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The Clemtures

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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

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INTERLUDE: DOG DAYS, pt. 1

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Finally Getting Help (prt 11)

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When Jason arrived at the manor to meet Danny it wasn’t him who greeted him but Damian. Jason tensed as he always did when he saw Damian, though now the feeling he got when he saw Damian made more sense to him. He had read the slide show, he knew that the urge to fight Damian wasn’t hatred, and neither was the way Damian lashed out at him… at least probably not. They should spar more, but not right now, he still needed to overcome the urge to fight Damian in the lobby.

“Todd,” Damian greeted.

“Demon-Brat,” Jason said, insults were practically his love language now anyway. 

Damian sniffed disdainfully, but he was shifting from foot to foot. He had something to say and was struggling to figure out how. Jason crossed his arms and dutifully waited for Damian to spit it out. “Danny has warned me about the role that combat has in courtship for his kind, I do not know why on earth he would want you to court him But that is his decision. I will not interfere but understand that he is vulnerable and he is protected. If you hurt him in any way there will be consequences.” 

“I’m not planning to hurt him, but I also don’t even know if we are ‘courting’ yet,” Jason said rolling his eyes. 

“Well then you’re even more of a fool then I thought,” Damian said with a disdainful sniff. “He’s a very powerful being, Zatana says that he will likely grow to be a god, you should be grateful he is willing to let you court him.” 

Jason blinked rapidly, he hadn’t been here for that conversation so that was the first he was hearing of that! It also occurred to him that Damian had a baby-crush on Danny and considered teasing him about it but decided not to. “Huh, good to know,” He said, simply reaching out to ruffle Damian’s hair and missing on purpose as he dodged away. “So where is Danny?”

“He’s waiting for you in the dojo upstairs,” Damian said, sounding a little resigned as he gestured upwards. “I hope you made reservations for somewhere worthy.”

“Don’t worry Dami,” Jason snorted, brushing past him to head towards the stairs. “I’ve got it under control.”

Once again as soon as he entered the dojo and saw Danny the violent urges surged but he wasn’t alone and he didn’t swing first. Danny came at him first and Jason rose to meet him. The fight was longer but less desperate this time. It felt like they were getting out their energy and anger without meaning it, and by the end Jason and Danny were both breathing hard and purring again. It really did feel like bonding, they were closer now then they had been at the beginning of the fight, even if they had hardly said a word.

It ended in a stalemate, or, Jason got Danny pinned but it couldn’t have been more obvious that Danny let him. Jason was glad they didn’t have an audience this time so later he could deny that made him blush. Danny gave him a cheeky grin and reached up to pull Jason down, slow enough that Jason was able to scramble away before Danny got hold of him.

He coughed to clear his  throat awkwardly, grabbing one of the towels that sat on a shelf on one side of the dojo, using it to wipe his face and the back of his neck. The fight had been intense enough to make him sweat, though Danny still seemed unbothered, and there were some gym style showers off of the dojo. 

“Well I’m glad I brought a change of clothes!I’m going to have a quick shower and then we can go out for dinner okay?”

“Sounds good, I’ll go change too. Alfred bought me a Ton of new clothes, I really didn’t need that much more. By the way, what sort of place are we going? I mean, should I dress up?” Danny asked a little awkwardly, Running a hand back through his hair to try and push his bangs back.

“I mean, probably a little bit?” Jason said. “If I didn’t take you somewhere nice I think Damian would shank me. It’s cute how protective of you he is,” Jason teased. 

“Alright, so we talking jeans and a button down? Or proper dress pants?” Danny asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“Better to go with dress pants. The good ones are pretty comfortable anyway, and Alfred wouldn’t get you bad one. No need for a jacket though, unless you’ll be cold?” 

“I have an ice core, I never get cold,” Danny laughed. Jason was just going to pretend he understood what that meant.

“Alright,” Danny agreed, bouncing to his feet in a way that denied gravity and bouncing out of the room to go get changed.

Jason grinned like an idiot after him before shaking off the feeling and going to have a quick shower and get dressed for their date.

Jason showered and dressed in a red shirt and soft brown pants before meeting up with Danny who was wearing a blue that brought out his eyes and black pants, he looked… very good. Judging by the blush on Danny’s cheeks he thought the same thing about Jason. 

“Have you ridden on a motorbike before?” Jason asked rather than acknowledging any of that.

“Oh! Ya I have, not that often but I know the basics,” Danny assured, following Jason eagerly towards the door. 

“Great, I have an extra helmet for you.”

“Do I have to?” Danny sighed dramatically. “It wouldn’t kill me anyway if I fell off.”

