#danny can and will bite anyone that gets close

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #54

When Danny was first given the opportunity to make a public persona when he came to live in Gotham, he was a little bit concerned. How was he supposed to come up with an entire elaborate character to act as all the time. Then he remembered the time that Vlad called him a rabid badger when he got especially angry and a genius idea came into existence.

When the press gathered around to interview and write about the newest Wayne adoption, they thought they had seen it all already. The last new child had tried to skewer one of the unsuspecting interns after all. When the teenager didn’t even get all the way out of the car before punching someone standing too close and snarling at him, several considered filing their resignation letters on the spot. The pay wasn’t worth this.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave boy Danny has way to much fun fucking with the bats after a while. Jason is too until Danny bites him after some unwanted human contact. Alfred gets a big wave of nostalgia when Danny does it too.

Danny can say that the Waynes have been ridiculously welcoming, all things considered. He still hasn't come clean about not being Bruce Wayne's alternative double, so to throw them off from finding out the truth and have a safe place to crash- he's missed plumbing- he has been invited to the Wayne Manor and has been lazing about when under their watch.

If there was one thing apparent, it was that Bruce Wayne did not laze about. It was mind-blowing to those who knew him to see Danny- a version of Bruce- act like walking across the room for a remote was too much work.

It drove them mad to see such a difference between them, and thus, none of the Waynes noticed Danny's side project to get home.

The Waynes gave him a giant room and helped set up a fake Identity for him while they worked on getting him home. To the public, he was Danny Kane, a long-lost relative recently coming to Bruce for help.

Thanks to the support of Jacob and Kate, they agree to make it seem that Jack Kane- Danny's made-up father- was the result of Bruce's material grandfather having a fling after his wife's death. Jake was hidden from the public eye but had his father's financial support until he was an adult.

Jack was never bitter and told Danny stories of his wayward father, filled with love to prove it. These stories inspired Danny to seek out the remaining Kanes after Jack's untimely death, which led him to Bruce as Martha Wayne nee Kane's son.

The day Danny would be sent home, the Waynes would fake his death, and no one would be the wiser that Danny Kane never existed.

Fine by Danny

. He only planned to stick around long enough to get his ship ready and pinpoint a location that had the vile between the living and dead thin enough to slice his way back to the Ghost Zone.

Unlike Wulf, who could open portals wherever he wanted, Danny had to find points weak enough to punch a hole through. He knows his parent's portal was way out of his set of skills, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give anyone the idea to build their own here. Two percent of portals were already two too many.

He mostly hung around the house- with someone always close by in a poor attempt to hide the fact they were watching him. Most of the time, Danny was either lazing around the house, eating and sleeping, and it felt like a costly vacation.

He refused to help on the coms when the Bats went out to kick ass, even after Dick offered to sit in front of monitors and relay information to the heroes like he was offering the chance of a lifetime.

This seems to disturb everyone else in the house except for Alfred.

If anything, the fact Danny straight-up refused to put on tights and rush into night to fight crime made Alfred adore him. The butler claimed he was worried everyone in the family would forget what everyday life was supposed to feel like.

A few Waynes couldn't seem to wrap their heads around the concept.

"You're not interested at all?" Tim asks, eyes narrowed. He was among the few who thought Danny was suspicious for not wanting to risk his life to fight the corrupted system.

"Nah, man, I'm good here. I got my nachos, I got a movie room and I got the softest bathrobe ever bathrobe." Danny snuggles more profoundly into the pink plush robe that Steph had lent him. "Why would I want to ruin any of these? Sides, I can't even throw a punch."

".....There has never been a single alternative Bruce Wayne that wasn't involved in this life in some way. If not as a hero then he was a villain. Bruce as a villain is one of the most dangerous things that can ever happen across the multiverse" Tim reveals grimly. "We've won every single encounter but only by the skin of our teeth."

"Damn. Let me guess. You guys beat the evil Bruces by sending his kids after him."

"Yes."

"Problem solve. You already know you can kick my ass, so if I try anything, you can take me out, right?" Danny doesn't wait for a answer. He turns away from the teenager to stare at the movie screen showing his picked movie. "I can do nothing but tremble before your bat might."

Tim steps into his line of sight. "I mean it. You do anything to harm this family and will regret it."

"Does that mean I can't bite Jason again? That sucks. It's the only way I can get him to stop trying to drag me to galas. He wants to scare the other rich people with my poor people's manners."

Tim's lip twitches and Danny knows he's fighting to keep his face under control. "You didn't have to lock your jaw in like that."

"I really did. Jason tested me."

Tim tilts his head. "You don't really feel like Bruce. You look just like him at fifteen. Alfred says you act just like him. But for the last three weeks, you've been trying really hard to make it seem like you're okay with doing nothing."

"I am comfortable doing nothing."

"I think you're lying," Tim says, moving closer to stare down into Danny's eyes with frankly a manic glare. Danny's core flares up with the sense of challenge he finds in that dark blue gaze.

Which is a first for a human, and frankly is terrifying. If Tim had been a ghost he would have easily been an Ancient assistant or a baby Ancient. He has to be able to match Danny's power like this. Holy shit.

"I think your parents didn't give you enough love as a child, and now you seek approval from everyone around you while trying to push everyone away because you are too scared to make yourself valuable. You find yourself in an endless loop of self-doubt and self-hate by doing both simultaneously." Danny blurts. He watches Tim freeze, then winces. "Shit, sorry, the psychoanalyze came out as a reflection. Forget that."

Tim is still frozen in a way Danny recognizes as someone hearing something challenging to come to terms with. This is why he needs to break the habit of using Jazz's psyche training as a weapon.

He forgets not everyone insults each other with their deepest insecurities. That's just how he and Jazz love.

"...Do you want to watch the Grey Ghost Marathon with me?" He asks after a long pause. Tim closes his eyes before plumping down next to him.

"I like that."

Neither mention Jason, who is gasping in the last row of seats and attempting to suppress muffled laughter behind the wrist cast that Danny lovingly gave him at the last gala.

On a side note, Danny Kane is called "Rabid Dog." by the elites of Gotham, who watched the boy make three grown men cry after two minutes of talking to him and also witness four Waynes attempt to pry his mouth open screaming, "No Danny drop it. drop it!" while the boy munched on Jason's wrist.

No one has noticed that half of the tech has disappeared.

[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 5 - Put it into Speed Drive

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

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

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

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

Such a good manager. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry?” 

“You should be. What’s up?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, duh. I knew that dummy?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whack. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arthur’s head popped up. “Yeah?” 

“Karaoke?”

He smirked. “Hell yeah.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aha, very funny.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Radio is working,” Mitch responded. 

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

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

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

Red. Red. Red. 

Green. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Balance of the car is good.” 

“Thank you Y/n.” 

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

“Ok, box for softs.” 

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

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

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

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

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

You were truly one with whatever car you drove. 

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

“Ok Mitch, how did I do?” you asked. 

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

“Who used to hold the position?” 

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

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

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

“Sure kid.” 

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

“On it kid.” 

“Got it Y/n!” 

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

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[starry-bi-sky]

part five of "clone danny"

Danny returns home later that night with a dislocated shoulder from Skulker and his fair share of scrapes and bruises after facing off with a handful of ectoplasmic animal shades. (All of them stuffed inside his thermos with Skulker that he'll toss in the Zone tomorrow after school.)

He shoves his mask back into his pocket, and hides his bat in the bushes at the side of his house under his window, then rounds back around the front to go through the door.

...Mainly because if Bruce Wayne was still awake, it'd be suspicious if Danny made it home without ever using the front door. He sneaks back in, and slooowly starts closing the door.

"You're back late." Says a surly, young voice that startles Danny into slamming the door instead.

"Fucking--!" He cuts himself and breathes in slowly, trying to slow his elevated heart rate before looking over his shoulder to see who the hell scared him.

Glaring at him like an upset parent would, with eyes cutting like sea glass, is Wayne the Sequel... or perhaps he was the seventh sequel. Danny is silent for a moment. "...You're up early." He says, maybe a bit petulant. "Does your dad know you're up this late?"

"Father permitted me to stay up and wait for your return, actually." Damian sniffs, and if anyone could make 'scowling' into a vocal tone, Danny would have thought it'd be Sam. But Damian beat her to it.

Danny turns around slowly to face him, arms crossing. "Yeah, uh-huh." He nods slowly, "Like I'm gonna believe that. Do you normally sit in a random stranger's kitchen and interrogate them when they get home?" He tilts his head for good measure.

"No." Damian says. (He is, in fact, lying.) His eyes narrow at Danny as if he had committed a terrible crime by being in his presence. He looks down to Danny's hands. "Father said you left with a bat. Where is it?"

"I lost it." Danny replies, biting the inside of his lip to prevent himself from smiling.

"You... lost it?"

"Yup." He says blandly. "Whoops."

-------

Danny goes up to his room immediately after that and collapses on his mattress to pass out for the next three hours until his alarm goes off.

Much to Danny's luck, Bruce and his son are literally only there for a few days, and he spends as much time during it to avoid them like a plague (while also dealing with his dislocated shoulder, which should reliably heal in half the time thanks to his ectocontamination). Damian does whatever during the day since he doesn't go to Casper High.

Something to note as we get out of the 'fic'-y part of this post -- Daniel J. Fenton was, largely, the sexual awakening to many people in his grade in Casper High School, including many A-Listers. However he is still "Daniel Fenton" so many of his classmates will take that fact to their grave. And to their personal friend groups.

Does this have any impact going forward? Not really so far, no.

Dodging a Wayne-sized bullet doesn't mean that Danny can dodge the Wes-sized bullet, and finds himself nearly nose-to-nose with an irate Wes Weston who demands to know where he was last nice.

Of which Danny, not needing to drop his smartass comments in front of the guy who already knows his ID, responds by calling him a jealous ex and sidestepping him completely. following up with if Wes isn't careful, then Danny might just think that Wes has a crush on him

(Wes does, in fact, have a crush on Daniel J. Fenton. He will take this secret to his grave.)

Ellie shows up in his kitchen, sitting on the table with her legs crossed while chatting amiably with Bruce Wayne a few days later when Danny returns from school. When Danny asks how she got inside (the door is typically locked), Ellie smiles toothily and fangily, and happily tells him that she came in through the window. And that he needs to tell his parents to invest in locks. She has long hair the same length as him. It's like looking into a mirror, one he is welcome to see into.

It is endearingly Ellie-like to know that she all but broke into his house, and seeing his sister-clone-twin relieves some of his tension. Only a little though when Bruce Wayne was still in his house.

Normally he sits and talks for hours with Ellie. But instead he takes it to the stairs, telling Ellie that he'll be in his room when she's done talking to Mister Wayne. He is a stubborn ass who doesn't even bother to ask where Wayne the Sevquel is.

(He runs into Wayne a one or two more times the following nights. Wayne asks him where his bat is on the second night, his son says he lost it. Danny agrees with him, and Wayne asks with a touch of concern what he'll do if he comes across a ghost.)

(Danny shrugs and says he hasn't before. And comes back home with a bruise the size of a large cat on his hip and a couple more along his torso and legs. his knees hurt from rough jumps with poor landings. Damian is waiting when he gets home. They exchange a few barbs and Danny hightails it up to his room.)

(Danny's face is obscured by the lack of lights and the shadows in the corner. Its the only reason he feels even a modicum of comfort in exchanging a few words with Wayne.)

(Ellie is waiting outside for him the day she meets Wayne, and asks him if Wayne knows. Danny says he wouldn't be avoiding him if he did. Wayne probably wouldn't be as nice as he was now if he knew.)

("You don't know he won't be nice after finding out." Ellie points out while he's digging his bat out from the neighbor's bushes this time.)

("He's not me, Ell." He says, frowning. "We don't know that.")

(Ellie sighs sadly, and Danny feels a tinge of guilt. "You can tell him if you want," he offers, "you don't have to hold back on my behalf.")

("I want to tell him with you, though. C'mon, we're twins.")

(That night Danny avoids breaking his other arm after a run in with a large ecto-serpent. Ellie nearly rips out its tongue for it. She's more ghost-like than he is. Possessive and violent and very, very passionate. As if he wouldn't do the same if pressed.)

(Ellie gives Danny a piggyback ride home, the wind filtering through the grills of his mask and force-feeding him the taste of freedom. Damian is there while they sneak back in, stifling their laughter under the meat of their palms.)

(Danny may or may not have reached out and ruffled his hair in his joviality when he passed him by. Grinning painfully when Damian bats at his hand like a disgruntled kitten. His hair feels like feathers and the sensation sinks itself deep into Danny's star-in-the-sky sized core-obsession like a suggestion.)

(He might regret it in the morning. It will fade in time after the Waynes leave.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

Taglist: @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @gin2212 @youracearocroatneighbour

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Iceberg Siren pt 6

**Here we are, lovelies, almost to the penultimate chapter! Hope you like this one!**

“Cricket?”

Danny blinked his eyes open drowsily to look at his boyfriend.

“Hm?”

Jason was propped up on his elbow on the bed, facing Danny.

“You’ve got powers, you told me you do- why don’t you use them?”

Danny blinked again, processing the question for a moment before answering.

“I do use them, though.”

He could tell by the tilting of Jason’s head that his answer wasn’t sufficient, so he thought for a moment more before elaborating.

“My voice is part of it- I cheat a little as the Siren. A friend taught me how to use my voice for mild hypnotism.”

At the other man’s look of alarm, he backtracked.

“I don’t use it for anything bad! Just to make people like me more. I’ve never used it on you, I promise.”

Jason smiled at him and reached out, cupping Danny’s face with one hand.

“I wasn’t worrying about that- does anyone else know about this?”

Danny pressed his face into Jason’s warm palm after a shake of his head.

“No, not even my boss. I only told him about the other powers.”

“Like?”

“Enhanced strength, sensing similar energy, manipulating said energy to a point- nothing I use on a regular basis.”

Nodding slowly, Jason leaned down to capture Danny’s lips in a soft kiss.

“Thank you for telling me.”

