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Spirit Meets the Bones XXXI [ Bonus ]

Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse. Author’s Note: A bonus morning-after scene that didn't quite fit in with chapter 32 so I'm posting it on its own hehe.

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The morning was quieter than she expected.

The room was illuminated with the gentle light of the early morning as a light breeze fluttered through, and Iris found herself wide awake. She’d been awake for a while, simply watching her husband sleep, her body sinking comfortably into the mattress and enveloped in his arms.

Her mind and body felt so quiet. Settled. Everything felt so soft.

Eris’s arm was wrapped around her, her hands folded into her chest as she glanced at him. He hadn’t let her go all night. Every inch of him was touching every inch of her and she wondered if he were afraid she’d disappear should he let go.

After their night together, Iris had no plans to go anywhere.

And last night had been…

Iris flushed and let a small smile slip. Her mind felt muddled in the best way – like she couldn’t find the right words to capture how she actually felt, but her whole body seemed to radiate with a warm glow.

Her gaze roamed over his sleeping figure and she couldn't help but catalog every inch of him. In these rare moments of waking before her husband, Iris loved to watch him sleep. It was one of the few times he was ever relaxed. In sleep, he was free.

And Iris didn’t want to think about how many more moments they would be able to spend quietly like this before reality caught up. For now…for now, she could allow herself this indulgence of focusing only on him.

Her husband. Her friend. Her mate.

Eris was hers and Iris was his.

His.

And my, did she love being significant to someone.

Their mating bond felt so alive; the thread of their intertwined fate thumped beneath Iris’s veins like an ethereal melody – a song that would never be forgotten.

He was right in front of her and yet the bond made her ache for him like nothing she’d ever experienced before. He had cherished her body for hours on end, all that pent-up energy he had savored was unleashed on her all last night, and yet…yet Iris wanted nothing more than to have him all over her again.

It was a craving. An addiction. A desire so carnal, Iris was sure she’d burst into flame any second.

She reached out a hand and with a feather-like touch, traced his face. The arch of his brows, the edge of his jaw, and lastly let her thumb trace his lips. Those lips had mapped every inch of her skin, kissing her in places that hadn’t seen the sun. Iris shuddered, thinking how the press of his lips was tattooed on her skin, and gods, she wanted him.

So Iris leaned in and kissed her husband – softly, slowly. She didn’t want to startle him awake. Cauldron knew, he deserved a gentle morning and Iris wanted to give them all to him.

Her hands carefully slid to wrap around him, pulling him into her as he blinked awake, an adorably sleepy noise slipping from his lips and Iris giggled as she kissed him again.

He was hers. All hers.

“Iris.” he rasped and she gave him a small smile, pulling back.

“Hello.”

Sleepy Eris made her heart squeeze. Here, he didn’t need to have his razor-sharp armor to protect him. Here, he could be as soft as he wanted, especially when he smiled at her half-awake, sated.

“It’s been one night and you’re already trying to wear me out.”

Iris flushed and hid her face in his neck, nuzzling into him with a laugh. “Apologies for disturbing your slumber, princess.” she teased, pulling back more to meet his gaze. “Do you want me to go away?”

His arms tightened around her immediately with a chuckle. “Naturally. I want you as far away as possible.”

“I suppose it’s time to bring back the pillow barricade.”

“Oh no, the pillow barricade I can easily burn to crisps.”

“And pull out my most modest sleeping attire.”

“Ah, of course. Sleeping attire I can easily tear off you.”

“Maybe it’s time I consider becoming a priestess and devote myself to a temple.”

Eris snorted. “If you think I wouldn’t find you in any temple and defile you in every holy place you can think of —”

Iris flushed and covered his mouth with her hand. “Let’s not become blasphemous.”

Eris grinned and nipped at her hand until she pulled it away, biting back another giggle.

She giggled. He made her giggle.

Their legs tangled together and all Iris could do was stare at him, wondering what the hell was she to do with all the feelings now clogging her throat. For the first time in her life, Iris felt like she knew what being at ease meant. That she could be soft with her husband. That she was safe enough to put down all her armor.

And maybe it was the mating bond or maybe it was the way they’ve always been two sides of the same coin since they met, but Eris seemed to know exactly how she felt.

Safe and yet so incredibly aware of her naked body touching his.

“Good morning.” he said quietly and the low tenor of his voice almost had her shuddering.

“Good morning.” Iris replied, her heart thundering wildly even though all he did was smile at her.

“Your heart is beating so fast, wife,” Eris said casually as the hand he had resting on her waist slowly began to slide across her skin. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”

Iris bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head, despite the gooseflesh erupting on her skin. His eyes narrowed as if seeing right through her and Eris chuckled, his hand sliding down further, caressing more of her flesh.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. “You know I can tell when you’re lying.”

Of course, he could but Iris wasn’t sure if she was quite ready to tell him that she wanted him all over her again. That she couldn’t get enough. That the feeling of his hand on her skin was lighting a fire in her and if he kneaded her flesh once more, she’d make a mess of herself in seconds. She wanted to hold on to some sense of modesty – a hint of the primness she’d been raised to have when it came to such urges.

But against her better judgment, her hand slid to his chest, her finger trailing his lightly freckled skin and Iris fought back the urge to lick him. The desire to taste him threatened to overwhelm her and the small smirk on his face as he watched her cheeks heat told her that Eris could hear her thoughts loud and clear.

Surely, being mates didn’t mean they couldn’t function without touching each other.

It couldn’t be true that a frenzy would truly overtake their logic and critical thinking.

But then Eris’s hand squeezed her rear, forcing their bodies even closer and Iris had to swallow, feeling his arousal pressed against her and all sense of modesty slipped from her brain.

“You’re not starting to panic about what we did last night, are you?” he teased and Iris’s lips twitched.

“No.”

“You being tied down to me forever now isn’t freaking you out?”

“Is it freaking you out?”

“Of course not.” he scoffed and Iris tried to focus on his words but his hand was still caressing her skin and it was very hard to listen. “Are you feeling alright? Are you feeling sore?”

She flushed again and met his gaze, her expression softening at the way his brows furrowed with slight worry. “I’m perfectly fine,” Iris confirmed, pushing a finger to the crease in his brows, forcing his expression to relax. “I was just…thinking.”

Eris narrowed his eyes slightly and the longer he glanced at her the more heated her cheeks became, her treacherous heart back to beating quickly.

His answering smirk made Iris groan and she hid her face in the crook of his neck again, his chest rumbling with soft laughter.

“Don’t laugh at me.” she mumbled.

“So you are thinking about me being disgusting with you.”

“I am not.”

“Don’t lie to me. Your heart gave you away, mate.” he tsked and then pulled her even closer to him, wrapping both arms around her. “You know I’ll only be incredibly flattered.”

“You’re touching me so much – I can’t focus.” she whispered even as her hands slid between them, tracing his skin.

“After last night, you know I’ll never stop touching you,” he murmured. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Instead of answering, she glanced down at his erect cock between them, pressed against her skin and Iris tried not to make a sound at the sight of it. Eris hadn’t given her time to take him in her mouth last night, too busy filling her cunt and tasting her but now as they lay there, her craving for him increased ten folds.

Iris glanced back up at Eris to find him watching her, his eyes nearly glazed over in his lust. “Do you remember the last time you woke me up and shared your thoughts?” He said, his voice tight. “Last time I held myself back. This time I won’t.”

“That sounds like a threat.” she murmured.

“Oh, it’s a promise.”