“Yes you have to,” Jason said firmly, his stomach twisting at the idea of Danny getting hurt. “You have to be more careful Danny! I get that we’re all bad about risk taking, and you’re tough, but you don’t have just yourself to worry about anymore!” Jason said, trying not to sound too much like he was scolding Danny. He wasn’t sure it worked because Danny did look pretty chided as he took the helmet. 

“The babies aren’t in my head, the helmet wouldn’t protect them,” He muttered as he put it on. Jason just hummed and rolled his eyes as he put his own on. 

Danny got on the bike behind him and wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist, snuggling up against his back even as continued to sulk. “Hold on tight, and the helmets have mics so we can still talk without having to yell. It’s a bit of a drive,” Jason warned. He could have gotten there a lot faster, but not without breaking traffic laws and he was in civvies so a half hour drive it had to be.

Danny hummed and tightened his grip on Jason as he kicked back the stand and revved the bike, peeling out of the driveway in a way he knew would piss off Bruce. It also made Danny yelp and cling tighter though so Jason slowed down a bit once they were out of the driveway. 

Danny was quiet for maybe ten minutes and Jason was starting to worry he’d upset Danny more then he realized and maybe should apologize when he spoke up. “You’re right. When Cass clocked that I was pregnant it was the first time I’d talked to anyone about it besides Vlad. I’m not… Honestly the way I’ve survived most of the shit that’s happened to me was not thinking about the implications. I’m not sure how I’m going to do this. I’m in a way better position now then I was even a week ago but it’s going to be such a big change I’m having a hard time imagining what it's even going to look like.”

Jason hummed, nodding and taking a moment to consider his response. His first instinct was to remind Danny that he didn’t Have to have the babies since it was still early but he knew that the other bats would have already brought it up. If Danny was anything other than fiercely protective and utterly determined to have the babies Bruce and Dick would still be trying to convince him to not be a teen parent and focus on his education. The same way they had tried to convince everyone in the family not to be vigilantes and utterly failed. 

“You’re going to be a good dad Danny, and you’re not going to do this alone. Bruce never got to have any of us as babies, the youngest of us was 12 when he adopted us and I know he’s looking forward to having a baby around. Alfred is too, and Damian and Dick will compete for best uncle. Money is no object, you’ll get everything you and the babies need. It’s still going to be a big change obviously but there’s nothing to be scared of I promise,” Could he make that promise really? Well he just did so he’d better do his best to make sure it was kept. 

“It’s not just that though,” Danny said and hesitated again. Jason stayed quiet to let him organize his thoughts. “My binder is hurting more to wear, my.. Chest aches, I told Bruce I was just incubating ghost cores. And that’s what I’ve been telling Myself too, but I got sick this morning and the babies are clones of me, and I’m half human. What if I actually am pregnant?

“I told Jazz I’d bring up going to a human doctor but then dodged it. I haven’t been in years and I am nervous about going again but it’s more than that. I don’t like my body, I’m too young for hormones or surgery but if my body changes. What if my chest hurts too much and I can’t wear my binder anymore? What if they grow more? They’ve always been small enough to hide before.

“I don’t mind the idea of my stomach growing, or even really being a mom. I’m a man but I do feel like I identify more with maternity than paternity. It’s really just my.. Breasts. God I hate that word. I don’t want them to grow, I don’t want to lactate or breastfeed. I mean, I DO, I actually really do but just the idea is giving my dysphoria at the same time that I really want to do it to bond with the babies.” It was like a dam had broken and Danny’s words came fast and a little loud, breathing hard between bouts of talking. 

“Deep breaths please Danny, take a few deep breaths,” Jason soothed, taking one hand off the handlebars briefly to pat Danny’s hands where they were clasped over his stomach. He was a bit at a loss about this, none of his siblings were trans, he knew trans people but he’d never had to talk anyone through these particular problems. “These are a lot of what ifs to be panicking about. It’s totally your choice, the babies can be bottle fed if the time comes and you’re not up to it. There’s nothing wrong with that. We’ll all be here for you no matter what happens, but you really should go to the doctor Danny. At least then we’ll know what to expect right?”

“Will you come with me to the doctor? I’m a bit scared of human doctors, I’ve heard people talking about experimenting on me so much as Phantom that every time I’m in a lab-like environment now I can’t stop thinking about it,” Danny asked, a pleading edge to his voice.

“Ya, I’ll come with you, and whoever else you want,” Jason promised, because what else could he say? “We’ll make an appointment for you with Dr. Leslie, she sees all of us vigilantes, she sees just about everyone involved in the night life and never Ever talks to the cops or the feds. Trust me no one can get that woman to talk to anyone, she’s safe.”

