to do it privately, but he was just sitting there chatting with Booth and Brennan as you held the documents in your hand that you needed Camille to sign before she left. The second he saw you, he smiled, waving you over and your anger increased.

“Hey, join us for dinner. We were about to head out for a meal.”

Angela and Hodgins walked over, and it became clear that this was a friendly gathering. One you had no interest in joining.

“No thanks, I just need a signature.”

Camille understood.

“Oh, let me grab a pen.”

Brennan’s office was closest, she did a little shuffle, grabbing a pen off the desk as she moved back over, taking the files from your hands.

“So what are we having tonight?” Hodgins asked.

“I don’t know, we should let (Y/N) pick since it’s her first time with us.” Sweets suggested.

Camille clicked the pen, handing you the clipboard back.

“Here you go, so what are we feeling for tonight? Any suggestions?” She inquired.

Sweets sent a smile your way. You gripped the papers, trying to stay neutral. You didn’t want to lose your temper, but this felt like a game. Sweets must have been messing with you.

“My new friend has the call.” Sweets informed.

That comment made you snap.

“I’M NOT YOUR FRIEND!!”

The entire space went quiet after your yell. Your glare was fixated on Sweets.

“You’re nothing to me, we aren’t friends, do you understand that!! Your entire existence is insignificant to me!!”

It was cruel to say that, but you hated this. Being toyed with. Like you were some puppet for him to pull. He knew your secret and he was dangling it in front of your face. It was a declaration that he could out you at any time. At any point you could become some experiment because he knew about your weakness. He must have figured it out by now. This must have been his play.

Nothing else made sense to you.

“Alright, let’s all take a breath.”

Booth moved between the both of you, and you stepped back. You were furious. When you finally got yourself to calm down, you could see it, the judgment they wore. It was normal. You’d ripped into their friend for what seemed like no reason. To them, you must look like a complete bitch because all he’d been offering was company.

Huffing, you lower your head.

“I’m sorry. Please excuse me.”

Just like that you were turning to leave.

Saddened looks were exchanged before they decided to leave. They expected Sweets to follow them, but he sent a smile, shaking his head.

“I’ll have a word with her.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? It’s pretty obvious she prefers her own company. It’s possibly the reason behind her outburst. Your attempt for inclusion backed her into a corner.” Brennan’s words caused Booth to sigh.

“Bones, times like this are when you say good luck, you got this.”

“Oh, well good luck. You got this.”

Her usual flat tone caused the rest of them to stifle their laughs.

Sweets followed you all the way up to your office. When he knocked on the door and entered, he could see the anger in your gaze, doubled with fear. He closed the door, ready to plead his case.

“Listen-”

“Is this some kind of game!! Do you think it’s funny to toy with me! You have no idea how difficult this is. What right do you have to do this? I haven’t done anything wrong. Don’t you think that I would much prefer to be on my planet with my own people! I have no one left of my kind and now you’re holding my faith in your hands!”

He hadn’t truly understood the seriousness of the situation until he saw the tears. He thought that if he came off as a friend, it would help you to be more relaxed around him. He realizes now that the tactic must have felt like a mock.

A way to control you.

“I’m alone in this world..I have..no one..”

You were sobbing, and he moved closer. With your defenses weakened, you seem a lot less like you were going to punch a hole through his body. Your shaky gaze looked up, and it broke his heart to see that look again. That fear, just like when you were in that bedroom bleeding out on the floor. You were terrified that he would tell someone. This whole time you were scared.

“I’ll never tell anyone your secret. I’d sooner die. You saved me and I owe you my life. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to be your friend.”

His words sound sincere and when he reaches out, it’s hesitant. He places it on your shoulder, and to his surprise, you don’t flinch or pull away. He takes one more step, pulling you to his chest.

At that very moment, it seems like the right thing to do.

Apparently it was, because slowly, you hug him back. 

