#meanwhile Danny is just eating this shit up

[alexandthensome]

I feel like Danny has a really specific relationship with everyone in the BatFam that culminates in very different ways

Like Danny and Tim would have a lot in common based on the fact that 1.) their parents are kinda weird and 2.) they don’t tell anyone about anything until it comes up out of nowhere

Like one day while Danny was watching TV with Dick, Jason, and Tim, Tim mentions something about The Joker being hospitalized before getting sent back to Arkham Asylum.

Danny without missing a beat goes

“Oh please he’ll be fine, I almost got killed fighting my future self once and look at me, I’m great now.”

Everyone except Tim stops what they’re doing because they’re trying to comprehend the sentence they just heard

Dick replies, “Im sorry, you did what?”

And Tim who has also been traumatized enough times that he needs a punch card replies

“Oh, that’s nothing. This one time I had injuries that were so bad I had to get my spleen removed.”

Dick, fully losing his composure screams at Tim “I’m sorry, YOU DID WHAT!!!”

Danny replies “Dude, that’s so metal.”

Jason is busy doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how none of them figured this out yet and he just goes

“When did you have the time to lose your spleen??”

Which prompts Tim (who is still unfazed at this point) to recant the entire situation that led to this and then he finishes his story like

“And now I have no spleen and no immune system. 🙂”

And poor Jason and Dick who are genuinely never on the same wavelength both yell

“YOU DONT HAVE AN IMMUNE SYSTEM?!?!?”

Meanwhile Danny is just sitting here watching this whole thing go down and just goes

“God I love this family, they’re just as crazy as mine.”

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Danny is just a kid ya know? Like he is just a little guy. A baby really. 14? Tiny child! Look at him, he needs to be protected. Someone has to help this poor little dude. I mean he forgets to use his own powers to avoid attacks all the time.

Anyway cut to Batfam not knowing all of Dannys power set cause the lil dingus keeps forgetting he can do that stuff in the heat of battle.

Danny uses his invisibility all the time… to avoid being followed. But in a fight? Oopsies hes too busy thinking of funny one liners to realise he could do that.

Intangibility? Give the guy a break. I mean who calls themselves condiment king. Even he was stunned.

He so rarely actually uses his biggest advantage powers that the League doubt he actually has them. He, like any naive child, trusts them and reported fully on his power set. Instead of just asking him to demonstrate his powers they instead start watching him and try to find evidence of his powers.

At least they know duplication was true since they watched him make a copy of himself to go to the bathroom and not miss any of his fav tv show.

[infinizero]

Ok so

There is this trope about ghosts not reaching maturity until they've been ghosts for several centuries

There is ALSO the trope that ghosts fight as a sort of way to communicate

With the power of these two tropes combined-- I give you this strange headcanon:

Ghosts become mature adult ghosts after 500 years.

Danny and his usual troublemakers are all in the same "daycare".

He's just the youngest + most unique ghost so they like playing around with him the most. In other words, it's the ghost version of older siblings ordering their younger siblings around

As far as ghosts go,

There are blobs, ghost animals, shades (those are ghosts as we know it) and ghosts (aka Infinite Realms Beings) etc etc

The blobs and etc are, well, blobs and etc

But ghosts need a while to fully grow up and be considered adult

And so, if these ghosts are children, they need guardians or caretakers at the daycare right?

Correct

Baby ghosts are under the care of the nearest authority (Ancient or Leader or etc etc)

Except baby ghosts usually stay near where they were born and Danny and Co just so happen to be near Pariah Dark

Pariah Dark is asleep

But Fright Knight is there!

Except Fright Knight is also sealed

And it's one thing to wake up the ultra powerful megalomaniac tyrant kinda parent figure but not really you're supposed to have and another to drag your oldest adult sibling out of their room to touch grass

In other words, the surrounding authorities just went eh the babies can contact fright Knight if anything happens

But then Danny defeats Pariah and inherits his authority

So he technically becomes the caretaker of baby ghosts in the area while being the youngest baby ghost himself

Hence the other ancients visiting and *playing* with him to see if it's ok to leave the babies with this other baby

And since they're ghosts who don't have human guidelines or morals, decide that since he's that strong it should be fine to leave it alone

Besides he has Fright Knight! Good 'ol Frighty will definitely help out this new baby kid ghost with doing everything!

Meanwhile, Fright Knight waiting for Danny to come claim the crown and ring: ...

Cue Danny's rogues coming up to him to show him shit they accomplished

Youngblood : Phantom look at this cool baking soda volcano that spews out real lava!!

Danny: It does WHAT

Youngblood: Look!

Danny: NO

Ember: Hey Babybop wanna listen to the new song I wrote? It compels humans to start cults based on my name!

Danny: Ember, no

Ember: I think you mean Ember YES

Skulker: Ghost boy I have skinned an alien and brought you a pelt turned into a coat

Danny: ...you did WHAt

Skulker: It is nearing winter time and one must always be ready for winter time

Danny, having an existential meltdown after seeing his parents and Vlad get it on together: Desiree what the actual fuck??? Did you do????

Desiree: I merely fulfilled a wish

Johnny: Hey Phantom look we got matching tattoos to celebrate our anniversary!

Kitty: Wait what did you just say?

Johnny: uh, we got tattoos for our anniversary?

Kitty: ...our anniversary is in TWO MONTHS. THAT was for my DEATHDAY.

Johnny: ...oh shit

Danny, about to soup them both: Man, get good

Lunch Lady: Phantom have you eaten your proteins today?!

Danny: uh... Yeah?

Lunch Lady, already throwing meat at him: EAT MORE

Danny:

Box ghost: WITNESS! THE GREAT BOX MECHA!

Danny: oh come on seriously

And on the other hand,

Walker, dumping ten piles of paper in Danny's room: Phantom, here are the latest forms that need revisions

Spectra: What do you MEAN you're not allowing me to open a beauty salon in order to dig into other girls' insecurities and maintain my own beauty?! That's why it's called a beauty salon!!

Cujo and Wulf who are both the best boys and favorites, with smug faces:

Fright Knight still waiting for Danny to accept the ring and crown:

Plasmius: What the heck is this weird feeling my ghost side keeps making me feel??

Plasmius: is it... Is there perhaps a ghostly way I can adopt the little badger??

[faeriekit]

I've been thinking about Bad Parents Jack and Maddie, and how they aren't great even in canon. So like, Vlad actually interacting with them more, as his obsession switches Danny, and just...eyes opening nd falling out of love with Maddie. So he realizes he needs therapy, but as he is what he is and what he has done, well, that makes things difficult. So, Harley Quinn?

I basically almost answered this with a mini rehash of "the Fenton family safety situation is often misrepresented by newer fans who haven't seen a lot of the show" but I mostly realized that wasn't the point, so let me get my act together.

You have activated my trap card, which is "I used to do psych stuff as my main field before I did library stuff", and I can't believe that Harleen Quinzel, known criminal and incredibly visible villain, would still have her license. Like. Even excepting the crime stuff, having her license revoked due to breaking the Hippocratic oath, or straight up having an ethics board boot her personally, I don't think Harley Quinn would have prioritized the NJ medical license renewal. That has to be attended to once every two years. Failure to keep up to date means no practicing in the state of NJ, baby.

If this is happening, Harley is offering services Under The Radar.

Like...probably this is through a service like Betterhelp. Almost no one tracks the actual paperwork for the advisors on Betterhelp. I can see Harley signing on in her pajamas eating ice cream as she gets nostalgic for the life she led when she had stuff going for her career-wise. Vlad, meanwhile, saw a youtube ad and is flinging spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.

Anyway, Vlad and Harley sharing illegal psych sessions over Betterhelp while eating ice cream and talking shit is such a visual. I wish them all the best.

[rboooks]

In The Royal Consort:

I just imagined a scene where Danny accidentally cried or bleed and that makes the favorite assigned bodyguard appear all spooky and knightly

Fright Knight

The second one drop of blood or tear hits the floor the sun suddenly is covered by clouds and this chilling sensation travels to everyone's spine (Clockwork laughs)

Danny hides his face between his hands cause: omg this is so humiliating, why does the knight have to be so protective!? He isn't a kid! In fact, Danny is stronger than him!

But everyone around just assumes they started a war by hurting the very loved spouse of a very powerful king

Fright Knight walks through a portal and points his sword to the persons that hurt his Lord and spoke all scary and well, frightening

Meanwhile we have a combination of Danny and Batboys trying to calm down the situation (Danny casually hits the ghost all: dude! Relax! Everyone has a mini heart attack)

John Constantine is having a panic attack when he sees the news (you just know someone was making an live all the time) cause this powerful entity surely has to be the assigned protector of Prince Danny and if he appears it was to avoid that the king himself drains his husband when he's already hurt but that only means he was probably furious waiting for an explanation!!!

Danny just wanted a coffee that Tim told him (he just wanted like, enough caffeine that would kill him)

---------

On the other hand, you just know Twitter is going crazy

People are having passionate debates about the situation, maybe for Danny's age, Is necrophilia?, Fanfiction and fanart, Ghosts aren't real and everything is just a government plan, who's Danny and why he was selected and a Buzzfeed Unsolved/The Watchers video (Ryan spends half the video laughing cause he was right! Shane is 😐🙂 well I didn't expect that but at the same those places they went weren't haunted)

Director movies are watching the news, wondering if they can make a movie about them (normally they'd said that they have to wait to them be dead, that is the norm with royals but like... Dead or not is the same here, isn't it? Can they or not make movies and series about them?

Danny is suddenly the subject of everyone's curiosity. His life, photos, his friends and classmates are on the news and internet all the time

People are just asking why him? What makes Danny Fenton, a normal teenager, so special to have one of the more powerful and mighty entities in the universe so found on him? So in love?

Government/criminal societies/companies are making plans of seduction the king and becoming his consort too maybe stealing Danny's place so they can have access to Phantom wealth and power

This situation is just to say: a ghost appears to attack him while he's in public with a lot of attention from paparazzi and passengers (a friendly attack causes he's far away from his lair and they're checking? A rebel trying to take the throne?) One of the Batfamily tried to stop him but didn't have the weapons to stop them

Danny has to defeat him in his human.

But Danny doesn't even look scared, he just attacks him like a professional, like if defeating this powerful entity was nothing to him and after a few minutes he has the ghost in the thermo and Danny looking normal

I, for one, I'm sure that people would find that very hot of him and the internet reaction would be like: for that reason 😯

Danny went from being an invisible loser to "Oh shit, he's kind of hot" overnight due to the internet hyping him up. There are thirst edits all over the internet and people are eating it up, especially when Wes' blog leaks out footage videos of him doing crazy flips and ghost fighting as a human.