And the sensual tenor of his voice made Iris bold. She couldn’t help but smile sweetly and slide her hand to his cock. Without breaking his gaze, she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed, earning her a small grunt from him, his own hand tightening on her rear.

She pumped him slowly, only inches between their lips as they watched each other and Eris tried not to shudder when she ran a thumb over the tip of his cock and squeezed him again.

“I see you do have something you wish to tell me then,” he said in a strained voice, rocking into her hand and Iris licked her lips.

“Yes. But you forgot again.”

“Forgot what.”

“You forgot to kiss me good morning after waking up.”

Eris’s chuckle was hoarse as pre-cum leaked out of him and Iris giggled softly as he groaned then nipped at her lips.

“Forgive me, little gazelle,” he whispered, his hand caressing the bare skin of her thighs. “I was distracted by your beautiful eyes when I woke and now I’m distracted by your hand on my cock.”

“I’ve been awake for a while.” she said quietly, stroking him, enjoying the sight of his throat bob as she did.

“Is that so.”

“Yes. I was watching you sleep.”

“Disturbing. I like it.”

“And I was thinking about how much I wanted you again.” she confessed, the color deepening on her cheeks as Eris’s smirk widened and her breath caught in her throat when his fingers slowly made their way between her legs.

“Oh?”

“I’m almost embarrassed to admit how much I want you right now,” Iris whispered and a whimper slipped from her lips as her husband slid two fingers into her throbbing cunt without any warning. “It feels t-too much all at once.”

“I have wanted you from the moment you threw that chair at me. Nothing is too much with you,” he murmured back, his fingers teasing her in time with her hand on his cock, his thumb toying with her clit. “So wet for me. How can you think this is too much when you know if I could, I would want to live between your lovely legs?”

“But last night –” she breathed. “We were so – it was — so many times–”

“And?”

“How can I still want to go again and again?” she mumbled as she arched into his touch, her hips rolling with his movements. “I feel like I can’t get enough –”

It was Eris’s turn to slide his free hand over her mouth. “If you keep saying how much you want me and touching my cock like that, this will end before it even starts.”

Iris flushed but chuckled against his hand then bit it gently, pumping him harder in the same breath. Eris let out a groan that went straight to her core.

How could she stop when their lips were a breath away and her husband was unraveling at her touch, even as she was melting at his?

“Iris.” he warned, his hips bucking as her pace quickened, and in turn, so did the pumping of his fingers.

“You – you could take your own advice.”

“But look how pretty your flushed skin is. Your eyes are glazed over and you’re about to come all over my fingers. Why should I stop?”

Even as she rolled her hips in time with the curve of his fingers, she didn’t miss how even their thought process had merged into one. “Then I – we should –”

“Come for me, wife,” he demanded softly, curling them slightly and pressing his thumb on her clit. “Drip all over my hand.”

“But wait – you –”

“Come.”

Iris’s stuttered breath was the only sound she could make as she arched into him, her orgasm washing over her. She could only bite her lip, shuddering against him as he smirked at her, despite her hand still wrapped around his cock. The color in her cheeks deepened the more he watched her, his fingers still playing with her and nothing could stop Iris from rolling her hips with the movements, riding out her orgasm, especially when he murmured, “Good girl. Your listening skills seem to be getting better.”

“Shut up.” she whispered, bashfulness washing over her when Eris chuckled and Iris slowly began teasing his cock again. “You didn’t get to –”

“Ladies first, wife. Now you can play with me all you like.” he murmured, giving her a rakish smile as he finally pulled his hand away and without breaking eye contact, licked his fingers clean.

Iris swallowed and tried not to think about wanting his fingers in her mouth. Tried to control the desire to have his cock in her mouth. She wanted to lick him all over. She wanted him all over her. The desire to have him inside of her was overwhelming and Iris wanted to die from embarrassment. She wasn’t this wanton. She had never been so besotted with desire that it clouded all else.

But he was her mate. Her husband. Her best friend. She wanted to want him. There was no shame in it even if she had repressed these feelings before. The mating bond thrived on their desire for each other.

It would only encourage the frenzy.

“Your heart is beating so fast again, little gazelle,” he whispered as he leaned closer and nipped at the corner of her mouth, his hands back to caressing her overheated skin. “What are you thinking about with your hand on my cock?”

His touch ignited her in a way she’d never imagined and Iris just wanted and wanted –

“I’m thinking about wanting your cock in my mouth again,” she said and bit back a smile at the sound Eris made. “You didn’t let me taste yesterday.”

“I want to ease you in, wife.” he hissed at a particularly hard squeeze and Iris hummed, leaning forward to place a rather heated kiss on his lips.

“You didn’t think about easing me in when you –”

“I can’t help it that I –”

“Eris –”

“Wife –”

The gold thread of fate between them seemed to glow when Eris growled and finally pulled her fully against him then rolled over so she was locked beneath him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss and everything in Iris was burning in delicious heat as Eris bucked against her, every inch of him touching every inch of her.

“I should be taking a tonic.” she whispered against his lips. “I didn’t prepare for it –”

“I have been for years. It’s handled.”

Eris was already spreading her legs, his cock so close to her cunt, calling to him like a siren’s song as his mouth slid to taste every inch of her neck and Iris mewled helplessly beneath him. The tip of him nudged her entrance and Iris almost let him, almost allowed it until she remembered how she wanted to sink onto him. She wanted to feel him beneath her. She wanted to dig her nails into his chest.

“Wait,” she commanded and Eris immediately paused with furrowed brows, his hand fisted around his cock as it sat at her entrance.

“Yes?”

Iris licked her lips. “I want you on your back.”

His slow blink was almost comical before a grin that was nothing short of feral delight bloomed on his face. “You want to ride my cock, wife?”

Iris’s cheeks heated yet again, heat pooling low in her stomach as she nodded. Caught between the desire to have him as the gods intended and trying to ease out of this stupid sense of modesty she’d been fighting, she tried not to let the shyness win. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She wanted to feel him stretching her, to be so full of him as she had last night. She wanted to have him pulsing inside her, keeping her filled as he came.

Her thoughts made her pussy pulse, her slickness spreading at the unbridled need that seemed to overtake her body and Eris’s grin widened.

He cupped her face and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “You’ll need to use your words, little gazelle.”

Iris kept her eyes locked on his gaze as she wrapped her lips around his thumb and let her tongue swirl around it, earning a choked breath from her husband. She took the moment to slowly place a hand on his chest and push him back, Eris allowing it and watching her as he pulled his hand away.

Iris didn’t say a word as she carefully turned them over and pushed him down so he rested beneath her. Eris watched her slowly straddle him and his cock was so hard it was almost painful as she braced herself on her knees, stunningly naked over him.

“I want to ride your cock, husband.”

Eris was so aroused it was a surprise to him that he hadn’t blown his load. “The seat is yours for the taking, wife. Please. I insist.”

Biting her lip, Iris reached out to place his hands on her waist and Eris allowed his thumb to caress her skin as she lifted herself slightly and carefully fisted his cock, circling her hips to rub his tip against herself.

“Iris, look at me.” Eris commanded quietly and her eyes flickered to his, filled with burning desire. “Look at me when you sink down on my cock.”

Without breaking his gaze, Iris released his shaft and braced her hands on his chest as she slowly, almost agonizingly, slid down on him. Her breath caught in her throat as she took him inch by inch, Eris’s hands holding her waist and Iris tried not to whimper at the sensation of slowly being filled. Tried to not think about how their bond pulsed between them.