His murmur was low against Danny’s lips, and Danny couldn’t help but kiss him again. No, that wasn’t guilt roiling in his gut like some many tentacled beast. He didn’t use his extended powers on a regular basis, and he wasn’t planning on it any time soon.

~~~

Duke was confused. Bruce had insisted that the entire family be at dinner- the first strange thing.

Second? Dick and Stephanie seemed to be conspiring with Tim. Tim, who looked more tired than usual (a true accomplishment) and in a foul mood. Damian looked mildly perturbed, and Cass was signing too quickly at Babs for Duke to translate.

They were all milling about in the main foyer, right up until Bruce walked down from his office.

“Thank you all for coming- Jason and his guest are pulling up in the drive. Please make your way to the dining room so we don’t scare them off too soon.”

Oh. This was about Jason’s boyfriend. Duke dutifully made his way to his seat in the dining room, but he watched the double doors closely even as the others filed in.

He heard Alfred open the main door and watched as Jason stepped through into the dining room, and then another man walked in, lighting up the room. Literally. Duke had to close his eyes and fish around in his pocket for his emergency sunglasses.

When he finally had them on, he found the whole family plus newcomer looking at him in concern.

“Dude, you’re like, super bright.”

The Boyfriend laughed self-consciously.

“Sorry about that, it’s in my blood.”

A meta, okay.

“I get that. Just don’t sit right across from me.”

Duke grinned to show he meant his statement as a joke, and Brighter Than The Fucking Sun grinned back.

Jason picked Tim up by his shoulders and put him in the seat across from Duke, and then sat down in Tim’s spot, leaving the spot across from Babs empty for his companion.

“Guys, this is Danny. Danny, these are the Waynes. None of us bite.”

Danny laughed and nudged Jason with his elbow like Jason had made a joke, and then the family dinner commenced.

For all that Duke would have to wear sunglasses around Danny, he seemed to fit in pretty well!

~~~

Dani floated above Robin’s head, her long dark ponytail dangling just barely tickling his nose.

The young vigilante’s brow was wrinkled, but otherwise he didn’t react to her messing with him. That was the best part about Robin, he was like Danny in that he just let Dani do what she pleased and didn’t react to anything.

“But Rob, I’m booooored.”

“No, Phantom, we cannot go out and look for your brother. That would require civilian gear, and I am not permitted to reveal my face.”

“But I can reveal mine, and then you can help me look! Superboy says you bats are good with computers, right? You could do like, an image search or something!”

“Genetically, unless you and your brother are identical twins, your face will not match his closely enough for an image search.”

Dani grimaced. She didn’t really want to reveal to anyone else that she was a clone, but she really missed her original.

“What name do you think he would be going by, Phantom?”

“Like I told Green Arrow, his name is my name too. If he’s out as a hero, he’s out as Phantom.”

“No other heroes under the name Phantom have been reported, Phantom.”

Dani sighed and flipped over, gravity taking hold and flipping even more of her ponytail in Robin’s face.

“I just can’t imagine why he hasn’t set up as a hero. I miss my brother, Rob.”

“I am sure he misses you as well. If you could give us a name, we would have more success in finding him.”

She shrugged and floated away, flipping over in the air and landing on her feet.

“If he’s here, he’ll hear me, and I don’t want to pull him away from whatever life he’s made for himself in this dimension. He deserves happiness, and me being around might come in the way of that.”

“But you miss him?”

“He’s the only person I have left from home.”

~~~

Bruce sat at the Watchtower computers with Diana and Clark, watching the numbers flash across the screen.

“So, this means that there’s something powerful on the way?”

Bruce nodded shortly at Diana, frowning beneath the cowl.

“Cyborg has reported that the energy fluctuations have been going on for several months now, and indicate a powerful individual either already in our dimension or on their way. We cannot let out guards down.”

“Has Justice League Dark spoken with the new Teen Titans member? She claimed to be from another dimension, is it her?”

“Clark, she’s a child. Despite the fact that she doesn’t like you, no- there is no evidence that she has the power level that this new possible threat contains.”

“She’s a child with unknown origins and suspicious opinions on clones.”

Diana smacked Clark across the back of the head so Bruce didn’t have to.

All three of them had met Phantom, and only Clark seemed to disapprove of the girl.

“She seems very fond of her teammates. I am firmly of the belief that she would not betray them.”

“We can’t assume the best of everyone, Bruce.”

“Nor can we assume the worst, Superman. Phantom is no danger to us.”

“If you boys could stop squabbling, we have better things to think about.”

~~~

Jason watched as the morning sunrise filtered through the blinds, illuminating Danny’s face as he lay sleeping peacefully on his bed. They had talked about moving in together, but hadn’t made concrete plans yet.

It was probably Jason’s own hesitation and the little secret he was keeping that kept them from making those plans.

Danny’s skin glowed in the light, pale and ethereal. Jason would call him translucent almost.

With gentle fingers, he traced the scars that trailed down his boyfriend’s chest, a harsh pucker of imperfection on otherwise flawless skin.

Danny hadn’t told him what cause him to be dissected, and Jason wasn’t about to ask when his boyfriend was so careful about keeping his scars covered when he was awake. They’d been dating for a while now and only in the last few days had the other man stopped wearing a shirt all the time they were together.

It broke Jason’s heart that the man he loved so much had so much pain in his past- he would talk lovingly of sisters and best friends, but never of his parents, and it seemed he was even more reluctant to discuss the lab accident that gave him his powers.

His League communicator beeped, and he let out a heaving sigh. He hated to leave when Danny was still asleep, but he knew that the JL wouldn’t call him unless it was an emergency. At least his boyfriend wouldn’t be lonely- he was petsitting for his neighbor for a few days.

Jason leaned down to kiss Danny’s forehead and then he made his way out of the apartment through the window, putting his helmet on as he left.

Time to save the world again.

[onboardsorasora]

had an aggravating afternoon and decided to make Daniel and Lewis fuck about it. Or rather, sexual tension about it

Daniel glared at his screen, hoping the scorching of the fires of a thousand suns would be felt by the person on the other side of the email exchange. 

He loved his job, truly. It was fulfilling and rewarding and all the other things people said when they liked their job. And it paid him a bitchload of money.

He loved his job, but he hated this client. Lewis Hamilton was the bane of his existence. He hated dealing with him, he hated needing to request things from him. He hated seeing his email address at the top of his inbox. He hated him and his love of ‘per my last email’. If your email was clear, then there would be no follow up for clarification, now would there be? He was such a prick.

With a braying groan, Daniel shot up from his desk to pace the hallway. Lando looked out from his cubicle knowingly.

“Lewis again?”

“Mate, I hate that fucker so much.” Daniel grumbled. His detestation for Lewis was widely known in the office. Every month there was a betting pool about how quickly Lewis would annoy Daniel. Max won every time, he knew that Daniel waited until the last possible moment to email Lewis, claiming he was waiting for Lewis to email first. He rarely did. And Daniel would wait until the third business day at 10am. Lewis wouldn’t respond until the day after at earliest. It was like clockwork at this point.

“Hey Seb.” Daniel muttered on his second pass.

“Just who I wanted to see, we have a lunch meeting tomorrow, so please wear clothes that aren’t sweats.” Seb turned to leave.

“Who are we meeting?”

“MERC”

Daniel stood glaring at his back as he got into the lift. “I quit!” he yelled and Seb laughed.

“See you tomorrow Danny!”

“Fuckin hell.” Daniel muttered stomping back down the hall and into his office, there at the top of his email was a meeting invite from Lewis Hamilton. Daniel hoped he didn’t embarrass Seb by lunging over the table and punching the man in the face.

— - —

Daniel glared at his plate as he speared his salad with his fork. Lewis Hamilton was honestly just as frustrating in person as he was online. And unfortunately, he was fucking hot. 

Seb and Toto were knee deep in conversation and Lewis was texting. Daniel wondered if he got up and left if anyone would notice. 

He stifled a groan when a sauce covered brussel sprout fell on his shirt. Lovely. With a muttered ‘excuse me’ that went unanswered, he stood and wandered to the toilets. 

He grabbed up a wad of hand towels and wet a spot before dabbing it at the greasy stain. He didn’t notice when the door opened or closed behind him.

“So this is the face of my favourite client.” A velvety voice sounded to his left and Daniel narrowed his eyes at Lewis leaning on the stray column. He looked hot in the low warm light, it made his skin glow. 

“Favourite? You flatter me.” Daniel knew marketing was just a circle jerk of ass kissing and he wasn’t immune. As much as he hated the man, he made them a lot of money. And they in turn made him a lot of money.

“I know I can be a bit…difficult. But I appreciate you.” 

Daniel snorted before he could even think to bite it back, Lewis lifted an eyebrow at him.

“You disagree?” Lewis challenged. “I can take coaching, tell me.” 

“Mate, I have nothing to say. No notes.” Daniel raised his hands in a passive gesture before chucking his paper towels in the bin. 

“C’mon Mr Seeking Clarification.” Lewis goaded with a smirk and Daniel felt his eye twitch. He took a deep breath and put a smile on his face, he wasn’t doing this. 

“I’m not doing this.” He moved past Lewis to the door, he would not be goaded into whatever the fuck this was. He liked his job and insulting one of his best clients wouldn’t be a good look.

Lewis however, didn’t get the memo Daniel was mentally reading because he grabbed him by the arm and pressed him against the other side of the column. Daniel looked at him with wide eyes.

“Mate, what the fuck?”

“A little birdie told you me you ‘fucking hate my guts’.” Lewis was smirking and Daniel felt his the bottom of his stomach give way. “And I figured, we could hash it out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Lando really has no filter when he drinks, did you know that?”

Daniel knew his eyes were dinner plate wide, because Lewis’ smile was stretched across his face. His dimples were cute, Daniel thought idly.

“And how do you know Lando?” Daniel croaked.

“He’s friends with Toto’s son George. But we’re getting distracted.” Lewis flicked at one of the buttons on Daniel’s navy shirt. Daniel grabbed his tattooed wrist. 

“Look, I don’t care what Lando’s told you or George. I can be professional.” Because that’s how Daniel saw this. He could be professional, and like walk into traffic or off of a building. But like, professionally.

“Or,” Lewis said, “maybe we could fuck about it.” He said it like he was negotiating a new rate or budget and Daniel glared at him.

“Listen mate–” 

Lewis cut him off with a kiss, pressing their lips together and licking into Daniel’s mouth. It was sloppy and dirty and Daniel clenched Lewis’ wrist that he still held.

Lewis pulled back first, smirking spit wet lips at the dazed look in Daniel’s eyes.

“You’re very annoying, you know that?” Daniel muttered, licking his swollen lips.

“Go on.” Lewis pressed his hips against Daniel’s breathing out a groan.

“And you use a lot of words to say nothing. If you’re sending over actionable shit, just be direct about it.” Daniel groaned when Lewis pinched his nipple. 

“Be direct huh?” 

“Mhm.”

“Fine then, I want you to fuck me. Make me feel it.” Challenging chocolate met horny honey and Lewis licked Daniel’s lips.

“Yeah? Alright. Your place or mine?”

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner ***valentines slash

Warnings: absolutely 18+ only!!!, slash ofc, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, bunk sex, lil bit of dirty talk, some brief talk of anxious feelings, fluffy ending!

Word count: 6k

“Here we are, no show tonight on Valentines Day, in Hershey Pennsylvania of all places, and I’m stuck with you two!” Josh pointedly exclaimed as the three of them walked down the street towards the small modest bar.

Jake didn’t need a reminder of the situation. Josh was being extra dramatic as always, but Jake was trying to hide that he was actually genuinely upset.

Sam bumped his shoulder, trying to cheer him up as Josh continued on in front of them rambling on to himself as if they were even still listening.

“He’s alright you know” Sam muttered over to Jake, who shrugged his shoulder trying to brush it off like he didn’t know what Sam was insinuating.

At sound check earlier Danny was acting a little standoffish. Jake figured it was just pre show nerves from being at this venue for the first time. But when they finished up for the day and decided to go out, Danny asked to stay behind because he wasn’t feeling well.

Jake had offered to stay as well. He didn’t mind taking care of a sick boyfriend if it meant they got to spend the holiday together, but Danny insisted he go out with his brothers.

So he agreed to go, only because by that point he felt kind of silly for having put so much thought into the false sentiment of spending Valentine’s Day together in the first place. He’d never been thrilled to spend the holiday with anyone before- though he’d done his due diligence in his past relationships to at least get his significant other something cheesy.

This year things were a little different though. He was with Danny, whom he never would have imagined he’d be with last Valentines, but he was so over the moon falling head over heels for.

“Just try to enjoy the evening, maybe if we get Josh drunk enough we can get him to record another stupid TikTok” Sam joked, holding the door open like a good younger brother while the oldest already ran off to start ordering drinks.

“You guys are the ones who are into that shit, not me” Jake scoffed as he entered the bar, next in line to order his alcohol hard and hopefully get a buzz going.

An hour in and Sam was right. Josh was using a fork from a greasy basket of bar food he and Sam had devoured without saving a bite while Jake was waiting in line for the restroom to sing karaoke, and Sam was holding his phone up to record it.

“You guys are ridiculous. I’m going to get another drink” Jake spoke up after Josh thanked his crowd of two and tilted his head in a tiny bow.

As he stood against the edge of the bar he took the opportunity to check his phone again. He’d sent a few texts to check in on Danny from the bathroom hallway, but he hadn’t gotten a reply yet. Maybe he was taking the rare opportunity with the bus all to himself to sleep it off? Even if he was, Jake felt uncomfortably moody sitting at a bar and drinking when he knew Danny wasn’t feeling well. He wanted to help take care of him, nature him, and be the one person there in his time of need. It’s not like they were a married couple or anything, but Jake took ‘in sickness and in health’ pretty seriously.

“I think I’m going to call it” Jake proclaimed as he tossed back the rest of his most recent drink.

“Wait, why?” Sam perked up, suddenly anxious about letting Jake leave.

“Do I need to have a reason?” Jake suspiciously questioned back, leaning on one arm over the round tabletop to give Sam a warning look. There was no messing around with him right now, if Sam knew something he didn’t then he’d better be out with it.

“Whatever! No!” Sam scoffed, waving his hand to shoo him off.

“Tell Danny we send our best regards” Josh commented, sharing taunting smirks with Sam as Jake rolled his eyes and tossed a few bills on the table for them to close his tab.

