#i was just a baby writing this

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

A Little Bit of Light

no way a fic update on tumblr. finally moving more of my fics over lmao.

Summary:

Satan and Asmodeus manage to knock some sense into Lucifer's thick skull while Mammon tries his very best to help Leviathan, but the sea demon wants nothing to do with him. Or does he?

Everything was in slow motion, leaving Satan stunned and breathless. Lucifer was bloody and most likely hurt and-

“Get over here!”

Satan tried to brush off his initial panic and shock, rushing forward and ripping Lucifer off of Leviathan, who was crying. Leviathan rushed out of the kitchen, but Satan hardly noticed, tempted to slap Lucifer. Asmodeus continued shrieking and Mammon shouted something over his shoulder at Satan before he rushed out of the kitchen, following after Leviathan. It was all happening so fast and suddenly that it left Satan reeling. Not only was it too fast, but the residual wrath that was clinging to Lucifer’s soul was so distracting.

Satan realized that he was gasping, body trying to gain more of that rich tasting rage, attempting to get high of off the power. Cursing mentally, Satan snatched Lucifer’s shoulder, turning the elder demon towards him in an attempt to ignore the dizzying feeling.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Lucifer looked puzzled and a little dazed himself, but Satan’s harsh words made his expression morph into a disapproving frown, “I’ll have you-”

“Skinned? Tortured? Goddamn, what did you do?”

Lucifer tilted his head just enough that Satan remembered how much smaller he was, which only added fuel to his fire. Asmodeus’s dainty hand was abruptly on his arm, amber eyes quiet and calming. Asmodeus then turned back to Lucifer, gently taking his hands in a way that Satan could not.

“Luci, what happened?”

Lucifer ignored Asmodeus, looking at the counter, confusion clear on his face as he seemed to notice that Leviathan was no longer in the room, “Where did he go? Shouldn’t he be happy?”

Asmodeus knit his brows, “Why would he be happy?”

Satan huffed, “Exactly my point here. You rush in, coated head-to-toe in blood, smash him in an unexpected hug, and then he’s running away bawling? What the hell?”

Asmodeus shot Satan a look, one that clearly said “chill out”. Satan drew in an irritated breath, “Sorry.”

Lucifer blinked in shock, his expression flickering between horror and realization, “I didn’t mean to startle him.”

Asmodeus nodded, “I know, Luci. We should clean you up.”

Lucifer nodded numbly as Asmodeus dashed off to get the first-aid kit, leaving the father and son alone in the empty kitchen. Satan pursed his lips, eyeing the older demon with... not exactly scorn, but pity. Satan knew how it felt to be blinded by rage and hate, knowing nothing but the causing of pain and the ripping of sinew and skin. Narrowing his eyes, Satan began to put puzzle pieces together, wondering what Lucifer had done to get coated in blood in the first place.

“I’m back!” Asmodeus flitted back into the kitchen, immediately opening the kit, digging in it for bandages. Satan placed a hand on the lust demon’s arm, stopping his digging.

“Hang on, Lucifer is that blood yours?”

Lucifer paused in his empty stare at the doorway, turning those dark eyes to Satan’s crystalline ones. The deepness of the gaze made Satan almost look away, heart stuttering for a moment. Lucifer took his gloves off, eyes still locked onto Satan’s, “No. It isn’t mine.”

The dark eyes hardened and faded into red, “It belonged to the bastards that hurt Leviathan.”

Asmodeus blinked in shock and Satan groaned, smacking a hand to his forehead in exasperation.

“Lucifer, for the sake of the population, you need to calm down! You’ve killed more than Belphegor! Belphegor!”

Asmodeus yelped, putting his body between the blond and the raven, “Boys, boys! Refrain from more bloodshed if you will, as I doubt our dearest Levi will be happy if you’re both dead.”

Satan flinched at that, properly chastised. Lucifer sighed heavily, dropping his gloves on the counter, leaning against it.

“I cannot believe that I did that.”

Asmodeus pursed his lips, “Well, mistakes get made. Nothing new.”

Satan heaved a sigh of his own, “Murder isn’t the answer.”