“Thank you,” Danny murmured, leaning his cheek against Jason’s shoulder. The rest of the ride was a quiet one as Danny recovered and Jason tried not to overthink his lackluster responses. 

-----

Jason parked a block away from the restaurant rather than trusting any concierge with his bike and waited for Danny to get off before he did. He took off his helmet and took Danny’s from him and locked them both in the storage compartment on his bike before leading the way, shoving his hands awkwardly in his pockets. He was never the most… socially competent. He was better than Tim but he was worse than Dick and Bruce and in moments like this he wished these things came a little easier to him.

Danny was quiet, his hands swinging loosely by his side as he followed, Jason noted the way he kept looking around them. They all did that, looking for threats civilians might not see, it was how you spotted a hero even when they weren’t trying to be spotted. Still there were no problems between the bike and the restaurant and when they got inside Jason softly asked the host to make sure Danny got one of the menus without prices. He was knew to this lifestyle, Jason remembered the first time he’d gone out to a fancy dinner with Wayne the prices had nearly given him a heart attack and he was younger and less set in his ways then Danny.

He didn’t want Danny to worry about the prices, he’d be paying and he was both the son of a millionaire and a crime lord, he could buy the entire fucking place without blinking. The host nodded understanding and ushered both of them to the most private table in the establishment. 

They settled in and ordered drinks, Jason a coke and Danny a signature lemonade before they were left with the menus. Danny gave Jason a suspicious look when he noticed there weren’t any prices but when Jason innocently pretended not to notice Danny huffed and decided not to bring it up. 

“Order whatever you want, appetizer and dessert too,” Jason encouraged, putting on his innocent face again when Danny gave him a Look. 

“Alright,” Danny agreed with a dramatic sigh, he didn’t need to be pushed too hard though, Alfred had mentioned Danny was almost always hungry, wish was why Jason hadn’t chosen one of the fancy places with ridiculously small portions.

Danny took a while to choose, and asked Jason about a few items and words on the menu. Finally he sighed and put his menu down to indicate he was done. It wasn’t long before the waitress returned to take their order for appetizers and main before vanishing again.

“So,” Danny asked leaning against the table and clasping his hands. “You have questions?”

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<3 putting together an art log for fairy <> anti fairy pics shared on twt and then some! (oh yeah cartoons truthers rise)

[starry-bi-sky]

tales of the passerine - danny fenton being bruce wayne's first kid

okay okay. so this is like a continuation/elaboration of my oneshot/prompt i wrote about the idea that Danny was the first batkid. We have a lot of aus where he joins the family after the rest of the bats do, right? So hey! Lets shake things up a bit. Danny is the first to be adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Danny's parents and unfortunately Jazz die shortly after the events of TUE -- how so? I was gonna say an ecto-filter explosion, that would call back to the TUE explosion and trauma behind that. But lets do something new! Carbon-monoxide poisoning.

It's not too unexpected for something to break in the Fenton house, especially with the Fenton parents' questionable understanding of proper weapon handling and lab safety. The water heater broke from a stray shot by one of the weapons, and was promptly MacGyver'd incorrectly. Danny went to stay with Tucker for a guys' night, and came back to a dead silent house.

(Danny's neighbors got a very unfortunate shock when he ran to the next house over in hysterics.)

There was a lot of shuffling around with CPS, the police. People had to be called in to handle the equipment in the lab, and the GIW was rumoring to show up in aid to clearing the scene. When Danny heard of that, he immediately went and dismantled the ghost portal to the best of his abilities. He burned the physical blueprints of all his parents' inventions, their blueprints on the ghost portal, and their most dangerous weapons were destroyed beyond recognition. Anything to prevent the GIW from getting their hands on his parents' tech.

It opened up another investigation, but he was not under the list of suspects. He was placed in the care of Vlad Masters, where they then went back to the rebuilt castle mansion in Wisconsin. Danny, terrified of the future that has once passed and may do so again, shuts down in his grief. Inadvertently, he ends up somewhat repressing his ghost half. Something Vlad, who is grieving Madeline but relishing in Jack's demise and his custody of Daniel, is not very happy with.

Vlad's... gone into a bit of a mental health spiral. He's becoming increasingly possessive over Daniel, the final remnants of his friends and a liminal being like him. He doesn't like that Danny's repressing his ghost half -- both out of genuine concern as a ghost, but also because of his desire to control Danny and groom him into the perfect son. If you ever had a phase where you read Dark SBI found family fics, first off; me too bro, and second off; those are the vibes I'm thinking of.