Meanwhile, Fright Knight is screaming, "I will protect my liege's chastity!" which is really not helping Danny.

[obsidiancreates]

Would a Body Swap Rise/2012 crossover be better with only The Boys being body swapped across dimensions, or would it be better if all characters were? Or just The Boys and Splinters?

Because on one hand, if it's just The Boys then I think 2012 Splinter would notice These Aren't My Sons' Souls right away and get things jumpstarted

On the other hand... it'd be really funny for 2012 Splinter to wake up short and round and Danny Devito Shaped while Rise Splints wakes up tall as shit

"HA-HA! I AM FINALLY TALLER THAN MY SONS AGAIN! LOOK AT ME, WOW RED YOU EXPERIENCE THIS ALWAYS?! HA-HA, YOU ARE SO TINY NOW!"

"My sons... please help me to reach the countertop. I have tried climbing onto a chair, yes. I could not make it up."

Anyway, 2012 Raph suddenly being the tallest would make him insufferable, and when he discovers this body has Mystic Powers to become even BIGGER he's just a menace. He does however keep hitting his head on everything and knocking stuff over because he's not used to such Width. Muscle memory shocks him when the body instinctually reacts with Hugs to his brothers having a bad time, and how it's clearly common because the body holds at just the right angle to none of the spikes or sharp edges of his shell jab his brother. It's kinda nice.

Meanwhile Rise Raph is trying to adjust to being a whole foot shorter and way less wide. He keeps reaching for things he should be able to grab easily and realizing he needs to lean way over to grab it. Leo keeps patting him on the head like he's a dog. he doesn't dislike it except for the smugness Leo does it with. Muscle Memory keeps affecting all of them and they first learn this when Raph by The Body's Instinct slaps one of them on the back of the head. He promptly bursts into tears about it.

Rise Donnie revels in being the tallest now and Is A Problem about it, but the tooth gap irritates him to no end, he can't stop running his tongue over it. He discovers tech is WAY harder to get in this universe as well and is horrified by how he must work with things like Manhole Covers and scraps, and even more horrified to find out how much Muscle Memory this body has in regards to navigating the military junkyard (not because he fees bad for 2012 but because this scrapyard isn't even that good but the muscle memory implies this is the best place to get tech here and it's all he has to work with and he hates it).

2012 Donnie is in candyland and fucking loves this giant lab with tech that The Kraang could only wish they had a d when he discovers the mystic tech powers? He passes out. He's probably having the best time of everyone (when they're not pressuring him to work faster on getting them back to their own bodies). He knows that since Memories have a physical makeup in brains they should technically be able to remember things these bodies have done and thought, but there's a spiritual block so they can't access any actual memories. He finds he stims a lot more in this body and actually rather enjoys it.

Rise Mikey is delighted by the muscle memory breakdancing he can get up to in the 2012 universe, yet horrified by the things this body seems to be used to eating. He almost eats a Trash Pizza Slice with ants on it, pauses, realizes, and throws up. He decides the best thing he can do for this Other Mikey is train the body how to cook well. Ice Cream Kitty knows it's not her Mikey so she's sad but she doesn't dislike Rise, she just misses her bestie. Rise is so relieved by the never-ending chains on the nunchucks, though definitely confused how they never end since this universe doesn't seem to have Mystic Powers.

2012 Mikey thinks the art on his shell is awesome and loves that he finds a closet with turtlenecks and art stuff. He steps into the kitchen one day and by sheer muscle memory cooks an artisanal meal and everyone is blown away. He thinks he got the best body out of everyone and he has fire powers now! Which is concerning to everyone and he does set things on fire regularly. Good thing the Donnie Body here seems to be prepped for that because the first time it happens The Battle Shell opens up and puts out the fire, which causes a new panic because DONNIE YOUR SHELL WHAT HAPPENED WHY IS IT METAL- oh good it's a covering AHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY'S YOUR SHELL SOFT AHHHHHHHHHHH

Rise Leo doesn't like 2012's body one bit, especially the larger feet. He also hates not being able to teleport. And his muscle memory has him Naruto Running across buildings. He's having a bad time, he hates this. Space Heroes is cool though he likes Space Heroes. He's trying to get Donnie to figure out how to bring the show back to their dimension. He's also so surprised by how Meditation is one of the body's first instincts when in the dojo, and by how many super formal moves it knows. He does enjoy getting to brag about it and pretending to be Old and Wise to his brothers while running through the motions of these katas he doesn't even know the names of.

2012 Leo is just. So confused. He keeps posing. He keeps lounging. He sleeps in way more. This body walks with a more casual gait. Fascinating. And a little weird and uncomfortable and scary. He's trying to enjoy it but he's not sure how he feel about it. He loves the portals/teleportation, though when he discovers one of the main ways this body uses them is throwing one katana to teleport to it he knows he must keep this fact from Raph as long as possible because Raph has never let him live down the "A ninja never throws their weapon!" thing.

Anyway I don't think I'd swap April, Casey (who'd be swapped with Cassandra and not Casey Jr), or the villains because someone needs to notice The Boys are acting unlike themselves, and if The Splinters are swapped too that doesn't leave a ton of options. If I did, though, we all know 2012 Casey said he kinda enjoyed being a girl, so he'd be pretty happy with his situation, especially since with the muscle memory he's also a ninja now.

[geraldmariaivo]

Not sure if this is a thing already, but…what if Danny gets unofficially adopted by Batman, and he’s ok with that? 

It’d probably be post reveal-gone-wrong or something, but i could also see it just being Jack and Maddie taking the family on trip to Gotham for the summer. Tbh my favorite version of this is within the first full year of him being Phantom, so he’s still getting new powers and stuff every now and then, and hasn’t really gotten all this vigilante stuff down to a science yet. Either way, Danny is trying to stay under the bats’ radar, (and also avoid his friends’ jokes about being adopted by Bruce Wayne becoming reality) but, well..

Danny “what even is my luck” Fenton can’t seem to keep out of the weird shit that happens in Gotham, and doesn’t realize that slipping out of the rogue’s traps isn’t something normal enough to be unnoticed by the bats. Maybe it’s the aftermath of a Scarecrow fight, and Danny stayed intangible for as long as he could, probably occasionally dropping it every now and then because he’s not really thinking, and it takes effort to be intangible like that. Either way, Batman eventually comes upon him while distributing the antivenom or whatever for the fear gas, and comes across this meta child who’s kinda aware, but seems to keep density shifting and makes it impossible to give the cure to, in the way that someone who’s afraid of needles might squirm when they’re getting a shot. 

So he just sort of sits there and holds out his arm, and eventually the kid catches on. He grabs on and grips as hard as he can. Batman, slowly, broadcasting his movements, takes his other hand, and puts it to his own chest. He breathes in, holds, and breathes out. In, hold, out. It only takes the kid a minute or two of the kid copying his breathing to calm down enough to thank him, likely due to a boosted metabolism or some other mechanism for his body to deal with toxins. It took another second for the kid to visibly realize that Batman saw him go intangible, and quickly rush out “please don’t tell anyone Mr. Batman”s and “I know there’s a no-meta rule in Gotham, but I’m not staying here full-time.”

Batman just silently nods.

Much to both of their dismay, this keeps happening.  Poison Ivy attacks? Danny is there, getting people unstuck from vines or sap or whatever she used to trap them because he can’t not help when he’s right there.  Mad Hatter is mind-controlling people? Overshadow him into disabling it, or just fuck with the electronics invisibly.

Riddler is on the attack? Just wiggle in your ropes while his henchmen are setting things up, so as to make it look like you’re really skilled at escaping instead of becoming intangible. Might as well “untie” your fellow hostages, knock out a few henchmen while you’re at it.

These things keep happening, and Danny is actually feeling refreshed. He’s not doing most of the work here, the bats are. He’s just helping out on the side, is all. He’s not waking up at night to fight someone all the time, the bats already have nightshift covered to hell and back. And while constantly coming across Batman isn’t exactly ideal, the man hasn’t tried to drive him out of the city, which is probably as close to a “you can stay” as he’ll ever get, considering that the man hasn’t said so much as a word to him.

Danny’s also pretty sure that the man wouldn’t give him food every time they encounter each other if he wasn’t ok with him. And holy shit, isn’t that something? Edible food that isn’t fudge from an adult with no obligation to him.

Meanwhile, on Bruce’s side, this random meta kid just keeps on showing up at nearly every other rogue attack. Sure it’s been a slow week, but this is ridiculous. He also needs to restock on nutrient bars. They’re don’t taste the best, but between Red Robin forgetting to eat before he hits the rooftops, and the rampant child hunger in many of the poorer areas (he needs to look into his funds for school breakfast and lunch programs again, see if there’s some more wiggle room he can work with), he keeps several on him, just in case.

And if the speed the meta kid seemed to process Crane’s fear gas was any indication, he probably wasn’t eating enough for his boosted metabolism. So he kept a few more on him.

One time, he came in a bit too late, and caught the tail end of the kid bashing Condiment King in the face, -no powers, just a metal folding chair- while griping about how the man had ruined his lunch, and how now he had to eat at home and he was tired and didn’t want to fight his lunch today, because he’s had to do it for the last two days. And then (sloppily) kicking him in the ribs. Of course he had to come in to end the fight, but more than he was concerned about Condiment King, he was worried about the kid. Fighting took energy that the kid was having a hard time replacing as it was, and what’s worse is that the kid’s parents seem to make him hunt his own food. And there aren’t many animals in Gotham other than stray cats, raccoons, and rats. Danny, naturally, is surprised when, instead of being scolded for fighting a rogue on his turf, Batman gives him a handful of those not-granola bars, and two hundred dollars cash. He also wasn’t expecting Batman’s first words to him to be “Go to the corner of Pacific Circle and Evergreen boulevard, they have more nutrient bars for metas there,” but he’ll take what he can get.

And the pat on the head was nice. It was soft, and he saw it coming, and it didn’t knock the wind out of his lungs like his dad’s hugs and back-slaps did. It was nice, and no, Jazz, he was not forming a parasocial relationship with Batman of all people. He was just someone who gave him food and cash, that’s it. It still felt really nice for someone to care about what he needed to eat, though.

He does go to the specified store and get a bunch of different nutrient bars, and makes sure to store them where they won’t come to life. It helps more than he thought it would.

As is her duty, Babs teases the hell out of Bruce for being soft on this one random black-haired, blue-eyed meta kid. You gave him a head pat. A head pat, Bruce. Try not to break out the bat-adoption papers. 