[cryptocollectibles]

DC Comics Presents #84 (August 1985) by DC Comics

Written by Bob Rozakis, drawn by Jack Kirby, Alex Toth & Greg Theakston.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCXDP fanfic idea: You ARE the Father.

Clark Kent gets a call from his old high school situationship. Really, he liked her well enough, but both had agreed they did not want to stay stuck in Smallville forever.

Clark wanted to go to the big city for journalism, and Maddie wanted to go into the sciences - she was unsure if she wanted to do organic chemistry or engineering. His parents supported his dream, Maddie's....not so much.

While she did come from a family of intelligent women, the Paynes believed they should stay on the family farm to support the family. They could not understand why Maddie wanted to be strong and independent woman if all that would bring her was dying alone.

According to them, no man wanted a disobent wife. She argued too much with men and often wouldn't back down from her stance.

Apparently, that made her "unlady" like.

Clark never saw it. Personally, he thought women with backbone, who wouldn't take anyone shit, was insanely attractive. That's why he had approached her at the local science fair where she was steaming by her impressive solar energy powered homemade phone.

Her mother had just finished reminding her that her first place in a small high school fair was nothing to be proud of. It was, after all, only Smallville, and really, there wasn't much competition anyway.

Clark told her that she was likely the smartest person in their entire state and he was in awe by her. Maddie kissed him behind the gym the science fair was being held.

Her family forbade her from dating, which made the kiss somehow more exciting.

They met up regularly to sneak kisses or lend a sympathetic ear. Around their last year of high school, they went a little further then kisses, and really the Kent Barn is not the most comfortable place but it was hidden well enough her family wouldn't know what she was up to and Ma wouldn't question him spending the night there.

All the years of sleeping near the cows to keep them company, since he worried they were lonely, as a child paid off. Despite the numerous times they put Kent barn to work, both knew it was nothing serious.

Maddie needed a break from her family. Clark was more than happy to be her stress relief. He did worry a aweful lot about his powers and the fact he was an alien, so he needed some stress relieving of his own around those years too.

Maddie applied secretly to a big college on the Wayne Scholarship states away, and Clark planned on going to Metropolis as soon as possible for the open intership at the Daily Planet.

They were friends with benefits, but the day graduation came around, they never spoke to each other again. Neither were bitter. They had both known what would be the ending long before it arrived. It would have never worked between them.

Clark wasn't sure what Maddie had wanted after all these years, but being presented a teenage girl- the splitting image of Maddie at that age- who was flouting five feet off the ground was not one of them.

"Jazz, meet Clark Kent, you biological father" Maddie Fenton, for she was married now to the man who had raised Jazz like his own. "Clark, this is Jasmine Fenton...you're daughter"

The man of Steel felt like he's was going to faint.

Or.......

Maddie met Jack in her first semester of college. They get alone really well, and she finds herself with a pregnancy scare before she knows what happened. Sometime between the protrype portal and Jack treating her like an equal, she had found her walls coming down long enough to have a little fun.

The worst part is she is unsure of who the father is, the loveable goof she can see herself spending her life with or the kind gentle famer boy she left behind. It's only two months apart, but it was close enough it could go either way.

She tells Jack the truth, who declares that he doesn't care and gets down on one knee right there and then. Maddie agrees to marry him over the choked tears, blooming happiness and love so strong she feels dizzy from it.

A few months later, she gives birth to her Jazz, and two years later, she has Danny. The Fentons finish school, set up Fenton Works, and raise their family. She never considers telling Clark or getting Jazz tested.

She's Jack Fenton's daughter. That's all there is to it.

Until Jazz one day starts showing signs that Jack is not her father. How does Maddie know? Simple, she recognized the man flying around calling himself Superman, and after hearing of his home planet, and all the little things Clark had been too clumsy to properly cover up back in the day, it clicks.

Her daughter is half Kryptonian and her powers were awakening. Did all Kryptonians unlock thier abilities at the teenage age? Was it a puberty thing for thier kind?