Danny sat on the edge of the small couch, waiting anxiously for the squeaky door of the bus to open and signal Jake’s anticipated return. He’d been nervous all day even though he’d planned this night over a week ago when he took a good look at the schedule and realized they wouldn’t be busy on Valentine's Day.

Of course he felt a little silly planning something for Jake, who he knew didn’t normally care for the contrived theatrics of the holiday. Something in Danny told him though that it would still be nice to spend the evening together.

A text came in from Sam, the only other person in on Danny’s plan, to warn him when Jake had left the bar. It was right in time, the food had just arrived and Danny had successfully finished setting everything up before his inevitable arrival.

He put his hand over his chest and breathed deeply to try and calm his nerves. Something he’d learned to do from Josh early in the game when they started hitting it big and the stakes were higher than ever. Then he heard it, the door opening and the sound of boots coming up the few steps.

“What is this?” Jake questioned from where he stood at the entrance of the bus, eyes darting around to try and take everything in.

Danny stood from the couch and inched towards the table that he had spent the evening setting up. Underneath it was just a folding table he’d borrowed from the crew so he could haul it through the narrow door and up the stairs. Over top that though, Danny had added a nice white linen table cloth, a set of plates and tableware, and even a few flowers. The food had to be Italian take out since he didn’t have a real kitchen to cook in, but surely Jake wouldn’t mind.

“I know you think stuff like this is ridiculous, but I wanted to spend Valentine's Day with you so I set this diner up for us” Danny revealed with a slightly nervous half smile. He hoped Jake didn’t think he looked stupid for doing this, and it didn’t help that he couldn’t read the initial reaction on his face.

Jake’s heart began to pound inside his chest, not only because of the sweetness of the gesture, but because of the realization that they had both wished to spend this day together. He started to understand the sentiment- it was never about what gifts or what fancy restaurant you made reservations at. Valentine's day was always about who you spent it with, and Jake was never more happy with the person he had.

Danny hoped he heard Jake’s next words right. “I fucking love you” fell happily from his lips as he hurried over and practically tackled Danny with his embrace.

Normally Danny would be more than able to take Jake’s weight coming at him like that, but he was so caught off guard by what Jake had said that when their bodies collided he stumbled back into the table behind him. One hand came behind to brace himself against the thin table while the other wrapped tightly around Jake’s waist, pulling him even closer as Jake kissed him feverishly.

A plate and a few tableware fell first with the bustle, but Danny wasn’t even phased by it because he was still reeling from hearing those words for the first time. Not even in an ‘love you man’ kind of way, but Jake had said he loved him with a look of awe and amazement, and it felt fucking good.

The poor table was never meant to support their weight. So when Jake pressed further against Danny letting him feel how excited he already was, before Danny could let his hand travel from Jake’s waist to grip the ass underneath his tight jeans, two of the wobbly legs of the table gave out and sent them and the rest of its contents sliding to the floor.

Jake jumped up off of Danny, slight panic and worry immediately setting in as he helped him up hoping no one was hurt in the commotion.

Danny looked behind himself to see the remnants of the table and the work he’d put in all in a mess and broke into laughter. What did he really expect when dating a Kiszka? They couldn’t help breaking things.

Jake started to hesitantly laugh a little too, still unsure if Danny was hysterical or genuinely thought the situation was funny. When Danny turned back around both hands reached over to cup Jake’s face and pull him back into a kiss, picking up right where they’d left off like nothing had happened.

Jake settled back into the kiss quickly, wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck and jumping up to also wrap his legs around his waist. Danny chuckled again against Jake’s lips this time as his hands fell to his bottom to hold Jake there and walked them the short distance to the area with the bunks.

Danny disconnected only to lay Jake down into one of the bunks, then he crawled inside on top of him, sliding a hand underneath his shirt up his chest and scattering kisses against the skin he exposed as he did so. The thing was, periodically they switched bunks so that no one was having to sleep on the top or the bottom for too long. In the heat of the moment Danny must have forgotten that Jake and Sam had switched recently, so instead of being in one of theirs, they were actually in Sam’s right now.

Jake wasn’t about to say anything that would stop him though, not when Danny was already popping the button to his jeans open and dragging his zipper down as he sucked a colorful bruise into the side of his chest. Jake’s head was swirling, the alcohol he’d had at the bar finally starting to catch up with him. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, letting his hand fall into place on top of Danny’s head as his hot breath traveled downward. A content sigh left his lips when the front of his boxers were pulled down and a hand helped pull him free, giving a few soft strokes as well.

“Tell me what you want Jake. I want to give you everything” Danny spoke between kisses against the delicate curves of his hip and crotch.

“I want everything” Jake groaned, bucking his hips up to try and get more friction, or even better his mouth where he really wanted it.

“Don’t be greedy” Danny chuckled, adding some grip to his strokes until Jake’s cock was nice and completely hard against his palm.

“Fine. I want your mouth”.

“And then?”

Jake peaked his eyes open to see Danny staring up at him with a teasingly soft smile. How was he supposed to know what he wanted next when all he could think about now was being inside that wet warmth?

“Then I want you to fuck me” Jake pleaded, hoping his responce would give him what he needed now, and he could deal with the consequences of his request later.

Danny rewarded him with a kiss to the tip, making Jake suck in a lungful of air with anticipation. “Of course love, anything you want”.

Without missing another beat Danny sunk down, taking Jake in as far as he could go like he was hungry for it. Which he probably was considering they’d somehow managed to skip dinner and make their way directly to dessert. He’d just have to milk Jake to his fill then.

“God Danny you do that so good” Jake squirmed underneath him, trying to keep his pelvis from driving forward and letting Danny work on his own.

There wasn’t much room in the bunk, though Jake and Danny had learned to manage with what they had over the last couple of months of navigating their relationship. Danny had determined that keeping his knees curled under his chest was the best position to do this in. Another thing he’d learned was that Jake liked it wet and sloppy. He pulled off, letting a trail of spit from his bottom lip to Jake’s tip keep them connected.

“Don’t hold yourself back today” Danny requested, letting a little more saliva trail from his mouth causing Jake to groan at the lewd display.

Jake pulled himself up onto one of his elbows and reached his other hand over to caress Danny’s cheek in appreciation. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you”.

“You won’t Jake, I trust you” Danny grabbed his hand and guided it back onto his head before closing his mouth down around him again.

He could have just as easily taken the lead and driven Jake absolutely crazy, but he wanted him to completely let go this time. Unravel himself until he was nothing but a pliable puddle of pleasure.

Jake’s fingers laced themselves into Danny’s curls, giving a slight tug at the roots that made Danny hum around him. Another breath filled his lungs as he dug his heels into the small mattress and thrust upwards triggering Danny’s gag reflex as he hit deeper.

He glanced down again to check on his loving boyfriend, his chest heaving already with excitement. Danny only sucked harder, giving Jake’s thigh a squeeze to tell him to try again.

When he thrust again Danny was more prepared this time, becoming more familiar with the feeling of the back of his throat being prodded and learning to swallow around it without gagging.

“Fuck that’s it” Jake moaned as he really started to thrust this time, letting his head fall backwards and his eye flutter closed again. “I fucking love your mouth, you take me so well” praises were spilling from Jake as he was hurdling towards his finish all too soon with each glide of his throbbing erection past teeth and along slick tongue.

As much as he wanted to taste him now, Danny couldn’t have that yet. So with watery eyes he retreated, replacing his mouth with his hand again to keep Jake writhing and whimpering close to the edge. His free hand fumbled with the edge of the bed that was pressed against the wall. Trying and failing to find their hidden stash of lube.

Then it hit him, this wasn’t Jake’s bunk anymore. They were intruding on someone else’s space, but in this moment he couldn’t bring himself to care much about that.

He had an internal debate with himself for a moment. Did he try to make spit work instead? No, not if he was going to fuck Jake the way he’d asked him to.

“Jake, my love,” Danny spoke horsely as he regained the use of his throat and slowed his stroking, “I’m going to have to get up for a second”.

“What?” Jake groaned, wrapping one of his legs around Danny’s form in an attempt to keep him there with him.

“Shhh, just for a second” he finally pulled his hands from him completely, and pried Jake’s leg off so that he could crawl out of the bunk and find their bottle. “While I’m gone, why don’t you get a little more undressed?”

“Only if you do the same” Jake bargained as he ran his hand mindlessly up his torso, looking up at Danny with hungry glazed over eyes.

There was no way Danny was going to deny that request. He quickly pulled his shirt off to show Jake he would obey any wish he had then leaned down to kiss him once more before turning to rummage through the correct bunk for what he needed.

The faint sound of clothes being stripped off and tossed onto the ground behind him egged Danny on as he felt around underneath blankets until his fingers came across a familiar cylindrical shape. His heart beat began to thunder in his chest, not just because he was thinking about all the shameful things he was about to do to his boyfriend in his best friend's bunk, but because he still felt slightly nervous.

It got easier with Jake every time they were together, but for some reason Danny had also put it on his shoulders to try to one up himself each time. He wasn’t sure why, Jake was certainly the best he’d ever had, but part of himself still doubted his abilities- especially when Jake looked at him like he was some sort of sex god. He wasn’t, he was just another man with his own desires to stifle as he desperately tried to keep his cool when he held his lover.

With the trusty lube in hand, Danny one handedly undid his pants and slipped them off with his underwear. He was hard already as well, going down on Jake never once failing to get him riled up.

“Are you coming back?” Jake’s voice broke through his thoughts.

Danny smiled and moved to crouch back down and into the intimate space again. “I'm right here” Danny soothed him as he pressed their naked forms together and rejoined their mouths in another sweet kiss.

Jake hummed as he let his lips separate to deepen the kiss and wrapped his arms around Danny’s broad shoulders. “You won’t leave again?”

“I’ll never leave you” Danny assured him, letting his hand run down the smooth lines of Jake’s side, feeling the rising of his chest as he sucked in a breath of air and down to the dip of his hips. He grabbed a handful of flesh there, using that firm grip to grind down together.

Jake let himself get lost in the kiss, fingers digging into rippling back muscles as he tried to pull Danny even closer to him. The pressure on his chest was almost suffocating, but it was calming at the same time to be completely enveloped in warmth and touch. He’d been so touch starved before Danny, and now he couldn’t get enough of his lovers hands on him.

The hand on his hip slipped lower, leaving tiny clammy goosebumps across Jake’s thigh until it reached his knee and hooked around it to pull his leg up. Jake wanted to wrap that leg back around Danny’s narrow waist and use it as leverage to thrust against his lower stomach until he was back on the edge Danny had left him on earlier. Instead he let it just fall to the side, inviting Danny to keep exploring his body knowing full well that he was in good hands.

Retrieving the bottle Danny had brought back with him, he pulled away slightly so that he could squeeze a good amount into his palm and slip his arm between their bodies.

Jake gasped when the hand unexpectedly wrapped around his still hardened length, lathering it up. Then Danny’s arm retreated, reaching up to pull one of Jake’s off his shoulders and guided it back down. “Here” Danny whispered, leaving Jake’s hand on his own erection to touch himself as he went back for more lube.

Jake tugged slowly, wanting to prolong the building tension but also mindlessly unable to stop himself from feeling that pleasure as Danny’s fingers found their way towards his entrance.

Danny shifted to the side, propping himself up on one elbow next to Jake’s head to give himself just a little more access in the small space. A tiny moan left Jake’s kiss swollen lips as his fingers circled him, feeling the muscle flutter underneath the pads of his fingertips until one pressed inside up to his second knuckle.

Jake’s grip on his cock tightened as he tried to keep his body from tensing up at the intrusion. Danny could feel the subconscious fight back, knowing he’d have to work to get Jake loose enough to accept him. He leaned over and placed a kiss against the point of his shoulder and Jake smiled a little bit before licking his lips. “It feels…” he couldn’t come up with the words because nothing sounded just right- strange, intimate, blissful.

Without finishing his sentence he wiggled his hips trying to get Danny to give him more. Danny got the signal, slowly pushing in until he was up to his last knuckle. Jake let out a sigh in an exhale, hoping Danny would start to move without him having to ask for it.

Danny was so tuned into Jake’s body right now though. He felt Jake’s muscles tense and relax over and over again until finally there was no fight. Jake relaxed fully and Danny began to nudge that finger in deeper, as deep as he could go, hooking it upwards until Jake’s hand abruptly stopped and his brows furrowed tightly.

Afraid he might have hurt him Danny started to pull back, but then Jake’s mouth fell open and a moan escaped. “Another Danny, I want another” he pleaded.

Jake started to whine when Danny’s finger slid nearly completely out of him, only the tip of his finger still remaining, but he was quickly silenced when another finger joined in alongside it and pushed inside as well.

There was a slight burn that subsided when Danny found the place he was just in, making Jake’s hips jerk up in overwhelming sensitivity. But then he settled back down, took a steadying breath and turned his head to catch Danny’s lips in a searing kiss.

“Fuck Jake you’re so tight” Danny whispered into his ear when Jake laid his head back down onto the pillow. “I can’t wait to fill you. To feel you all around my cock”.

Jake tightened around his fingers again at his words, another uncontrolled moan escaping him. His heels were digging into the sheets again, trying to work his own hips down against Danny’s fingers in search for that spot that had him seeing stars. One of Danny’s legs wrapped around Jake’s though, effectively pinning him down and keeping him in place as his fingers picked up their pace.

“Then do it Danny, fuck me already” he begged, having long forgotten that he was supposed to be stroking himself as well.

“Not yet love,” Danny eased him with more kisses against his shoulder. He had to keep his sanity right now, knowing that if he jumped the gun he would be doing more harm than good and this really could end all too soon.

Jake's body shuddered, he was sure Danny had never called him that before, love, though he’d said it multiple times tonight already. It was catching on and he liked it. “You know, they say it’s always the silent ones who are the freakiest in bed?” Jake chuckled, having lost his mind to the point he was just rambling about anything that came to him.

Danny chuckled a little as well, his chest bumping against Jake’s side. Not because he thought Jake was right, but because he seemed to have been nervous earlier for no reason. Jake ate up everything he did and said, he could probably lean over and spit into Jake’s mouth right now and Jake would drink it up without hesitation.