Mates.

“That’s it, wife.” Eris praised, leashing himself not to thrust into her. “Take every inch of me.”

Iris bit back a small whine as she sank to the hilt, her body arching at the angle this position allowed, tilting her head back slightly. Oh, it felt so good. It felt – felt –

“So full.” she whispered and slid a hand to one of his on her waist, sliding it up her skin until his thumb rested right beneath her breast. “It feels so good.”

“Take your pleasure, little gazelle,” he murmured and Iris’s gaze flickered down at the seductive tone of his voice, finding him smirking up at her. “Ride me hard, wife.”

Iris needed no further encouragement, both hands braced back on his chest, and slowly began to roll her hips. Her eyes flickered closed for a moment as she began to find her rhythm, grinding, the pleasure building as Eris’s thrusts moved in time with her movement.

She was in heaven.

Peering down at her husband through her lashes, finding his attention all on her, she felt sexy—powerful. She allowed her nails to dig gently into his chest as she leaned slightly forward and carefully picked up the pace of her hips. A whimper slipped from her lips when Eris’s hands found their way to her ass and rolled her hips in time with his thrusts again.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his eyes ablaze in lust that fueled her pace. “My gorgeous, gorgeous wife.”

Iris shifted and her eyes rolled back, biting her lip, as the rhythm of Eris’s thrusts quickened then slowed then quickened again. “I – “ she began then gasped he slapped her ass, the grin on his face devilish.

“You look glorious taking my cock like this.” he said, his voice low as his fingers dug into her hips again. “You can take me anyway I like. In any way I want, can’t you, wife?”

Iris could only groan softly, sliding a hand to a breast, squeezing it as she rocked her hips in time with Eris’s movement beneath her, bouncing her body to keep taking more and more and more.

But the pleasure was building — it was nearly blinding and Iris let out a wanton cry as Eris sat up suddenly, the position allowing him to thrust even deeper and she nearly came as his mouth found its way to her neck, sucking on a most sensitive spot.

“Eris.” she mewled and his chuckle skirted across her skin as he dug his hands into her hips and moved her body to keep taking more of him. “I’m so –”

“I can feel you, Iris.” he whispered against her skin. “Your cunt is taking me so good. Keep going and come all over my cock, little gazelle.”

She was getting overstimulated already and all the sensitivity she had ignored from last night was catching up to her and Iris had to wrap her arms around Eris’s neck to not topple over as she quickened her pace, panting almost pathetically. The mating bond glowed between them and Iris wanted to claw her way into his skin, her fingers tangling in his hair. She wanted to melt into him.

She wanted to be infused into him and never let his skin leave hers.

“I need you to go harder.” she begged. “I – I can’t keep – overwhelmed.”

Eris growled, and before Iris could take a breath, he had flipped them over and she was now smothered beneath her husband’s body, his hands digging into her thighs, spreading her to his liking. He thrust hard once and held, glancing down at her with frenzied eyes.

“Don’t you worry, mate. We’ll build up your endurance.” Eris promised, his voice guttural as he leaned in close, licking the column of her neck as she whimpered then he sank his teeth into her throat, thrusting hard again and Iris cried out in pleasure. “You’ll learn to ride me long and ride me well.”

And Iris knew without a doubt, the frenzy was slowly ripping at their sanity because even as Eris’s thrust began to take a brutal pace, even as they shared a breath and Iris’s arms were wrapped around him and there wasn’t an inch of them not touching, she needed more. She wanted more. “Kiss me, husband.” She commanded. “I need you – I need you –”

Eris didn’t hesitate, crashing his lips on hers and whatever sense of reality he had was gone. He only knew his wife and the taste of her skin, the feel of her body taking his as he showered her in pleasure. As he took and gave and Eris would be damned if he didn’t give her everything he could.

In their little sanctuary here, Eris would show her exactly what the frenzy could do to them.

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swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual · 2 months

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I'm not opposed to hear your rambling of DP in dungeon meshi

Ayyy someone asked!

Oh, you’ve activated my trap card.

So, naturally, I cannot find the post because Tumblr ate it off my blog, BUT what they’re referring to is a post about how the Fenton parents could have TOTALLY ended up overshooting when trying to get to the Ghost Zone and ended up in different worlds instead… and thus decided ‘hey free children!’ And surprise adopted (read: kidnapped) both Jazz and Danny from two different realms.

I actually had a LOT of ideas on how you could do this. But, I ultimately decided that a post-canon approach was best for this little exercise. Not that you COULDN’T add Jazz and Danny, I suppose, but the timeline and the character movements are, for lack of better terms of it, EXTREMELY tight. You can wiggle an OC in there, sure, but for a fully developed character from ANOTHER media, especially one as OP as Danny, it’s far more difficult.

That’s my way of saying, this absolutely has Dungeon Meshi spoilers if you’ve never read the manga and don’t know how it ends. That’s my only warning.

So here’s the ideas and eventual story (there’s elements that are general and some that are specific to whatever storyline I ended up with) that I have doubts I will ever write but someone might as well enjoy them. I technically wrote a few scenes in my notes app, but these aren’t those, this is—kind of the whole roadmap? It’s a little funky still though, haha.

Here goes!

As with the post, Jazz is Barbara Gordon’s twin, and Danny was actually a half foot. And now he’s a halfa halffoot. Lmao. Lol even.

Before I chose to do a post-canon approach, I considered having the Fentons as a party. Jazz and Danny are basically playing babysitter to their FAR too enthusiastic parents who keep almost or actually dying because they’re exploring the whole immortal dungeon thing. While that is scrapped, some of the ideas I did have came from this, er, phase of development? So I felt it was worth a shoutout.

Marcille describes magic (well, mana) as coming from ‘The Infinite’, which is also where demons come from. And these demons can do things like grant wishes, ‘feed’ off of emotion, and change people. They also, once sealed into dungeons, do various things inside these dungeons, including making animals that cannot exist without magic for very long but also seem to still require a sort of internal logic. This sounds a LOT like how ghosts work in Danny Phantom, if you take maybe a hint of liberty and a dose of speculation about how lairs likely work.

Basically, The Infinite = the Ghost Zone, also known as the Infinite Realms. Demons = Ghosts. Dungeons = Lairs. And, most importantly… Ectoplasm = Magic.

For my own sanity and also for a successful meshing of these two very different universes, I’ve decided to go with the semi-fanon idea that the influences of the people in the living world can create things in the Infinite Realms. Belief creates reality, basically. For example, perhaps Pandora was never alive in the first place, but because people heard and believed her story so much, she became a ghost (realms being, demon, what have you). So, while those in Amity Park might not have initially believed much in ghosts, they saw them, and because people saw Phantom as powerful and either villain or hero-like, Danny and the rest of the ghosts became more like comic book characters than spooky ghosts (somewhat explains how things are still a LITTLE spooky, but seem a bit more heavy on the probably dead people thing at the beginning of the series).

Similarly, demons became what they are over time as the people of the world influenced them. You could call what demons started as, as ‘proto ghosts’, and that every world that HAS ghosts has them, and the beliefs change them into whatever form and binds them to whatever rules the dimension now holds.

There should still be some universal ‘laws’, though. For example, ghosts exist in both stories, and so do magic, as do spaces that operate at least SLIGHTLY outside the usual laws that govern the area outside of it (again, lairs and the Ghost Zone, dungeons in general).