Danny's mentally shut down from grief! And fear. He's dropped into a bad depressive state -- paralyzed with grief and the terror of the inevitable. Clockwork saved his parents because he believes in second chances, but what's the point of that when his family ended up dead anyways? Danny doesn't wanna believe that he's destined to become evil, and he's holding out onto that hope, but it's a thin line, and he feels utterly hopeless and trapped. He hasn't used his powers or ghost form since he trashed the lab, and Vlad has alarms set up to prevent him from trying to escape.

He's also unintentionally cut off Sam and Tucker -- both of whom are so scared and concerned for Danny too, and are trying their damndest to reach out to him. He keeps ignoring their texts. Danny basically haunts Vlad's manor. He goes out to eat if he has to, attends parties Vlad drags him to, and stays in his room all day if he can.

At parties, Vlad doesn't allow Danny to leave his side, or really talk to anyone -- not that Danny wants to. A product of Vlad's increasing possessiveness. Well, he almost doesn't let Danny leave his side. Danny has a habit of slipping off to hide somewhere for the parties whenever he can, and Vlad reluctantly allows it so long as he stays alone.

This becomes an advantage when eventually, Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham after missing for years, and holds a bright charity ball to celebrate the return. Vlad has been chomping at the bits to get his hands on Wayne Industries, and with the return of its owner there is no better opportunity to wipe out his rival. He goes, and he as normal, brings Daniel with him.

Vlad thinks Wayne will bleed his little heart out for Daniel's poor orphan sob story -- he's a fellow orphan himself, after all. He's not wrong; Wayne's little heart will bleed, just not in the way that benefits him.

Bruce sees Vlad and Danny approaching before they're even close enough to introduce themselves - and like with many of the children he will soon come to care for, it's like someone set a mirror into the past right in front of him.

Danny Fenton's suit is tailor-made for him, and despite the fact that it's his perfect size, the sag in his shoulders, the ducked down head, and the way he hunches into himself all pictures the image of a child in shoes too big for him. There's a far away, glazed over look in his eyes and grief marble-cut into the lines of his face. There's not enough makeup in the world that will hide the dark circles under his eyes.

("My nephew, Daniel Fenton." Vlad's hands are possessive on Danny's shoulders. Bruce immediately notices the way the boy tenses under his touch. "His parents passed recently, and as his godfather I was designated his guardian.") ("I'm so sorry, the loss must've been terrible.") ("Yes, carbon-monoxide poisoning caused it. Daniel was out with friends, when he came home... they had already passed.") (Bruce immediately dislikes that Vlad shared the details of their death unprompted -- he likes it even less when Danny flinches at the reminder and hunches into himself.)

Danny runs off at some point earlier into the charity. At this point, parties are still being held at Wayne Manor (because iirc google search mentioned that was a thing at first before it was changed), so he disappears and hides in one of the empty rooms nearby. It just so happens to be the same room Bruce Wayne hides in when he needs a break from all of the socialization.

Thus begins a long, long process of trust. Bruce can't reveal his hand as being smarter than he looks, but he can be compassionate. Kindness needs no measure of intelligence. He keeps Danny company for as long as he can before he runs the risk of being found.

Rinse and repeat. Vlad insistently wants Wayne Industries, and he'll go to as many Wayne parties as he can to get his hooks into the man. The problem is that Bruce Wayne is never alone, and getting him alone is impossible. Finding him too. It's like the man never stops moving. Always talking to someone, always circling somewhere. He orbits around the room as if he isn't the sun of the Gotham Elite's solar system.

Danny's had such repetitive behavior that Vlad never thinks to believe that Bruce Wayne is disappearing to go talk to him. That "Vlad's" son is even interacting with him at all. Danny never gives him a reason to think so, and neither does Bruce.

Danny doesn't actually acknowledge Bruce until a handful of parties in, where he hands Bruce a small slip of paper he smuggled in that says; "don't trust Vlad". Danny's face stays carefully blank, but he's so tense that his hands are trembling, and he's purposely looking away from him. Bruce plasters a smile onto his face, slips the paper into his pocket, and tells him "okay".

(he's been busy with his own goals with the mafia, but he sets aside time to investigate Vlad Masters. He was holding off. Until now.)

Danny does eventually start speaking to Bruce, he's starting to really like the guy. He's starting to see a little hope, even as Vlad is starting to get more and more agitated with him the more he refuses to use his powers.