Maddie didn't know, but she couldn't afford to let her daighter go in blind. Metas had tough lives. Who knows what being part alien could do. So she picked up the phone and dialed the man who may have the answers.

Meanwhile, Danny and Jazz are desperately trying to hide the fact that Jazz may have gotten some ghost abilities due to exposure from Phantom's Ghostly Wail and have no idea it's being confused for Kryptonian blood. They were careless in training, and now, similar to that whole fiasco with Spetra and her hospital, Jazz was unable to control her temporary abilities.

Jack is just happy to be there and is unaware of any of his family members' delimas.

[satoshy12]

Kryptonian Fentons

"Kryptonian Danny Fenton, Jack Fenton, and Jazz Fenton."

As Superman and his family discover the existence of kryptonian DNA on Earth, they are shocked. They embark on a mission to find other Kryptonians, believing they are the last of their kind. Amity Park

Danny Fenton just learned he is an alien, and his powers are actually just meta-Kryptonian abilities. Reason why the blast wouldn't really hurt him, and if he let himself be shot by the GIW, they would see he is an alien and leave him alone. He's surprised when they got visited by the people; it was the superhero superhero and his family. I am very interested in them, as the Fentons are the first "non-family" Kryptonian they meet after thinking they are extinct. Jack is happy to see new Kryptonians! So Superman and his family, House EL, don't really respect boundaries. Danny and Jazz don't even full notice it, thinking it's a Alien thing as jack is the same.

[stealingyourbones]

Lois gets an email from a woman by the name of Madeline Fenton. She might have skipped past it to look at more important emails but the heading caught her eye: “Reasonable Proof LexCorp Stole FentonWorks Patent Technology”. The email states that the Fentons have reason to suspect LexCorp that they stole patents to their ghost portal blueprints and various ectotech patents by following a suspicion that their personal computers had been hacked (Maddie is NOT happy Jack placed a random USB from the sidewalk into his work computer and has frantically been trying to figure out what the owner of the USB might have stolen. Following the serial number of the USB, it leads to the purchase of it by a LexCorp employee). If not stopped they have suspicion that LexCorp will utilize ectotech as a new way to gain a new footing in the market, the creation of new weapons to stop kryptonians, and potential enslavement of Infinite Realm Citizens. Lois starts typing back a reply. She can sense a front page story from a mile away and this was definitely one of them. 

[eggfriedricedwasian]

Ive seen things where people have kids who are dark haired and eyed at birth and turn light haired and eyes when they get older or vice versa.

I headcanon Janet with blonde hair and green eyes and Jack with black hair blue eyes.

Im using this on Tim.

Tim was born with blonde hair green eyes and looked like Jack as a baby, but when he got older, around 4ish, he turned black haired and blue eyed and started looking like Janet.

His parents were both in a love hate relationship with this change. On one hand they want him to have their colors and look like them...

On the other hand they miss when he used to look like the other parent.

Just imagine:

Tim going through old pictures in his gazillion boxes of pictures, the family is helping him.

"Who's this baby? Steph's?"

Someone asks. They look over to see Duke holding a photo of a blonde baby, smiling a gummy smile with curly blonde hair and green emerald eyes looking brighter than a kryptonian in the sun.

"No.. That's.. who is that baby?"

Steph asked very slowly. Guess they forgot to tell Duke that Steph's daughter was a sensitive topic amongst them.

"Steph gave up her daughter at birth, Duke. And it was a traumatic experience for her so we don't talk about it."

Bruce informed.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you didn't know"

She waved him off with a smile, but everyone still wondered who the baby was.

"Tim?"

"Yeah?"

Tim replied from inside his closet. He walked out upon no reply, setting down another box filled with camera equipment and saw all their confused faces.

"Who's baby is this?"

Duke turned the picture and Tim looked at it closer.

"Oh!"

Tim smiled, taking it and putting it next to his face.

"It's me!"

He smiled just as bright as the baby, which happened to be him, in the picture.

.

.

.

"WHAT!?"

