#her name is Samantha she's a supe

[peachyxxkeens]

Sometimes you just gotta ship your oc with Butcher

Artwork/commission from ritzel.draws

[nix1327]

Supernatural Shobbs AU

I wrote this back in October and just now remembered it. Enjoy lol

Luke had always been proud to be a Were; even prouder to be a wolf. Since he was little, his father had always preached to him about the importance of pure genetics and how, when he married- because that was something all wolves should do- he needed to marry another wolf with pure genes. Even after his father had left and he had stopped listening to the Pure speech bullshit, Luke’s mother had still thrown around the idea that Luke should be thinking about settling down, having a family pretty soon.

After he had turned his father in and left Samoa to join the DSS, the idea that he should find another wolf to settle down with still rattled around in his head. Apparently it had prioritized itself pretty quick, too; Samantha was proof of that. And despite it not having worked out exactly as he had hoped, he wouldn’t have it any other way. If he’d never met Sam’s mother, he, obviously, would have never had Sam. And if Sam’s mom had never left, well, he’d never have met Deckard Shaw. So, it all worked out pretty well if Luke did say so himself.

The fact that Deckard was human was something Luke hadn’t really thought much about. Being around Deckard, he hadn’t had reason to think about it. It was like the man had all of the abilities of a Were, what with the way he kept up with the crew. The way he could keep up with Luke. And that- that right there- was the main reason he hadn’t ever considered Deckard’s humanness. No, Luke had been too busy thinking about how Deckard could keep up with him in other ways.

When the Hobbs family had first met Deckard, they’d all been a little preoccupied with saving the world to really get to know him; in other words, they never got the chance to really sit down and grill him. And after the whole world-saving business, well, Deckard had more than proven himself to the Hobbs clan. They had warmed up to him pretty quick after that. Really, Luke’s mom practically spoiled Deckard now. She liked to show her affection for the man who had “reigned in her wildest son” by making extra special kopai for him. Also by hitting said son with her flip flops, scolding Luke for not feeding Deckard enough. Needless to say, integrating Deckard into the pack was like mixing sugar with water, the Brit just dissolved right in.

And it’s not as if being human was a bad thing. It’s just a little different than the Were Luke’s mother had originally thought he’d settle down with. Anyway, it could be a million times worse; Deckard could be a vampire or something of the sort. Yikes, Luke’s nose wrinkled even thinking about those bloodsuckers. Yeah, his human mate was perfect just the way he was.

****

It was late October, getting close to Halloween. Luke and Deckard were at the Hobbs residence, helping Sam with her costume. She was going in sugar skull makeup to her friend’s Halloween party tomorrow night. Apparently, it was the biggest party of the year, and therefore everything had to be perfect. The black skirt had arrived on the doorstep just that afternoon, and Sam had been ecstatic to see that it fit. Now it was dark out and Luke was sitting with her in the living room, helping her develop the control to change her eye color to her beta color, so she wouldn’t have to wear contacts.

“Bloody Amazon,” Deckard said, walking into the warmly lit room.“Can’t even get the face paint order straight. They botched it up so that it’s not coming tonight. Won’t even be here in time for tomorrow night.” Sam’s ears perked up at that and she looked worriedly from Deckard and back to her father. Sensing the beginnings of a “teenage angst storm”, as Deckard liked to call them, Luke quickly began thinking on his feet and smiled at Sam in what he hoped was a reassuring way.

“S’alright, Sammy. We can just go to the store and get some tomorrow after you get home from school.” Luke could clearly see how Sam’s shoulders drooped and she brought out the puppy dog eyes.

“But I need time to practice with it, Dad! I can’t put it on for the first time when I go to the party!” Deckard took one look at Sam’s big, sad eyes and was already reaching for his jacket from the coat rack.

“I was headed out to run some errands, anyway. It’s no trouble to pick up some face paint too. Plenty of time to try it out and get to bed on time for a school night,” he said with a wink to the teen. Sam’s entire aura brightened and she gave Deckard a megawatt smile.

“Deck, you don’t have to do that,” Luke hated the way his words darkened his daughter’s face, but he didn’t want Deckard to have to make the trip all the way out to Walmart when he was headed that way tomorrow. He could pick up the goods then.

Deckard shrugged a shoulder and waved off Luke’s concern. “It’s no trouble, Big Bird. I’m meeting a bloke that’s got a new piece for me tonight anyway. I’ll just pick up the paint on my way home.” Luke frowned slightly at that, but knew Deckard could take care of himself.