He reaches out to Sam and Tucker again, and starts trying to reconnect with them. Vlad has spyware on his phone, and he limits the amount of times he can talk to them. A weird parental control lock of some sort that leaves a time limit on how long he can talk to them for. 30 minutes. Danny doesn't tell them anything about Mr. Wayne.

Danny, slowly, wants out of here, and he's slowly gathering the motivation to do it. Vlad is genuinely scaring him -- and Danny wonders just how truthful the past-future Vlad was when he told him that Danny wanted his ghost half separate. He starts trying to come up with an escape plan.

Vlad has anti-ghost wards everywhere around the mansion, and while they're always on, they boost to full power at sunset. The doors and windows are always locked, all main exits have alarms set on them. The only reason it's not super extensive is because Danny hasn't tried leaving at all yet, so Vlad hasn't had to tighten anything.

At night, Vlad locks the door to his room and puts up an anti-ghost ward around the room. The mansion is on the outside westward side of Madison, more entrenched in rural Wisconsin. The closest town is a four-way stop sign with one house on three corners, and an open bar on the fourth. Not much to go.

He refuses to go to Sam and Tucker; Vlad would look there first. It's too dangerous. Vlad would sound alarm bells and have a manhunt looking for him, Danny can't risk going just anywhere. Too much risk of being found, sold out, or caught. There's really nowhere for him to hide.

Until there is. Bruce is telling Danny about the history of Wayne Manor, and says, as casually as saying the weather; "The manor has dozens of empty rooms, I'm sure Alfred wouldn't mind filling another one if he could." And quietly, hesitantly, Bruce places a careful hand on Danny's shoulder, unrestrictive and gentle; "He wouldn't mind getting one ready for you if you need one."

And there it is. There's his out.

Danny, just as quietly, replies; "I'll keep that in mind."

The ball starts rolling.

Now I've been trying to summarize this au as much as possible for length convenience, but Vlad has been steadily growing more and more controlling. More emotionally manipulative. More agitated at Danny for not using his powers.

He wants Wayne Industries under his thumb but he's been steadily growing more and more concerned with Danny. He's started grabbing him, yanking him around, shaking him; trying to goad him into using his powers. He gets angry when Danny doesn't react, or tells him he doesn't want to use his powers. He hasn't outright attacked him, but he's getting there. This has been happening over the time it takes for Bruce to indirectly offer Danny sanctuary at his home.

It all comes to a head when Vlad stops going to parties at all -- something Danny has to pretend he isn't upset about -- because Vlad doesn't want him around other people anymore. Vlad rarely goes now without him, and only leaves to go to a Wayne function or to handle something at VladCo.

Danny can't wait for Vlad to leave long enough to escape. So he leaves during the night of a big storm. Vlad's locked him in his room, but Danny doesn't bother trying to go for it; he goes to the alarmed window instead. Danny's been repressing his ghost half so long that he can't access his powers immediately anymore -- he can feel it, he knows its there, but he can't quite reach it.

He breaks the lock by hand.

Immediately the alarm goes off through the entire castle, filling the room with red, and he scrambles for the rope the Wisconsin Ghost left for him a few months back. Danny's already out and climbing down the side of the castle before Vlad even reaches his door -- the only good thing about the entire room being ghost-proof is that Vlad can't get in that way.

The rope ends before it reaches the bottom, and he's still twenty feet in the air. It won't kill him if he lands it right. Danny takes his chances, and drops. He breaks his ankle, but he survives.

And he fucking books it to the back garden. He hears Vlad shrieking over the thunder and rain.

I'll save the full experience for a future oneshot, but Danny makes it out into the nearby woods and forcibly experiences what it's like to be in a horror game, trying to hide from the thing that's hunting you. There's only one thing going through his mind; "i'm going to die"

I have this mental image for this scene. Very stereotypical horror imo. Where Danny is hiding behind a tree, with a hand over his mouth, and Vlad is a few feet away from him, glowing ominously red through the trees, trying to search for him.

Danny doesn't get away from this unscathed, but he does get away alive. That's all he could ask for. He gets away by getting his ghost half awakened long enough to transform into Phantom and fly to Gotham.

But he gets to Wayne Manor, he gets to Bruce. Or, at least, Alfred answers the door from his insistent pounding. Danny's just in tears and Alfred gets him in the living room, wrapped in a towel, with ice on his swollen leg before he has to step out and alert Bruce.

Bruce already breaks multiple traffic laws on a nightly basis. And that's just with the sheer existence of the batmobile itself, not including the speeding and military artillery attached. He breaks double the amount trying to speed back to the cave and get out of the suit.