All this to say—when Danny ends up in the Dungeon Meshi world, he ends up being a very unorthodox and extremely powerful mage, but might lose a good percentage of his usual ghost powers. He is not salty about this, no, really, ITS FINE JAZZ.

This would be less of a problem if there wasn’t a SLIGHT issue about halffoots being known as not being magically inclined… and those that might have had an interest in the past sorta-kinda got taken by the elves.

Another note is that this isn’t going to be a particularly Fenton parents friendly sort of story, because the whole thing STARTS with them KIDNAPPING CHILDREN and passing them off as their own. I’m sure there are ways to spin it as a happy tale, but uhhhhhhhhhhh. I’m not.

An additional point that you do NOT have to take from this if you make your own story is, if you’re a big fan of halffoots having tails (which, to fit with the humans-all-have-the-same-bones thing, are made of cartilage), you can have Danny have been docked as a baby by the Fentons. Adjust angst regarding that to your own tastes, but I imagine its probably something that HAD been done in the past for not-great-reasons, and so the social stigma for the parents doing that to their child is messed up—but due to the dangers of dungeoneering, some halffoots may have lost their tails in accidents or just because they were THAT serious. Point is, it’s at minimum a gossip point.

Anyways, as halffoots are very short, and Danny is one, by age fourteen his teachers are probably going to go ‘uuuuhhhh, I think there’s a problem here?’ But the Fenton parents are oddly reluctant to arrange a doctor’s visit to check for various possible causes of potential dwarfism. Like, they’re already dodgy about doctor visits, but this seems particularly avoidant.

Both Jazz and Danny might know that they’re adopted, but even if they don’t, they know where all their papers are. So they snoop through them to see if there’s any leads or anything.

There’s various ways to for them to figure it out—realizing there’s no paper trail about their adoptions or about how delayed the at-home-birth paperwork was—but one that I did contemplate was that the Fentons KEPT the tail they cut off Danny as a baby, claiming it was a ‘lower spine surgery and don’t worry about it champ!’.

As you might imagine, he’s worried about it. But also, you can nix that plot point if you’re not a fan. (Well, I mean it technically my own story developing here, but—part of this exercise is to see what other people would take away from what I’ve got too.)

More searching through papers and likely a conversation if not confrontation with the parents later, Jazz and Danny learn about the different realms and such.

Jazz is still worried about Danny’s health. They SEEMED human, but what if they weren’t and they were just lucky to not have gotten super sick? Or what if they’ll live thousands of years or something??

Danny is, understandably, a little upset about everything too. So they both pack what they might need, basing their travel kits on what notes they DID have about the world they were heading to (minimal technology, so laptops were a bad idea, but Jazz did pack a bunch of instructional books on How To Make Things), and got the dimensional coordinates to where they needed to go. Or, if you don’t wanna explain HOW those dimensional coordinates are still accurate or how that system might work now that the Ghost Zone was there, because who knew how to navigate that place on a GOOD day, Danny could just ask Frostbite or Clockwork for a quick favor. On that note, Danny should probably have a way home—personally, I gave him the starting ability to make portals, although they’re not YET powerful to get through, which is why he’s concerned that he might actually be unwell on his human side.

POINT IS. Jazz and Danny arrive, taking the name Nightingale just in case their parents went around calling themselves as Fenton and pissing people off by, oh say, kidnapping their child.

A quick survey around tells them a bit about the world, with Danny probably very used to being very adaptable on the fly. And also we’ll let him keep invisibility. As a treat. Though it may now be a bit more difficult to do. Jazz is tasked to either help Danny to let him hide behind her presence when needing to actually be invisible, read through the travel journal from the Fentons to find clues to Danny’s birth family, and her own self imposed mission to reinvent running water and water filtration systems. She is not about this no-indoor-plumbing life.

As it so happens, with the Golden Kingdom beginning to pop up, there’s plenty of spaces and houses in various states of repair that they’re currently REALLY trying to fill up. Jazz files some paperwork about being refugees, and they take a house that’s pretty far into the woods for most of the people looking for a place. The two need the space, as they are keeping literal dimensional secrets. Other than the lengthy walk to town, it’s fine. Plus, it lets Jazz do her plumbing project.

Once they both have a pretty good grasp on things, Danny C-student Nightingale realizes OH. WHAT IF I’M A HALFFOOT— wait no I’m not going by that. Call me a hobbit instead. In Jazz’s defense, she spent most of her time grasping everything else about the world, or otherwise spent most of her time they spent either camping in the woods or making their new house LIVEABLE that the whole ‘different races’ thing completely sped by her. Plus, where they live might be more Tallman heavy.

Good to know he’s healthy though! But they’re already here, and they do actually want to find Danny’s family, and… it’s just… been very nice and not stressful. The ghosts hadn’t been bothering Danny nearly as much back home, to the point where he felt pretty comfortable leaving it in Valerie’s capable hands, but this is the most relaxed he’s been in a while. It’s amazing what not living with people who would skin you semi-alive will do for mental health.

They also realize they maybe need to like… make money.

Good news is, when they switched dimensions, they automatically became able to speak Common. And, as a compensation for losing some of his other abilities, Danny can have omnilingualism. He also keeps his ice powers, mostly, and he’s pretty sure he kept his Ghostly Wail.

There ARE reasons why he keeps the powers he does. In short, he’s still part ghost (or, part demon here, but words are just words and in this case, both just mean ‘realms being’), so turning invisible is fine. So is making things cold—and, as he’s also human and able to use magic, he can create ice like other mages do. He also has limited intangibility, but for reasons involving ‘I don’t recall any mages doing it’, he has more trouble with it than usual. As for the Ghostly Wail, its similar to the mandrake cry, and thus something that likely involves magic to do—as a veritable wellspring of magic, as he’s kinda sorta a dungeon master ruled by HIMSELF now, he has plenty to spare. Plus, banshee legends might still exist in Dungeon Meshi. As for the languages thing… it’s me throwing him a bone for taking away his ability to use lasers. I might let him overshadow people, but seeing as that just kills people in Dungeon Meshi, I might not.

The two siblings begin taking odd jobs in town. The people think it’s a LITTLE odd that a Tallman (Jazz) and a Halffoot (HOBBIT, Danny) are siblings, but they usually just explain that they were both taken in by the same couple. If anyone even slightly insinuates it’s something else, the two both start gagging before they begin lecturing the gossiper.

While Danny’s skills as an interpreter ARE extremely valuable, they find that with so many new people in this town that, apparently, JUST rose out of the gotdang sea, that there are many people looking for all sorts of odd things, and THAT is something Jazz is more suited for than translating, seeing as the only language that she knows from THIS world is Common.

In short, she finds out about potions. You know, that thing mentioned like ONCE at the beginning of the Dungeon Meshi series and NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN (afaik).

Ingredients are a liiiittle hard to come by in markets, but most of them just need magic to grow, right? And Danny can make magic ice that turns into magic water.

Jazz starts a farm. When Danny starts taking home books and such to translate on a commission basis, mostly in order to avoid another close call about knowing ancient elvish languages that they may or may not be incredibly suspicious about him being able to know, he takes care of a lot of the gardening.

It’s at this point that Danny finds out he can just take a mandrake that’s in a pot, dunk it in a barrel of water, and harvest that way. It’s still a bit LOUD, but it won’t harm or kill anyone. And, the water now has magic toxins or whatever, which could have uses of their own that Jazz is now experimenting with.

So, basically, Jazz is out here doing the Dungeon Meshi Cooking Montages except its potions and it’s mildly terrifying.