The family, including Alfred, stared jaw dropped shocked at the guy.

The baby in the photo, smiling oh so brightly like the sun, green eyed, blonde curly hair, with the cutest little red polka dot dress on, was Tim, who had straight-ish black hair and blue eyes, didn't smile as brightly as the moon, who only gave smirks and grins, and was wearing a long sleeves under a Limp Bizkit t shirt with very baggy jeans.

"Yeah.. Genetics! Ya know..?"

"Explain."

Jason demanded.

"Well, up until I was 4-ish I had my dad's face but my mom's green eyes and blonde curly hair, but then it turned black and my eyes turned blue and straight-ish and I started looking more like my mom."

He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

That started the searching of Tim's baby photos. They'd organize the Bat photos and the hero photos later, right now they needed to find all of the blonde hair green eyed baby Tim photos.

It was no secret that Tim was trans, so when all the photos of a little girl in dresses and skirts showed up they weren't phased. It was hilarious to see all the pouty faced pictured of Tim in dresses.

The photos did get put up around the house with Tim's (begrudgingly(willingly)) permission.

Dick wanted him to bleach his hair but he refuses to damage his hair.

But also imagine this:

The older that Tim gets, the blonde comes back. He still looks like his mom, but his slowly starts turning blonde again, and his eyes start having a greener tint/hue to it.

The first to notice was Bart.

Bart was braiding Tim's rather ling hair when he points it out.

"Hey Tim, your hair's got some blonde in it!"

"What?"

Tim runs to the mirror and looks in it. Yep. Sure enough his hair was growing some blonde strands. And now that he looked, his eyes looked more green than it's normal blue.

"Oh my gosh.."

He calls Bruce.

Bruce who was in a JL meeting.

"I'm in a meeting."

"B! Im going blonde again! Ans my eyes! They're turning green!"

Tim says, somewhat panicked, somewhat excited.

Bruce blanks. Because.. what. What do you mean his baby boy, who he loved staring at the blonde and green eyed baby pictures of, was resorting back to that color.

"...really?"

He asks very hesitantly at first.

"Yeah!"

Tim turns his head down, showing his scalp. And there, right there, were several prominent, yet blended, strands of blonde growing in a curl pattern amongst the straight black locks.

Bruce just about cries right then and there.

Because then Tim does a close up of his eyes. And yep. His eyes have a but of green in them.

"That's great, sweetie. But I'm in a meeting right now."

"Oh! Sorry!"

He hangs up.

Bruce doesn't.

He's still stuck on the call smiling like a sappy parent whose kid just did something so small yet so touching. There were tears in his eyes and none of the JL knew what to do.

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 21

“Are you going to sleep all night, the party is starting.”

You can hear a voice just past the fog. You don’t fully register it, not until you feel the blow to your gut. You jolt, eyes springing open as you cry out in pain.

“(Y/N)!!!”

Sweets’s yell pulls your focus and you stare from your spot on the ground. He’d lined all of them up, now seated in chairs. Bound at the wrists, hands behind their backs with rope. He’d been careful, because their feet are tied too. There’s fear and dread in everyone's gazes. Your eyes finally land on your attacker and you hold back your tears. He just grins.

“Remember me? Name’s Vince. You know for a moment I thought I imagined it but look at that. This green rock really does weaken you.”

He dangles the knife in front of your face and you press a hand to your open wound. If you could just get a few feet away you could stop him. Save them. Turning, you try to crawl in the opposite direction. It’s painful, and the blood is smearing against the floor, but you still try. He just laughs, and Booth starts yelling.

“You’re going down, you hear me!!”

Vince pays no mind, he walks over to you, grabbing you by the back of your hair. Sweets fights against his restraints, but it’s useless.

“Leave her alone!!”

Vince shakes his head, holding a fistful of your hair as he turns your body back to face the team. His blade is at your neck and you swallow.