Lucifer shot him a look of anger, but Satan ignored it, crossing his arms instead of speaking again. Asmodeus chewed his lip, nervously watching the two demons. After a moment, Asmodeus took Lucifer by the arm, “Let’s go get you cleaned up, in case Leviathan sees you again?”

Lucifer nodded, shooting one last look at Satan before he let Asmodeus tug him out of the kitchen. The moment the Avatar of Pride was out of the kitchen, Satan collapsed against the countertop, lungs tight with pain. Squeezing his eyes shut, Satan forced himself into a more regular breathing pattern, struggling to focus through the haze of wrath that was misting the room, ruling out his logical thinking skills. Everything was covered in a foggy haze, making it hard to even see. Satan shuddered, half-healed wounds throbbing in pain, his brain flashing vivid images of the last time he had seen Lucifer bloody.

Satan leaned heavily against the counter, face pressed into his hands, palms rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to clear his blurry vision. His breath was stuttering in his chest and he couldn’t stop it. He knew he must have sounded pathetic, almost crying from absolutely nothing, but he couldn’t stop the wave of encompassing feelings. It made him feel ridiculous, a pitiful child that never had a father, yet he craved for it so terribly that it made him lose himself into despair. Satan sniffled, scrubbing harder at his eyes, forcing the tide back, back, back into the untamable ocean that contained his feelings and his tears.

Shakily exhaling, Satan lowered his hands, looking about the kitchen. It was so barren, even though it had just been filled with laughter and life. The mess on the floor was less and less appealing the longer he looked at it, and he could almost smell smoke. Satan scrubbed a hand across his nose, figuring that it was just his memories meshing together with reality. At least, that’s what he thought until he glanced at the stove, spotting the orange glow of flames. Cursing, Satan ran across the room, tossing the contents and the pan into the sink, turning the tap on, letting the fire extinguish.

The smokey mist was making his eyes tear up again, but he concentrated on the task at hand, hoping to be productive for once.

***

Lucifer watched a gust of wind carry leaves past the glass window, ignoring Asmodeus’s words as the lust demon left the room, leaving Lucifer by himself. The pride demon was sitting on one of the chairs in his bedroom, watching the window as if it held all the answers he needed to hear. How could he have been so rash? With Leviathan, easily the most sensitive out of his brothers? Lucifer rested his chin atop his hand, wishing he had the power to go back in time and fix what he had messed up.

It wasn’t just that he had ruined Leviathan’s entire day, possibly his entire week. No, it was far worse than that. He had potentially set up more enemies to damage Leviathan, possibly even fight him. Lucifer groaned at his own stupidity, rubbing at his temples. Perhaps he should ask Barbatos again for a restart. He could make it better, he knew know. Lucifer wouldn’t fail this time around. Barbatos had always just looked at him sadly, claiming that this timeline was the only one that gave his brothers happy endings.

Looking at it now, Lucifer didn’t believe the time demon. How could anything that was happening lead to a happy future? Lucifer sighed, wishing that there was something he could do to save his brothers from their mental chains and traumatic experiences. Lucifer lifted his head, staring off at the wall. Humans were far more experienced in the mental workings of the mind. They knew so much more about helping others live their best lives while they still could, mainly due to their short life spans.

Lucifer stood suddenly, speed-walking over to his closet, digging through it for his travel clothes. He would need to go to the Human World in order to get information on how to help his brothers. While he was searching for his coat, his D.D.D binged from its position on his nightstand. Curious, Lucifer walked over to the device, unlocking the screen and reading the notification. Lucifer stared at it for a moment, then he smiled.

***

Mammon leaned against the door, shoulders tense against the firm wood. He could hear his little brother and it made his heart throb in sympathy. Mammon had seen Leviathan cry so many times, but it never got easier to watch it happen. Hearing Leviathan sob and wail all alone without anyone to lean on was breaking Mammon’s soul. Another gasp-y sob filtered through the door, and Mammon slipped down the wood, leaning his head against the door at his back.

“If ya let me in, I can help.”

That seemed to make it worse if Leviathan’s cries meant anything. Mammon pursed his lips, wondering if he should just break the door down. He wanted nothing more than to go and comfort Leviathan, but the sea demon wouldn’t let him inside, choosing to bawl all alone. Mammon blinked, his vision watery and blurry. Sniffling, he bonked his head against the door, trying to get Leviathan to answer him. Nothing he did seemed to be working, and he wasn’t sure if kicking the door down would be good or bad.