He stored that thought away for another time as he refocused on the task at hand and cautiously introduced a third finger. He waited for the tension to return, for Jake’s body to fight the addition, but there was no struggle this time. Jake was ready.

He worked those three fingers for a bit longer, ignoring the soreness building in his hand, until he was absolutely sure.

“Jake, ” Danny’s voice returned to its deeper register, sultry and dripping with lust, “turn over”.

Jake wasn’t sure what he’d meant at first. Too lost in his own world of pleasure to register the command until Danny was pulling his fingers from him and nudging his hip in the opposite direction. With his leg also free, Jake turned onto his side

Blind to what was happening behind him now, Jake could still hear the sound of the lube cap popping open again and the slight sticky sound of Danny lathering himself up.

He waited in silence as Danny scooted closer to him, waiting for him to push inside and connect them in the most intimate way.

Danny was too far behind him in thought though, still wanting to gently ease him into their union. He reached his still slick hand around and gave Jake a few tugs.

“No!” Jake cried out, startling Danny but also bringing him back down to Earth from where he’d started to ascend somewhere else entirely. He opened his mouth to ask Jake what the matter was, but Jake was already answering him with an arch of his back and his hand flying back to grip Danny’s thigh. “Please, inside me now”.

Danny bit the inside of his cheek to stop all the obscenities that were flooding his brain with Jake’s plea from spilling out.

Again, Danny obeyed, bringing his hand back around to guide himself between those profoundly round cheeks until he was nudging his way in.

Jake did good breathing through it, exhaling slowly and deeply until Danny’s hips were flush against his ass.

“Oh my god” Jake moaned. He’d never get enough of this feeling- never get enough of Danny.

Still propped up on one elbow, Danny wrapped the other arm around Jake’s chest, “I’m gonna move now”.

Jake didn’t have to say anything to let Danny know he was ready, his grip on Danny’s thigh only tightened as he felt the muscles begin to work underneath his hand.

His thrusts were shallow and slow at first, gaining momentum with each little noise he pulled from Jake. Like an audible reward for his patience, and the burning desire only grew in the depths of his stomach. He was losing himself now, quickly. Every thread of restraint he’d had was unraveling with each snap of his hips into Jake.

“I don’t ever want to stop” Danny groaned, burying his face underneath Jake's jaw where it cornered to meet his ear.

“Then don’t” Jake challenged, removing his hand from Danny’s thigh to bring it back in front of his body and grip the edge of the bunk instead. He arched his back harder, feeling his chest press against Danny’s embrace, and started to rock his hips back in sync with each of Danny’s thrusts forward.

The slight change in angle made all the difference, Danny could feel the way he slid in even a centimeter more and started to claim that spot deep within Jake again. “You’re pushing your luck” he grit his teeth, knowing if they kept this up much longer he’d be finishing without another word.

Only there was still so much he wanted to say, so many feelings raging within him that he needed to get out first before he could fully revel in his impending release. All those words still unspoken, and all those emotions boiled down into the one thing he knew he was capable of saying now-

“I love you too. I love you Jake. I love you” he repeated over and over again against Jake’s collar bone and he’d say it again and again until every bone in Jake’s body knew he was loved.

“Danny,” Jake’s voice shook as his body quivered underneath him, “I’m gonna cum, but please don’t stop”.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Danny asked, already starting to move his arm from Jake’s chest, but Jake grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm tighter around him.

“No, I want to cum just like this” Jake replied, letting himself remain completely wrapped in Danny’s embrace and with one more thrust he was breaking apart.

Jake’s head tilted back until he met Danny’s shoulder and his body went stiff as he came, but Danny didn’t let up. He fucked Jake through his orgasm, draining his last bit of energy into giving Jake everything he had as he scattered kisses across his face anywhere he could reach.

When Jake relaxed again and Danny was sure he was coming down from his high he finally let himself go as well, spilling inside Jake with one last kiss to his brow.

“Am I ever going to get tired of that?” Jake asked with a euphoric look on his face.

Danny settled his mind as he came down as well, looking for the right thing to say other than ‘I’m fucking not’.

“Do you ever get tired of playing shows?”

Jake thought about it for a moment. Sure at some point he’d grown tired of constantly being on the road, of being homesick, of keeping the same routine from town to town until they all started to blur together, but even then it wasn’t lost on him that he was living his dream. “I still get a rush of adrenaline right before getting on stage. Being up there, exposed for all those admiring eyes to see, it’s scary but it’s thrilling”.

Danny reached around and gathered the stray pieces of Jake’s hair that had fallen into his face with all the movement and smoothed it over to the side. “It’s the same,” he revealed his meaning for asking that question, letting his fingers continue to gently outline the pronounced features of Jake’s face. “I still get those feelings before a show too, but none of them compare to how I feel when I’m with you”.

He watched as Jake’s cheeks flushed and his lips curled into a toothy smile as he turned his head into the pillow to try and hide his embarrassment. “He sweet talks after sex too?”

Danny grabbed his chin and pulled it back towards him, leaning over to connect their lips once more. “I’m the whole package, you’d better get used to it”.

What if I don’t want to get used to it? Jake thought to himself, but held that thought in as he felt Danny’s softened length gently sliding out and the warm rush of the result of their lovemaking behind it.

“Don’t move, I'm going to get something to clean you up. Sam will be pissed if we get cum all over his sheets”. Danny gently crawled over him and finally stretched out once he stood back up.

“I think we’re a little too late for that” Jake replied, looking down at the mess he’d made in front of him.

“Oh, right” Danny turned, taking in the full image of his boyfriend looking absolutely wrecked and disheveled, and fucking hot. He wanted to jump right back in there with him, even if he couldn’t physically handle a round two right now, just holding a slightly sweaty messy Jake would suffice. Only that couldn’t be an option because even with their couple of hours in heaven, the others would be coming back eventually. “Well, let’s clean you first and we will worry about the rest later”.

“I’m hungry” Jake commented as he pulled his boxers back on. He hadn’t had anything to eat at the bar earlier, and the activities had burned enough calories to leave him starving, and thirsty.

“Well, there’s still the dinner I ordered that you completely ignored” Danny replied in a joking tone.

“Wait, you ordered food?”

“What did you think the table was for?” Danny chuckled, remembering the broken mess they’d left in the front of the bus.

“Oh right,” Jake started to remember as well, feeling a little bit guilty that Danny had put effort into something and he had jumped the gun, “sorry I got a little excited”.

“It’s alright, we can still heat it up” Danny grabbed Jake’s hand and guided him back out, watching the mess as he sat him down on one of the couches.

He left him there to fish the togo containers out of the large paper bag and popped them in the microwave. “Oh, there’s also this” he crouched down and opened the mini fridge next, retrieving a bottle of champagne.

He set the bottle down on the small counter and opened up a few of the cupboards, finding only coffee mugs, and a few cups. “Well, looks like I forgot to buy some flutes though”.

“That’s alright” Jake stood and joined him, picking up the bottle and tearing it open without worrying about reading the label. He popped the cork and immediately brought it to his lips, trying to catch as much of the overflow as possible before taking a drink and handing it back to Danny.

Danny took a drink as well then Jake reclaimed the bottle and moved one of the two chairs over to the still standing side of the lopsided table. He didn’t attempt setting the bottle onto the table, instead leaving it on the floor next to him and waited patiently for the microwave to ding that the food was ready.

“Hush, I’m trying to listen” Josh shushed his chatty younger brother as they walked up to the bus. “Do you want to walk in on something you don’t want to see?”

“No” Sam replied, quieting down as Josh placed his ear against the door. “Are they in there?” He asked in a loud whisper after just a few seconds.

“Yes they’re in there, shut up!” Josh shushed him again, “they’re laughing”.

“Then we’re good, hurry up and go inside, it's freezing out here”.

Josh opened the door and they filed inside, shocked to see Jake and Danny both in their underwear sitting across from each other at a broken table and eating pasta straight out of the containers. “What the hell happened in here?”

“Want some champagne?” Jake ignored his question and held the bottle up, trying to fight off his laughter at the look of sheer embarrassment painted across Danny’s face. “I know it’s your favorite”.

“Not if you’re not drinking out of glasses” Josh replied, stepping further into the bus with Sam close behind him. “What are you a bunch of animals?” He stared at the table again and their state of undress, putting two and two together. “You do realize you have bunks for that right? We know you use them”.

“Sam, I’m sorry” Danny interjected, realizing he’d gotten caught up with Jake again talking during their meal and had forgotten to strip the sheets before they returned.

Sam looked at them confused until Jake offered a bit more clarification. “Oh we used the bunks, just not ours”.

“You’re joking right!” Sam yelled, pulling out his phone and frantically swiping before turning to stomp out of the bus.

“Sam! Where are you going?” Josh called after him and turned to follow.

“I’m looking up laundromats nearby to wash my damn sheets!”

Jake chuckled as they watched them both storm out. He knew he should be more sorry, but he couldn’t help but just be so happy that this night was ending much better than he had originally anticipated.

“These came with the food” Danny mentioned, grabbing a handful of tiny foil wrapped chocolates, offering one to Jake.

“Too sweet” Jake declined, stabbing his fork into his last bit of pasta then getting up to start cleaning up some of their mess before Josh and Sam came back. He couldn’t help but keep looking back with a smile on his face though as he watched his boyfriend peel open the wrappers and pop them into his mouth.

Danny chewed on the candy, savoring the velvety taste. “They are tasty though” he commented, planning on getting up to clean too as soon as he finished the chocolates.

Jake came from behind him and grabbed one shoulder, leaned over the opposite, and gently pulled Danny’s chin toward him until their lips were connecting, capturing him in a surprising kiss. Danny reached up and ran his fingers up through the hair at the back of Jake’s head, cradling him there as he kissed back once he realized what was happening.

Jake pulled back first, licking his lips with a cute little satisfied hum, “like I said, sweet”.

This was really fun to write! Hope you enjoyed my fav boys! Thanks @gracev0609 for hearing me out with this idea and hyping me up… came a long way from 500 words 😅

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[aprocessionofthoughts]

Plans

part 7 of SIANT ao3

Danny kept his eyes closed and tried to let himself drift away, but it was nearly impossible. Everything hurt.

These latest sessions had been to test his regeneration. He hadn’t even known he’d be able to regenerate, but apparently he could. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

They had started small, cutting off a finger. But when the smaller tests worked they’d gone for his hands and feet, his limbs, his eyes.

They’d started checking how different injuries and methods of removal would affect the regeneration time.

At least they usually let him listen to space documentaries afterwards.

And Agent E was kind, he’d run his fingers through Danny’s hair and carry him instead of putting him in the cage. He’d only used the shock collar once this week, and it had been Danny’s fault. He had tried to resist being taken to the next test. He’s trying to be better, but it’s so hard to remember when he’s in so much pain. Agent E had been understanding, but had still needed to punish him.

Danny understands. He needs to be good because when he’s really good and doesn’t resist Agent E will put on space documentaries and sit by his cage so he isn’t so lonely.

They’d taken off the suppressant cuffs, so Danny knew this session was going to be bad.

He bites back a whine as searing heat cuts through his arm. Tears come to his eyes and they roll down his face, but he tries to be quiet. 

The scientists prefer it when he’s quiet.

—

“I got it!”

Tucker’s shout jolted Sam awake.

“What?”

“I found it! Transfer of specimen G52H2 to facility Delta.” he read off of his computer.

“How do you know that’s him?” Sam asked, coming over.

“There’s a mention about acquiring this specimen the same day Danny disappeared, and the location mentioned is Amity Park. It has to be him.” Tucker continued, typing rapidly on his computer. HIs eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, Sam wasn’t much better.

“Where’s the facility?”

“Iowa.”

Sam cursed. “How are we supposed to get there, especially with the GIW keeping anyone from leaving Amity?”

“I don’t know.”

“He’s been with them for over a month, Tucker! We need to find him!”

“I know! I know, Sam.” Tucker said, visibility trying to call himself.

Sam let out a wordless shout and kicked at the wall, before slumping to the ground.

Tucker heard her sniffle.

“We need to find him.”

Tucker closed his eyes and sighed. “We’re doing everything we can.”

“It’s not enough.”

“No, it’s not.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

“What if… what if we tell the Fentons? Or Valerie?”

“They hate Phantom.”

“I know, but they like Danny. And we need more manpower. We need more people on our side if we want to get Danny out.”

Tucker didn’t say anything for a while, just stared at his computer screen. “Let’s try Valerie first. And… we should tell Jazz what we know.”

“Are you sure? She’s already worried enough as it is.”

“Yeah, but I have a feeling that she knows more than she’s letting on. And I think she’d be more willing to believe us and still support Danny than Val will be.” Tucker pressed his palms into his eyes. He was so tired, but they had to get Danny out and somewhere safe. Then he’d rest. He looked over toward Sam. She was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. It looked like she was fighting not to fall asleep. They needed help. As much as he and Sam didn't want to admit it, they couldn’t do this on their own anymore. They had to risk telling someone.

“Okay.” Sam sighed. “You tell Jazz, I’ll tell Valerie.”

Tucker nodded. “Okay.”

Sam pulled herself to her feet and Tucker stood up.

“For Danny.”  Sam said.

“For Danny.” Tucker echoed.

[deadbydangit]

Going to a Scary movie with them

David, Ghostface, Dwight

David King

He's more excited for the snacks.

David loves his popcorn.

Smothered in butter and salt.

It's hardly edible to anyone but him.

And candy. So much candy.

Don't forget the slushes.

He's the type to get up in the middle of the movie to get more snacks.

Don't worry, he got some food for you too.

And half of it is gone before the movie starts.

He likes to act like he isn't scared.

Trying to be a macho man.

But he is jumping a bit.

And he'll spill a little popcorn.

"Oh, just a shiver. It's cold here. Come here love."

He'll pull you into his arms.

He wants to hold you because he's a little scared.

Let him think he's cuddling up to you to keep you warm and safe.

"Don't be scared love. I'm here."

As he does the cheesy boyfriend arm around your waist thing.

After the movie he might suggest sneaking into another movie.

He doesn't mind breaking the rules.

But, if you want to go home, he won't protest.

He'll ask to watch another movie at home though.

He really just wants to cuddle again.

Can you really blame him though?