“See I’m not leaving here until everyone sees what you really are. When I told the cops that a woman threw me ten feet across the room, they laughed at me. Said I was trying to get an insanity plea. But I know what I saw. I jammed a rock the size of baseball into your stomach and you walked out of there like nothing happened.”

Sweets eyes are filled with fear.

“I thought all that rock stuff was fake, but it’s all true. You’re some kind of monster aren’t you, some freak.”

You grit your teeth as you scream, two small red beams firing from your eyes. Your hope was that it would somehow disable him, but he laughs in surprise as it blasts into the ceiling, only taking out a light above. The pieces of those shards drop. You continue to cry and he releases you roughly. Your hands ball against the concrete and Vince looks happier than ever.

“Did you see that!! I knew it!!”

He’s celebrating. There’s nothing but looks of surprise on the faces of everyone else.

“Look at that, your own team is terrified of you.”

He grabs you by the throat this time to lift your head, and you stare shakily at the uncertainty in their eyes. It hurts, more than you’d like to admit. No one else was supposed to find out. You continue to sob, because there’s nothing you can do. They’re all in this situation because of you. Sweets look absolutely devastated and you close your eyes. You don’t want to see. You can’t watch. He’s going to hurt them, just to get back at you.

“Please…just let her go..”

Sweets is pleading for you. But you know it won’t do any good. This man is a monster in every sense of the word. He’d killed just to continue his business that he knew was poisoning the consumers. He has no remorse or conscience.

“You want me to let her go?” Vince taunts.

“Please!” Sweets begs.

“Alright, I’ll let her go.”

His hand tightens around your throat and you don’t even get a breath out when he shoves the knife back into your stomach. They all flinch. Sweets is frozen in place. Vince doesn’t stop, when you let out a strangled sound, he stabs you again and again. Your body jerks with each thrust of his blade. Angela and Brennan start crying and Camille turns away, sobbing herself. Sweets is now forcefully trying to get out of his seat.

“STOP!!”

Vince doesn't.

Sweets’s chair hits the ground roughly and he’s still struggling.

You aren’t sure how many times the blade pierces your skin, you just feel your eyes getting heavy. The last time that he withdraws the blade, your eyes slide shut. Vince merely smiles, dropping your body as he wipes the blood off into the side of his pants.

Your blood is splattered over the floor. Sweets finally stops moving when he sees your body. He’s laying on the floor, facing you. Your eyes are closed and you look lifeless, unmoving.

“No..”

Vince smirks.

“Kind of anticlimactic isn’t it. I thought I’d feel something. You know in the movies when the protagonist finally gets their revenge there’s this sense of accomplishment. I guess that’s another holly wood lie huh. I’m a little disappointed.” He walks over to Booth who is glaring.

“When I get out of this I’m going to kill you.” He threatens. Vince just leans over.

“Yeah, and how exactly are you going to do that?

Booth says nothing, just spits in his face. Vince flinches and the surprise changes to anger.

“You fucker!!”

He moves closer to make a grab, but Booth jams his forehead into Vince’s and his body drops. The knife flies out of his hand and Sweets is quick.

“GET THE KNIFE!!”

He doesn’t need instruction. Vince’s nose is bleeding, and he’s groaning on the floor trying to gather himself. Sweets flips over on his side with the chair, just barely grabbing the knife with his tied hands. Sliding to his wrists, he’s quick, going back and forth as swiftly as he can.

The action nicks his finger, but he doesn’t care. The rope gives way with a snap just as Vince gets to his feet. Sweets fumbles for a second just as Vince rushes at him. With a quick draw of his gun, he fires one single shot.

A body drops and silence echoes throughout the room. Sweets is breathing heavily and he watches the bullet in Vince’s head as he bleeds out. Without a second thought he drops the gun and picks up the blade, freeing his legs. Once he’s free he runs to Hodgins who’s closest to him. He cuts each tie easily and the second he does, he flings the blade as far as he can.

“Why did you do that!!”

Hodgins is confused.