“Levi?”

Mammon tensed when he felt something hit the door, unsure if it was a pillow or a weapon. He sighed heavily, “I’m right here.”

***

Leviathan slid down the door, burying his face into his knees, tears hot and mind screaming. All he could see was red and all he could smell was the tangy salty scent of blood. Mammon’s voice was filtering through the door, but Leviathan didn’t want him to waste anymore of his life babying him. He needed to just grow up and learn how to brush off insults and subjects he hated. Until then, he would bawl until he couldn’t breathe, alone.

“I’m right here.”

Leviathan gasped a shuddery breath at the words, tears coming harder as a response. He didn’t want Mammon to be here, he wanted him to go and live his life! Not continue to waste his time on a hopeless monster. Leviathan curled in on himself, sobs racking his body. Everything was just falling apart and he couldn’t begin to put it together before something else fell onto his barely built foundation, rendering him useless again. It hurt, and it would never stop hurting, would it? It was cold, but Leviathan was used to the cold.

***

Nervously opening the door, Leviathan poked his head out, wondering if anyone was still awake so late at night. He doubted it with the exhausting day they had had, but that didn’t mean no one was awake. Belphegor might be, it was about four in the morning. Leviathan swallowed, tip-toeing out of his room, pausing when his foot bumped into something. Holding back a yelp, Leviathan glanced down, spotting white hair.

Leviathan felt the heat of tears building up in his eyes again, but he ignored the sensation, crouching down beside Mammon instead. The greed demon was curled up on his side, breaths heavy and even. Just seeing him sleeping peacefully, right in front of his door, made Leviathan want to curse him. Mammon had so many other things he should be doing, but here he was, waiting for Leviathan to get his shit together again. Leviathan cringed, wondering if his brother had been here the entire time. Knowing Mammon, he probably had been.

Mammon sighed in his sleep, body curling closer to Leviathan’s feet as if he knew he was here. Leviathan stood, backing away from Mammon. He didn’t want to wake him up, but sleeping on the floor couldn’t be good for him. Leviathan weighed his options, glancing at the end of the hall, spotting the stairs. He bit his lip, then cursed under his breath. Moving closer to Mammon, Leviathan crouched next to him again. He managed to roll the demon onto his legs, pulling him against his chest and holding him tightly.

He almost fell over when he stood, but he managed to regain his balance, shuffle-walking across the hall to get the greed demon back to his bed. Mammon didn’t stir, but he was smiling in his sleep, arms lazily wrapped around Leviathan’s shoulders. Leviathan knew he was blushing terribly, but he had to get Mammon somewhere comfortable. He stopped in front of the door, arms shaking from Mammon’s weight, eyes boring into the dreaded doorknob. How was he supposed to open it with Mammon taking up his hands?

Leviathan pursed his lips, knocking his hip against the door in an attempt at access. To his surprise, the door swung open a little. Mammon must not have closed his door yesterday. Leviathan sighed with relief, nudging the door open a little more so he could get Mammon in. The floor was a wreck of empty bags and random piles of clothing. Leviathan surveyed the floor, trying to find the easiest pathway to Mammon’s bed. It was times like these that he wished that he had wings. Then again, if he did have wings, they’d probably be decorative, like fins.

Leviathan decided to just step on the clothes, avoiding pockets that were visible, just in case Mammon had something important tucked inside of them. He made it to the bed just in time, his arms giving out and depositing Mammon onto his bed with a flop. Leviathan winced, hoping Mammon wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t, much to the relief of the sea demon, but he did make grabby-hands at Leviathan in his sleep. Leviathan almost snorted, backing away from his brother, making his way out of the room. He didn’t close the door, only pulled it to, just in case.

***

Mammon awoke confused and cold. Sitting up, he glanced around finding himself in his room. Mammon crinkled his nose, recalling falling asleep by Leviathan’s door. How had he ended up in his bed? Last he checked, Belphegor sleep-walked, not him. Mammon tossed his legs over the edge of the bed, looking at his door. It didn’t hold any answers, but it wasn’t closed all the way. Mammon tilted his head, crossing his floor without a care for what he was stepping on. Stopping by the door, Mammon pulled it open, looking at the empty hall.