Right off the bat: Bruce will know, at least before Dick enters the picture, about danny's powers. He'll figure out something considering the fact that Danny traveled from Wisconsin to New York in a single night. That'll be a bit of complicated affair, but I've already got something in mind.

Actually it'll probably be very soon after Danny joins the family, because Bruce tries to offer to fight for custody for Danny - the state Danny was in at arrival is clear enough evidence for a trial. But Danny immediately shuts it down, says it's not going to work and then Vlad will know Danny's with him and he won't be safe. He tells him that Vlad cannot know Danny was with Bruce.

Danny's biggest regret was not telling his parents he was a halfa, and while he doesn't want to tell mister wayne (yet), he does tell him about Vlad being one. He needs to know why Danny can't be seen with Bruce. So he tells him, and Danny's current plan is to just hide out from Vlad until he turns 18. That way, he has no more legal jurisdiction over him. After that? He's not sure.

And to wrap this up, since this has already gotten very long and I can make more posts about this au later; I've thought about it, and I'm going to say that Danny does become a vigilante before Dick enters the scene. He goes by, as you probably guessed; Nightingale. "Gale" for short.

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Soulmate AU | at age 18 you stop aging until you find your soulmate {with some twists}

Part 2

He stopped aging at 14. Then again he did die at 14. Danny was to busy to notice he wasn't getting older. World ending threats happen a lot in Amity. Besides defeating Pariah, being named Heir to the Throne would really be much more stressful don't you think?

It was just another day in Amity. Secretly learning what he needed to be Ghost King and being a Sophomore was keeping Danny busy. He only paused when he heard Jazz call for him.

"Hey Danny can you come down to the kitchen for a moment?"

Huffing Danny put his Ghost King homework away where his parents wouldn't see it before descending down the stairs.

"What do you need Jazz-" his sentence falling off as he noticed Jazz and his parents all at the table looking both concerned and serious.

"Have a seat Dann-o", Danny slowly sat at his seat at the table.

"What's going on?"

"Well sweetie, Jasmine brought to our attention something we should really talk about..." Maddie started, before he even could panic thinking Jazz ratted him out as Phantom, Jazz blurted.

"Danny you've stopped aging"

Danny was nearly 15 when he learned his soulmate was dead.

Edit: Authors Note: As per my first authors note on Part 2, I am trying to relearn my writing and people calling my works prompts just because they are short, and writing out how they want my art to go upsets me greatly. Please for future reference do not tag reblogs calling these prompts. There will be more parts but they will be slow and short until I feel better about writing.

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i have no clue what im going for w/ my artstyle anymore exploding on the spot right now ^_^

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Snapshots of Yesterday (magical girl au) - Magical Girls Pt 2 Enemy Team

Dazai ♀

Colour: Brown

Flower: Asphodel

Motif: Bandage

Weapon: Scythe

Gin

Colour: Black

Flower: Thistle

Motif: Spike

Weapon: Knives

Sasaki

Colour: White

Flower: Anemone

Motif: String

Weapon: Crossbow

[sunderberry]

More of my "Valentino owns Husk's soul" AU. Husk is not having a good time.

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MERI

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The Aid Part 2 Sneak Peak Preview?! + Inside Scoop

I wrote this yesterday and got too excited to wait until after chapter 10 is finished to share this. It's time to meet some new characters on the flip side of this AU! Author’s notes at the end; enjoy! :)

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“Next!” Shouted the medical provisions officer.

A strapped Envoy with a military-grade rifle stepped aside, OK’ing the next townie in line to approach the pop-up medical tent. It was a dingy old thing, tattered as hell, and after ten years of surviving South Louisianan weather, it was held together only by tried-and-true duct tape and hand-me-down tarp. Folks around Toussaint Parish called these eye sores ‘the circus that never left town’ on account of Arcadia Republic officials fortifying the rickety fixtures as permanent establishments after the first round of PEP outbreaks.

Benny loosed his grasp of his single rations ticket and stepped up to the makeshift counter. His charm turned all the way up.

“How might you be doing this fine morning, cher?” He flashed his best grin, pausing a moment in hopes of finding a name tag affixed to the provision officer’s stained scrubs—damn, nope.

“Ticket,” She said in a bored monotone, holding her hand palm-side up.

He flicked the worse-for-wear piece of colored cardstock between his fingers and leaned on the counter, trying to block the view of the watchful eyes of faceless Envoys patrolling.

“I’m sure you hear this all the time, but my, you are just gor-geous, you know that? What you doing stuck in a place like little swamp town U.S.A. handing out baggies of Advil passed off as gen-u-ine medical supplies?”