Sweets doesn’t give a reply, he just rushes to your unconscious body. Hodgins moves over to the rest of his friends to get them free. One by one they get out, but Sweets is still on the floor, cradling your body to his chest. Your blood seems to be everywhere.

“Come on, come on, you’re okay, wake up (Y/N), wake up.”

They all just seem to stand there. No one knows what to do. What to say. Hodgins holds Angela and Booth does the same for Brennan. At this point, they are all watching with tear filled eyes. Your face looks pale. Sweets is still clutching onto your body. Your arm is hanging at the side of his body as he rocks back and forth, begging for you to just open your eyes.

“Please…please..I didn’t get a chance to tell you..please just open your eyes…”

Angela buries her face into Hodgins’s chest.

“I LOVE YOU PLEASE WAKE UP!!”

He knows there’s no point in screaming, he just prayed that by some miracle that it hadn’t been too late.

That he had that chance to say those words and watch your reaction, like every other one he’d seen.

That’s all he wanted. 

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello! I hope you're doing good

I saw your post the other day that you were accepting requests but I don't know if you still are, but if you are, I was wondering if we could get some Nolan Grayson content👉👈

Nolan Grayson NSFW alphabet

I was given the chance to write anything, so alphabet time. This is post season 2 Nolan, cuz hes my bbygirl, and I think hed be a better partner in general.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I don’t believe viltrumite culture really does aftercare. They sleep together to have offspring, or maybe as a dominance thing, but I can’t see them doing a lot of healthy kink stuff, or just cuddling afterwards. He probably did something akin to it with Debbie, but its only after leaving it all behind after season 1 and getting with you that he would start to see more importance in it, especially when you give him a lot of aftercare whenever you are in charge. Hes not the best at it yet, but he does try.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On his partner, Nolans favorite part would be any muscularity they have, or if you happen to have a beard. If you have neither then its his partners thighs and hands. On himself its his muscles, especially his torso and arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I hope you got a bucket, viltrumites get the kryptonian treatment in this house. Which means, theres so much cum. Nolan produces even more than Mark. Mostly because hes older and is in his “prime” if that makes sense. Unlike Mark though, Nolan doesn’t see the amount he makes as an annoyance, since hes still quite prideful. You do catch him puffing out his chest a little if you mentioned its something you find attractive though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has always had fantasies of being dominated or defeated in battle, whereafter the enemy will have their way with him. He has never once acted on these fantasies, but now that he’s with you and has gotten a reality check he might little by little try to step out of his comfort zone. Has had a few fantasies of being defeated, captured, and made into some kind of trophy wife, think like Leia in the slave dress type situation.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Theres no way to know how old Nolan is, but its assumed hes thousands of years old. This doesn’t mean hes got a lot of experience, since like I mentioned before, I believe viltrumites only do it to reproduce or for dominance. Hes probably gotten more game on earth than most of his life up till that point, so theres things you’ll have to teach him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that puts you above him or has you pinning him in some way, especially loves any position where you choke him in some way, be it your hands or with your arm. When hes feeling more dominant himself you better except him to pull an amazonian position or something like that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nolan is serious in most situations, and the bedroom is the same, especially since part of him feels a little strange just doing it for fun like this. But also because Nolan thinks he has to pay attention and learn, to make up for his less stellar experiences in the past.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nolan doesn’t shave any of the hair on his body, except for his beard to get his usual stache. Viltrumites I believe would take pride in their bodyhair. He does keep it neat and tidy though, kinda like a controlled chaos.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nolan doesn’t really know how to be way too romantic in the moment, since being in love without a purpose is still so new to him. He has his moments though, where he just kinda looks his partner in the eyes with the most love filled eyes. Saying it, is still difficult though.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)                                                                                                                                       

The normal amount for viltrumites his age, which I believe would be once a day or once every two days, just to keep themselves from backing up too much of it. up until recently hes probably mostly done it for his health, but after getting with you he starts to do it for fun.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Doing it in the suit, or just his cape for that matter.