Leviathan’s door was open, and Mammon felt his heart rate increase. Leviathan was out of his room. Mammon darted across the hall, gripping the door frame to stop himself from crashing into the room, blue eyes scanning the room. Leviathan wasn’t inside, so he must have left already. Mammon pushed off of the door frame, rushing down the hall, hopping onto the stair railing, sliding down like a child. Landing with grace, Mammon rushed through the living room, eyes darting from one piece of furniture to the next in his wild search.

Skidding to a stop in the kitchen doorway, Mammon found what he was looking for. Leviathan was sitting on the counter top, his feet in the sink, a cup of something in his hands as he looked out of the window. Mammon sighed, walking into the kitchen, “Hey.”

Leviathan looked away from the window, orange eyes landing on Mammon. He smiled, giving a shy little wave. Mammon smiled back, hopping up on the other side of the sink, watching Leviathan sip from his cup. Mammon looked down into the basin of the sink, arching a brow at Leviathan’s feet in the sink. Mammon looked back at the demon across from him, gesturing at the feet in the sink. Leviathan shrugged, taking another sip out of the cup. Mammon rolled his eyes, shoving his feet into the sink too.

Wiggling his tan toes, Mammon noticed that his white nail polish was almost the same shade as Leviathan’s skin. Leviathan’s toes copied Mammon’s, making the greed demon laugh. Leviathan giggled too, eyes bright and Mammon almost forgot about what happened yesterday. Almost. It clung to him like a kudzu vine, tangling and strangling his memories, always reminding him with every throb. But right now, watching Leviathan look happy and actually laughing, Mammon chose to let the vine tighten, he could always cut it away later.

Mammon gestured at the cup in his little brother’s hands, “What’cha drinkin’?”

Leviathan wiggled the cup, “Oh, it’s just water.”

Mammon nodded, “Didja eat dinner?”

Leviathan shook his head, cutting off Mammon’s groan, “Hey, you didn’t eat either! You can’t get onto me when you haven’t either.”

Mammon pulled his feet out of the sink, sliding off of the counter, “Yeah, well, I’ve eaten breakfast today. You haven’t.”

Leviathan sighed, looking down into his glass of water, “I know.”

Mammon tugged the fridge open, “I don’t even know what we had for dinner.”

Leviathan’s voice carried across the room, “Me neither.”

Mammon huffed, digging around in the cold container, searching for something that wasn’t just junk food. He closed the fridge in frustration, tugging open the nearest cabinet. Mammon shrieked, jumping backwards in shock. Leviathan had tossed his legs over the edge of the counter, “What? Mams, what is it?”

Mammon stared at the cabinet in shock, “Belphie?!”

Belphegor was sitting cross-legged inside of the cabinet, a spoon in his mouth and a bowl of... something in his lap. He gave a wave, tugging the spoon out of his mouth, “Hi.”

Leviathan stared at the younger demon, “What are you doing in there?”

Mammon walked over to the younger, looking inside of the bowl, “Is that whipped cream?”

Belphegor tugged the bowl protectively against him, “Yes.”

Mammon rolled his eyes, “For breakfast?”

Belphegor nodded, shoving another spoonful into his mouth. Leviathan snorted, “That’s an interesting breakfast.”

Mammon nodded, “Belphie, do ya know where real food is? Like, stuff for sandwiches?”

Belphegor nodded, slipping out of the cabinet with such grace that Mammon wondered where he’d gotten it from. Belphegor set the bowl of whipped cream and the spoon down on the counter, making his way over to the freezer. Mammon and Leviathan shared a confused glance, both watching their little brother lay across the freezer, reaching for something behind it. After a moment, Belphegor pulled an ice chest out from behind the freezer, a grin stretching across his lips.

“Beel never checks behind the freezer.”

Mammon gawked, “Never?”

Belphegor slid off of the freezer, “Well, unless he’s desperate. He doesn’t like to make a scene, you know.”