Ghostface

His time to shine.

Horror movies?

Uh, yes please.

But going to a scary movie with him isn't nearly as fun as it seems.

First off, he won't shut up.

Like, at all.

"That wouldn't happen."

"Sloppy technique."

"This final girl is so unconventional."

"This is an insult to all slashers!"

People in the theater are going to hate him.

Other times, he's trying to scare you.

Suddenly grabbing your leg.

Getting close to your face.

Overall. Bring on obnoxious.

He's going to get you kicked out of the theater.

He's going to groan about it.

But he's also going to feel really bad.

"Sorry babe. I got too carried away."

Don't hold it against him.

If you do, he'll whine the whole day.

Let him take you home and show you one of his favorite scary movies.

The excitement in Danny's eyes.

How much he enjoys it.

How much he enjoys sharing it with you.

It makes it all worth it.

Dwight Fairfield

What are you doing?

Seriously.

Why?

Do you know how sensitive Dwight is?

Do you also know how much he wants to please you?

He's going to sit through this movie biting his nails.

He won't scream.

But he's screaming on the inside.

Probably crying too.

But he's holding it all in.

For you.

Because he wants to impress you.

But he isn't fooling anyone.

He's terrified.

He'll try and play it cool.

Put his arm around you and promise to keep you safe.

"D-don't worry. I won't let them get you."

But he's shaking at the same time.

Maybe fake being scared, boost his confidence.

Lord knows he needs it.

At the end of the movie, don't mention how afraid he looked.

Just give him a kiss.

Maybe go watch a comedy after.

That should chill him out.

And give him a chance to keep cuddling with you.

[leclerced]

thinking about Charles and teammate!gf (she rly needs a name!) being all over each other when they think they’re alone in the back of a dark club after a race but one of the drivers catches them (idk who— maybe Lando? Danny?? someone who’d for sure clown them about slipping up even tho everyone already knew they’ve been fucking for months)

Charles would be annoyed at them for interrupting more than anything as his hands never left her body, too drunk and smitten with her to care that they’d been found out. he just shrugs and smiles stupidly and waves the other driver away so he can go back to kissing his hot girlfriend <3

also I love thinking abt him teaching her French, his accent does things to me so I just KNOW girly would be absolutely dripping hearing him whisper all his dirty thoughts about her in her ear when they’re working and she’s not allowed to touch him. she’d get him back for it later though and have him whimpering underneath her in his driver’s room as she makes out with him and sits on his lap, grinding softly against his cock straining in his racing suit 🤭

help I’m hyperfixating and I need more of your thoughts pleeaaseeee 🫶🏼

im so sorry i saw this when u sent it but i was at work and forgot about it n then got sick and lost it pls forgive me <33 we do need to give her a name!!

max is the one to catch them because the three of them shared a podium together and yet he’s the only one partying as such, so he’s looking for them to pull them into his drinking shenanigans. he finds them in a booth at the very back of the vip section, after searching everywhere else he goes back to the couple he saw out of the corner of his eye while leaving the section earlier, he almost convinces himself it’s not them but then the couple parts for air and she goes for his neck, and max recognizes the blissed out face of his best friend as his head tips back and he moans, and as max gets closer, he realizes that she’s grinding on his lap. he slaps his hand on the table and they jolt apart as he teases, “since when are you two going at it?” as soon as charles sees max he laughs, and just shrugs, “awhile. don’t tell.” and max looks around to the drunk drivers meandering around the club and realizes even if one of them saw, they’re probably all too drunk to realize its the two ferrari drivers getting hot and heavy, or too drunk to remember it in the morning.

charles waves him away with one hand and cups her cheek to pull her in for another kiss with his other hand and max leaves them to it, after taking a photograph of them making out so even if he gets too drunk to remember, he’ll have the photo evidence to remind him in the morning so he can tease charles about it.

he speaks french alll the time around her, not even to her but to anyone who knows french. she never knows what he’s saying so it doesn’t even matter, he’s talking about how bad his race was and she’s dripping for him, like imagine it it happens in an interview, the interviewer speaks french by chance so charles they’re using french constantly. the cameras catch her biting her lip staring straight at him with the neediest look and f1 twit goes crazy for it, like damn girl gets it, she goes crazy for charles speaking french too.

but the dirty talk really gets her, she knows it’s dirty when he leans into her ear in a back hallway and puts his hand on her waist and starts whispering in a low voice all the things he wants to do to her, he’s not even doing anything and she wants to moan for him. anytime they get out of the car, he has a reason to be close to her, pretending they’re talking about the car as he gestures at ir but he’s really saying all the positions he wants to put her in. or telling her how he’d fuck her on the car.

as soon as they have a break, she’s pulling him away to her drivers room and after making out and grinds on him until he’s ready to cum in his suit, then she’d get off on his thigh. he loves when she does that so he’d be so into it, be even more turned on and half expecting her to get on her knees and finish him off like usual, but she leaves him high and dry. later, when he finds her in her garage, she asks him how it feels to be teased?

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #9

[masterlist]

Prompt found here

Thanks @stealingyourbones!

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There were a lot of old, weird, or old and weird things Tim's parents had picked up over the years, but his favorite was the ornate, almost delicate looking mirror in the entry hall. Most of the time, it was just a very fancy mirror, but at three am, when he's just pulling himself back in from a night of photographing vigilantes, it showed something different, something not of this realm. Of course, it didn't always happen; when it was especially overcast out or it was a new moon, the mirror wouldn't show the swirling green void with the occasional floating purple door. But when conditions were just right, he would sit on the chaise across the entry hall, and watch as doors drifted in and out of the mirror's view until he fell asleep.

He'd just sat down with his homework to finish a few last problems before laying back to watch the mirror, when something... Different happened. He heard an echoey voice, coming from the mirror of all things.

"What the—? I could have sworn this was a mirror earlier... Why are you showing the entry hall of a manor? And at night, no less... Is that—is that a kid?" Tim looked away from the mirror at that, then froze. If whoever was on the other side of the mirror was seeing him, then him moving in response to them talking was beyond stupid, why did he do that? "Ah frick, kid, can you hear me?"

Tim did his best not to move or show he could, in fact, hear the other person. He'd gone on an internet spiral a few months back and ended up learning all kinds of things about fey-like beings and creatures, and he was fairly certain that responding to someone, or something, that was talking to him through a freaking mirror would bring nothing good to him.

"Right, stupid question, even if you could, who knows what's showing on your end of whatever connection this is. For all I know, you can't see anything at all, and you're just hearing a disembodied voice in your entry hall. That would freak anyone out, so yeah, I'll give you a pass on answering that... Though I would like to know why you're awake at, what, two, three in the morning? Just going off the position of the moon in the window and the fact I doubt you're anywhere in Asia with a house like that." Tim rolled his eyes without meaning to and cringed at the cry of victory his interaction invoked. Ohh, he was going to get himself into so much trouble, he could just tell.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, Tim cautiously started interacting more with the voice from the mirror, who'd introduced himself as Danny the next night. Tim had yet to work up the nerve to verbally respond, no matter how many quips or sarcastic remarks he had to bite back, but tonight was different.

The past week and a half had mostly been a bust on vigilante stalking hunting, but today he'd leaned why. Jason Todd was dead. He was dead and his funeral had been announced during the evening news. Considering how Batman had nearly beaten Joker to death two nights ago, Tim was willing to bet the Clown Prince of Crime was at fault. Jason his Robin was dead and he wasn't coming back and—

"Woah, hey kid, I don't know what's wrong, but I need you to take a deep breath for me, alright? Can you breath in—hold—and breath out, that's it, breath in—hold—and breath out, a few more times for me buddy, breath in—that's it—and breath out, breath in—you've got this—and out, one more time, breath in—there we go—and out. There, much better, right?"

Tim nodded, shakily rubbing at his tears as sobs shook his chest. At least he could breath, now. "Jason's-s de-ead," he managed through the emotions lodged in his throat. "My-my neighbor's kid, J-Jason, is dead, a-and he has been fo-or almost a-a week." And I didn't know, was unspoken.

Danny cursed softly and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry to hear that, were the two of you close?"

He shook his head, nearly making himself dizzy with how hard and fast he was shaking it. "No," he grunted, "we weren't, b-but I really looked u-up to h-him. He was doing things I could only hope to be able to do, a-and he was h-helping so many people, but now he can't anymore because he's dead, and I can't do anything about it! His dad's in so much pain right now, but I can't help him cuz he doesn't know me and I barely know him, but R-Jason was my hero and I want to help, but I don't know how!" Tim was breathing heavily by the end of his tirade, his eyes burning and his head throbbing, but no longer actively crying, so that was something. Focusing on his breathing, he slowly unclenched his hands. He hung his head in defeat as he whispered brokenly, "I never know how to help."

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Over the next few months, Danny and Tim talked as much as they possibly could, making plans and figuring out all the ways those plans could, and likely would, go wrong. Through careful questions and even more careful answers, Tim had revealed that Jason had an older brother who might be able to help him help Bruce, so Danny had taught Tim how to approach to a grieving older sibling for help. Tonight was the culmination of all their preparation.

Tim took a deep breath before releasing it. Well, he thought, here goes nothing. He stepped forward and knocked on Dick Grayson's door.

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Well. I'm not exactly happy with that ending, but I started writing this really last minute, plus I made dinner at one point, so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯ this is what came of it! It got pretty angsty cuz I kinda didn't have an actual plan for this beyond "Tim likes to look at the ghost zone through his magic mirror, but Danny is a chatterbox and wants to protect the little kid on the other side" and I needed somewhere for this to actually go, so boom. Tim's first steps towards becoming Robin with a spooky twist (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ I feel like now would be a good time to mention I don't actually know the actual timeline of when Jason died and Bruce nearly killed Joker in response, let alone how long it took Tim to go to Dick with his concerns, so if things were too rushed or out of order, I apologize and claim creative liberty (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

Now, obviously, with Danny's influence, Tim will have a different story from here on out. Danny has become a confidant for Tim, even though Tim's never actually seen Danny, so eventually Danny's going to find out about the vigilante thing and start training Tim in other skills he'll need to be successful (things a human can replicate (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)) which will likely broaden his skill set quicker in my humble opinion. Not sure if I'll add more to this, though, so if anyone has thoughts, please, add them!

Have a good morning/day/night!

[nana2009]

Perhaps some more Danny with davekat if you are sill taking requests? Like maybe some domestic davekat and Danny is also there?

so sorry 4 the wait anon! i couldnt think of many domestic scenarios, so i hope u can forgive me with these doots + sum headcanons m(_ _)m

With Dave:

baby Danny really likes to bite him! Especially since human flesh is soft, so it gets addicting for a growing wriggler……

it's very much fun to climb up his parents', but his favourite playground is dave since he's taller and bulkier. on the same topic, he also prefers dave to carry him (one of the motives is the one cited above)

he gets more naughty and playful when dave tries to take care of him. examples include: bathtime, feeding, getting dressed, being put to sleep, etc. while he is more well-behaved with karkat(albeit still fussy like all kids)

human and troll body warmth are different, and although karkat's mutation makes him very warm, it's a little too much to the kid, which makes him rather cuddle to dave(specifically under his arms or even worse, directly on top of his nose…)

he acidentally pinches dave sometimes when being held, but it's not on purpose :(

kinda weird one, but when danny's in a vulnerable position(ex.: using his diaper) he gets alert when dave(or anyone other than karkat) is around, and stares straight into their soul. troll instincts not fully identifying him as a lusus or smth idk

With Karkat:

as i mentioned before, much better behaved with karkat, although it may be because he's much more strict than dave

even if he prefers dave in question of comfort, he would rather stay with karkat if possible, since troll reasons idklolz

karkat grabs him by the scruff like a kitten because i think thats cute

more cat-like habits include: getting super close to danny if he feels threatened, keeping very close watch no matter where(at least during his toddler years), purring and chirring to make him feel safe :3

danny likes climbing karkat too, but its really so he can stay either on his chest or his hair(his favourite parts in question of warmth)

they share much more common interests, although personality-ways he matches more with dave

on the topic of personalities, he's very ill-tempered. not as much as karkat, but he's much quicker to explode(especially as a little grub!)

and another thing relating to his troll/human hybrid thing, his instincts really collide with eachother, since dave is not a troll, danny subconsciouly think of it as danger but also as a lusus, while the human genes stop him from like, screeching or attacking or crying since it knows its his parent and doesn't have the "stranger danger" signal. I might get in depth on that hybrid effect in another post if you guys get interested but for now thats it since i dont want to make this post long (ﾉ∀＼*)

again, sorry again anon!!

bonus image :3 whatthehell is this font

[bihanspookies]

For Alora!! 💓💓💓

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

🍆 [EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?

Eeee thanks bb💛🧡

🍉: Silly answer is that she sobbed during Marley and Me. She was alone when watching it and usually dog movies will make her sad but not enough to cry but once she saw this one, she vowed to never see it again lmao. She’s not a crier, she doesn’t like crying, she’d rather get it out by beating something up. She’s never told anyone bc she just feels in her gut that someone will bring it up at random moments and simply seeing little Marley starts the waterworks.

Serious answer is that she secretly fears being alone in the end. She knows she puts up these walls that make it very difficult to get close to her bc she’s afraid of letting people in and having them ultimately leave her in some way. But even though she does that, she does truly fear having no one by her side at the end because even she can admit to herself that she does need at least one friend in her life.

She thrives in solitude in the comfort of her room because she knows that she’s not ever truly alone, and there’s always someone at base or nearby.

🥝: Outside appearance does match how she really is in terms of being rough around the edges, not afraid to say what’s on her mind, and being mean at times. Her scars match her tough exterior and even the ones that not everyone sees really show what she’s gone through (her mangled thigh from a Tarkatan bite and the multiple puncture wounds on her stomach from a Kytynn stinger).

But if you’re able to get that past that then you’ll see that she’s not all fire and ice. She does have a tender heart towards plants and animals especially Michi. Her humor, while mainly sarcastic and brash, isn’t always at the expense of someone. She does have her kind moments and tends to show them in acts of service (like fixing Alex’s mask when she broke it during a fight). She can be very tough love but knows when to tone it back and try a different approach.