“If you say so, Princess.” Deckard rolled his eyes at the nickname, but still leaned up to give Luke a quick peck goodbye when prompted before heading for the front door.

“Deckard.” Deckard turned at the sound of his name and Luke gave him a meaningful look. “Stay safe.”

Deckard gave Luke a lopsided grin and an, “Aren’t I always?” before opening the door and heading out into the chilly night.

Despite the normality of the situation, Luke had a bad feeling about it all. He looked out and watched Deckard drive away before shaking himself and getting back to coaching Sam in control, brushing off the slight wariness as a side effect of the waxing moon.

****

Four hours later, after having sent a slightly upset but more worried Sam to bed, Luke was starting to get a little worried himself; the unease was flowing back into him and chilling his veins. Deckard had only said that he was meeting up with a guy to buy a gun, then grabbing the face paint before heading home. That certainly shouldn’t take four hours.

Luke waited a couple more minutes, weighing his options before he got up and headed for the kitchen. With his mind made up, Luke ripped off a piece of paper and jotted down a note in case Sam woke up to an empty house. He grabbed his leather jacket and his keys before heading for the door.

Luke pulled open the door and screeched to a halt when he saw the fist that was raised, as if about to knock.

“Jesus,” Hobbs jumped about a foot in the air. “Deckard? You scared the shit outta me. I was just about to come out looking for you. When’d you get here? I didn’t see your headlights in the driveway. Did everything go alright? You get the face pai…” Luke’s ramblings faded to silence as he squinted his eyes and took his first good look at his partner.

“Deckard? Are you alright? Oh my God is that BLOOD!?!” Suddenly Deckard was falling and Luke was catching him in his arms, sweeping him up off his feet and bringing him inside, kicking the door shut as he went.

Luke laid Deckard down on the couch and turned on the overhead lights. The sight made his hackles raise and his eyes flash. Deckard was covered in blood. His jacket and white shirt were completely stained, and his neck and face were splattered with red droplets.

Luke’s hands immediately flitted around Deckard before descending down to his abdomen and working his way up, checking for any grievous injuries. In his attempt to find a wound that could be responsible for the copious amount of blood, Luke happened to overlook the small wounds.

“Hey. Deckard. Deck. Stay with me,” Luke patted the other man’s face gently and tried to get him to keep his eyes open. “What happened? Deckard. What happened?” Deckard’s eyes opened for a moment, wild and alert. As his gaze focused in on Luke, the wildness cleared, his body relaxing in Luke’s grip as he realized he was safe and protected.

“Hey, Twinkle Toes,” he whispered before his eyes shut and he fell into unconsciousness.

“Deckard! Wake up! Wake up!” Luke shook the other man none too gently but Deckard didn’t move. He was completely dead to the world.

****

The first thing Luke noticed, when he had reined in his emotions and shifted into work mode, was the smell. There was this faint whiff of something sharp attacking his nose. It was coming from Deckard. Hidden under all of that humanness, there was the faintest trace of the supernatural. This was new.

Luke had gotten used to smelling Hattie’s fae powder on Deckard after he came back from visiting London, or Owen’s Werejaguar musk after Deckard got back from some black ops mission. He was most familiar with the intimate, salty ocean scent of his own pack reflected back on him by Deckard after the man had spent a few weeks with him. He had never, in all his time around Deckard, smelled a hint of the supernatural within him.

Because of this, Luke ruled out the option of taking Deckard to human hospitals. He didn’t know if they were equipped to deal with something like this. But it’s not like he could take the man to a Supernatural Hospital; there was no record of Deckard being a Supe and they might think he’d been hiding it. For which there were many severe laws in place that punished this. The only option Luke really had left was one he wasn’t too comfortable with. But with Deckard on his couch, possibly bleeding out from a wound Luke couldn’t identify, well, he’d brave just about any situation to get his partner the help he needed.

****

One phone call, a sleepy conversation with Sam, and an hour later Luke was standing in his living room, wringing his hands as one of Mr. Nobody’s best Supernatural doctors looked over Deckard.

All of Luke’s instincts were screaming at him to attack the doctor and get him off of his mate, but Luke chained the wolf down and kept him on a short leash. Deckard needed his help right now, not an overprotective wolf man.