Leviathan nodded, “Yeah, valid.”

Mammon took the ice chest from Belphegor, “Thanks.”

Belphegor shrugged, “There’s ham and mustard in there, um, bread, cheese... actually, can I have the cheese?”

Mammon snorted, opening the chest, “Ya can have a piece. I’ll make ya a sandwich too.”

Belphegor pulled himself onto the counter, tugging the bowl of whipped cream back into his lap, “Why?”

Mammon pointed an accusing finger at Belphegor, “Ya can’t just eat whipped cream for breakfast!”

“Why not? It’s dairy, so it’s not total junk.”

Mammon rolled his eyes, “That don’t make it better.”

Belphegor looked like he was about to answer, but he looked over at Leviathan instead, watching the sea demon burst into peals of laughter. Mammon grinned at Belphegor, hoping he understood how important it was that Leviathan was happy. Did Belphegor know about what had happened? Belphegor smiled back, scooping another spoonful of whipped cream into his mouth, his eyes shimmering with mirth and knowledge. So he did know. At least he wasn’t bringing it up. Mammon smiled as he finished making the first sandwich, hoping that today would be better than the last.

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[ryukatters]

bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him

“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”

You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.

“Kats?”

Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.

You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.

“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”

“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)

“Kats?”

“No.”

“‘Suki?”

“Close, but still no.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah, baby?”

"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"

"In your desk drawer on the right."

You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.

"Love you, Katsuki."

"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[ariaste]

Me: [sees everyone talking about how Assad Zaman was "literally" coming up with RPF about himself and Eric Bogosian in an interview]

Me: ah, fandom's doing its little "interpret an innocent comment in Some Kind Of Way" thing again, let's go find the video and do our own critical thinking about what was actually said here--

Assad: What would happen if I said-- [words that cannot be interpreted as anything but RPF fanfic]

Me:

Me: ok fandom gets a pass on this one actually

[zarla-s]

I've been watching my four year old niece lately and it's made me think of the brothers, haha. Her little games are always changing the rules! But the brothers' world is a lot smaller so they have less things they can pretend to be. Man I haven't drawn them in the lab as babies in such a long time. How nostalgic...

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[frownyalfred]

a random socialite: “Your rude, spoiled children shouldn’t be allowed at these events. They ruin every party they go to.”

Bruce, a rude, spoiled nepo baby currently in a secret competition with his children to see who can ruin this gala first: “…uh huh.”

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[gojoed]

"oh my god satoru you look so cute here!"

"wait wait wait, don't look at those!"

you were currently holding a picture of satoru in your hands. it's nothing you haven't done before, going to the corner store and flipping through recently printed pictures of you and your friends after waiting a week for them to develop.

but this time you weren't holding snapshots of suguru having permanent marker on his face while sleeping or ridiculous photos of satoru and shoko grabbing onto each others hair, fighting over who gets to get the last snack from their stash. this time you held a photo of satoru, except younger. exponentially younger. as in, you just got your hands on a photo of satoru the moment he was born. literally.

like every other newborn he had that faint pink shade on his soft skin, button nose, and little hands that had the chubbiest of fingers. you swore you fell in love all over again with him.

the grown up version of the baby however did not feel the same. he didn't think a visit to his family's prestigious estate would lead to you seeing the one photo he would rather die than having any one of his friends see. he'd rather have you take a photo of him falling flat on his face on a pile of garbage actually.

how you came across that photo of him, he has no idea. you both were currently residing in his old bedroom, laid down on the old tatami mats that still smelled new. all he remembers is you getting up to look for something within the old cabinets of his room before you exclaimed about your recent discovery.

"oh there's more, lemme see."

"nononononono, no! you've already seen enough!"

satoru tried desperately to snatch the small box of photos that was now on the floor. seriously who put this here?? — maybe his mother heard of how he was bringing you along for the weekend and planted a little surprise for you to find. he was unsuccessful, again, as you seemed to be faster than the strongest now since the box was now sitting on your lap — the stack of photos now in your hands as you flipped through them one by one.