[radiance1]

ANOTHER FUCKING GAME AU BITCHES!!!!!

Or maybe not game but you get the idea, or don't. That works too.

Anyways.

Inspired by: These songs

Now stay with me, is this well thought out? NO!

But come along for the ride anyway!

Anyways.

So, Danny is mad bored and because he's mad bored it inevitably ends up both Sam and Tucker's problem. Not even DOOM can cure Danny's boredom surprisngly.

Meanwhile in the ghost zone:

Pariah Dark, taking out a tray of ecto-cookies in a kiss the cook apron with a tone of skulls on the design: My father senses are tickling.

Which leads to him just showing up out of bloody nowhere and dragging Danny + his friends off into the zone when he finds out Danny's bored as shit.

Pariah Dark: Wait for the cookies to cool, just got out the oven.

He says before going around to rummage in his treasury because he's sure he has at least something in there to stave off his adopted son's bordom.

If his countless priceless artifacts can't even do this, what's the use of keeping them?

A few minutes later as Danny is eating the surprisingly hella good cookies (Which is weird considered that his adopted dad was like, asleep for eons or whatever). Pariah walks back out with a very big, like big enough to touch the floor on him, cape.

He's happy to see Danny enjoying his cooking (Yes, he can cook Pandora nobody is going to almost die for a second time this time he got better and that was literally eons ago stop bringing that up-), but then gets on to what this cape is all about.

He got it about, a century after his coronation by an unnamed ghost, it quite literally just showed up in his castle one day with little to no explanation and he just went with it. Although he didn't use it much, he knows it has some amount of cosmic power in it, doesn't know what it does but its there.

He does know that its 100% safe though.

At least to beings of their level of power.

Though it might have some kind of effects on the regular living if exposed to for a long period of time. Probably, maybe.

He doesn't know, doesn't care.

So, he just drops it on Danny and takes a moment to see how he's just engulfed by the thing, before giving a hum in consideration and snapping his fingers, the thing shrinks but enough for Danny to actually be able to put it on, but still dragging a good distance of the floor behind him.

The cloak's outer appearance is a brilliant glowing white, while the inside looks as if space itself was woven within it.

When Danny put it on, it just felt, right. He couldn't explain it, but it just felt like it was always meant to end up in his hands. No matter if it looked like a toddler wearing his dad's clothes, he's willing to look past that.

Then he just, takes Danny to a very dead vat of space and tells him to have fun (Nothing there should be capable of harming Danny since he made sure of that even before having a child). Like, there's quite literally nothing there and Danny doesn't know what to do.

So, he just fucks around and finds out.

At least the cloak floats behind him as he flies around and looks really cool in space.

Meanwhile Sam and Tucker are just there, left behind, standing around with Pariah Dark. Waiting for Danny to come back.

....

......

Sam: Hey what if you-

Pariah: No.

Sam: I know magic...?

Pariah: Considering hum

Tucker: I have a scepter that can warp reality that was owned by my probably great ancestor.

Pariah: Considering hum increases in intensity

He ends up throwing them in there to, well, after Tucker got the scepter, reality manipulation to allow them to breath in space as a treat (And also for a semi-logic way for them to not die in space).

Danny fucked around and found out he can apparently make stars now.

The three then work together to create an entire solar system.

Danny, making the stars and then the motherfucking sun (with help from Pariah Dark).

Tucker, using his powers to make what is basically the rough drafts of various planets. I.e. just giant rocks. Then carefully using his powers tweak at their designs and make them actually bloody planets.

Sam? Sam just takes a look at one planet and goes: Yea, this would make a great earth.

And proceeded to make earth.

Like no shit, she just filled that shit with her magic and carefully created a working ecosystem and then the planet just, lived.

Is Sam's new world populated? Hahaha, no. Well technically it is, but really only by her and the other two on occasion.

Basically just one gigantic oversized garden.

Tucker set up a base on one of the moons (the one near Sam's planet) and somehow managed to get himself some wifi???? No one knows how he did it, and they aren't going to sit through his explanation.

Danny? Danny's just chilling bro. Most of the time he just kicks back and relaxes in the void of space, occasionally drifting past worlds and stars and sometimes sleeping too.

Basically, just one very big playground for the trio. Sam taking care of her planet garden, Tucker making the entire moon into his personal tech base, and Danny just drifting around in space doing spacing (hehe) out or sleeping.

Me: Oh? What is this? Is that a Dc content over there?

Dc content: rolls

Me: No Dc content! Don't roll into my Dp ideaaaa!!

Dc Content: Rolls into Dp idea

Me: Noooooooo.

Cut forward awhile in time and then a supervillain accidently pulls up into the trio's playground while running from the Justice League, accidently knocks into this random glowing thing in space and then escaped, Danny meanwhile gets rudely awakened and is so surprised the area around him gets enveloped with ice that the Justice League just has to, kinda, move above, below or around.

Which gave the villain good enough time to run.

Then that villain wandered too close to Tucker's moon base and almost got shot to death (Tucker why the fuck do you have space weaponry!?!??!) and then had to make a hasty landing on the nearby planet.

Which is what he wanted so like yea ok.

Same thing happened to the Justice League.

So now both the Supervillain and the Justice League have to navigate Sam's planet. Not knowing that they rudely (in the supervillains case) woke up the prince of the dead and alerted Tucker's moon base.

[jordie-gvf]

RUM RAISIN PT TWO, DANNY WAGNER

word count : 2.8k +

warnings : fangirling, fluff, making out, physical fight, catcalling, inappropriate groping, language

rum raisin part one

seven pages later, late nights, and a shit ton of writers block, i present to you, rum raisin part two!

After you sat on the floor for an hour texting your friends, you had gone to bed to be at work for 9 AM. You were tossing and turning all night, unable to get the rockstars smile out of your head. 

For days after you met him, whenever you woke up, you thought about him. You got ready for work and thought about him. Today was no different. You woke up and thought about him, you were getting ready for work and thought about him.

You had gotten to work on time and started all your opening tasks. When the restaurant officially opened, you were swamped. When the night approached, you had gone through two guest check pads and you were now in on your third. Thankfully, it had died down and you finally had a break to yourself. 

You ordered some fried pickles and a sweet tea for your break. When you sat down at your booth, you heard your name being called. You looked up from your fried pickles and saw Danny, with Sam and Chris. 

Danny turned to them and said, “This is the girl I was telling you about, Y/N.”

He talked about you to his best friends. He talked about you to his best friends. The three of them walked over to you and you scooted over and motioned for them to sit with you. Chris snuck past Danny and sat next to you, while Danny and Sam sat across from the both of you. You shook Chris' hand and introduced yourself. “So, you’re Y/N?” he asked you, cocking a brow. 

You nodded and smiled at Danny, who was staring daggers at Chris. You greeted Sam, who was nothing but joyful to meet you. He shook your hand and then you reached your fist out to Danny to give him a fist bump. He grabbed your hand and held it, asserting dominance. You called your coworker, Valerie, over to your table. 

“Hey Val! Can you get me another sweet tea? Do you guys want anything? It's on me,” you asked the table. Danny shook his head and grabbed his wallet. “You don't need to pay for us. You paid for my ice cream, I'm paying for your pickles and your tea.” You smiled at his kind gesture and thanked him.

Chris turned to you and said, “Y/N, how long have you worked here? I’ve never seen you and I come here a lot.” 

You took a sip from your tea and answered, “I’ve been here for a few months now, but I usually work from two until closing.” 

“Huh, I'll remember to keep an eye out,” he said and smiled at you, then turned around and sipped his drink. Food came out and you thanked Valerie, finishing your pickles and your tea. 

You sighed and said, “Sadly, I have to get back to work, but I'll see you guys later.” Chris moved to let you get out. “You bet your sweet ass I will,” Chris said, under his breath while you walked away.

THIRD PERSON POV :

Danny reached across the table and hit Chris on the shoulder. Chris whipped his head around and said, “Chill out, man! I’m just messing with her,” and laughed. 

Danny clenched his jaw as Sam put his hand on Danny’s shoulder to try and calm him down.

Meanwhile, Y/N had kept working until 1:00 AM. She grabbed a buffalo chicken wrap with some french fries with yet another sweet tea. She sat down at the bar and ate her food. 

Suddenly, while she was eating, a warm mass sat down next to her. She looked over and saw Chris, smiling at her with all his teeth. 

“Hey little lady, wanna dance,” he asked her, extending his hand towards Y/N. She wiped her mouth and nodded, taking his hand and sliding off the barstool.

Y/N’S POV :

You grabbed Chris’ hand and slid off the barstool, walking over to the dance floor. Pitbull came on and Chris wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back to his chest. He moved his head down to your ear as you snaked your hand around to the back of his neck. 

He sang along to the music in your ear, repeating the lyrics to you. You both started singing to the music, Chris turning you around to face him. He gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him. 

THIRD PERSON POV :

Far away from Chris and Y/N, sat Danny. Staring down the both of them as they danced together. Danny felt jealousy coursing through his veins. He watched Chris put his grimy hands on his girl. 

Danny downed his IPA and stood up, walking over to the pair of dancers. Danny stopped in his tracks when he saw Chris move his hands down the Y/N’s backside, and all he saw was red.

Y/N’S POV :

You and Chris were having fun, until he decided to move his hands from your waist to your backside. You laughed and told him, “You better put your hands back where they were before you get in trouble.”

He laughed and said, “Oh yeah? How am I gonna get in trouble? You gonna call over the bouncer? I could take his ass!” 

You scoffed and said in a stern voice, “I’m serious, Chris. Get your slimeball hands off me, now.”

He grabbed you tighter and forced you close to him. “You don't want me, baby?” he whispered in your ear. You cringed at his words and all of a sudden, you were pulled away from Chris. You heard a bunch of commotion behind you. You looked up to identify your rescuer and saw Sam. 

You turned your head at the loud screams and noises behind you. All you could see was curly haired mass’ fists flying to Chris’ face. You pulled away from Sam and ran back to Danny, trying to pull him off of Chris. 

You tried to get Danny off of him, yelling at him to stop. Sam came back up behind you and grabbed you, pulling you out of the crossfire. He picked you up off your feet and carried you outside. You kicked your legs and tried to get out of his hold. 

“Y/N! It's me! It's Sam!” He got you to calm down and then put you back on your feet. You had calmed down, and sat on an outdoor bench, Sam kneeling in front of you to talk to you. 

“Daniel is fuming. He is so fucking pissed right now, he asked me to get you out of there. He went crazy looking at you two dancing together,” Sam explained to you. 

You cocked your brow in confusion and said, “Why?! Why would he get into a fight with one of his friends over me!? I was just dancing!”