“You got five seconds to hand me that ticket before I call over that Envoy and have ’em drag your wanna-be smooth-talking pretty boy ass out in the street by your fucking ponytail,” she threateningly smirked. Damn, this was not going to be easy. But at least she had a sense of humor. He could work with that.

He smiled and lowered his wrist, allowing her to snatch the worn stub from him and drop it in an old plastic cheese balls container.

“I’m fixin' to trade for some penicillin,” he said smoothly, low enough for only her to hear. Bribery of an Arcadian officer of any rank was a punishable offense; he hoped Ms. Cranky wasn’t a true believer or—even worse—wasn’t shaking up with one of these nearby Stormtroopers.

“Good luck with that. Find any, let me know,” she quipped over her shoulder as she turned to retrieve a grab-bag of—you guessed it—half-crushed pills of Advil and Tylenol with a single band-aid and alcohol pad.

“I’m a fisherman. I got food and a boat. Just name your price, and it’s yours,” Benny confidently smiled, hoping to land a snag. She took a moment to gaze off in the distance, appearing lost in thought, and then her eyes snapped to him in a crazy stare.

“Still no,” she blinked.

But he wasn’t one to give up easily, not when so much was at stake. “You see, I take care of the orphans a couple of towns over and—”

“Does that line usually work?” She huffed incredulously, dropping the grab bag on the counter.

“You tell me, this is the first time I’ve had to try it. Usually, the trade thing works,” he sheepishly admitted. At 26–almost 27– he thought himself nearly too old to pull the innocent card, but he’d still whip it out now and again to thrum the heartstrings of lonely-looking 40-somethings. She had no ring on her finger; it was worth a shot. “But just know my kids’ll be real upset if Uncle Leland dies from pneumonia all because you don’t wanna help me out.”

“Yeah?” She teased with a mischievous gleam. “Well, I might know where we can find some.” She thoughtfully looked him up and down. He felt her gaze linger on his lips for half a second too long, then work him over once again. Oh good, his favorite game.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours, honey,” he cooed, slowly pronouncing each word, moving his hand out of her field of vision so she could get a better look at him. “What time you get outta this fun house?”

She glanced side-to-side in the space beyond him, no doubt checking that the coast was clear before beckoning him closer. He hunched over, inching nearer as she shyly reeled forward, a girlish move that magically took a decade off. Oh, he had it in the bag—

“NEXT!” She yelled, inches away from his face. He jerked only slightly from the assault on his eardrums. He bit his lip but held his ground.

“Please,” he whisper-yelled through grit teeth, searching her face for a crumb of altruism—however, how stale. “I’m so forreal about the orphan thing!”

“Au revoir!” She waved him off.

A hand wrenched onto his shoulder, pulling him back as he fought to keep his balance.

“Keep it moving, vassel,” the grainy, mechanical voice of a suited-up Envoy ordered.

“Wait!” Benny supplicated, throwing out a free hand. The provision officer tossed him the baggie. He barely caught it, snagging it just between his fingertips. More firm hands wrapped around him—his other shoulder, his arms, something hard pressed into his back, a feel he became well acquainted with. He wound up on the wrong side of the barrel of one of those scary-looking guns the tin cans trotted around more than he’d care to admit.

As he got hauled off, he kept his hands up, the universal sign of surrender—Envoys were known as a little too eager to exercise their authority given the slightest opportunity to pounce. He had too many people counting on him to do something as stupid as starting a fistfight with metal men who’d make sure it’d be his last.

He glanced at the woman standing behind the counter, who didn’t seem to have a care in the world watching him get his sorry ass held at gunpoint. He hoped he was at least the highlight of her day.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he shouted.

Her reply came swift and as emotionless as her opener, “I didn’t throw it.”

The squadron of Envoys pushed him out of the roped-off area of the small shanty town tents. He rolled his shoulders and realigned himself, trying to shake off the feeling of the tight, gloved grips all over him. He knew there had to be a human in there somewhere beneath all the steel plates operating the thing, but that didn’t take away from how cold and soulless their presence was.

“Ben, what the fuck?” his cousin, Jean-Paul, exclaimed in a hushed rage, approaching him from a tree in the bush line he jumped down from, no doubt witnessing the whole event. “This was the last one on the list!”

“I know, J.P.—don’t you think I know that? I was sure this would be the one since it’s all the way out in bum-fuck, and all them others came up dry!”

Jean-Paul snatched the snack-sized zip-lock from his hand and stared at it as if he had no idea what the hell it was. “This is all you could get?”

“Don’t go get all highfalutin on me; I tried my damnedest! Why don’t you go on and hop your ass in that line and give it a whack, huh?” Benny groused, throwing his arms up in defeat, determined to pitch himself a whole fit.