"you used to wear such cute things too! look at that, it's a little onesie with a duck pattern!"

satoru was now internally screaming, his ears blowing out steam now from embarrassment. they must be, since he could feel his face rise in temperature faster than ever, he might even be a new shade of scarlet now. he's resorted now to lying face first on the floor, burying his face in his arms trying to shield himself from your commentary.

he didn't budge when you poked him with your fingers, trying to show him photos of his even younger self. satoru won't deny it, he was cute as a baby. the cutest even (his ego was whispering that) — but to have you witness him in all his newborn glory? that was too much for him. now his image was shattered (the one he created in his head), you won't look at him the same anymore. you'll only think the words cute and adorable, and so on after this. no more comments on how hot he was, how undeniably attractive his smile was.

satoru gojo, was indefinitely, ruined.

that was at least his way of thinking. you were internally dying on the inside.

to think that at such a young age, satoru still held the most striking pair of eyes you've ever seen. even as a baby you could see that he held the heavens and even the depths of hell in them. you can see why many people whispered how his birth had changed everything in the jujutsu world.

but even so, you couldn't bring yourself to care about those old rumors. right now, you were focusing on just how cute he used to look, back when he was just a couple of pounds and was drowning in innocence that any baby had.

"hey satoru?"

"..mm?", well at least you got a reaction.

"who took these photos anyway?"

you had to wait a few seconds until you heard him shuffle, moving on all fours before sitting up and placing himself right next to you. the embarrassment had died down, just a bit. there was still evident pink on his neck, ears, and cheeks.

"it was mostly just my mom and the maids. they were the ones who always dressed me up too."

that made you smile, the image of a fussy satoru not wanting to put baby gloves on with a matching outfit — it was too good not to imagine. a few moments passed before satoru carefully snatched a handful of photos from you. you were about to protest when he began telling you the story behind each of them, or well, the ones he could remember.

maybe you seeing him like that wasn't so bad after all.

p.s., now he's totally gonna send some of these to the group chat. bet he was a cuter looking baby than suguru and shoko anyway.

[wandixx]

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 3 GIW made a lot of mistakes and the biggest one was going against Young Justice part 1

As you can see by the title (I need better ideas, you're all welcome to share yours), this is kinda part of "Danny, the Youg Justice member" but as something I have more of actual idea about. So while I encourage people adding their stuff to other snippets, please let this one be. I will be adding to it. It's even partially written :D

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 2

"Hey guys" Danny greeted clearly winded, phasing through the wall. Whole Team turned towards him, some giving him a side eye “Sorry I’m late” 

“You’re good, my dude” Wally answered, patting him on the back as soon as halfa landed, turning into his human form. They gave him a moment to catch his breath(just how fast he tried to fly there?) before grabbing their bags. Dick jumped and threw himself over the speedster's and halfa’s shoulders.

“Happy Harbour, we’re coming!” he yelled.

He fixed his grip when he caught Danny’s quick wince under the pressure as they left the headquarters. Judging by look on his face, Kaldur caught it too.

“So what’s on the agenda?”

“There is an amusement park in city, so we’re going to enjoy our free time there” M’gann explained with excited smile “I can’t wait to see it, I heard it’s fun”

Artemis nodded with a grin.

“I bet I can win more plushies than all of you. No powers,” she demanded after a moment, slamming her hand n a random tree for better dramatic effect.

“Stakes?” he asked, competitive like always. While blonde shared her idea of ‘no locker room duties for a month’, Danny explained all the questions M’gann asked about what even bet was and what stakes meant. Dick was sure she knew the answers to all of them but he didn’t say anything. He was trained well enough to catch Conner listening intently, despite his clear effort to hide it.

It turned into a whole Team competition.

It was going to be an aster.

***

M’gann was having a blast. Everyone already had two to four plushies, stomach full of unhealthy food and manageable nausea from the roller coaster. Wally and Danny were throwing popcorn to each other's mouths, Robin challenged Conner and Artemis to the next game. It really was fun just like she was told!

It was much less fun when literal blast shot a few feets away from them. Ground where it hit was burned. Halfa squealed, projecting a strong wave of distress. Without second thought he threw his hood on and changed his posture, frantically looking for a hiding spot.