Sam cupped your cheeks in his hands and said, “Y/N, ever since he met you he never shut up about you. He is seriously head over heels.”

“I met him four days ago, Sam! He can’t be in love with me, I’m just a girl from Nevada who works at a bar, I am nothing.”

“Not to me,” you heard a voice from behind you. You turned to see Danny standing outside the bar door, face completely unharmed, fists bloody and raw. 

You stood up and ran over to him, hugging him. He wrapped his arms around you as best he could without hurting himself. Sam got up and said bye to the both of you, walking away and leaving you two alone. 

You pulled away from him and said, “I have a first aid kit at my house, let me fix you up.”

He chuckled at your kindness and said, “You drive, I’m drunk as fuck.” He pulled his keys out and handed them to you. “Hold on macho man, I have to get my purse.”

He sat down on the bench as you walked in to see the bouncer, Jim, holding your purse and coat out for you. “Here, beautiful. Have a good night, Y/N.” You smiled at him and thanked him, telling him you'd see him later.

You walked back outside to see Danny with his head against the wall, clutching his fist. “Come on, Nacho Libre,” you said to him, helping him stand up and wrapping your arms around his waist and walked over to his car. 

You helped him into the car, buckled him in and closed the door. You walked over to the driver's side and got in. You left the bar and went back to your apartment complex. 

You pulled into the parking garage and parked his car right next to yours. You got out from the driver's side and walked over to the passenger seat. He grabbed your purse and coat for you and held them for you while you walked into the complex together. You grabbed your keys and opened your apartment door, the dog greeting you. 

“I have to take her out, but I need to get changed first. I'll be right back,” you told Danny, hanging up your purse, taking off your shoes, and putting your coat in the closet. You could see Danny’s head wandering around your apartment. 

“Your place is better than mine, I wouldn’t mind sleeping here.” You chuckled at his words and brushed it off. You walked into your bedroom and shut the door. You made your way into your closet which was attached to the bathroom. 

You stripped your work clothes and grabbed a black shirt with your favorite pajama pants. You grabbed a pair of socks and put your Vans on. You opened your bedroom door to see Danny laying on your couch, asleep. You covered him with a blanket and grabbed your leash. 

You brought Nala outside and walked around the grassy area outside. You went back up when she was done and opened the door and saw Danny, leaning on the kitchen island with a mug in his hand. 

“Hey, I made a pot of coffee and used some of your creamer. I'll give you a twenty to pay for it. Thanks for covering me”

“Daniel, you do not need to pay for it, it's all right.”

You inspected his hand and said, “I’ll go get the first aid kit. Stay here.”

“Aye aye, Captain. I’ll stay seated.” 

You walked into your bathroom and reached for the cabinet under the sink and grabbed your first aid kit. You walked back out and told him to sit down in one of your kitchen chairs. You pulled a chair out to sit in front of him and opened your kit.

You grabbed everything you needed and tended to his bruised hand. Once he was good and new, he said, “Thank you. Seriously, I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

You smiled at him as you closed your kit and sat up to put it back under the cabinet. You started walking away when he called your name. 

“Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?”

You nodded, giving him the green light to continue speaking. 

“Why does it feel like we’ve known each other for years, when it's only been four days?”

“I’m not sure, hopefully one day we’ll have the answer for that.”

You turned back around and headed to your room. You heard the pitter patter of rain on your bedroom window. You grabbed your blanket off your bed and went back into the living room. You opened the balcony door and sat outside on your bed swing. 

You sat alone and watched the rain as Danny finished his coffee. You were outside for a good twenty minutes until you started to worry. Had he left? Was he sober enough to drive home? You got up and walked inside, no Danny. You couldn’t find Nala either, so you walked into your room where her bed is and saw Danny asleep on the floor of your room. 

You shook him awake and told him to take the bed. 

“Danny, wake up. Take the bed, I’ll go on the couch.”

“I can’t take your bed from you, I’ll take the couch.”

“Absolutely not, you on the bed.”

“If we can’t agree, we're just gonna have to sleep in the bed together because there is no way I will let you sleep on the couch.”

“Well, I’m not tired yet, so I will be on the couch watching Dateline, you sleep.”

You walked over to the side of the bed and undid the covers and fluffed up the other pillow you had and motioned him to lay down. He laid down and you covered him with your comforter. You left the room and closed the door behind you, not wanting to disturb him.

You laid on the couch and watched a few episodes of Dateline, but the last thing you remember is the raindrops landing on the window. 

You woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked, but somehow you were in your bed. You had no idea how you got there, why you were there, or when you got there. You removed the warm comforter from your body and slid out of bed. You put your slippers on and went into your bathroom to shower.

Once you were done in the shower, you got dressed and brushed your teeth, not putting on any makeup as you had the day off. You walked out of your bathroom and then into the kitchen, seeing Danny standing at the stove, shirtless. He turned around at the sound of your door and apologized for his bareness. 

He hurried over to the couch and grabbed a blanket to cover himself. He returned to the stove and said, “Chris has been texting me non-stop. Telling me that I knew he liked you, but I was a terrible friend for wanting to keep you all to myself. Am I a terrible friend, Y/N?”

You shook your head no and sped walked over to him. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Shut up,” you said to him, grabbed the side of his neck and passionately kissed him. He let go of the blanket and put his hands on the sides of your face and kissed you back, equally as passionate. He pulled away and said, “What was that for? You love me or something?”

You laughed and said, “Maybe a little,” you smiled and kept your hands around his neck. He laughed and moved his hands to your waist, where they fit perfectly on your hips. He moved his head down to rest on your shoulder, as you two sat there in each other's arms.

You heard Nala’s paws tapping on the wood flooring of your home behind you. You felt a cold nose on your thigh when you pulled away from Danny. He took one hand off your hip and grabbed your face, turning your head back to look at him. 

“Hold on, Nala. I’m kissing your mom,” he said before kissing you with a smile. 

“I should probably take her out, she ate last night before bed,” you told him, before his phone started ringing. 

“Go ahead, I'll be waiting for you.”

You leashed her and put your shoes on to go outside. You left the door slightly open so you could still get in without your key. Once she was finished, you walked back inside your apartment to see Danny still on the phone, on the balcony. You took your shoes off and let her off leash to roam free. You grabbed a mug and poured yourself a cup of coffee before sitting on the couch and turning the TV on. 

You switched to Netflix and put on Grey’s Anatomy to pass the time. You turned it down to a low volume so you wouldn't interrupt Danny.

He left the sliding door slightly ajar, so you could hear his conversation. You chose not to listen to his personal conversation until you heard your name.

“Yeah, Mom. Her name is Y/N and I think she's the one for me. I know she's a fan but it's so much more than that. She helped me last night, Mom. She slept on the couch last night so I could sleep in her bed, that was until I woke up this morning and carried her into her bed. She let me into her home and didn’t take advantage of the fact that I’m in her favorite band. She hasn’t mentioned them once. She’s it, Mom.” 

He said his goodbye to his mom and came back into the living room. “Hey, sorry. That was my mom.”

“You don’t need to apologize, I call my mom everyday.” 

He smiled at you and asked, “You hungry? I’ll make you something, anything you want.” 

You shook your head and responded, “When I was outside I ordered us IHOP. Should be here any minute now.” 

He came over and sat next to you. He leaned in and lovingly kissed the side of your head. He leaned into you and laid on your chest, wrapping his hands around your waist. You sunk your hands into his hair and scratched his head. 

He pulled his head away from your chest and looked at you with his brown eyes.

“Be my girlfriend? Please, I already told my mom about us.”

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, you didn’t even have to ask. Lay back down,” you said, moving his head back to your chest. 

He picked his head back up and peppered light kisses onto your chest. He put his head on you and closed his eyes listening to yet another, relationship problem of Meredith Grey. 

You kissed his forehead and continued to rub his head, slowly lulling him to sleep.

“I’m glad I listened to your suggestion of rum raisin.”

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[gilbirda]

I JUST HAD AN AMAZING IDEA! In an attempt to have Daniel all to himself, Vlad sees an opportunity in the form of Jason Todd, who was casually conversing with Jasmine at the balcony during the Wayne Gala Vlad invited Daniel and Jasmine to.

And so, Vlad goes up to Bruce, grins good-naturedly, and jokes, "I might have to prepare myself if your son and my goddaughter gets any closer!"

Bruce looks towards where Vlad is pointing, which is also the time Jason starts laughing a full belly laugh with the most relaxed smile he's seen on his boy's face in years. The girl, Jasmine Fenton, is good for him. Very good.

A tear runs down Bruce's face. "She's wonderful," he says in an almost whisper.

Vlad grins (evilly) to himself. Perfect. The idiot Brucie is on board with him.

Meanwhile, Danny is looking at Jazz and sees her the most relaxed he's ever seen her be. She deserves to be relaxed, after all the ghostly bullshit they've been going through.

The man beside him (his name is Dick, isn't that wonderful?) agrees with him that they do look great together.

Danny and Dick decide to team up to get Jazz and Jason together.

It's just that Vlad and Bruce's plans to get Jasmine and Jason togethrr clashes with Dick and Danny. BOTH SIDES THINKS THAT THE OTHER GROUP IS TRYING TO SABOTAGE THEM BECAUSE THEY THINK THE OTHER GROUP IS BEING OVER-PROTECTIVE. Soon, both groups forget the main goal and starts purposefully sabotaging each other: old dads vs the brothers.

The Batfamily has bets on who's going to win. Team Phantom has bets on who's going to lose. Alfred secretly wedded Jason and Jazz in the kitchen.

It's pure chaos until everyone finds out that Jazz and Jason is already living together in an apartment and living their best life. Bruce, Vlad, Dick and Danny are drowning (in shock) in the background, but this ain't about them

The moment you dropped "was casually conversing with Jasmine at the balcony during the Wayne Gala" I was sold, friend.

I love the cracky approach so much!!! Oh, the irony, everyone wants them together but they fail the harder they try!

I bet Jazz and Jason realize pretty soon what's happening and Jazz like "should we... say something???" and Jason like "nah, let them suffer for a bit." Jazz is a bit worried for a second, but when she sees Vlad eat shit and have a tantrum she understands the funny approach.

Alfred is a dear, he also decided to be chaotic. I wouldn't say marry them, but he is in on the joke and acts as if he is not understanding what's going on, but spies for Jason and Jasmine, gladly texting Bruce's conversations and movements.

Just for giggles, I want them to go "Oh? We got married already like, a month ago! In Vegas!" <- not necessarily true, but it would piss everyone off.