Danny is just glad that he’s ALSO legally a halffoot adult and can just go to town to a tavern whenever she’s being too weird. Good news: he can drink alcohol now! Bad news, sort of: it does nothing for him. I mean, go him for never getting drunk, but like, rude.

Both Danny and Jazz are learning magic, mostly because Danny needs to offset some magic every now and again so it doesn’t build up (ie, his ice) and should at least look like he knows what he’s doing so he doesn’t get caught, and Jazz is learning so they can occasionally depend on her to claim that Danny’s magical whatever is actually HER doing. Plus, it helps with the potions. Most involve magical ingredients, so the maker doesn’t need to be a mage, but still.

Danny gets a bit homesick about Sam and Tucker, so he makes a magic mirror in an afternoon and contacts them through one of Sam’s compact cases. It had some unique design she made on the back of it, so he’s able to hone in on it. Sam is EXTREMELY jealous that they’re living some kind of cottage witch fantasy, meanwhile Tucker is like ‘they have wHAT kind of meat? And you left me here?!’.

Yeah. Tucker and Laois would get along, although Senshi would definitely have some words to say about his nutritional needs.

SPEAKING OF the Dungeon Meshi characters. What, you think I wasn’t going to add them?

Falin likes to take walks through the area. As it so happens, the Nightingale House is about two hours of very casual strolling from the castle. She discovers them one day when she noticed Danny tending to the mandrake farm (there’s likely other magical plants, but I imagine Danny is wary of the more monster-like ones).

Danny just can NOT keep her name in his head. He keeps calling her Bird Lady. Falin is not upset by this. She’s actually pretty glad to make somewhat friends with Danny and later Jazz, because they’re both pretty nonchalant about the feathers thing. Most are fine, but some are still… Off about her. Also they didn’t participate in the whole eating her thing, which she didn’t MIND but some people avoid her because they think she WOULD be upset.

Falin is also glad to find that Danny can see ghosts like she can. She promised to keep his little magic secret, though she likely has no idea how powerful he actually IS, and she visits like twice a week.

At some point, Itsuzumi claimed their front porch as one of her napping spots. Jazz thought they should maybe not have a cat girl sleeping on the doorstep. Danny agreed… by making a hammock. Jazz just accepted her fate and occasionally feeds her. That said, Itsuzumi doesn’t stay in one place as her ‘home’, so it’s a toss up if she’s there. Still, she somehow convinced the postmasters to only deliver mail to the Nightingales, seeing as they don’t mess with her letters and are out of the way enough that she has privacy when she does read them. If she’s there while it’s raining, she’ll take over the couch.

Like, Itsuzumi doesn’t have keys to the house or anything, and Danny and Jazz are both a bit secretive, but that translates really well to respecting Itsuzumi’s privacy as long as she isn’t bringing huge problems to their doorstep. Danny did once offer to see about making up a guest room that was more or less hers—the house did need repairs, so some of the rooms weren’t quite habitable even if the house itself was fine to live in. Itsuzumi was not a fan of this, as I imagine her the type to not like feeling so tied down, but she did accept a compromise of having a closet space for her to store things. It’s where Danny and Jazz will put her letters when she DOES get them.

Danny’s need to help people isn’t an obsession, but he IS quite fond of it, so as he does his work but also studies magic Just In Case, he finds a certain affinity for sensing magic, monsters, and breaking curses. The first one he broke was entirely by accident—the client had no idea that the book passages he gave to Danny were cursed.

It worked out, it was fiiiine, stop worrying so much Jazz.

While Danny certainly wasn’t advertising the curse breaking part, his previous client was told about it, and suddenly everyone knew that the Nightingales knew a little about curse breaking. They assume it’s Jazz, and Jazz has to learn on the fly how to break simple curses and protect herself until Danny can come actually work his literal magic. Jazz, oddly enough, is the one to figure out how to make protective charms.

Also, she’s successfully made the first section of her water filtration system.

Listen, they are very busy. But they’re hoping if they branch out enough, get a big enough system, they can find Danny’s parents. Because all they REALLY had to go on was One—They were halffoots, Two—Danny’s hair came from his mother, and Three—in both Jazz AND Danny’s cases, the Fentons kidnapped a twin.

It’s this work as a cursebreaker and Jazz’s work as a near miracle worker at potions—her little mad scientist experiments were bearing fruit after all—that Falin brings Laios over to work with. Long story short, Danny’s general attitude about it is ‘fuck that lion guy’ because he recognizes the work of a ghost—er, demon—when he sees it. Sure, the Toudens don’t TELL Danny it was a winged lion, saying after a really long pause that the cursers name was Leo or whatever. But Danny isn’t completely stupid, especially not about something he can PLAINLY see.

Also, a good note here is that neither Jazz nor Danny have ANY idea who Laios is. Sure, they’d HEARD of the King, but either Danny gave him a nickname, they think Laios is one of those cases where there’s an uptick of people named after a famous person, or it’s just a super common name. Or, heck, it’s entirely possible that Laios has a king monicker and that’s ALL that Jazz and Danny have heard, and they don’t know that the king’s name is Laios.

Anyways, Danny is like ‘you have two curses from your frankly very petty curser’. And they’re like ‘yeah we know’.

For the monster repellent curse, Falin points out (possibly on her own but also possibly remembering something Kabru said once) that it’s a pretty useful curse, but that it upsets Laios to have on him. So, Danny thinks ‘What Would Sam Do’ and makes a creepy doll. The idea is to attach the curse to the doll, but for various reasons involving having the curse NEED an amount of magic to stay going, it needs to be, well… fed. As you MIGHT recall from Dungeon Meshi, blood is pretty potent as a magic tool.

So, anyways, blood sacrifice for the repellent doll curse, preferably either by Laios or someone of his blood. I’m sure this won’t become a plot point for a b rated adventure story several generations later where they need to find the One True Heir to help save the kingdom or whatever.

As for the hunger curse, it’s a pretty tricky one. Most curses, Danny can kind of just. Push it out using his own magic, or trick it into thinking its done whatever the curse maker wanted it to do. But this curse is very ingrained, as hunger is something very basic to literally everyone, and it’s goal is basically ‘then SUFFER’ and that’s hard to make it understand when Laios is, technically, already and constantly suffering from it.

So, it needs to be magically purged. Starve out the magic in Laios’s body, starve out the curse. Issue being that it’s EXCEPTIONALLY hard to do that when magic is LITERALLY in the air.

With a bit of thinking, Danny comes up with a solution, and tells them to set up their creepy doll shrine and see him in three days. Also maybe haggles the price because while he DOES have a way to do this, it’s a bit risky to not only Laios but to the makers of Danny’s curse-breaking method.

Danny contacts Sam, who contacts Frostbite, who is VERY against this but ultimately agrees so long as Danny is careful. Danny technically has Jazz do most of the next part, so he’s being cautious.

The Toudens come back, with Laios happily chattering about a small monster he noticed just before they got to the Nightingales—good to know what the range of that is then, though it may have become smaller with the smaller vessel and the lesser amount of regenerating magic supplying it. I’m not looking up the one panel that sorta shows how big the field is right now.

Danny is like, bundled up and covering his mouth, while Jazz is very careful with the prepared potions.

Blood blossoms. Basically anti magic, which do not grow in this world naturally and should never do so, and involved Sam needing to travel back in time to grab a few. They explain their caution as Danny being extremely allergic to one of the ingredients and the effects of the potions being dangerous to mages in general by DESIGN.