Few children started crying, their families scrambling to get away before attackers started shooting again and hurt them. Workers, already used to working in less than ideal circumstances, quickly, but without panic warranted by recognised villains or outright invasion, shut down reinforced blinds and probably walked out to inform someone. At least they didn’t have to worry about potential civilian casualties. 

“Do you know who they are?” M’gann asked, quickly establishing the Mindlink.

“Don’t worry about it” he answered, putting on crazy big sunglasses that Wally won some time before.

“My dude, we just got shot at. We have every right to worry”

“Calm down, Wally. I got shot at, you’re just close by. I’ll handle it” With a ruffle of his hair and a piece of popcorn thrown in his mouth,he turned around, just moment after the next blast almost caught his arm. He plastered a smile on his face.

“Hey, I’ve seen guns like these in laser tag! But I’ve never found them cheap enough to get without selling my kidney!” he yelled enthusiastically.

When the rest of them turned around, M’gann saw ten people in sunglasses and pristine white, holding guns straight from the mad scientist’s lab. THey stood still, projecting surprise bordering on shock. She could also feel hunter's happiness underneath it, intense enough that she considered breaking the ‘don’t mess with people’s brains’ rule. As a treat.

“Don’t worry guys, they won’t harm you. Act like you  don’t believe you’re in danger. Like they're a bunch of LARPers or something” It was easier said than done, especially when Danny, who nearly always underestimated the danger, was so terrified. 

“Who are they?!”

“Wally throw me a bit of popcorn, please” Halfa asked, ignoring Artemis almost yelling in their minds. In turn, he was ignored by the speedster. Three of the men turned to check something on weird sort of scanner. Danny's false smile went from cheerful to embarrassed. 

“Dang me and my poor communication skills” he said, loud enough for men to hear but not enough to sound like he was talking to them, before asking louder “I meant to ask, where have you brought it and how much does it cost?”

This seemed to actually shake men out of their shock. They got furious.

“You won't trick us this time, ghost scum” one of the guys with a scanner snarled. Danny pursed his lips in childish gesture of displeasure.

“Rude much” he muttered as if he wasn’t shining with terror like a lighthouse. Robin perked up as if something got him curious.

“Wait, ghost? What do–”

“What are you cosplaying?” Artemis blurted out. Men got visibly angry but Danny smirked.

“Don't antagonize them,” Kaldur commended. 

“If shit goes south I'll get you out of there, half a second flat” Wally offered.

“Thanks dude. Good job Artemis, they hate to be treated like a joke they are” halfa praised but out loud asking:

“Ghostbusters? No, they had different uniforms. But who else got a thing for ghosts?”

“Quit joking around, we caught you Phantom! You ran far from Amity Park but-”

“Who is Phantom?” Robin interrupted rudely (they deserved to be rude to them).

“Where is Amity Park, Utah? Cali?”  Conner asked, adding fuel to the fire of chaos with barely contained glee. He liked messing with anyone even slightly resembling Kadmus staff and these guys marked almost all of the boxes.

“Illinois” provided chubby man who looked and felt like he didn't want to be there almost as much as they teens did. Danny relaxed slightly.

“Agent W you have no clearance to share this information“

“You were in Illinois and didn't tell me, Tommy?” M’gann finally spoke, jokingly punching his arm.

“I wasn't, I swear! I've never set a foot outside of this state in my life!”

“Quit messing around, you freak!!!” the guy, with the biggest ego and probably the leader, screamed.

“Can I please mess their heads up?”  M’gann asked, pushing hope through Mindlink as hard as she could.

“Again, rude. What did I even do to deserve that?”

“Like you–”

“Operative K, I think they really don't know anything “ Agent W, the nicest out of the batch, interrupted “Maybe it left some ectoplasm on this boy to throw us off?”

“They called you it, Danny” Conner seethed, looking like only Kaldur’s hand on his shoulder was stopping him from punching all of them straight to the sun. M’gann was already reaching for their minds.

“We need to run a scan to be sure. Come here boy”

“Now, who are you?!” Robin got defensive, sliding to shield Danny from asiliants. Conner and Artemis joined him, so clearly furious that M’gann almost retreated from Mindlink. She wasn’t any calmer, it just felt overwhelming to be backed up by five other people.