🍆: In terms of being used, the main thing that she’s used for is her strength. She has Shang Tsung’s magic flowing through her and ultimately has the same power as a full grown Shokan. So in BD she’s usually first choice as a punishment against a traitor or someone that messes with the business.

In terms of being tricked or deceived, it can be 50/50. If it’s for the BD and seems reasonable she’ll do whatever it is with little to no questions. Now if it’s someone who’s known to manipulate (Danny for example) then she starts asking for more information. She won’t dig too far because it doesn’t take long for her to decide if she wants to help or not so if someone is planning on using her, they better make their spiel short, sweet and to the point lmao.

Alex: @chadillacboseman

[ilovewriting06]

Forbidden

A/N: This is by far the saddest thing I have ever written so proceed with caution. Also no hate towards Chin but I needed a semi bad guy and it couldn’t be Steve or Danny so I picked Chin. Again I have nothing against him.

I raise my hands as a cop points his gun at me. I blink away tears as I’m cuffed and read my rights and led to the police car. I take in a shaky breath as I rest my head back and feel a tear slip down my face. I can’t believe my own sister would frame me for murder.

You see I’m the daughter of the head of the Yakuza and my sister Michelle, found out my deepest secret and as punishment is framing me for murder, the murder of my fathers right hand man making me the new target of the Yakuza and a cop making me the prime target of all law enforcement on Oahu.

I wince in pain as I’m led down a hall and led into a dark room with a harsh grip on my arm. I’m thrown onto a cold metal chair and cuffed to it. The man I recognize as Chin tightens the cuffs until they dig into my wrists. He steps back, “Why did you kill them? Your fathers right hand man I understand, working your way up the ranks, but why the cop? What did he do?” Tears cloud my eyes and I shake my head, “I didn’t do it! I swear!” Chin grits his jaw, “We have evidence! We have your DNA on the scene, your finger prints on the shell casings found on both scenes!” I pull on the cuffs, “I was set up!” He walks closer to me and I flinch away before the door is flung open, “Chin!” He spins around to see Steve and Danny walking in the room. Steve motions to the door, “Give us a minute.” Chin nods and throws me one last glare before leaving the room.

When the door closes and it’s just Steve, Danny, and I Steve rushes to the chair and unlocks the cuffs. Danny stares wide eyed as I rub my wrists, “What the hell are you doing?” Steve spins around, “She didn’t do it.” Danny throws his hands in the air, “Oh and how do you know that? Can you read minds now?” Steve sighs and kneels in front of me, “I’m so sorry, I’m the reason they’re doing this.” He wipes the stray tear off my cheek and I shake my head, “Don’t. Don’t take the blame, we had no idea she knew and we never thought she would do this. Especially since she’s my sister.” I bite my lip to hold in a sob, “How could she do this to me? Her own sister. I protected her from HPD and from you and she framed me for two murders that put a target on my back. Even if we take care of one we still deal with the others.” He nods, “I know.” I gasp and stand up before pacing the floor, “No, no, no, they know about you! If dad finds out he’ll have you killed!” I wasn’t paying attention to where I was pacing and I run into Danny. He stiffens and grabs for his gun but he’s stopped be Steve grabbing his arm, “Do not pull a gun on her, ever.”

Danny looks between us bewildered, “How the hell do you know she’s innocent!? What makes you think shes trust worthy!?” I grab Steve’s hand as his nose flares and pull him back a little. He looks at me and I give a small nod before he turns back to Danny, “I know she’s innocent because she was with me.”

“Wh-what?”

Steve sighs and I speak up this time, “That’s why Michelle framed me for the murders. She found out I was seeing Steve somehow and turned on me. She’s never liked me since I was adopted as a baby and when she found this information she must have decided it was time to get rid of me for good. I had no idea she knew but the next thing I know I’m being told that I murdered two men and I was being arrested. But you have to believe me, I have no intention of hurting anybody, I never have. That is my fathers business and my sister took it on as hers as well, but I was the black sheep. I went through all the training but never had the heart or want to hurt anyone. That’s kind of how Steve and I started our relationship.”

“I’m sorry, relationship?” Steve and I nod and he shakes his head, “Nope don’t believe it, do you have proof?” Steve raises his hands, “Is my word not enough proof?” Danny shakes his head, “Hell no! Have you met her family she could have some like magic voodoo over you or somethin’.”

Steve sighed and reached for his phone but furrowed his brows when his pocket was empty. His head along with Dannys turned to me as I unlocked Steve’s phone, “What’s mine is yours is it not?” He chuckled before I swung the phone around to Danny, “There’s a whole album of us on there.” Danny’s eyebrows furrow as he flips from one photo to the next all of me and Steve or of just me. He hands Steve the phone and sighs, “How did this start?”

I look at Steve and then back at Danny, “Ten months ago I broke into Steve’s house but it wasn’t to hurt him, it was to help him without people finding out. I fed him information and about a month in we started dating, and here we are.”

Danny’s mouth dropped, “You’re why we took so many members of the Yakuza down.” Steve and I nod and Danny leans against the wall processing all of this new information. He straightens up and points between us, “Was she with you when both murders took place?” Steve looked at me and thought about it and nodded, “Yeah she was.” Steve and I looked at each other as it clicked before Danny looks at Steve, “Are you willing to take the stand and testify on her behalf?” Steve nods his head once in finality, “Absolutely.” I stiffen, “You can’t!” They look at me with furrowed brows and I cup Steve’s face, “If you testify the Yakuza will put a target on my back and yours. I won’t let you do it, I will not be the reason the man I love dies.”

He grabs my hands with a small smile, “I can take care of myself and you can’t stop me.” I sigh knowing he’s right before nodding in agreement, “But some things have to change.” Steve tilts his head to signal me to continue, “I can’t go back home so I’ll need a place to stay, preferably your house and second of all when your here I’m here, no ifs, ands, or buts.” He chuckles and kisses my cheek, “Deal.”

Steve takes my hand before leading my through the maze of halls and to an elevator with Danny trailing behind. When we get in the elevator I feel the tiredness seep in from all the running and stress I’ve put my body through. I lean my head on Steve’s shoulder and close my eyes as he pulls me closer to him. I groan and blink when the elevator dings and follow behind Steve and Danny to the room where everyone who hates me stand. When Chin looks up his eyes flare in anger and he comes towards me. I jump behind Steve who loops his arm back to keep my behind him before he yells, “Stand down!” Chin stops in his tracks as he takes in the scene before him, “What is she doing here!?”

Steve huffs out an angry breath and I rub his back to help him calm down, “She’s here because she’s innocent. She didn’t kill either of those two guys.”

Chin looks bewildered and angry, “Do you honestly believe that!? The evidence says one thing and it says that she was the one that pulled the trigger! What part of that don’t you understand!? She deserves to be in prison she deserves to DIE in prison! Maybe she should get a bullet put between her eyes like she did to Lt. Burns!”

Steve goes to walk forward towards Chin and I run in front of him and put my hands on his chest, “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Take a breath and think this through I’m okay, I’m not hurt, and I’m not offended. You have nothing to protect me from.” He takes another huff processing what I said and I grab his jaw and tilt his head down to meet mine, “Look at me,” he still doesn’t look at me and my voice gets a little more demanding, “Look at me.” His eyes snap to mine and his eyes are still lit in anger so I do the only thing I can think of I kiss him. I place my hands on his chest and smash my lips to his and he’s quick to kiss back and I smile when I feel his muscles relax under my fingertips. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer and I almost continue to deepen the kiss but I push myself away when I remember where we are. I glance in his eyes to see that they’ve softened and are no longer on fire. His hold on my isn’t as tight but it’s still present as I turn around to face everyone to see bewilderment in their eyes except for Danny who just looks intrigued and a little disgusted.

Steve looked right in Chin’s eyes, “Like I said she did not do it. And if you want proof I’m standing right in front of you, the nights the murders took place she was with me. That’s why I believe she didn’t do it.”

Chin and Kono looked flabbergasted and Danny spoke up, “It’s true, I saw pictures.” I snorted out a laugh and Steve continued, “I’m going to go to my office and call the prosecutor, and I expect everyone to be intact when I get back.” As he said the last part he glared right at Chin before placing a kiss on my temple and going in his office.

I watched as he sat at his desk and picked up the phone before turning around as I heard Kono, “Soooo, how did that happen? No offense but you’re not someone I would have expected him to get involved with.” I sigh and lean against the table and Danny barks out a laugh, “Oh you’re gonna love this!” I throw him a look and smile before turning to Kono, “I broke into his house….three times.” Chin huffed and sarcastically said, “Only three?” I bit my cheek and took a breath before forcing a smile, “Yes, after that I got a key.”

Danny’s head swiveled around and gasped, “You got a key!?” I nod and he places his hand over his heart with a pout, “I’m hurt, even I don’t get a key.” I laugh, “The only reason he gave me a key is because the last time I broke in I had been stabbed and shot….and bleeding out in his living room. You actually were there the next morning and he made some excuse to come upstairs so he could check my wounds and change the dressing.” His mouth falls open, “He lied to me!? Why didn’t he tell me!?” I smile and bump his shoulder, “He didn’t want to get you involved just yet,” I looked at everyone before adding, “any of you.”

I glance into Steve’s office to see him motion me in when our eyes meet. I look at everyone and smile, “I’ll be right back.”

Danny’s POV

I turn to Chin with raised eyebrows, “I hope you know that he will kill you if you say anything like that about Y/N again.” Kono nods in agreement, “Sorry cuz, but I have to agree with Danny on this one, they’re obviously in love and you have her to thank for you not being dead.” I nod, “True, he was very close to tackling you when she stopped him.” Kono looks at me and nods, “I know! I’ve never seen anyone dare to get in his way let alone talk him down from doing something stupid, she’s definitely special.” I nod in agreement and watch Chin roll his eyes, “She’s just using him, when push comes to shove she’ll ditch him when he needs her, there is no way a Yakuza member would risk their life for someone, let alone a cop.” I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t yell at him but Kono beats me to it, “Damn cuz, don’t you believe in true love? Seriously what’s your deal with her, she didn’t kill anyone and apparently she’s the reason we’ve taken so many Yakuza down?” Chin rolls his eyes before storming to his office. I turn around to see Steve glaring holes into the back of Chins head and Y/N squeezing his hand and whispering to him.

Y/N’s POV

When I step into Steve’s office I walk over to his desk before sitting on the edge of his desk right in front of his chair. He wheels himself to be in between my legs before resting his hands on my hips, “I talked to the prosecutor and he’s organizing for my testimony.” I smile and nod as I run my fingers through his hair, “You don’t have to do this. She’ll target you for getting me exonerated.” He pulls me closer and nods, “I know, but I want to. You don’t deserve to be in prison for something you didn’t do. That would be letting Michelle win.” I cup his face with a smile, “I love you.” He smiles his dazzling smile, “I love you too.”

We step out of the office right as Chin storms away and I squeeze Steve’s hand, “It’s okay baby, he just has to process everything.” He relaxes slightly and nods.

Three Days Later

I’ve been exonerated and made a temporary member of 5-0 to help take Michelle down. Chin still hates me and it’s becoming harder and harder to hold Steve back from doing something stupid. I look up when I hear the computer ding before yelling , “They found Michelle!”

Within minutes we’re speeding to the warehouse where HPD tracked Michelle and her guys to. When we get there we get suited up except for Chin because we were one best short before heading in. Kono is with Chin and I and Danny and Steve are together much to Steve’s chagrin.

I duck behind a skid of boxes as bullets rip through the air while yelling through the coms, “Steve! They’re on the south side!” I hear him confirm the location before heading this way.

I look to the side and see Michelle with a gun pointed at Chin and Chin can’t see her. I stand up and tackle Chin to the ground as Michelle pulls the trigger. I roll off of Chin and take off my vest and throw it at him as he lays wide eyed on the ground. I stand up as Michelle goes to grab Chin and tackle her.

She stumbles back at the force and the gun flies out of her hand. She shoves me off but I wrap my leg around the back of hers taking her down with me. My head flies backward as her foot collides with my chin. I groan before rolling over as she grabs my arm and twists it. I let out a small scream in pain as she stands taking me with her. I grit my teeth when I see the gun before swinging my head back and into her face. She groans and lets me go and I dice for the gun. I look up when I hear Steve and Danny come running in. Michelle uses the distraction as an advantage and dives on top of me to grab the gun. I struggle with Michelle and roll around as she pins me to the ground. I let out a growl before kneeing her in the gut and grabbing the gun but before I can shoot her she grabs my arm pulling it in between us as she tries to wrestle it out of my hand. I hear Kono yell that she has a shot and two gunshots ring out at the same time. I sigh out of relief as Michelle falls off of me before I look down to see red quickly staining my grey shirt.

I feel my body quiver and watch as Steve runs over and kneels beside my head pulling me into his lap as he puts pressure on the wound. I grab his hand and look up at him with a smile, “It’s a okay, it doesn’t hurt.” The last thing I hear is a shout of my name as the world around me goes black.

Steve’s POV

When Danny and I run into the room I see Michelle and Y/N rolling around on the ground and Kono helping Chin stand. My face pales as I notice Chin has Y/N’s vest. I run over and push him against the boxes, “Why the hell do you have her vest!?” He chokes out that she gave it to him and I release him as Kono nods that is indeed what happened.

I turn around and watch as Y/N dives for the gun and try and get a shot. I grit my jaw when I can’t get one until Kono yells that she has one. Kono pulls the trigger but I furrow my brows as two gunshots are heard. I look over to see Michelle fall to the ground and my heart stops as I see the blood pooling around Y/N.

I run over and kneel beside her as I put pressure on the wound. She grabs my hand and tells me it doesn’t hurt and tears cloud my vision because I know what that means. Her head rolls to the side as she loses consciousness. Everything after that was a blur, the ambulance, the paramedic’s, the doctors and nurses, the grim faces of everyone in the waiting room with me.

I snap back to reality as I feel someone place a hand on my shoulder. I look over to see Danny with a frown on his face, “Steve.” I look at him and he continues, “The nurse said that the doctor will be here in a minute.”