In short, Laios has to take these potions for three days—one bottle for each day—and to light a candle anointed with the potion in the forth bottle in a closed space he needs to stay in for the duration and at least an extra two days. There’s also a fifth bottle that he needs to sprinkle into any food or drink he has for that time until after the fifth day. Remember, magic is everywhere in Dungeon Meshi. This is basically him going into a sterile bubble field for a while, but also needing to include sterilizing the things he eats and drinks as well.

“Don’t keep even a drop,” Danny warns them both very, very seriously. “This stuff shouldn’t exist here, but that is one NASTY curse you’ve got. Anything you’ve got leftover, including the bottles, bring back here.”

He also tells them that its possible that Laios might never regain magical ability he had previous, or if he DID he had to relearn it. Laios accepts this risk. He wasn’t much for magic anyways. Danny also tells him to maybe make sure the room(s) he uses isn’t his usual bedroom, and again that he needs to stay in them as MUCH AS POSSIBLE, preferably not leaving at ALL, until after his treatment.

They take his warnings seriously, at least, and they head off, carefully with the contents they just got.

They actually do as instructed! Kabru did manage to take a drop, though, just to see what would happen. Holm’s undine DISSOLVED is what happened. Kabru did not take any more risks about that because WHAT the hell, WHAT. Laios and Falin also won’t tell him WHERE THEY GOT THIS FROM. At least, not until after they finish the treatment and see if it works.

It does work though! He gets his normal hunger cues back after a couple of weeks, and Falin happily tells the Nightingales that it worked. Great! Never tell anyone what they did. Also give back the bottles please and thanks (handed off to Sam very carefully—although blood blossoms ARE a magic-and-ecto disruptor, they can be put through portals, such as the mirror phone things that technically also act as portals).

A little late for total secrecy, but no one that the Toudens didn’t already trust with the numerous secrets they already had, including but not limited to Marcille’s fun necromancy habit.

… Listen, I know that the curses Laios gets are like, consequences or something, but I didn’t like the hunger curse because of my own traumas and didn’t like the monster avoidance curse cause that just seemed cruel. Which I get was the point but I have OPINIONS on the whole thing, and it ultimately equals up to “Laios didn’t ask for this, and I’m not sure he’s actually happy in the end”. Anyways.

Because they literally helped heal the king, Laios does invite them over to dinner in the castle.

“That guy was a KING?!” Danny shouts.

Jazz is just like. Yeah that fucking tracks. But hey we can ask his help about the parentage thing!

So, now they’re going to dinner. That’s fun! Maybe!

Side note, Jazz has now invented showers and indoor baths. She’s still working on a heating and cooling mechanism but at least all the water is clean. She’s still working on getting faucets for sinks, such as in the kitchen.

Don’t ask how they have time for this, by the way. The gardening, their actual jobs of potion making and translations, Jazz’s plumbing project, Danny’s (and slightly Jazz’s) magic training, and the biological family search. To be fair, they probably have very few leads on that last one, so extending their social net is kind of their only plan.

They get dressed up fairly nicely and go to the king’s castle for dinner because apparently Danny just cannot stop impressing royalty both dead AND ALIVE as it turns out.

There, they meet the whole Touden party. Itsuzumi is there. Both parties are very surprised, but good to know, but also what. W h a t.

Senshi likes hearing about how similar potion making and cooking is, and he and Jazz seem to be getting along pretty well! Chilchuck, meanwhile, is like. Why does this kid—sorry, young halffoot adult—look so gotdang familiar. Regardless, he offers to help teach him a few things about halffoot culture, seeing as Danny was apparently raised as a Tallman.

“Yeah, we didn’t even know about other races! We just thought Danny was a little weird,” Jazz said.

“That must have been really isolated,” Marcille replied.

Oh, she didn’t even know the half of it.

Of course, someone questions how Danny was so good with languages if their ‘isolated little village’ never said that any race other than Tallmen existed, to which Danny just kind of says he had a knack for it and was bored, so. Languages. They kind of just start following patterns after a certain point. And he and Jazz HAD been traveling for a while.

Dinner goes well, with just one odd report about scratching in one of the mirror halls by the guards that Danny juuuust manages to hear before he and Jazz go out the doors.

That’s probably nothing!

A bit more time passes, with Senshi visiting Jazz and helping her learn ACTUAL cooking in exchange for those sweet sweet mandrakes and the water harvesting method while Danny gets lessons from Chilchuck and, ironically, another halffoot named Dandan about Halffoot culture. Luckily, Danny just so happened to know the halffoot language equivalent of Common, but they teach him a bit more about the language anyways.

This is also when he learns that Halffoots tend to have twins, but also that it’s not terribly uncommon for one of the twins to die. Happened to both Dandan’s ex wife and to Chilchuck and also so, so many other halffoots. That just made Danny’s search even harder. Yikes.

By week two, Danny is very tired of CONSTANTLY hearing the term halffoot, and so has requested Tucker get him a copy of the Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy to send through mirror-mail so that Danny can then translate THAT into Common and go publish. Maybe if he has a book or two to sell, he can make a passive income so he can concentrate on things other than translating YET ANOTHER tax form because the local government all wants Common—understandable—but not everyone can READ Common.

This may be a time to give Danny a misadventure with some orcs that paint him as a fucking weirdo but ultimately friendly.

Jazz gets the idea that hey, if the whole halffoots have lots of twins thing is true, meaning that she and Danny are going to have a TIME of it trying to find HIS parents, maybe she and Danny should invent, like genetic testing with magic and or potions or whatever. It’s not like they don’t have an understanding of genetics, if what Kabru’s (adopted) mother teaches him is any indicator, but genetic testing it relatively modern by our own standards.

So they start developing that. Falin still visits, mentioning how there seems to be a scratching that just won’t stop in the castle, but its always in the same hall of mirrors so at least its localized. Just, really weird. Everyone else thinks its ghosts, but Falin has checked so many times now and there just isn’t one. But Laios is doing fine, he’s very thankful, and Danny is like hahaha don’t mention it! No really, don’t! You already paid me! We had dinner! We’re friends now! Ahaha!

Should it be the case that Halffoots (-HOBBITS!) have tails, Chilchuck still has his, though it’s a liiiittle shorter than it should be, and he’s the sort thats proud about how long his wife and daughters’ tails are. He’s reconnecting with his family! Slowly but surely! In case you CAN’T tell, I actually like happy endings here. Despite the everything else I put in a story, ha. Anyways, as such, he’s a little offput by Danny’s parents since Danny admitted that they’re the ones who cut it off of him, and that even then they never told Danny that he wasn’t a Tallman despite having to have had at LEAST a clue that he wasn’t one. Shouldn’t the orphanage or however they got their kids from know? Don’t tell him that both Jazz AND Danny were just left on their doorsteps.

“Definitely not that one, aha…” Danny quickly changes the topic. “So I wrote this story—or, well, its like this story that was SUPER popular where we’re from—“

Chilchuck also explains how Danny’s name is just SO weird to most of the other halffoots. Like, it’s not OUT there, per se, but definitely reads as Tallman. Even admitting its fully Daniel does not help. This is also when Chilchuck explains that part of the infant mortality rate, halffoots don’t get their names until their fourth month of life.