Strength and power in general.

Blood kink, pain kink, what comes with fighting.

Sparring and training with his partner.

Powerplay

BDSM

Sensory deprivation

Asphyxiation and choking

Edging and overstimulation

Breeding (secretly, on him)

Roleplay (like the slave Leia and owner type roleplay. Getting this from him will be almost impossible though)

Dom/sub or master/slave

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Nolan could honestly do it anywhere, he doesn’t have a preference. That comes with being his age and having an ego like viltrumites tend to do. Hes a preference for doing it on battlefields or wherever you guys spar though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Its not that hard to get Nolan going, but hes much better at containing it than Mark, but that’s more because of age and life experiences. The easiest way to get him going is to get his adrenaline up, so sparring or even outright fighting. That, or just jerking off somewhere nearby, cuz he will hear and smell it with ease.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share. Nolan wouldn’t share himself or his partner with anybody, he is very possessive. Especially other viltrumites. It would be like putting to male hamsters together, one of them dies before its over.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Didn’t have much of a preference in the past since it wasn’t really anything he paid too much attention too. But with Debbie he preferred receiving, since it was the more “dominant” role. But with you he learns that he quite likes giving, he just has a hard time in the beginning getting on his knees below you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the situation, but most of the time its slow and hard. But if its after you guys have sparred or fought, its faster and even rougher. He loves when you treat him roughly too. But there are times where its more slow lovemaking than anything else.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nolan doesn’t have anything against quickies, its just not his favorite. If you both are in the mood, sure he enjoys it, but he prefers when you guys can take your time. But this also stems from viltrumites having so much damn stamina that one quickie doesn’t even scratch the itch.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nolans for trying most things, even more dangerous stuff, unless you are vulnerable like a human or something else in that genre, he wouldn’t want to accidentally crush you with his thighs or anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

More stamina than you could imagine, you can’t even dream of keeping up unless you are a fellow viltrumite, like Allen, or some other species like that. Could probably go nonstop for days, if not a couple of weeks without having to slow down. In the end, even If you are a fellow viltrumite, you guys probably just stop more out of boredom or because you have other things to do than exhaustion.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own toys, and doesn’t really see the purpose for the most part. Of course, he still has fantasies where they fit very well, but Nolan won’t admit it even if you can tell hes thought about it from his blush.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood for the most part. If you guys are alone, I could see him getting handsy or mumbling the raunchiest of things. The type to “accidentally” rip your clothes just right, or his own clothes for that matter, just to show off a little. He loves when you tease him too, he’s just still very bad at waiting it out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, even if you’ve somehow gotten him deep into subspace. He’s mainly grunts and groans, and he clenches his teeth a lot, meaning you’ll have to put something in his mouth. But if you do put something in his mouth, you might get some gasped moans and whimpers if you’re lucky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has written multiple very successful adult novels under a penname when he lived on earth. One happens to be an extremely popular series based around his own most shameful (in his opinion) fantasies, involving a muscular warrior put under the boot of an even bigger and more muscular warrior. He’s not good at it, but Nolan likes to draw. It tends to mainly be doodles, but he’s surprisingly good at vehicles and landscapes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Very big and thick, like, you are so lucky he turns out to like bottoming the most. How Debbie took it, you’ll never learn, but that woman deserves a damn medal. Both a grower and a shower, you think he’s big when he’s soft, you’ll be in for a surprise when he gets hard. Veiny and uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Its always been quite average for a viltrumite his age and position, meaning he was fine taking care of himself up until now. Now Nolan finds himself fumbling every now and then, because he feels like an uncontrollable animal at times with how much he wants it. Nolan is able to suppress it though, more for his own pride and dignity than anything else.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nolan doesn’t really fall asleep afterwards on the regular, its only if you’ve really wrung his dry mentally, by for example putting him in subspace or similar. But its almost impossible to get him physically tired enough to sleep. He does like to cuddle afterwards, even if he doesn’t like to admit it.