I clear my throat and nod before standing up as a doctor walks in, “Who is the next of kin?” I rub my hands together, “I guess that’s me?” He nods, “What is your relation to the patient?” I look around before looking back at him, “I, umm, I’m her boyfriend. She doesn’t have any other family.” He nods before gesturing over to the corner away from people. I follow him over and feel my heart in my throat at his words, “She survives the surgery, barely, she died on the table twice but we were able to revive her. She lost a lot of blood, she has head trauma, four broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and a hairline fracture to her forearm. She’s in a medically induced coma in hopes it will give her body time to heal. The next few days will be touch and go,” he stops a second and takes in a breath, “I do have to tell you that the survival rate for someone in her condition, there’s an 87% fatality rate. And the next 72 hours will be the most critical after that the fatality rate drops down to around 42%.”

I lean against the wall as tears swim in my eyes and nod before choking out a thank you. When he leaves the room I stay in my position a little longer as I feel everyone’s eyes on me. I take a breath before leaving the room and heading to the vending machines.

Danny’s POV

Ever since we got to the hospital Steve has been in a daze and when the doctor came in I could tell the news wasn’t good from his face. I watched as Steve’s body slumped against the wall and he fought back tears before leaving the waiting room. I looked at everyone to see concerned faces on everyone’s face, even Chin’s.

I sigh and stand up to go find Steve. I find him standing in the hall staring blankly at the vending machines. I place my hand on his shoulder and he glances at me and I see everything I need to in his eyes, she’s dying, and now it’s just a waiting game.

“Steve. What did he say?”

He swallowed hard before wiping his eyes, “She has an 87% chance of fatality for the next 72 hours and if she lives past that the fatality rates drops down to 42%. They have her in a medically induced coma in hopes that her body can recover.”

I watch as he slides down the wall as tears flow down his face. I sit beside him and we sit in silence taking comfort in each other’s presence before Steve speaks up, “When she broke into my house, I knew. I knew she was going to change my life forever but I didn’t know how. I guess I know now.”

I lean my head against the wall before asking, “If you could, would you change anything?” I felt him sigh, “No, the last few months have been the best of my life. And if she does, if she does die she’ll have supplied me with some of the best memories.”

Time Skip

I sigh as I walk through the graveyard seeing Steve standing over her grave as the rain pours down. I choke back some of my own tears. She survived in the coma for two days but in the end her body couldn’t survive the fight. Steve was there when she stopped breathing and he was there when they pronounced her dead. He hasn’t been the same since and it’s been two months since that day.

I stand by his side, “Steve, it’s been two months, maybe you should come back to work, it hasn’t been the same since you took leave.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of her gravestone and his tears mix with the rain, “If was doomed from the start.” I furrow my eyebrows and look at him, “What?”

“Me and her. It’s was forbidden by even god himself.”

I rest my hand on his shoulder as I look at her gravestone, “Sometimes the forbidden things are the sweetest things.”

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Prompt Idea: Inspired by your tiny geometries fanifc, I think you should do an fanfic where vlad kidnaps danny and forces him to be his son. Danny may or may not devolve into Stockholm syndrome

I'm actually thinking I could maybe continue Tiny Geometries if I link it to Planned...

But anyway, for now, I decided to write this one-shot as an alternative scenario in Dissembled when Vlad visits Danny in the lab and offers to free him but with some strings attached. I may or may not add this as a bonus chapter to the actual fic, haven't decided since it's not nearly as polished as the rest of the fic.

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Danny stared up at Vlad from where he lay on the examination lab table. "Are you going to tell them where I am?"

Vlad smiled politely.

Danny tried to sit up, but the restraints kept him down. "Sam, Tucker, Jazz—are you going to tell them where they can find me?"

"I suppose that is the question before us now, isn't it?" said Vlad. "Am I going to tell your friends and sister that your mother has been keeping you prisoner in a secret lab far away from Amity Park for a whole week now? Am I going to give them the information they need to rescue you from her torturous experiments that she insists are all for research?" He paused. "Or perhaps you want to know if I am going to get you out of here myself."

Danny's heart jolted, but he did not even breathe in response.

Vlad held his hands behind his back while pacing slowly beside the lab table Danny was strapped to. "I certainly could. It would only be too easy to remove these restraints and free you." He stopped his pacing at the foot of the table. "But will I? Well, that depends."

Danny swallowed and waited.

Vlad moved closer to Danny's head and placed his hands on the table. "Don't you think you should do something for me, Daniel? If I get you out of this, you know you would owe me something, don't you?"

"What do you want, Vlad?" whispered Danny.

"I want you to submit to me."

Danny closed his eyes, his gut twisting and tangling.

"Denounce your father," Vlad continued. "Perhaps your mother now as well after all she's done to you here. Leave your entire family; let me be your family instead. You know I'm the only one who could really understand you. I'm the only one who knows how it feels to be like you."

Danny shut his eyes even tighter, his whole body shaking.

"Join me," said Vlad. "I'll look after you. I'll keep you safe. No one—human or ghost—will ever hurt you again, Daniel. I won't let them. Not your mother, not anyone."

He was in so much pain and he didn't want to hurt anymore. The promise was so comforting even coming from Vlad.

"All I ask is for your loyalty," said Vlad. "You can continue protecting the town from ghost threats, but you must also do as I say. I'll give you everything you need, and I can even train you, help you reach your full potential. Imagine what we could do together, Daniel."

Vlad stroked the side of Danny's head.

"This can all go away." Vlad's voice was soothing. "You just have to promise to obey me."

Vlad continued petting Danny's head and hair, a touch that made Danny shudder and melt all at once. He wanted to bite Vlad's hand, lean into it, shove it away, drench it with his tears.

"So instead of being my mom's prisoner," said Danny in a dark, thick tone that shook, "you want me to be your prisoner."

Vlad pulled his hand away, and Danny stopped himself from whining in protest.

"You don't have to think of it that way," said Vlad. "You would have a great deal of freedom as long as you don't defy me."

"And what if I do defy you?" asked Danny. "What if I don't do as you say?"

Vlad smiled but said nothing.

"I know the sort of things you'd make me do," said Danny, his voice gaining strength but still shaking. "I know what you'd try to turn me into."

A liar. A thief. A murderer. A criminal.

"But you wouldn't be a specimen," said Vlad. "You wouldn't be hurt."

"But I would be used."

"But not hurt."

The emphasis was not lost on Danny. Because God, he was tired of hurting.

But even if his own pain ceased, Vlad would make him hurt others.

Hurting others just so that he himself wouldn't be hurt anymore, a new existence of endless pain and internal torment.

"I can't." Danny fought back tears. "And you know I can't."

"But you could be great, Daniel." Vlad clutched the side of the table and leaned over Danny. "Your family and friends have been holding you back. It's been killing me to watch you waste so much potential."

"What you have in mind for me isn't what I'd call greatness, Vlad."

Vlad lowered his eyes. Danny hardened his gaze in an attempt to keep his tears from escaping.

"I see," said Vlad quietly. "Then I have no reason to stay any longer."

Vlad picked up the chair he had brought over earlier and moved it back across the lab. Danny watched him, his chest stuck and frozen, unable to pull in breath.

This didn't feel real.

He had to be dreaming.

Vlad returned to Danny's side and rapped his knuckles on the table a couple times. "It was so good to visit with you, little badger. I do hope I'll get to see you again, but if not, then I suppose this is goodbye."

He began to walk away. Panic bolted through Danny's nerves. His chance to escape was leaving, going—

"So that's it?" asked Danny, his voice tense and high-pitched.

Vlad turned back to him.

"You really won't help me?" Danny tried to keep his voice strong. "You won't even tell my friends and Jazz where I am unless I agree to go with you? You're really just going to leave me here?"

"It's not like I want to leave you here, Daniel."

"But that's what you're doing. So why are you leaving me if you don't want to?"

Vlad's image blurred through Danny's tears. He blinked to force the tears to fall, no longer caring if Vlad saw him crying at this point.

"I can't just let you go with no strings attached," said Vlad. "You have ruined so much of what I have been working toward since the day we met. So many of my plans wasted due to your meddling."

"But I would never do this to you," insisted Danny. "If I saw you like this, I wouldn't leave you. I would help you."

"Oh, I know you would." Vlad chuckled. "Which is why you'd be a terrible businessman."

Danny's neck and face flared with heat and rage and despair. Everything hurt, everything felt ready to burst.

"This situation is a win-win for me," said Vlad. "Either you become mine and assist me with my plans, or you're no longer around to interfere with them."

He was breaking, rupturing.

An impossible choice. No matter which choice he made, he would lose and Vlad would win.

He wished he didn't have to make this choice, wished that Vlad had just never come at all.

But Vlad was here. He was offering him a way out.

A terrible way out. But a way out nevertheless.

Vlad dragged his fingers on the table as he walked alongside it. "I won't be coming back after this." He halted at the foot of the table and turned to face Danny fully. "This is your only chance. Are you sure you want to stay here? Are you sure this is what you want?"

Danny shut his eyes, pushing the tears out faster.

Vlad sighed deeply, dramatically. "All right. Then I'm going."

Danny didn't open his eyes but he could hear Vlad walking, retreating, his shoes clicking on the floor, his footsteps getting farther and farther away.

His escape, his freedom, getting away from him, abandoning him.

"Wait," Danny cried. "Vlad, please wait."

The footsteps stopped immediately. Danny opened his eyes to find Vlad near the main lab door.

"Is there really no other way you'll help me?" Danny tried to raise his voice above a whisper but his throat was clenched tight. "Isn't there any other kind of deal I can make with you?"

Vlad was silent for a long moment. Then he came back.

"I'm sure you'd love to make some other kind of deal for your freedom," said Vlad. "You probably have plenty of alternatives you want to offer me. But this is all I want, Daniel. There's no alternative I will agree to. Either accept my conditions or I must leave you here."

Danny stared at him, pleading with his eyes because he didn't want to say the words, didn't want to beg for mercy, beg for his life.

But if he could get down on his knees, he was embarrassed to think that he probably would.

"This is really it, Daniel," said Vlad. "I'm leaving. Do you want to accept my conditions or not?"

Panic flooded Danny's senses and yet he still couldn't speak. Vlad turned and started walking away again.

"I do," Danny rasped, but Vlad didn't stop. He cleared his throat and called out louder, "I do accept them."

Vlad returned and again stood over him.

"Please get me out of here, Vlad," Danny whispered. "Please, before she comes back."

Vlad smiled and inclined his head. "Of course, little badger."

He moved around the table and undid every restraint. Danny's limbs stayed where they were, suddenly numb with exhaustion. Vlad placed a hand behind his back and guided him to sit up.

"You're all right now," said Vlad soothingly. "I'm taking you home."

Vlad transformed, glowing red eyes and fangs appearing in a ghostly flash. He placed his other arm under Danny's knees and effortlessly lifted him, cradling Danny against his chest.

Fatigue washed over Danny, all energy leaving him as his body went limp in Vlad's arms. He was fading, nodding off with his head against Vlad's chest. He felt Vlad lift off the floor and then phase through the ceiling, fresh air and sunshine hitting his face and then floating away into darkness.

He awoke some time later. He sat up and looked down at his wrists, no longer shackled to a lab table but free, pressing against a soft mattress in a large bedroom. His ghost form was also gone, replaced with his normal clothes and human complexion.

He scanned the room he was in, a cozy bedroom with ornately patterned wallpaper and Victorian furniture.

The memory of Vlad picking him up and flying him out of the lab came back to him. Had that been real? Was he in a room in Vlad's mansion?

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and became aware of something heavy around his neck. He reached up and tried yanking on it, a thick metal collar. He looked around for a mirror, but he could tell the collar was some kind of electronic device without even actually seeing it.

He stood and headed to one of the bedroom's doors that was ajar, pushing it open entirely and fumbling for a light switch on the wall, which he found quickly. A bathroom, sizable with a combination shower and tub, clean and smelling like tea tree and mint. Certainly a welcome change from the sterile and chemical smells of the lab.

He then tried the only other door in the bedroom, the one he was pretty sure must lead out into the rest of the mansion. Vlad was probably somewhere out there, perhaps Danny could find him and ask him what the hell this collar was—

The doorknob turned, but the door would not open. Danny frowned, tugging on the door. It was not locked, but there was something preventing the door from opening.

He pressed his fingertips against the door, but his molecules would not obey his command to phase through it. His mother had disabled his powers in the lab; had Vlad not restored them yet?

Danny frantically checked the room for another way out. There were two large windows barred with thick carbon steel looking out on an expansive forest view. Danny helplessly gripped two of the window bars, which were too close together to push his head through entirely.

Vlad had locked him in here and had no intention of letting him leave.

God, what was he thinking trusting Vlad? Of course Vlad was just going to set him up in a new prison after "rescuing" him from that lab. Of course Vlad would never actually let him be free again.

Danny's fingers curled over the collar clamped around his neck.

There was nothing to do now but wait. Wait for something to change, for Vlad to come and see him—he wasn't sure what would be happening next, but he knew this was right where he would be when it did happen.

Danny tried to entertain himself. He switched on the Smart TV in the room and browsed the selection of streaming services. He opened all the drawers in the writing desk that was set up against one of the walls, finding nothing but office supplies like paper and pens. He looked through the books in the bookcase set up next to a comfortable chair in a corner of the room. But his mind was unable to focus on anything.

At last, Danny flopped on the bed, realizing just how sore and in pain he was. He stared up at the ceiling, the same thing he had been doing when he was a captive specimen in that lab.

It seemed to be all he knew how to do anymore.

Some time later, a couple knocks sounded at the door. Danny sat up on the bed and saw Vlad phase through the door, in human form and dressed in his normal suit, smiling just like his usual pompous asshole self.

"Daniel," greeted Vlad with warmth. "You're awake."

"I've been awake for a while," said Danny testily.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, little badger. I had some mayoral work to take care of; you understand."

Danny rolled his eyes but said nothing.

"How are you feeling?" asked Vlad. "Do you need anything for the pain?"

Danny wasn't sure how to answer. Because yes he would love some painkillers right now but he also didn't trust anything Vlad might give him.

Vlad started approaching him. Danny hopped off the bed and stepped backward from him. Vlad immediately stopped where he was.

"It's all right, Daniel," said Vlad softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Then why have you locked me in here with no way out?" demanded Danny. "Why do I still not have my powers?"