“You said this was his blood?” Luke was broken out of his thoughts by the kneeling doctor.

“Yeah. I’m certain it is. I can smell it.” Luke wishes he couldn’t.

The doctor made a humming noise that grated on Luke’s nerves and tested his patience. Thankfully, he wasn’t left waiting long before the doctor adjusted his glasses, opened his mouth, and started explaining.

“Well, the good news is that I know what’s wrong with him. The bad news is that, you being what you are, aren’t going to like it.” The doctor turned towards Luke, his eyes behind his glasses flickering back from their beta color. Luke’s hackles raised at his comment and he couldn’t help the growl that escaped.

“‘What I am?’ What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” the doctor said, getting up off his knees and taking his glasses off to look Luke right in the eye, “that you, a Werewolf, have a problem because he,” the man gestured to Deckard, “is a newly made Homo Nosferatu Vampiris. More commonly known as a vampire.”

Oh.

OH SHIT.

[gearsforyears]

I always loved the relationship between Danny and Dani, and I love the fics where she was much younger than the show portrayed her to be. The Dad!Danny fics make me so happy ;w; In turn, when watching Young Justice, I was so angry towards Superman and most of the League for acting so aloof around Conner Kent? He was in an impossible situation he couldn’t control, so I had a bit of a more angry Danny chewing out the team about it.

It was well known that Danny Phantom was one of the strongest members of the Justice League, as his powers rivalled that of Superman’s. He was a ghost, the first ghost superhero on Earth, and the Human Zone was glad to have him fighting for them. Phantom was reclusive towards the public, not liking press for fear of misinformation, as has happened to him before. Phantom was, however, very open to his team, and although he didn’t outright tell his life (afterlife?) story, but he answered questions honestly and openly.

One thing that the team didn’t know, was that Phantom had any family members on Earth.

Of course, they knew he had a strange relation with some adults on the living realm (all coming from his home town, Amity Park). Phantom’s strange, almost sibling-like, relationship with Gotham’s lead psychiatrist had always made the young adult happier. His friendships with Samantha Manson, a leading botanist, and Tucker Foley, a technology millionaire, had constantly had the few housing their ghost hero. Other than those three, the Justice League had just assumed that Danny had died a long time ago with no family to speak of.

That was, until they were interrupted during a conference.

Phantom was acting a bit disinterested as Batman was talking about resolving some sort of conflict with the press (Danny didn’t see what the big deal was. It was one construction site. It could’ve been so much worse). His form was hovering slightly above the chair as he sat next to Superman, who was offering different ways to soothe the PR problem. Phantom curled a lip and sneered a bit, “Why are people getting so butthurt about this? We’ve done worse damage before.”

“Yes, but this was to the construction site of a hospital, Danny,” Superman sighed, trying to make the ghost see the reason for this. He wondered how long ago Danny must’ve died to not see the point in an infirmary, “Phantom, the city needs a hospital because-”

A light hiss passed through the ghost’s lips, “Supes, I know what a hospital is, I’m just wondering why the city is angry. I mean, it was still in construction. It’s not like they couldn’t just start over; and besides, the city has three hospitals already.” Phantom sighed. He kicked a foot on his chair, taking advantage of the lack of gravity he seemed to possess, and flipped himself upside down, “Can’t we just help the city build it?”

Flash’s eyebrows raised slightly at the ghost’s position, but nodded, “I mean, if we helped with the construction, we could do the work in half the time.”

“That’s a nice proposition,” Batman nodded gruffly, his voice low, “When should I tell the-” A whirling sound cut him off, and all the Leaguers looked around warily, many slipping into battle stances. Phantom, in particular, had the oddest reaction. His head tilted to the side, his ears perked up a bit, as if he was trying to pinpoint the location.

And then the mist came from his mouth. Everyone knew that that sign meant a ghost attack was about to occur, and even Danny flipped himself back to his normal attack position, his hands glowing green. The sound grew louder and louder, before a radioactive green spark , the same color as Phantom’s glowing eyes, appeared above the large table. A portal was opening-!

And then a black and white blur charged towards Phantom, barreling him over onto the floor. The team all held their weapons respectively, some just holding their fists, at the sight of the flustered ghost, who’s hair was flying in every direction possible. The most surprising addition to the ghost, however, was the…. Smaller ghost hugging him?

“Daddy! You wouldn’t believe how much me and Wulf have been learning from Frostbite!” A small girl smiled widely, showing small canines and two dimples on her cheeks, similar to Danny’s, “I learned how to make portals just like you!”