Jazz made some liberties and changes to the Hobbit to fit in a little better with Dungeon Meshi and it’s whole world, but otherwise it’s mostly the same story. Chilchuck and Dandan get free copies as they’re helping Danny so much, especially with getting Danny used to other people like him (mostly). They’re both pretty impressed with it, though Danny insists that it wasn’t exactly his own writing. But, hey, the actual author was dead and he doubts any copies are going to come from his old hometown any time soon so like, might as well!

Also, copyright law is probably far different in Dungeon Meshi than here, ha. I declare it—legally in the clear!

Danny has a mission with this and that’s getting people to use the word Hobbit dammit!

Surprisingly, despite not showing up in it, the gnomish community quite like it. And so do dwarves, and elves, and halffoots, and it becomes pretty popular.

It’s The Hobbit. This is not an unexpected result. Thank you Chilchuck for helping with the printing rights and contracts for getting the book published. (And we can guess that the printing press DOES exist in Dungeon Meshi, since we can see the books they have—though there may be other obstacles about getting your hands on a book, we can see by the amount they have and how gimmicky Laios’ monster book is that printing a book itself is likely a done and solved issue in some way or another).

Danny is extremely glad he did not put his own name as the pen name for that mess.

While all that drama is happening, including the fact that Chilchuck’s wife—I have named her Brightmerry—is now a very avid fan and would love to meet Danny, Danny and Jazz have just about perfected their genetics test. Laios and Falin know about the test, although not WHY they’re doing it. Despite some concerns that the magic and chimeraism that probably STILL affects both, though Laios’s maybe got purged during the magic curse breaking thing, it certainly was unpleasant enough for him that he’d BELIEVE that he got part of him ripped out, they still seem to test just fine as siblings. Still, they need more tests.

But it’s not like they know an entire family, do they?

Danny complains about this issue to Dandan, in part to see if Dandan knew anyone that MIGHT be willing to help.

As it so happens, Dandan volunteers Chilchuck. Chilchuck only agrees to drag his family into it because he generally trusts Danny and Jazz even if they ARE kind of weird and make incidental inventions at their house that they should REALLY sell, because WHAT do you MEAN you have a hot water shower?! He also knows that both Brightmerry and Fullertom would like to meet Danny because of the book he totally did not steal from another dimension to make a profit. Might as well drag the rest. Plus, they assure that the test itself won’t hurt, and will even demonstrate with themselves and with the Toudens what a false and what a positive result will look like.

So, they arrange a date to do so at the castle. Kabru is pretty interested in the experiment, truthfully, because it seems neat! Not at all because of his own issues with his hometown involving his eye color! Why do you ask!

Off they go, and the best space to do this in due to some preparation and magic circle nonsense is the same room Laios did his whole magic purge, which was the mirror hall. It’s small but open, with no windows except for a small one in an attached restroom area. Sure, there’s some creepy scratching going on from time to time, but no one has gotten hurt or recorded anything else odd.

The magic genetics test involves having the participants positioned equally around a magic circle in little circles of their own, having a small cup of a potion that gives off a lot of steam or vapor—entirely harmless-, and pricking a drop of blood into the potion. What happens with a positive is that the vapor takes on a color and follows a trail through the magic circle, and the colors and how strong the connection between the vapor trails between two people tell how related they are. In a negative or, when two parents are in the circle, the vapor trails will not have ‘matching’ or similar colors, and the trails will not actually meet up with each other.

It’s still a work in progress, but it should tell at least siblings. Luckily, Chilchuck did manage to get all three of his daughters and his wife along, with Dandan being invited as another variable to test with.

Danny and Jazz go first, showing how their trails don’t meet up. And there’s not a particular meaning to what color a vapor trail is to a person—it can change and vary for each test, it’s only consistent when it’s a ‘positive’.

Than Laios and Falin. Fittingly enough, their trails are fairly strong, with just a few different trails fraying off, and slightly different shades of green-ish yellow coming from their potion cups.

The Chilchuck Family then take a turn, and they can observe the trails. Sure enough, Chilchuck and Brightmerry don’t have any connection, but seem to match and meet with each of their daughters’ trails, who also connect to each other in a web of vapor. They decide that maybe more than three is hard to read.

They agree to do a couple of combinations and tests, which Jazz and Danny are like ‘sorry for all the finger pricks!’ But they DID bring a bunch of sterilized needles at least. And Falin is happy to heal them in the meantime—using the space as an anti magic purge room seems to not have left an affect on the magic now in the space.

Dandan joins a few times so they can record how he doesn’t match at all. Laios then mentions why Danny isn’t doing that when they explain he’s adopted and therefore for all he knows, he’s distantly related.

Which prompts them to have him test with Dandan and Chilchuck.

He doesn’t match Dandan.

But he does match Chilchuck.

This does not change when he repeats the experiment.

They then switch out Chilchuck for Brightmerry.

… And he matches to Brightmerry.

SEVERAL different trials later involving all the halffoots there confirms it.

Somehow. Someway.

He is Chilchuck and Brightmerry’s child.

Are you surprised? Probably not that was a twist coming a mile away not going to lie.

Anyways, the story THEY give is that he’s Puckpatti’s twin. They’d been napping outside while with one of Chilchuck’s brothers, when something or another distracted said brother for, at most, two minutes. But then Puckpatti’s twin was gone. He was stolen, although they hadn’t actually KNOWN what had happened, when he was three months. It’s why Puckpatti’s name was, well. Puckpatti. Puck was supposed to be her twin’s name, and they considering having her be Pattipuck, but Puckpatti worked better. It wasn’t particularly odd for twins where only one survived to carry the other twin’s name as either their first or second name. This is also why her usually nickname is Patti instead of Puck.

Danny and Jazz explain that… yeah, they were taken in. As in kidnapped. Hadn’t wanted the pity points but saying they were adopted felt kiiiiinda wrong.

Now, this would be a very touching family reunion scene.

Except now that mirror scratching has started up.

And its loud.

And—Oh would you look at that.

Mirror portal.

Can you guess who pop through?

It’s the Fentons! Say Hello to Jack and Maddie.

It’s a whole confrontation scene, which BASICALLY goes with Maddie and Jack absolutely NOT realizing anything they did wrong, insisting they SAVED Danny, that there were two and it was fine, and BESIDES, JAZZ wanted a little sibling and when ASKED she asked for a brother, so really, its her fault.

Jazz gets a guilt complex! Chilchuck tells the Fentons that thats NOT HOW THIS SITUATION WORKED, SHE WAS TWO!

Jazz also has a horrifying memory of when she was four and Danny was two, and asking if they’d like a younger sibling, and that they’d have to agree, but Jazz said yes and Danny said NO and was this why there were only two of them?!?

Danny disowns them, pointedly saying that cutting off a baby’s tail is kind of MESSED UP DON’T YOU THINK. And they go, well if you’re going to be ungrateful—and he gets like, hella hurt.

More arguing and fighting, and Danny just kind of lays there and lets himself heal before propping himself back up like. Did. Did you think that would work. You have a magic science workshop that I regularly cleaned did you NOT THINk. THAT WOULD NOT HAVE AN AFFECT.

The Fentons go ‘oh, he’s a ghost’ and disown him right back, though not in so many words. Whichever members of the Dungeon Meshi group you imagine are there right now take it as ‘he’s a MAGE?!’

Danny tricks the Fentons back through the mirror portal and shatter it. From what he guesses, the magic purging done to Laios let there be a slight thinning in the natural magical-ecto-whatever barrier that protected this world from another one. The Fentons didn’t know where the kids went, but might have figured out they went to another world, but couldn’t locate the notes to locate the Dungeon Meshi world. So, instead, they tracked Danny and Jazz themselves. With all the blood testing Danny did in the same room with a thinning veil, that meant they were finally able to break through by using him as an ‘anchor’ to follow through the mirrors.