Also, Bruce realizing in the middle of the chaos that Vlad's intentions aren't that pure and switching sides so it becomes an all out war against Vlad that has NOTHING to do with setting up the couple and is all about making Vlad suffer.

Hilarious.

[emphasisonthehomo]

idk if you've talked about this before or not, but how would you think it would go down if steve and danny met at an earlier time in their life, maybe early transitioning stages still for danny?

Ooohhh I have not spoken about this, but this is an interesting concept.

An au of an au, I guess. If Rachel never decided to hit him with her car. OR if she did, then one where they never got Serious, and fizzled out after she went to England.

When Danny's like 22 and still Very Cognizant of How To Pass. His voice has started to change, but not that much. He's starting to get body and facial hair, but not quite at the level he will when he's a little older. If he's clean shaven and not careful about how he speaks and behaves, he occasionally gets clocked and it's terrifying.

And then idk spring break? For Convenience's Sake. Let's say spring break at *spins the wheel* MYRTLE BEACH. Because google says that's a popular spot on the east coast. Danny goes w/ a bunch of Queers™ he's buddies with, and like half of them have blue hair and pronouns, it's Tucker Carlson's nightmare.

Who else also happens to be at Myrtle Beach? Why Steven McGarrett and a whole mess of baby sailors. Freddie is going to wear a neon green tank top the entire time and yell HOOYAH at strangers. Catherine's ready to fucking go HOG WILD. Pun intended.

Danny splurged for his own hotel room, because he knows how his friends operate, and he's not interested in navigating any socks on the door situation. He’s here to party and get laid, he’s not gonna deal with a roomie. No fuck you Brayden, get your own room or share with Amethyst. This is gonna be his first spring break post top surgery, so he’s – he’s probably not gonna go topless. He does still hate the beach. But being hot and humid without having to wear a binder? Fuck yes. This is also gonna be his last Spring Break before he graduates and goes to Law School and he has to idk be More Responsible or something.

Steve’s gotten his own hotel room for many similar reasons. He’s seen how Freddie gets about trying to Eat So Much Pussy, and he isn’t interesting in being an unfortunate witness to such escapades. Besides, Steve also has plans to Eat So Much Pussy, and maybe. You know. Maybe suck a dick or something. At least make out with a dude, he thinks. Maybe these gay thoughts can catch him. Maybe he’ll let them.

Anyways, what I’m saying is that Steve and Danny’s rooms JUST SO HAPPEN to be right next to each other. The kind with an adjoining door. And the hotel isn’t the classiest, but it was the nicest they could get that was still close to the bars and reasonably priced. And lo, Danny and his friends and Steve and his friends JUST SO HAPPEN to check in at the same time.

They do that thing where they make eye contact with each other in the elevator. And Danny’s on edge because yeah that guy’s good looking, but he’s also wearing a t shirt that says Annapolis on it in big letters. Steve meanwhile saw Danny come in with a bunch of obviously queer people and is like okay. There’s a hot guy who I think is definitely maybe probably also into dudes.

And they bump into each other again at the bar, and spend almost the entire night dancing around each other. It’s just a bunch of drunk college students interacting. (Brayden is trying very hard to fuck Freddie and Freddie is straight boy oblivious.) You know who’s not being straight boy oblivious? Steve.

Because Steve’s doing his smooth dog schtick, even if he maybe hasn’t gotten that moniker yet. He’s flirty and charming and it’s driving Danny up the fucking wall. Like Steve keeps brushing his hand across the side of Danny’s waist or his lower back under the guise of passing by him to get to the bar. And Danny is like ‘okay if this is gay chicken so be it’ so he starts flirting back kind of aggressively, but instead of getting all deer in headlights about it, Steve looks so genuinely pleased at Danny’s attention.

Danny: “… Shit I’m gonna fuck this sailor, aren’t I?”

Steve: “… Catch me now Gay Thoughts.”

If they didn’t have hotel rooms right next to each other, if Danny didn’t know for a fact that he’s basically neighbors with this guy for the rest of the break, he’d just suck Steve off and deal w/ the sexual frustration of not getting his. Because telling random (presumably closeted jfc, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is still in force) people about the trans thing is UHM terrifying.

But when Steve leans in close and whispers “Let me walk with you back to the hotel,” in Danny’s ear, and he’s so fucking tall and hot and clearly ripped, and he’s got nice hands, Danny’s just drunk enough to be like “…yeah.”

And because of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell they both go to their separate rooms. Steve immediately goes ‘knock knock knock’ on the adjoining door. Danny can’t believe he’s gonna do this, but at least if something goes Wrong he can probably run back to the other room and lock the door real quick.

So, he opens the door, and Steve starts kissing him basically from the get go. Kisses Danny deep and purposeful, and shit, shit Danny didn’t think this through.

“Wait, wait, wait-” Danny stops him while they’re both still standing in the open doorway.  

“Sorry?” Steve’s panicking just a little, because he thought that this is what they were doing, but now Danny’s stopping him and oh no.

And Danny just blurts out “I’m trans?”

Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to be a question. He’s. Very drunk.

“I’m trans,” Danny repeats. There. Gotta say it with conviction.

Steve just kind of blinks at him, because he’s also Very Drunk and uhhhhhh what?

"What?"

“… I don’t have a dick.”

It’s not the best way to explain this, but it’s what Danny’s beer addled brain comes up with, when he’s got a beefy navy cadet all up in his space. Steve doesn’t seem put off by Danny’s explanation, which is good. He just kind of blinks at Danny some more and then says:

“You don’t have a dick.”

“I don’t have a dick.”

Fuck.

This is awkward.

Danny’s made a mistake.

But then Steve just goes “Oh good, I’ve never sucked a dick before, I was worried I’d be bad at it.”

Danny’s about to. He doesn’t know. Tell Steve ‘well of course you’ll be bad at it’ because unless you’re some kind of cock sucking savant, you’re not going to be good at it on the first try. But it gets kind of lost because Steve just kisses him again. And again. And again.

And Steve does, in fact, get to Eat So Much Pussy. Danny practically sucks Steve’s soul out through his dick.

The next morning, they wake up hungover and sore. They go to waffle house. Then they go back to those adjoined hotel rooms, and do it all over again sober.

Instead of spending Spring Break in a drunken stupor, they actually spend it (mostly) sober fucking like rabbits or tangled together in bed and drowsily talking. They go through an improbable number of condoms. Steve’s 21. He’s got the refractory period get wild with it.

And then they just kind of. Stay in touch. After.

Steve goes back to Annapolis, and Danny goes back to Princeton. And they text and call constantly. And it turns into this weird ‘fuck buddies but also best friends but also long distance’ kind of situation. Steve goes on and becomes a SEAL. Danny goes to law school and then doesn’t become a lawyer.

They don’t see each other in person often, but when they do it’s usually like no one ever left.

Steve doesn’t have much of a relationship with his father. He’s not currently on speaking terms with Mary. So, when he’s got leave? He’s in New Jersey. He doesn’t go home to Hawai'i. He goes home to Danny.

Steve has his casual thing with Catherine, and yes he and Danny are also casual, but it’s Different from his relationship with her. And sure Danny also dates, but if Steve calls Danny up and is like “I’ve got 48 hours of leave in Manhattan” Danny will basically drop everything to go meet him there.

(Freddie refers to Danny as Steve’s ““friend”” quotation marks included, even after Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is repealed. Because they’re not dating, not really. But they’re, you know, Close.)

Steve goes off and does classified bullshit that he can’t talk about, and when he’s stateside Danny holds him in the long nights when he can’t sleep.

When Danny's PI cases get too gnarly, when Tilly doesn’t make it home, Steve bullies Danny into a gun range and teaches him the ins and outs of shooting.  

And it turns into this Thing, where they both are Convinced that it is only ever going to be casual between the two of them. And they just circle each other. Because Steve is a moron, but he’s also Danny’s best fucking friend. Because Danny’s a loudmouth, but Steve still isn’t going anywhere else when he’s got leave. And they fuck, and they argue, and they kiss soft and slow, and Danny makes Steve pancakes, and Steve knows Danny’s preferred brand of coffee, but somehow? They never make it to the point of talking about actually defining their relationship.  

It goes like that for years. For over a decade.

And then Hesse.

And then the funeral.

Danny flies out, for it. Steve doesn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that. Danny had never met John, only ever knew Steve’s father second hand from the (very) rare occasions Steve had spoken about him.

They’re both on a time crunch.

Danny’s heading back at the airport, when Governor Jameson drops the offer for a task force in Steve’s lap.

Danny’s making his way through security, when Steve’s breaking into an active crime scene and getting into an argument with Detective Hanamoa.

Danny’s sitting by the gate, when he gets a call from Steve, asking if he can stay in Honolulu a little longer.  

And Danny doesn’t hesitate, when he says “sure thing, babe.”

EDIT: Part II

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Death by Exposure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: At first Danny had been worried sick that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom, but when no one believed him it had sort of become funny. Still, after the anti-ecto act, and the GIW, and his own parents very public very violently vitriolic screeds against ghosts, Danny had to wonder what he'd ever done to Wes that the guy would risk exposing Danny to all that. (from @hpwotters-blog, or at least I think that's you're tumblr.)

Other prompts that will be included in later chapters but aren't in this one:

Wes Weston wakes up to find an injured Phantom on the fire escape. (from @half-deadmagicperson)

With how much time he spends on basketball and his delusional conspiracy theories, no one would ever suspect that Wes Weston has another secret hobby… (from @kadziduo)

And Wes has been spending more and more time around Fenton and Co. lately - hey! he’s only trying to get some much-needed evidence against them, not trying to get all buddy-buddy with them. And anyway, they’re an entirely annoying bunch, so he wholeheartedly blames them for the fact that he’s currently being monologued at by the ghost holding him hostage. (from @a-closet-emo)

Chapter 1: Exposé

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[Warnings for anxiety and dehumanization]

Wes was the first and only person to figure out that Danny was Phantom without seeing him transform between the two with his own eyes. The first time Danny learned this, when Wes had loudly announced his discovery to the entire quad, he'd felt sick to his stomach. He was so utterly terrified in that moment Wes exposed his secret that he genuinely thought he might throw up from worry.

For a brief moment, Danny had been paralyzed with fear, panicking, and then the laughter had started. Basically everyone in the quad who didn't already know Wes was right had started laughing. They hadn't believed him. They had teased and berated him for coming up with such a stupid theory. None of them had believed a single word, and Danny breathed a sigh of relief, his queasiness slowly fading. 