A hushed silence fell over the Leaguers as they heard the child shout ‘daddy’. She looked to be barely seven, white hair in a loose ponytail and glowing green eyes. Their shock at the child seemed palpable, as if Phantom could touch the suspense and tension filling the air. But Danny knew that Danielle would feel worried if he did not give her a proper response, “That’s great, sweetheart! Does that mean Wulf is nearby?”

“Nope!” She grinned again, and on closer observation, a few of her teeth were missing, “I wanted to see you and Aunt Jazz and Sam and Tuck by myself.” A cheek puffed out, almost like she was offended that he thought otherwise.

“That’s very dangerous, Ellie. What if a stray ghost saw you? You know how most feel about me and you, pumpkin.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead, his mood lifted from seeing his ‘daughter’, “But I am always happy to see my little girl.”

She giggled before looking away from her ‘father’, seeing all of the heroes. Her face instantly lit up a bright green in embarrassment, seemingly ashamed for interrupting… whatever they were doing beforehand. Superman opened his mouth to ask something, but Flash beat everyone, and spoke first, “So… ghosts can have kids. Who knew?”

The League was then greeted by two blushing ghosts. Phantom buried his face in Danielle’s hair, not wanting to look at his team, “It’s… not that simple, Barry.”

Phantom took a few seconds simply to collect his thoughts by murmuring to his daughter small terms of endearment, and it seemed to calm him down before he looked up and spoke, “I’d uh, like you all to meet someone very close to me.”

A clearing of his throat later, and he smiled shakily up at the superheroes, “This is Danielle, or Ellie, as we all call her. She’s my child.” Ellie smiled up at everyone as her father spoke, “I can explain the whole thing later, but for now, I’m, uh, going to show her to Jazz.” He seemed to be using the excuse as a cop-out, and was met with small glares from everyone.

Superman wasn’t impressed with his answer, “Danny, I thought you didn’t have any family relations anymore.”

“Technically, you never asked.” Danny blushed again, “Of course I have living family. Ellie’s just very much more closely related to me than others…” He cleared his throat once more, “Ellie dear, these are some of my teammates. You know some, remember? They were on the news a while back.”

Her eyes lit up and she smiled shyly, “Yeah! I remember the rope-lady with my name!”

“Her name is Diana, not Danielle, but yeah, Wonder Woman’s here.” He gestured to the woman, who tentatively waved at the small, beaming girl who seemed to love the attention from her way too much.

Flash held his hands up, “Woah, so are we not going to address that Casper here lied about his family? And that apparently he has a daughter he never thought to tell us about?”

“It is a bit suspicious, Danny,” Superman mused, a hand rubbing his chin.

Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow, “Where is the mother?” “Is she a ghost like you?”

“How can something dead make life?”

“Why haven’t you told us?!”

“Stop it!” Danielle shouted, holding herself closely to the chest of her father to block out all the noises from others, “I’m not daddy’s real daughter anyway… “

Danny rolled his eyes as everyone became completely confused at the small, quiet statement from the child, but went to comfort his daughter, “Now, baby girl, you know that you’re my little ice flower, no matter how we are related, yes?”

“Yeah, I know, dad.” She murmured as Phantom reached over and brushed her white locks from off her shoulders. Danielle looked over at the heroes before whispering over to her father, “Daddy, I think you should tell them about what Uncle Vlad did.”

Batman’s interest piqued, “Vlad, as in your archnemesis-turned-ally Vlad?”

Danny seemed to flinch, remembering that the heroes were in the room watching them, “Y-yeah, that Vlad.” He was silent for a moment, not wanting to continue with the conversation. Danny knew it would come up eventually, but figured he’d have more time to prepare himself for this day, “Maybe you should leave as I tell them, Ellie. Aunt Jazz is seven streets north and two buildings left, alright?”

Most of the team seemed appalled at the thought of him leaving her alone to try and find the psychiatrist, but realized she had flight just as Phantom did. She nodded before giving him a big kiss on the cheek and floating away as she waved goodbye to everyone.

Phantom smiled wistfully at the small girl before turning his gaze to the league members. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. He repeated this process a few times to no avail before finally sitting down in his chair with his snowy hair being the only part of him visible. Wonder Woman tilted her, questioning him, “Phantom, why have you wanted to keep your daughter a secret from us? We are a team.”