"Just a precaution," said Vlad. "I didn't want you to try to leave before I had a chance to talk to you. That collar around your neck is suppressing your powers for now, but I will remove it in due time, I promise."

Danny reflexively reached up and grabbed at the collar.

"It's hypoallergenic," Vlad continued. "But do let me know if it causes any skin irritation or discomfort."

"It's really uncomfortable."

"You know that's not what I mean."

Danny glared at him, lowering his hands and balling them into fists.

Vlad stepped toward him again. Danny stepped back until he hit a wall. Vlad placed a gentle hand on Danny's face, holding and turning his jaw to study him from different angles.

"Your mother really did some terrible things to you in that lab, didn't she?" said Vlad.

Vlad trailed his hands down Danny's scarred arms. Danny shuddered and pulled his arms out of Vlad's grasp.

"So have you," said Danny, narrowing his eyes.

Vlad was silent for a moment before shrugging, chuckling under his breath. "We have had a bit of a history, haven't we, little badger? But I am very much looking forward to our future together."

He walked over to one of the barred windows, gazing outside. "I hope you like your view. I chose to put you in this room because the sunset is quite lovely from here. I thought you might appreciate it."

"Appreciate it?" Danny scoffed. "You think I appreciate being locked up in here without my powers? You think a nice view makes up for that?"

"I don't plan on keeping you in here forever," said Vlad, sounding a little irritable. "Just until I can be sure that I can trust you not to go back to your family."

Vlad walked back to him. Danny stayed in place but wanted to shrink away.

"You made a deal with me," said Vlad. "You remember, don't you? If I rescued you from being your mother's specimen in that lab, you would leave your family and submit to me."

Danny leaned against the foot of the bed, clutching at the ornate bed frame. "I—yes, I remember, but—"

"More than that, you agreed to denounce your father. And I think you might as well add your mother onto that after what she's done to you."

Danny shuddered, his body remembering every touch and poke from his mother. The searing cuts, the broken bones, her unwanted fingers running over every inch of his skin.

"I know I agreed to do that," mumbled Danny. "But Vlad, please, can't we talk about this? I mean, isn't there something else I can—"

"No," said Vlad sharply. "This is what we agreed on, Daniel. This is what I want from you. There is no negotiating."

"But—Vlad, please—"

"If you wish to back out, I will not force you to stay."

Danny's heart fluttered. "Really?"

"Of course," said Vlad. "But I will take you right back to that lab. I will strap you down to that examination table and leave you there. And this time, I really won't come back."

Danny tried desperately to hold back his tears, hide every trace of his weakness. "Vlad, please don't do this to me."

"Your mother's the one who's been torturing you for a week, not me," said Vlad, sounding almost offended. "Why are you treating me like the villain here?"

"I'm not—I just—"

"Daniel, why would you even want to return home? Why would you want to face your mother again?"

Danny thought for a very long moment, trying to reason through his emotions and feelings about his mother that all seemed so irrational and contradictory.

"She didn't know it was me," said Danny, more to himself than Vlad. "She didn't know she was hurting me. She thought she was just hurting Phantom, and she doesn't believe ghosts actually feel anything real, she thinks they just imitate emotions—I mean, she—she never really believed that I was actually crying—"

He broke into a sob as he used the bed frame to slide to the floor, his tears coming fast as he lay crumpled. Vlad did not disturb him, but Danny could see his legs shifting in place each time he opened his blurry eyes for a small moment.

His sobs dissolved into sniffles, and Danny looked up at Vlad but did not yet have the strength to stand again.

"She won't hurt you, Daniel," said Vlad softly. "No one will."

"Including you?" asked Danny in a whisper.

Vlad paused before answering, "I have no desire to hurt you, Daniel."

Danny continued staring up at Vlad as his tears dried.

"Come, stand up." Vlad held out a hand to Danny. "You need to write a letter."

Danny did not take the hand and used the bed frame to push himself up off the floor. "A letter?"

"Yes. Addressed to your parents."

"Why do I need to write a letters to my parents?"

"Because I don't think you'd be able to keep it together for a phone call," explained Vlad. "And I wouldn't be able to coach you on what to say over the phone, not without a lot of pausing your parents might find very suspicious."

"But what do you want me to say to them in a letter?" asked Danny.

"You will tell them that you will not be returning home to them," said Vlad. "You wish to remain with me instead."

Danny's heart sank. "But that's not true."

"It is true," insisted Vlad. "You made that choice when you were strapped to that examination table."

"It wasn't a fair choice," said Danny. "It was either live with you or suffer through more torture and die."

"But you are choosing to stay here with me over torture and death, are you not?" asked Vlad. "Or would you like to back out and return to the lab?"

Danny hesitated before bitterly shaking his head.

"Enough of this, Daniel." Vlad's tone became stern. "I will not have you whining about how unfair this choice was any longer. Kindly remember that I am the one who rescued you. I am not the one who was torturing you in that lab. That was your mother."

Danny cowered, turning away.

"And we both know that your father would've been happy to join in the painful experimentation if your mother had been willing to share you with him," Vlad continued. "So it should be easy for you to denounce both of them."

"It's not," gasped Danny, fighting back tears. "They're still my—it's not—"

Vlad sighed and placed a gentle hand on Danny's shoulder. Danny's chest heaved as a couple tears spilled down his cheeks.

"I want to help you, Daniel," said Vlad softly. "It might hurt at first, but with time, you'll see that I saved you in more ways than one. I could never in good conscience allow you to return to live with your parents. I really do care about you, little badger."

Danny sobbed, unable to speak, hardly able to breathe.

He wished he could just stop breathing.

Vlad guided him to the writing desk. Danny numbly took a seat in the wooden chair, hunching over and staring at the blank surface, the vintage mahogany pattern.

Vlad opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out some stationery, setting a blank sheet of paper and a pen in front of Danny. Danny did not react, simply continued staring through them.

"Please pick up the pen, Daniel," said Vlad. "I want to send this letter out today."

Danny picked up the pen, his hand shaking. "What am I supposed to write?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"I'll tell you," said Vlad. "If you'd like."

Danny said nothing. Waited.

Vlad cleared his throat and began pacing behind Danny. "Start with 'Jack and Maddie' as the salutation."

"The—the what?"

"The greeting, Daniel."

"But I don't call them by their names."

"You want to suggest an emotional distance. Please do not argue with me."

Vlad stopped pacing and folded his arms, tapping his foot against the floor. Danny stalled a moment longer before slowly writing the two names near the top of the paper. His letters leaned slightly left.

Vlad resumed his pacing, stroking his chin with one hand. "Next: 'I am aware that you have been diligently searching for me. I recognize the pain this must have caused you, and I apologize for my silence—'"

"I don't talk like that," said Danny.

"Write it in your own words, then," said Vlad. "I am not practiced in how an uneducated sixteen-year-old might speak."

"I'm not uneducated."

"You've been attending a public school. That's not an education, my boy."

Danny exhaled loudly and rewrote Vlad's words.

Vlad cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back as he continued dictating. "'It was not my intention to upset you. I simply needed some time to myself so I could evaluate my situation and my relationship with both of you.'"

Vlad spoke without stopping, on and on about how Danny had been feeling frustrated and overwhelmed at home, how he wondered for the past week when he might return home, how he kept saying tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow but how tomorrow never came and today today today he realized he didn't want to return home ever.

Danny rewrote everything, all of Vlad's awful, terrible, cruel words. He wrote about how he felt miserable and neglected at home, like his parents cared more about their ghost research than their own son. He was tired of Jack's inventions targeting him, tired of Maddie obsessing over hunting ghosts instead of paying attention to him, tired of being told he was simply being possessed by a ghost or that they had some invention to fix what was wrong with him whenever he was feeling depressed or stressed or uncomfortable or sick.

But there was one person who had always cared for him and paid attention to him: Vlad Masters, yes, finally an adult he could trust. Vlad Masters had been very kind to him and did not hesitate to take him in and now Danny was going to stay with him forever and ever and ever and he never wanted to see his parents again and—

Danny's tears began to fall, one after another, soaking into the paper, smudging the ink. He used the heel of his hand to wipe away the tears but couldn't get them to stop.

Vlad came up behind him and peered over his shoulder, placing his fingers on the paper as he bent over and looked at it more closely.

"Daniel." Vlad sighed. "You're going to have to rewrite all of this."

Danny tried to discreetly wipe his eyes. "Why? What's wrong with it? I wrote what you said in my own words."

"I can't have you sending your parents your tears." Vlad set a new sheet of paper next to the tearstained one. "Rewrite it. And this time, please turn your head if you're going to cry." Vlad opened a desk drawer and pulled out a box of tissues. "Or use these."

He set the tissues in front of Danny. Danny stared at them, unmoving.

"Daniel? What is it now, little badger?" asked Vlad.

"Stop calling me that," hissed Danny. "I'm not your pet."

"Of course not. I'd like to think of you as my son." Vlad placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you'll let me."

Danny slapped Vlad's hand away. "I don't want to be your son either. I have parents. You're making me leave them."

"I understand this is difficult for you," said Vlad, "but as I've been saying, please do remember that your mother was the one torturing you the past week. And your father has said numerous times that he wants to—what was it, 'rip you apart molecule by molecule'?"

"No." Danny shook his head fiercely. "He said he wanted to rip Phantom apart, not me." His eyes filled with hot tears. "And my mom… She didn't know it was me on that table. She thought I was just a ghost."

"Do you really think she would've stopped the experiments if she did know who you really were?" asked Vlad. "Don't you think she might've been intrigued to discover that Danny Phantom is actually a ghost hybrid? Don't you think that might have incited her to conduct even more experiments?"

"You don't know that," said Danny, but his voice was weak.

"Your mother so often ignored you in favor of her research," said Vlad. "Forgetting to tuck you in at night or even feed you because she was busy in the lab. Humans can become just as obsessed as ghosts, Daniel."

"But humans can choose to not follow their obsessions," said Danny. "That's a key difference."

Vlad looked down at him with a pitying frown. "Does it make you feel better to believe that your mother would choose to let go of her obsession just for you? Would you be willing to go back to that lab and test that belief? Tell her you're actually her son and see if she lets you go all on her own?"

Danny lowered his eyes in defeat. Because no, he was not willing to test that very thin hope that his mother would stop the experimentation if she knew exactly who it was she was torturing.

"Go on," said Vlad, sounding impatient. "Start rewriting. I have a meeting with my lawyer soon to work out the logistics of formally adopting you, and I need to have that letter finished by then."

Danny forced back the rest of his tears as he picked up the pen and stared at the new sheet of paper in front of him, wondering just how preferable this was to being strapped down to his mother's examination table.

[tiofrean]

Tell me more about rage against the dying of the light please!!!

Oh my dear!!! <3333 Thanks for the ask, first of all! Second - this is my absolute favorite position on the list, even though I hardly have 10 pages.

Some time ago I started to think up a character - Gabriel "Roots" Rothenberg. I knew how he looked like, I knew what and how he was. I started to put him into different scenarios, like one does with an OC. And one day a scenario came to my mind about a kinda-medieval thing, with him being in the army (near-border watch sorta thing), in a world where the kingdom he hails from is at war with the neighboring one. They try as much as they can, but sometimes there's nothing they can do to help the people that are being raided. A missive comes that the king has died and so Gabe and his unit have to move on, traveling to the capital for the coronation and the swearing-in while another unit takes their place.

But! He would have been lonely even with his soldiers (he's a traumatized dude, give him a break, wait a minute Wednesday, etc. etc.) so I made him a boyfriend, Danny Leeds :D He joins Gabe's unit after his whole village got culled. So! There we are :D <3

I may publish it one day when I actually have something to publish... but here's a snippet for you <333

Gabe Roots hated rabbit stew. Whoever had thought up this particular concoction of vegetables and meat must have been an evil spirit amusing himself on his day off, he thought, peering into his bowl. There was a sad little slice of carrot drifting at the surface, pale enough that it could be considered parsley if one squinted hard enough. Maybe it was, seeing as everything growing in this godforsaken piece of land was so bland there was no telling for sure what their most recent foraging quest had unearthed. Jacob had deemed it edible, though, and Gabe trusted their cook implicitly. Reluctantly, he dug out his spoon and stirred the contents, shuddering at the pieces of rabbit floating up to the surface. 

Even without tasting it, he knew it would be chewy as shit. 

How did the meat stay so damn dry after soaking in boiling water for close to an hour, he could never guess, but his suspicions were confirmed with the first bite. He munched on it carefully, frowning at Avery slurping up his portion and smacking his lips soundly afterwards. “That was delightful,” he commented, and Jacob grinned, waving his hand in thanks. Gabe shivered again, looking down only to see the sad slice of carrot finally give up and sink to the bottom of the bowl. 

He gritted his teeth and kept on eating, barely reacting when he felt another presence sitting down next to him. “It’s getting colder,” Cinder’s voice was low, deceptively conversational. He grunted instead of answering her, and tried to find the unfortunate carrot, mostly to get rid of it. “If we don’t get orders to move out soon, we’ll be doomed,” his captain went on, well-used to his moods. Gabe nodded absentmindedly, upturning a piece of something looking suspiciously like a bone. “The girls will be back,” he reminded her, glaring at the elusive slice when he caught a glimpse of it slipping away and back to the bottom of the slop. “Let’s hope they didn’t encounter any trouble.” “Brigid?” Gabe huffed, amused. “The last time someone tried to get in her way we had two bodies to bury.” He grinned at the memory. 

Brigid was rather on the short side, and her long, blond hair and big, blue eyes lent her a soft appearance, to the dismay of anyone trying to intimidate her. She was quick as a snake, carried five knives, and knew well where to stick them.  “Besides, Elizabeth is with her,” Gabe went on, shrugging, finally managing to pin the offending piece of vegetable to the side of his bowl. He dragged it up. “If her glare won’t put off any possible brigands, her bow will.” “She’s a hunter,” Cinder replied, her gaze flickering to his determined battle. “And a marksman,” he added, gathering the carrot on his spoon. He brought it up for inspection, glaring at it. “What in the world is that?” He asked with distaste, and his captain chuckled. “White beetroot,” she enlightened him, her amusement turning into a full-on laughter when he tossed it to the side.