That wasn't the end of it though, because Wes was determined, and confident in his theory, and he kept trying, again and again, to expose Danny's identity to the school and to the world. No one ever believed him. Some jokingly accused Wes himself of being Phantom and making up the theory to cover his tracks, much to the amusement of everyone else, who laughed heartily at Wes' offended gasps.

Slowly, the anxiety stopped rising into Danny's throat whenever Wes started to speak, and it actually became funny. Danny started to laugh and tease alongside the others.

It became all the more fun when Wes finally confirmed with his own eyes that his theory was true. Danny had to transform to fight Skulker, and the only one around was Wes, so he just did. He'd turned to Wes with a shit-eating grin and said, "No one will ever believe you." Then he'd taken off to deal with Skulker while Wes cussed him out from the Nasty Burger parking lot.

After that, Danny began to take great pleasure in antagonizing Wes, and screwing with him as much as possible. He was secure in the knowledge that, no matter how hard Wes tried to convince people, they would never believe his theory. Wes had developed a reputation as being a crackpot conspiracy theorist by that point. He could say something as veritably true as 'the sky is blue and grass is green,' and people would argue with him. Meanwhile, Danny was having the time of his half-life goading reactions out of Wes.

That had lasted a few months.

Then the anti-ecto acts were passed.

The G.I.W. came to Casper High School to give a presentation at a school-wide assembly on exactly what the anti-ecto acts entailed, and what the citizens of Amity Park could do the uphold the law and keep humanity safe from the ghost threat. Danny's heart dropped into his stomach as he listened to their speech.

"Since the passing of the anti-ecto acts," Operative O said in a cold, hard voice, "ecto-entities like ghosts are rightly classified as non-sentient beings. They do not experience emotions like fear, pain, anger, or joy."

With his enhanced hearing, Danny could hear Wes scoff on the other side of the auditorium. "That's ridiculous," he muttered, only to be shushed by the people sitting next to him. The G.I.W. ghost informational assembly had been long-awaited by most of the student body. And not just because they got out of classes for the first half of the day.

"What exactly is an ecto-entity?" Operative K posed the question as a segue. "An ecto-entity is defined as any creature or object that is composed of ectoplasm, produces ectoplasm, or requires ectoplasm to survive or to function. Here are some examples of ecto-entities that you may recognize." He pointed a small remote at the projector screen that had been set up behind the operatives.

"This ecto-entity calls itself the Box Ghost," Operative O said as an image of Boxy flashed up on the screen. "It is a class two ecto-entity, meaning that it looks and acts like a human. However, you must remember that ghosts are not like humans. Don't be fooled by their outward appearance and behaviors. Rather than emotions, desires, or logic, ghosts are driven by obsessions. These obsessions vary from one ecto-entity to another."

"That's only partly true," Wes started to say, only to be shushed again. Danny wrapped his arms around himself and silently wished for the presentation to be over soon.

Operative K clicked the remote again and a grainy image of Vlad's vultures appeared on the screen. "These are class three ecto-entities. They look like animals, but are able to mimic the sapience of humans. Do not be fooled into thinking that they are intelligent. Parrots can speak too, but that doesn't put them on the same intellectual level as human beings."

"If it did, they would have to pay taxes," Operative O added seriously while his partner switched to the next image. "And parrots do not pay taxes." The assembled Caper High student body wisely didn't laugh.

The next image was of an ectopus, cowering in the corner of a transparent ghost catching device. Danny's heart throbbed seeing it so afraid and he bit back a whimper. "This is what is commonly referred to as an ectopus," O continued. "It is a class four ecto entity. Animal in both appearance, and ability to mimic behaviors."

The presentation continued, showing the students each classification of ecto-entities. From class five, intelligent blob ghosts like Skulker; to class six, the more animalistic blob ghosts; to class seven, ectoplasmic technology. Finally, they circled back to class one. Operative K clicked the remote and a picture of Danny Phantom appeared on the screen. Danny could feel his heart stop. He wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but in that auditorium. Fighting Pariah Dark again would have been preferable. Fighting an angry Clockwork would have been preferable.

"You may think class one ecto-entities are indistinguishable from class two, but you would be wrong," Operative O said. "Rather than their appearance and ability to mimic human behavior, class one ecto-entities are characterized by the incredible power they wield. This particular ghost is the G.I.W.'s number one most wanted, but it's not the only class one out there. You may remember this ghost, that abducted your town into the ghost zone not long ago." Operative K switched to a picture of Pariah Dark.

"Or this ghost, that threw the world into a global climate crisis," K said before switching again to a picture of Vortex. They went on to show pictures of Fight Knight, Plasmius, Nocturn, Undergrowth—literal Ancients, ghosts with world-ending power, that they'd classed Danny with, and his stomach churned with dread. He was just a kid. He wasn't a god, or a king, or a force of nature. He was just fourteen.

"They're giving Fenton way too much credit putting him on the same level as those guys," Wes said, and the girl sitting next to him finally snapped at him to shut the hell up.

"Will you give your stupid conspiracy theory a rest for five goddamn minutes," she whisper-yelled at him. "I'm trying to pay attention."

"If you see a class one ghost, do not attempt to fight it," Operative O told the students as K switched to an informational slide with a big red phone number on it. "Run the other way, and call this number to alert the G.I.W. of the threat. Let the professionals handle it."

The presentation didn't end there. 

The G.I.W. operatives went on to explain that ghosts didn't have any vital points, so the only way to take them down was to do mass damage, and not precise damage. They described the functions of ecto-guns and ghost capture devices, many of which had been designed by Fenton Works, which had a weapons contract with the G.I.W. Then they explained what kinds of experiments they performed using the ghosts that were captured.

Even the sanitized-for-high-schoolers version of their ghost experiments made Danny feel sick, and tremble with fear. He wanted to turn intangible and sink right into the floor to escape. Of course, if he did that he would be exposed as an ecto-entity and the G.I.W. would declare open season on him... again. 

For the last part of their presentation, the operatives gave a demonstration of how to use Fenton Wrist Rays, which they then proceeded to hand out to every single student at the end of the assembly. Anti-ghost weapons couldn't hurt humans, after all, so there were no safety concerns with giving them to high schoolers. And Fenton Wrist Rays retracted into an easily transportable and non-obtrusive bracelet which instantly became all the rage at Casper High.

Danny refused the wrist ray Operative O tried to give him, saying he already had one at home. Recognizing him as the Fenton's son, O just nodded and continued to arm Danny's classmates against him. He ditched school the rest of the day and flew out to the observatory to help himself calm down. Once school was over, Sam and Tucker joined him. They knew exactly where he'd be—sitting on the edge of the domed roof on the cliff side of the building, where no one could see him.

"Danny!" Sam called out to him, and he reluctantly flew down to the ground and turned human again. "You know, it's not all that bad, really," she told him, try to reassure him about the days events.

"How is everyone at school being given the means to kill me not that bad?"

"They only have the weapons to kill you," Tucker pointed out. "If you'd stuck around long enough to see everybody try 'em out you'd see that they severely lack the skills."

"Their aim was pretty terrible," Sam agreed. "But more importantly, everyone at school loves Phantom, no matter what the Guys in White say. If anything, they'll use the wrist rays to try and help you fight other ghosts. They won't try to hurt you, or turn you over to the suits."

"Wes might," Danny argued. "He hates me and he's obsessed with exposing me."

"No, he won't," she said. "He doesn't hate you, and he doesn't want you gone. He just wants people to know he's right because he's a selfish dick."

"Sam's right." Tucker nodded. "Wes is all bark and no bite. He might yell all the time about you being Phantom, but nobody ever believes him, and I don't think he'd do anything to actually hurt you."

"Nobody at school believes him. The Guys in White are another story. They're already suspicious of me."

"Danny, we can handle the Guys in White." Sam put a hand on his shoulder, grounding and comforting him all at once. "We've done it before and we'll do it again. We always come through, right?"

"Yeah, have a little more faith in your team!" Tucker prodded, elbowing Danny lightly and coaxing a smile out of him. "Now come on, let's go home. It's way cold up here." 

"Alright," Danny relented. "And, uh, thanks guys."

Next

[dp-marvel94]

(Not) Alone- Chapter 2

Summary: Consumed with worry and scared after watching Dani almost die, Danny begs her to come home with him and meet Jazz. He wants to see her safe and happy and taken care of more than anything. An important reveal also weighs heavy on him – Dani isn’t the only living clone… and the other is him. He needs to tell her the truth; maybe that will convince her to agree to the idea of telling his parents. And she'll stay in Amity Park with him, where he'll never have to worry if she's safe ever again.

Meanwhile, Dani has mixed feelings. Still reeling from the loss of her clone siblings, Danny’s unexpected worry and care make her uncomfortable. And her own guilt… she hurt him and helped get him kidnapped twice. How can he care about a mistake like her? But having clean clothes and a bed is wonderful. And things aren’t as simple as she thinks.

Will Dani accept the help she needs and let herself be loved? Or will she push Danny and Jazz away and run again?

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Chapter 2

Jazz and Danny made dinner together and Dani quietly watched.

“Get the peas out of the freezer, please.” The red-head asked her brother.

“You can’t put peas in the mac and cheese.” He complained.

“I’m not just feeding us mac and cheese for dinner, Danny.” Jazz put her hands on her hips. “You need to eat a vegetable.”

“But peas?” Danny whined.

“Yes.” The word was flat, uncompromising.  Jazz opened the fridge. “Come on. It will go well with the ham.” She pulled the meat out of a drawer in the fridge.

The half ghost narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Please tell me that isn’t Dad’s emergency ham.”

“Of course not.” The older teen rolled her eyes. “It’s my emergency ham.”

Danny blinked at her skeptically. “Seriously?”

“I double wrapped it, put it in a plastic container, taped that up, and hid it in the back. I was saving it to make a quiche tomorrow but…” Jazz shrugged. “We’ve got some of the good cheese I was going to use too. This will be really good. ”

“Not if you put peas in it!” The boy spread his arms. 

The siblings bantered back and forth like that all the while. And the clone watched, a knot in her stomach. There was so much familiarity, so much ease in the casual interaction. Danny and Jazz were so comfortable with each other; they’d known each other their entire lives. And Dani…. She felt even more like an outsider. She didn’t fit with them. (Why were they even bothering being nice to her?)

“See. I put peas in it.” The boy waved a hand.

“Danny. That’s three individual peas.” Jazz let out a long suffering sigh.

“That’s one for each of us.” That shit-eating grin…

The red-head shook her head, again sighing. But humor sparkled in her eyes.

Dani’s core felt so heavy. She’d never had sibling interactions like that. Or…

A large ghost, covered with scars, tickled her. The girl’s high giggles were a delightful harmony with his deeper laughter.