“It’s classified”

Kaldur took a photo with an obnoxiously loud sound effect. Wally appeared right behind Danny, ready to evacuate him. Artemis barely kept herself from tackling the nearest ‘agent’ to the ground.

“What are you doing, boy?” Operative K splurted, absolutely flabbergasted.

“Calling the police”

“Why?”

“Robin, throw some laws, please”

“Oh, that’s easy,” the boy jumped in gleefully “You assaulted our friend and refused to state why you would have credentials to do so or even who are you. You carry modified weaponry openly in public and I doubt you have a permit, carelessly use it  against minors, endangering innocent bystanders while we’re at it. You disturb public peace. I think that’s enough to get you arrested. Wait you know what, call ‘Supervillain emergency hotline’ instead, this is serious attack”

“Right ahead of you, already calling them”

It wasn’t that big of a problem even if someone tried to qualify this as spam. Young Justice Team was first to respond to all threats in Happy Harbour anyway.

Danny let out a low ‘uuuu’ with a smirk. Someone powered up a gun. Wally slightly raised halfa of the ground, ready to bolt.

“It’s okay young man,” the nice agent started, raising his hands in a placating gesture “We’re searching for a dangerous supernatural entity and may have overreacted. In our defense, Phantom is known to be tricky and we wouldn’t be surprised if it used human disguise to hide from us. Your friend gives off the same type of energy like what we use to track it so we assumed they’re the same. We’re sorry”

“Agent W you don’t have clearance to disclose that to-”

“Operative K, after the last few incidents we have to be more throughout before jumping to assumptions. Agent Gamma wouldn’t be pleased if your temper caused the next scandal,” Agent W look at them again, with a forced ‘warm’ smile “We’re really sorry for bothering you. We have reasons to believe Phantom is somewhere around but don’t worry about it, we will be on the lookout. If you see it, please contact us and we will take care of it” M’gann grabbed the ‘WANTED’ poster from man’s outstretched hand. She barely restrained herself from doing something irresponsible, like turning every man in white into a brainless vegetable.

“Later M'gann”

“But Robin…” she whined before sending a small laugh so they knew she wasn’t serious. She knew that Conner and Danny were anxious about this use of her powers.

Agent’s left and everyone relaxed. Wally put Danny back down and leaned back, jokingly rolling back his arms as if he got tired. Halfa stopped with a loud thump to sit on the ground. He was paler than usual.

Artemis shouted, alarmed.

“That was way too close” he started, aiming for a cheerful tone but missing by a mile “I’m fine, just need a moment to cool down. Sorry for that, guys. I thought I lost them over Ohio”

“That’s fine, personally I don’t care, we knew better than to expect a whole day without something going wrong, but who were they?” Wally asked, already back to eating popcorn.

Danny sighed, so deeply M’gann felt it in her bones even though she didn’t try to read him.

“I think this is the talk we should have in the Mountain”

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[canisalbus]

Yeah sorry I drew this.

Hope you feel better soon ♡

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[bluerosefox]

Little Danny's Big Adventure

New idea.

Okay now hear me out.

-Pulls out AU idea cauldron and tosses stuff into it-

Let's put in some Ghost King/Prince Danny.... But also some deaged to toddlerhood Danny that gets yeeted into the DCverse!

Like imagine, tiny baby Danny with his tiny crown of ice floating above his head and his galaxy cape wrapped around him and uses it like a baby blanket. He didn't mean to fall into a different universe, a natural portal opened up and he was being a curious little thing! He didn't mean to trip and fall in during his nap time.

Nor was he expecting to fall into this realm during a rogue attack and knock out said rogue cause they were being a meanie and harming people and now Danny just wants his nap time cause he spent a lot of his tiny engery and he wants to find a nice spot.

Danny finds a place to crash, snuggling himself into his cape and the astronaut bear Danielle got him during her last visit that he takes everywhere since.

He's out like a light as the door to this safe house that belongs to one of the Bats opens up.

Meanwhile. In the Infinite Realms, Queen Regent Jazz is going into Mama Bear Jazz Mode trying to find her deaged brother, keeping the Realms in check, and is resisting the urge to put CW in time out Soup Time because he's being cyptided again about Danny whereabouts!!! UGH!