“Ay, ay, Hoss, calm it,” Jean-Paul pointed his gaze at the Envoys lurking about and then back at Benny, reminding him they were still out in public with prying ears and eyes.

“What’s the plan?” Jean-Paul hushed, his brows stitched together in worry.

“Only one thing left,” Benny sighed, retying his loose ponytail of black hair into a tight bun—just in case things got real hairy.

“Go start the boat and cut their lines. Be ready to hightail it outta this shithole. Time for a good ole snatch-and-run.”

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Author’s notes:

Congratulations, you have officially met my favorite, favorite guy (alongside my poor, beat-to-hell Aid)! I hope ya’ll like Benny (Benôit Onésiphore Bourdeaux) because he is—surprise—a main character—what? You thought distance from our first MC would stop Benny’s rise to fame? I don’t want to give too much away and spoil things, but I will assure ya’ll that things will come together and are connected and make sense, I swear!

I hope to God Benny didn’t come off as a weirdo but instead as his intended cheeky, schmoozing self! I hope you guys like him!🤞

Important things to know: Get ready for some prime-time culty apocalypse whumping straight from the bayou! Crazy swamp cannibals, crocodiles, and Envoys—oh my!

Benny is of Creole/Cajun and Native American (primarily Choctaw) descent but grew up in a French-heavy part of LA (evident by his name). Needless to say, he’s a POC, as is most of his family; therefore, there will be POC AND bits of female whump here, and probably some spice (everything will be tagged as usual, don’t worry). Additionally, since we are working with different backgrounds WITHIN an AU, some regional lingo and jargon will be thrown around, as is evident in this Part 2 preview alone (Louisiana-French is a whole dialect of its own that I won’t pretend to grasp fully). At some point, I will assemble a lexicon of AU slang and definitions of commonly used abbreviations because I love a good reference guide, and do I think it is necessary for a story like this.

How this will work: Part 2 will still follow The Aid and his misfortunate daily dealings with the detestable piece of shit, Wyatt, while also introducing Benny and his clan (he does, in fact, take care of orphans and his sick Uncle Leland, amongst many other things—Full House ain’t got nothing on him). I am unsure how many chapters there will be in Part 2, but I will try my hardest to give The Aid and Benny equal-ish screen time, but, in all honestly, I have a feeling this part will lean more towards Benny because The Aid got a whole part to himself already. I don’t know precisely what that will look like yet (flying by the seat of my pants as usual), but it will probably be one-two chapters for each and they switch off.

I was hoping I would be able to contain my excitement and get all of Part 2 done before I start posting it, as I’m not trying to make the same accretion of mistakes as I did in Part 1 (which is a complete fucking mess omg, I know it’s in dire need of a rewrite. I didn’t know what the story would turn into once I began it, but I now know I’m writing the story I wanted this to become. If you’ve been here since the jump—hi, you're the real MVP, and thank you for sticking through these rough waters). But, seeing as how I’m currently losing my mind over just this sneak peek and how ecstatic I feel from finally releasing Benny into the world, I can’t promise this won’t be a write-as-you-go cluster fuck (although I really hope it won't be as chaotic as Part 1 since I’ve gotten some kinks worked out and have had months to think about things).

Part 2 extras: I have already made Picrews of some of the main cast that are locked and loaded to share in a separate “extras” post once I introduce everybody in text (yeah, we aren’t doing a weird two-character situation again like what happened with The Aid & Wyatt). Additionally, I will probably share some other relevant things like a picture of the type of fishing boat Benny has, what the family bait & tackle shop looks like, and what a bayou looks like—as I believe these are region-specific to Louisiana and people may be unfamiliar, etc.

I know that was a lot! Please feel free to leave me any comments/asks with questions or words of advice or encouragement! Anything and everything is greatly appreciated!

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resident evil fans when chris redfield and leon s kennedy

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Why did you make this AU?

Short answer: I love unethical men.

[cydanite]

Oh no is Jimmy going to take another depression nap

Maybe... but not yet.

As a past depression-napper, a big part of waking up from a depression nap is fighting the instinct to go right back to depression napping.

[chipjrwibignaturals]

I love taking little vacations in fandoms. like it’s not a fandom you have the intent of really dedicating yourself to, but you take a few days and really tour what they’ve got going on. read some fics and webcomics and au tags, etc. get a ‘best of’ glance and the pure Enthusiasm they’ve got going on w like a. ‘this isn’t for me I think, but i like watching you have a good time w it’ mindset. 10/10 highly recommend, great enrichment