Playing hide and go seek with a skeletal ghost. He loved hiding in the curtains.

Talking to her newest brother, still in his tube. She taught him how to play Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Lying on the floor, coloring. “Here, hold the crayon like this.” Teaching her smallest brother to color too.

Maybe she had. (They were all gone now.)

“Dani, wanna help me make some cheesy toast?”

The question stirred the clone girl out of her thoughts. She blinked. “What?”

“Cheesy toast.” Danny repeated. “I’ll spread on the butter and you put on the cheese?”

“Oh. Uh. Sure.” Dani stood up, shaking her head. She stood, walking to stand beside her original. “Where’s the cheese?”

Danny pointed to the bag on the counter, busily spreading butter on the first slice. He handed over the piece and the clone girl grabbed a hand-full of shredded cheddar, spreading it liberally. 

“Looks great.” Her original congratulated, surveying her work.

Six slices later and the toast was placed in the heated oven. Dani watched the cheese melt with a bit of wonder. It smelled so good….

Ten minutes later, Dani was seated at the table.

“Here you go.” Jazz presented her a bowl of mac and cheese. 

The clone girl studied the dish. The curved noodles, the creamy little yellow sauce. Melted cheese and bread crumbs on top. Pink cubes of ham underneath. Little round, green peas. Smoke wafted off of it, the heat and smell swirling in the air. It looked and smelled so good….

With encouraging nods from Danny and Jazz, the girl picked up the spoon. She scooped up a bit, blew on it, and-

“You look half starved. Come here, doll.” A slimy, yellowed teethed smile. “I’ve got some food for you.”

The sudden memory hit her, muscles locking up. Her second week free….. She’d been so hungry. A man in a white van offered her a much wanted bowl of mac and cheese. Can’t let a pretty little thing like you go hungry, can I? She gobbled it up without question. It tasted so good, the best food she’d ever eaten. But after…. I…I don’t feel so good. What- Sleepy and confused, her head swam. Dani had passed out. And she woke up later, gagged and tied up in the trunk of a car. Eyes wide with panic. Her cries muffled. Her core sparked and-

Luckily her powers were working enough for her to transform and to fly out. But… 

Back at the table, she shivered. (What if… what if they hadn’t-)

“What is it?” Danny’s wide, worried eyes fixed on her.

Her eyes flicked to him, mind jerked out of the memory. “Oh. Oh. Nothing.” Instantly, she felt guilty. She’d watched Jazz and Danny make the food. Of course, the boy wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, not after saving her life. And now she’d just made him worried again. “It’s just still too hot to eat.” She made an excuse, blowing on the food again.

Her original traded a subtle look with his sister, doubt flickering on both teens’ faces. But to Dani’s relief, neither pressed. 

Instead, Danny’s face softened. “Oh, I think I can fix that.” His lips turned up, humor sparking in his eyes. “Pass it over.”

The clone girl shook her head. “No, really that’s okay. I’ll just wait.”

“Come on.” The boy insisted, smiling. “Let me try something.”

Recognition lit Jazz’s eyes. “Is this that thing Frostbite taught you last time?”

“Frostbite?” Dani raised a brow, curiosity starting to stir. ���Who’s that?”

“My mentor. He’s the chief of a tribe of ice yetis in the GZ. They live in a place called the Far Frozen. It’s really awesome!” The excitement radiating off of him was palpable, his smile big and bright. “I need to take you there to meet everyone soon.” 

The girl blinked. “You have a mentor… who’s a yeti?” A hint of intrigue entered her voice. “And you want me to meet him? But-”

“I’ll tell you more later.” Her original interrupted, waving his hand. “You should eat. Hand it over.”

More questions swirled in her mind, pushing previous dark thoughts away. And the most imminent… “Alright.” What was he planning? “Here you go.” With a slight eye roll, she pushed the bowl toward him.

Danny took the bowl. “Prepare to be amazed, Dani.” He grinned, eyes flashing. Not green but-

The clone let out a small gasp. They flashed an icy blue, not the familiar electric green.

The boy noticed her reaction, giving a smirk. He breathed in deeply, then through rounded lips, blew out, and…

Dani’s own mouth fell open. The other half ghost blew out, as if to cool the bowl of food. But the air… it was visible, a light blue cloud. It swirled, the space perfused with… an arctic cold?

“I think you overdid it, little brother.” Jazz laughed.

Sure enough, ice crystal sprinkled the mac and cheese, as if it was left outside during a snow flurry.

“Oops.” Danny smiled sheepishly. “I’ll get you another bowl.”

“That’s probably a good idea.” Dani poked the food with a spoon, letting out her own chuckle.

With a nod, the other half ghost stood. A few seconds later, the clone girl had a fresh, hot bowl of mac and cheese. This time, she didn’t hesitate on the first bite.

“Wow.” Her eyes widened with delight. “This is so good!” She beamed, quickly wolfing down another bite. And another. And another. Soon her bowl was empty. She must have been a whole lot hungrier than she thought.

“Slow down.” Jazz gently chastised.

“Sorry.” The girl blushed. “Can I have some more?” 

“Of course.” Danny said

He served her another bowl. This one Dani ate more slowly, savoring the flavor, the texture, the warmth. It was delicious. For the first time in weeks (months, maybe ever?), she felt full, the dinner a comforting weight in her belly.

As Dani finished eating, she tuned into the conversation happening at the table.

“I love this cheesy toast so much.” Danny gushed, a dreamy look on his face as he ate his cheese covered bread.

“I thought you didn’t like toast.” Jazz poked her brother’s shoulder.

“You know what, you don’t get any more, just for that.” The boy swiped the second piece right off her plate. 

“Hey!” The red-head protested.

Danny ignored her. “Dani can have your piece.” He shoved the piece of bread toward the younger half ghost. “She doesn’t make fun of me for not eating normal toast.”

“You don’t like toast?” Dani raised a skeptical eyebrow. “How can you not like toast?”

“I’ll take that back.” The older girl swiped her toast back.  “And right?!” Jazz elbowed the younger girl playfully. “How can he not like toast? It’s just bread. Who doesn’t like bread?”

“First off,” Danny held up one finger. “It's not that I hate toast. I won’t eat it for breakfast because the Fenton toaster always burns it."

“That’s because you always put it on the highest setting.” Jazz complained. 

“Second.” Danny pointedly held up a second finger, again ignoring his sister’s comment. “This is bread, butter, and cheese. The best three foods human civilization ever invented! I’d have to be an idiot to hate it.”

“I feel like chocolate needs to be on that list.” The red-head added, raising an eyebrow. 

“And cake!” Dani enthused. “And potato chips. And cotton candy!”

“Dani’s right.” Jazz gave a serious nod. “Cake, chips, and cotton candy need to be on the list.”

“And ice cream!”

“And ice cream! How could we forget about ice cream?”

“And three!” Danny raised his voice slightly, pushing past the girls’ banter. “You two are both traitors. I expect this kind of thing from Jazz. But you, Danielle? For shame!” He looked so offended. “My own ectoplasm, betraying me like this. You’re my clone, yeah. But I thought we had more than that! You’re my favorite little sibling. My precious baby sister. And I know I’m your favorite brother.” A sheepish, vaguely sad shrug… “I mean, I am the only other clo-” The boy cut himself off, eyes wide and very guilty.

Danielle suddenly felt very uneasy, her stomach knotting. Her eyes flickered from him to Jazz.

At the same, the red-head gave him a questioning look. “Danny?” The name tilted up, a question. That tone, the significance tickled something in Dani’s mind. “Did you not tell her about-”

The boy cut her off. “Not yet.”

A chill settled in Dani’s core. “Tell me what?”

Two pairs of guilty eyes met her and Danny blushed. “We need to talk about something important…” He trailed off, biting his lip.

Danielle’s eyes widened. No. No. This sounded bad. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“No. It’s not bad, I swear.” The older halfa waved his hands, trying to soothe her panicked look. “It’s not bad. It’s… good?” He hesitated on the word, looking to Jazz.

The red-head’s brow furrowed. For a moment, she hesitated but… eventually, she mildly shrugged.

“I think it’s been good.” Danny’s cheeks darkened again as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t worry about it now, okay. I wasn’t going to even bring it up ‘til the morning.” He slightly narrowed his eyes at Jazz, who flashed him an apologetic smile. “‘Cause it’ll be a long conversation and it’s already been a long day.”

Dani studied him with narrowed eyes, mind trying to put together what he’d said. He’d… called her his favorite sibling, his little sister. That had started in jest, but…

“I’m sure you’re tired.” The boy yawned, stretching. “I’m tired.”

That sounded like an excuse if she’d even heard one. Suspicion, distrust poked at her core. “What were you going to say?” She asked quietly, almost dangerously.

“Danielle, please.” He pleaded, eyes wide and…. painfully familiar. (Tiny’s eyes, wide and innocent. Every expression achingly sincere, almost incapable of deception or malice). “I’ll tell you, I swear. Just not tonight. Please. Just trust me.”

That expression…. Dani didn’t understand. It stabbed at her heart, an impossible likeness. (Was she just seeing what she wanted to see? Or….)

Despite her better judgment, the clone girl caved. “Alright. I am tired.” She rubbed her head, then narrowed her eyes. “But in the morning, you better tell me everything.” She pointed a hard finger at him. “Everything.”

A sigh of relief. “Of course. I will.”  Danny took her bowl. “Alright. Let’s get you some clean clothes. I’ll show you the guest room.”

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In a clean set of clothes, Dani laid on the bed in the guest room. She’d taken a shower and accepted the hand-me-downs without complaint. With an almost contented sigh, she ran fingers through damp hair. It had been so long since she last felt clean. (Maybe the last time had been at…Vlad’s, before she ran away?)

The thought sent an uncomfortable shiver through her but she pushed it down. She was away from Vlad, safe here with a warm meal in her stomach, a comfortable bed. The dirt and gunk were cleaned away, her hair washed, with her beloved hoodie in the washing machine. The clothes Jazz had given her were warm and comfy. Everything was okay, better than it had in months. (Better than it had ever been for her, really). And yet…

Disquiet still turned her stomach. Danny had been so concerned, almost clingy tonight. He kept asking if she needed anything, checking to make sure she was okay. And Jazz was so nice too. She had been so excited to meet her, taking her sudden appearance so well. She’d cooked a delicious dinner of Dani’s choosing. She’d found these clothes while Danny gathered things for her to clean herself and showed her how to use the shower.