A glowing green eye met her before it lazily circled the room, landing on Superman, “Clark. Do you remember CADMUS? And Project Kr?”

Superman’s eyes widened, and he seemed to be uncomfortable with him mentioning it, “Yes, I remember. Are you saying that… Danielle is…”

“Yeah,” Phantom murmured, tugging on a piece of his hair, “You guys all look so uncomfortable when you speak of clones, and I understand. But you all, with the exceptions of Black Canary, Red Tornado, and occasionally Batman, had treated Connor as if he was… beneath you. Like because he was a clone, he wasn’t worth as much as a human or kryptonian because he wasn’t the original.”

He looked up, watching the shocked expressions on his team’s faces, but looked away to watch his much more interested boots instead, “You could imagine my surprise as a fourteen-year-old that my enemy had tried to clone me,  but couldn’t get the chromosomes right, or the aging right. Vlad had created a baby girl out of my DNA.”

Silence stayed in the air as they waited patiently for Phantom to continue. He took another shaky breath before trying to speak again, “It… It was so hard trying to raise a child while trying to save the city everyday, you know?” He gave a light chuckle, but it didn’t do anything to lighten the mood. He gave a deep sigh and continued with the same unnatural calmness he seemed to always possess, “She acts… nothing like me. I wasn’t as loud as her as a child, I was definitely more scared of everything around me. She’s so brave, and different, and unique. Danielle is her own person, and she’s amazing.”

He looked up, fierce determination in his eyes, as if daring anyone to question him, “After seeing the indifference from everyone toward Connor, I knew I would never wish to tell you about Danielle. You would do only the same to her, and no one gets to hurt my baby girl.”

Wonder Woman leaned over a bit, resting a hand on the younger one’s arm, “You know if we knew the situation, we wouldn’t have-”

“But you would!” He shouted, actually practically roared. His eyes glowed even brighter, and his canines a bit more pronounced. It was a frightening yet small display of power that kept everyone uneasy, “You’ve seen how Connor acts. Defensive, unsure of himself, scared. And yet, you treat him as if that should happen to him, as if it was his fault to even exist. Of course I wouldn’t tell any of you! After seeing it, I was so disgusted that I contemplated leaving this team for good!”

Superman swallowed, suddenly not wanting to have the conversation about his clone. It was strangely invasive, and personal to have this sudden attack on the league from their ally, their friend. Suddenly, Phantom’s attachment to Superboy made much more sense. “If I had told you about Ellie, you would’ve thought I was crazy for raising her. And in turn, if she were to ever visit her father, you would’ve treated her the exact same way as you treat Connor. Think of the effects that would have on a small six-year-old? She would’ve been so hurt that her so-called heroes would never like her because of how she was born, something that she had no control over!”

The other hero who was actually cloned successfully frowned and opened his mouth, ready to speak, but Phantom held up a hand, “Nah, I’m out. Going to hang out with my kid until I can calm down enough to talk to you guys again.” He floated upwards, his eyes not really focusing on anyone, before pausing, “Black Canary, Red Tornado, Bats? If you want to join, I’ll be at Jazz’s.” And he was gone.

The team had a lot to talk about.

[peachyxxkeens]

Finally deciding to share my the boys oc.

Samantha or "The Siren" (don't use her supe name she hates that)

Artwork/commission of my oc by Ravenwine

Her name is Samantha she's a supe. She's 30-33 years old (each season differs, but currently at s4, she is 33 about to be 34)

Green eyes

Beauty mark under lip and eye

She's a supe that works with the boys. Her powers consist of a powerful screech like power (think black canary) she also has enhanced strength and can lift up to 300 lbs she also can sing people to sleep but she doesn't use that power often as it takes alot of energy out of her that can lead her to pass out.

She used to be a singer/supe who worked at Vought named "The Siren." However, she left shortly after her brother, who was also a supe under Vought, was killed by Homelander. (Most likely due to her brother wanting to blow the whistle on Vought)(Sam was about 25/26 here)

Soon after, she was recruited to the boys by Grace Mallory where she met MM Frenchie and Butcher the two didn't get along at first but quickly bounded over the hatred for Homelander and slept around a bit it was never anything serious. (For now lololol)

After Graces grandkids died from Lamplighter, she went into hiding again, only for Butcher to track her down and join the team. Somehow, he convinced her, and now she works with them again.