Universal constants, remember? Both magic mirrors AND portals are things in both worlds.

Danny takes this time to go ‘well, they already know anyways’, and uses the opportunity and also all his blood now on the floor to make some quick magic barrier things with Jazz’s help. She’s better at protection sigils, after all, but he’s the more magically powerful. Together, they sort of ‘lock’ the dungeon meshi world. Or, more accurately, they lock out a certain scientific couple. And, because three is a stronger number for magic, they also block out Vlad. Three birds, one stone.

THEN Danny passes out, you know, like a champion.

Once awake and reunited with everyone, things begin to simmer down. Sure, Danny was just exposed as a powerful mage to the King, but the king is just like ‘Eh, won’t mention it, I don’t know anything I’m barely sure how I became king most days and I was THERE’. Marcille probably finds out, either because she was there or she’s just really good at finding out things she absolutely should not, also possible interest from a long time over Jazz and Danny and their whole deal. But she’s also just like NEAT. Translate these texts for me and we’re even.

Danny is not convinced about her smile but goes with it regardless.

Chilchuck and family are cautiously open to Danny. Of course they’re glad to have him home, but also—he’s lived his entire life ELSEWHERE, so while Chilchuck knows the most about him, he’s still a stranger.

A few cute fluffy bits about learning about his siblings and his mother and father. Notably—Chilchuck is APPALLED that any child of his doesn’t know how to properly lock pick. Even Fullertom, the MOST disinterested in his line of work, is well aware of how to do it. Brightmerry is fond of reading, and Danny has lots of stories she’s never heard of going through his head. He insists they’re just local stories he’s heard of here and there, but she’s like. Suspicious of it. Not enough to cause him to stop telling her them, though. He also learns of the interests of his sisters, and is also like WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M STILL THE BABY.

The three girls are also fond of Jazz, surprisingly enough. Like, I’d hardly call them besties, but they get along pretty well. Especially when teasing Danny. Jazz tells them of the occasions she’d dress Danny up as a princess when they were little, and next thing Chilchuck knows, he’s walking in to see his son—not resisting being dolled up, because he loves his sisters already, but also very clearly hoping for an out.

“Have fun,” he says and leaves immediately before his daughters can drag him into it too.

Jazz has completed her indoor plumbing project! They no longer have a latrine and cesspit! They have proper toilets AND a filtration system for both incoming AND outgoing water, and along the way she’s made a waterwheel for electricity to power the filtration system AND the heating and cooling systems. They’re ALMOST modern at the Nightingale house!

From here, things are a bit more loose.

Danny makes gifts for his family for some kind of festive holiday. For Chilchuck, he gets a wood carving for the night each of his children were born, as well as his own birthday and Brightmerry’s. Since Meijack and Fullertom are twins, as are Puckpatti and Danny, this means four carvings. Each carving is technically a thin piece of darkly painted wood with holes drilled through, but when a light is shined onto the correct side, such as a candle or Jazz’s next project involving lightbulbs, it projects out the night sky.

Danny consulted a LOT of astrological charts for this thing, but due to how close their dimensions are, the stars were mostly the same between the two. It’s not a universal constant, but the closer two dimensions are, the more similarities there are.

After all, the Fentons were trying to slip BETWEEN dimensions, which is kind of like sewing but only going through to BETWEEN two pieces of fabric, even if the fabrics are already rubbing against each other. In other words, precision was needed, and there was no point in aiming for a FAR dimension for this, that was more likely to end in failure.

An alternate for Chilchuck is that Danny finds alcohol in the Infinite Realms to give him, if you want Danny to have more free access to the Realms. Just warns him to only drink it if he WANTS to be completely sloshed, and to maybe not do that at home, haha.

Anyways, for Brightmerry, he gives her not the next one, but the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, translated and edited for the Dungeon Meshi world. He assures his father they’ll get a copy for print later, but this was the first edition and it was for Brightmerry.

Meijack got an armband for easily hold and quick access to her most common picklock tools. Kind of like a bracer or that sliding blade thing from Assassins Creed.

Fullertom, Danny gave her a bunch of blue ribbons and accessories. Jazz had to point out for him that this meant he was supportive of her desire for marriage—Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Usually a tradition reserved for the marriage, but anyways.

As for Puckpatti, he makes her a magic compass. No matter where she is, she can always ask her to point it where she wants to go. North, South, the next town, home, to a specific person, so on. The first thing she has it point to is to Danny. It’s a much more touching moment than I am capable of writing right this second.

Uhhhh a plot point I hadn’t integrated yet was that Danny absolutely cannot cook with meat. It was started in the ‘they met during canon dungeon adventure times’ but I hadn’t translated it fully yet. Basically, when Danny tries to cook with meat, it comes alive—like the turkey or the hot dogs in canon, and SOMEWHAT like the familiars do. Of course, it’d be really weird to be able to do that without even trying, and possibly mildly illegal, so they just have Danny not cook meat. Then a draft came to be where Danny was like ‘fine I’ll just SHOW YOU’ to Senshi, and if it was in the dungeon, then he’d use them against a monster, and if it was during post canon, it’d be against his parents. Then the point of WHY all or most of them were together during the Fenton’s break in changed from the dinner party to the genetics test, and there was no reason for Danny to have been cooking.

Danny finds and introduces Fullertom to a dwarf that she starts dating. Chilchuck isn’t sure if he should be concerned or impressed with the portfolio Danny pulls out when Chilchuck asks about the dwarf and what Danny knows about him.

Another plot point for why Jazz and Danny were staying so long, outside of finding Danny’s birth family since we have now figured out he WAS developing normally and the whole portal thing was just sorta because of how tricky that power is, is that Princess Dora wanted Danny to find a good host for the Necklace of Aragon so that her brother could no longer claim it. It would, predictably, eventually go to Laios. Also, I am starting to realize I am more partial to Laios than the other characters, whoops. Anyways, I hadn’t figured out if I could or even SHOULD integrate that into the plot.

Payment for the blood blossoms were going to include five of Fallin’s feathers. They’re magically powerful, and three of them were going to be used for each name that was ‘blocked’ from the Dungeon Meshi world. So one feather for Jack, one for Maddie, and one for Vlad. I haven’t decided if I’d keep that or not, but I also wasn’t sure what to do with the other two feathers, and just asking for three and that HAPPENS to work out, the number being considered magic aside, felt a bit off and too convenient.

Danny would eventually take on a new name in honor of his birth family. Danbright Chils. Dan is him, obviously, and since he’d be taking Chils for Chilchuck, he decided to take Bright for Brightmerry. (I actually debated between Bright or Bridge. So either Brightmerry and Danbright or Bridgemerry and Danbridge. This is directly because of Danny’s ‘be the bridge’ thing.)

Things are just starting to settle…

Then, Sidney of all people shows up in Danny’s magic communication mirror. And we get information that due to Jazz and Danny’s mild meddling with the magic-ecto-whatever barriers, that Jazz’s twin has become aware of the fact she once had a twin—basically, Inspector Gordon kind of ‘felt reminded of [Jazz]’ and told Barbara about it. And since Barbara is part of the superheroes club, she was able to find out that not only was her twin alive, but in an entirely different dimension entirely.

Annnnd that’s all I got.

It’s a lot! Don’t expect me to publish it! Have a nice day!