The two siblings were great. They had done so much for her but…  it was all too much. The feeling weighed heavy on her core. This was all too much. And Dani didn’t know what to make of it, of the worry, the concern. Danny and Jazz barely knew her. She was practically a stranger to them. (And she didn’t deserve any of this, did she? Not after what she did to Danny…)

That hateful whisper…. Dani pushed it down. Yeah, Danny and Jazz helped her. It was great. And she was grateful, she really was. The two chose to help her out of the goodness of their heart. And as hard as that was to wrap her mind around…  she should just be thankful and leave it at that. But…

He looked so offended. “My own ectoplasm, betraying me like this. You’re my clone, yeah. But I thought we had more than that!”

Dani’s brow furrowed. He’d joked so easily with her and she’d been taken in, completely comfortable.

“You’re my favorite little sibling. My precious baby sister. 

Danny…. He’d called her his sibling, his baby sister. And… her core twisted. She’d earlier claimed they were cousins and he’d reciprocated. Being family like that, in a distant, pretend way, she could handle. Being his cousin in name… that hadn’t sounded so bad. But sister…. That… that was too much. Too close. And…

“And I know I’m your favorite brother.” 

Brother. Her brother. Oh, how anger rose at the thought. Danny called himself her brother. As if… as if… Her core buzzed, hot and simmering. As if she didn’t already have enough brothers. All the other clones were her brothers. They’d been through so much together, things Danny couldn’t even imagine. And… she glared at the ceiling. How dare he?! How dare he equate himself with them? Insert himself in that position?

He couldn’t be her brother. He couldn’t be because… because….

Her brothers were all dead. The thought washed over her as a wave, dousing the anger. Her brothers were all gone. It was only her left. She was the only clone still alive. And… tears bubbled in her eyes with the memory.

The night that she’d escaped from Vlad, she flew until she couldn’t stay in the air anymore. She crashed in a nondescript field. The starry sky hung above her, flowers at her head, their sweet smells wafting around her. Muscles, Bones, Tiny, Daniel… They would have loved this but … a sob rose in her throat. Her brothers would have loved this but… they were gone and she was alone. Dani cried. Her brothers were all dead  and she… she had no one now. She wept until she had no more breath, no more tears. Until the sky started to lighten and sleep took her.

The day Danielle was finally free was the day she lost her brothers. 

That night was the first and the last time she’d cried over them. After, she’d spent so long on the run. All her energy was absorbed in just trying to survive. It almost pushed the grief away, to the back of her mind; she couldn’t afford to let herself break. But now…

In this warm bed, finally safe and clean, that grief throbbed, an excruciating stab at her heart. Her body ached with it, the tears finally spilling out of her eyes. 

Dani angrily whipped them away. It wasn’t fair! Danny just had to open his dumb mouth and remind her. She wanted to get up and yell at him over it, now that the awkwardness of the situation had passed and she realized what he had said. But….

That sheepish, sad shrug… Danny’s nervous, guilty eyes. “We need to talk about something important…” He trailed off, biting his lip.

She couldn’t talk to him tonight. Not with his big, dumb worried eyes. Not with his soft voice, how he would try to tell her everything was okay. (It would never be okay again. Not when her brothers were all gone and she was still here).

Dani rolled over, huffing as the hall light turned off and the house settled. Thirty minutes, an hour of stewing in so many feelings. Frustration, annoyance, confusion, hurt, grief. (No, not grief. Push it down. Push it down. She couldn’t let herself feel that. Not tonight. Not… not ever.)

Dani rolled over again, annoyance flaring. The bed was too damn soft. After months of sleeping on the ground (random patches of leaves, cardboard, park benches)….. It felt like she was sinking, like the plush top was going to swallow her. There was no way she'd be sleeping like this.

With a groan, the girl took her blanket and pillow and flopped onto the floor. Barely two minutes of shifting position and….. She jerked up, frowning. The hardwood was awful too.

Maybe she could get some water from downstairs? With her blanket and pillow, Dani padded down the hallway and stair, her practiced feet light, hardly making a sound.

A glass of cold water later and…. 

Her body felt so heavy and sluggish. Her eyes flickered to the stairs and she groaned softly. Nope. No. Way. Her sleepy legs couldn’t handle it but her mind…. A quiet grumble. Sharp, prickly, stewing in exacerbation (Confusion, hurt, pain, sorrow). She just wanted to sleep, for it to be morning already.

She blinked at the TV. Maybe she could watch some to get to sleep. That’s a thing that people did, right? It happened in that one movie she snuck into. 

Decision made, she fumbled for the remote. Flopping onto the floor, pressing buttons. Her fingers jabbed, the little round sections depressing. But. Nothing. Was. Working!

With a muffled yell, Dani face-planted into the carpet. Fine. Whatever. She’d just lay here all night then.

Her brain hurt, mind swimming. The ticking of the clock, the humming of the fridge, the buzzing of the ceiling fan. All of it wafted in and out of her perception. She just wanted to sleep…. 

“I mean, I am the only other clo-” The boy cut himself off.

Clo…. What did he mean….  eyes wide and very guilty.

Tiny’s face, brow furrowed in innocent confusion. His excitement, holding up his drawing. She’d finally got him to understand…. 

(Oh how her heart hurt at the memory…)

Danny’s excited grin, proud at his display of ice powers.

Another flare of anger at the older half ghost. (How could he be happy when she felt so… so… horrible.)  But, there was something else there too. Danny and Tiny, those two expressions (Somehow, impossibly…. The… same…).

There, on the living room floor, sleep took her.

[aaronhotchstuff]

inside jokes + scotch

hi so @witchofinterest sent an ask from this prompt list and i accidentally posted it while i was still writing it like a dumbass GDKDHDKDK so anyways here you go!! but MY LOVE THIS PROMPT IS LITERALLY FOR THEM HOW DID YOU KNOW 😩 thank you sm for sending it in!! <3 also, i’m gonna be super vague with what inside joke this is because i can’t come up with anything specific rn lol

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of rape, torture, murder, just the general cm lingo since the details of the current case are mentioned but it’s nothing graphic because this drabble is actually fluff!!

It was bad.

Four women in three weeks; raped and tortured then dumped naked in public places with no evidence or witnesses whatsoever. The team had been consulting the local PD after the first two murders occurred, then were officially invited in after the third body dropped. Unfortunately, they were on another case at the time and when the fourth body was found, it’s only been a couple of days since the victim went missing as opposed to the several days he held the previous victims captive for the torture; a clear indication that the unsub is rapidly evolving and isn’t going to stop until he’s caught. Undoubtedly one of the worst cases they’ve ever had, and there it was.

A laugh.

It echoed through the conference room as the team was fully debriefed of the case. Disturbed, they all turned their heads to the source of the sound; Phoebe. She snickered mindlessly at something Hotch said, and found it hard to stop once she started. It was stupid, really. Something they talked about the night before at her house, where Hotch had spent the night after Phoebe and Danny’s Sunday afternoon barbecues that always seemed to turn into sleepovers, as the latter would call it. He’d been coming over for the weekly occasion since the boy first invited him, which allowed him to get to know Phoebe outside of work and vice versa.

Aaron Hotchner did have a sense of humour, after all, and it sent Phoebe to an uncontrollable fit of laughter ― surprisingly and embarrassingly.

After their antagonistic first impressions and interactions, she didn’t expect to have so much fun hanging out with him during those weekends, and with Hotch’s surprised yet amused expression as he watched her snort, neither did he. Mostly because it was just such a small, stupid joke that he didn’t think she’d remember.

Phoebe eventually felt the stares on her and forced herself to a stop, cleared her throat then looked up at her coworkers to meet their confused looks, excluding Hotch whose subtle smirk she’s learned to pick up over the time she spent with him.

“I’m sorry, I know how bad this is. I just... remembered something Danny said,” she reasoned, and although the team didn’t exactly buy it, they all decided to let it go due to the urgency of the case and got up from their seats, then Hotch spoke up.

“Really?” he asked, and the team could tell he was teasing, “What was it?” he added as he picked up his copy of the case files and she gave him a glare that made him back off quietly, but not without a shit-eating grin that everybody noticed despite his efforts to hide it. “The jet’s already been prepped. Wheels up in ten.”

Phoebe scoffed. Little shit.

The team simply watched as they both left the room; Morgan looked to the rest with a raised brow and a hand gestured toward them. “That’s not just me, right?”

“Yeah, an inside joke,” Emily replied in amusement, Rossi and JJ just as amused as they walked out of the conference room one by one. “I guess they’re finally warming up to one another.”

“It’s true,” Reid piped up excitedly behind them, his hands already in the air and the team readied themselves for what they thought to be random fact spewing as they walked together, “Phoebe’s less tense whenever she talks with Hotch now, and they voluntary reach out to talk to each other unlike before when they would only interact when it’s necessary and actually dreaded it. Meanwhile, Hotch always asks her what she thinks and he also seems to make her laugh pretty easily―actually, lately Phoebe gets even more relaxed when he’s around and she gets him to smile here and there so although using the phrase “warming up to one another” is accurate, I think it’s actually more of an understatement.”

The boy genius nodded continuously with a smile as he finished sharing his observations and put the rest of the team to a stop, all of them staring at him. Not just because all of the things he said were most likely true, but also because of how much he knew about it.

“And you know all of this because...?” JJ trailed off teasingly.

Spencer gulped and licked his lips to prepare himself for another long speech as they all walked toward the elevator with their go-bags in hand, “It’s quite obvious, actually, you can just see how their previous demeanour around each other differs from―”

“She was joking, kid,” Rossi interrupted. “We’ve all noticed it.”

He winked as the elevator arrived and gave him a pat on his back, which prompted the rest of the team to chuckle while they entered one by one. Reid looked away in embarrassment with flushed cheeks and furrowed brows as he followed suit and cleared his throat.

“I knew that.”

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[sindri42]

I need a Worm AU where Danny Hebert adopts Amy Dallon.

Like, after running away from the New Wave she's wandering the area, going from shelter to shelter trying to stay incognito, and he's trying to organize rebuilding and has just lost his own awkward mopey teenage daughter so seeing this stray tugs at him, and one thing leads to another...

Next thing he knows he's driving a borrowed truck at breakneck speeds through rubble-choked streets trying to keep her away from the Nine's "tests" by dragging their pursuers through the territory of every single villain in the city because what the fuck she's just a kid and these monsters are hunting her? like, specifically?

She starts to open up about the fatigue and guilt and resentment wrapped around her using her powers at the hospitals and he's just standing there like 'shit, you need a union.' And he casually takes over making sure she has reasonable hours and compensation and physically preventing her from going to work off the clock.

'Okay there's nothing we can really do to re-secret your identity, but given the regulations protecting the identities of non-criminal capes and the fact that this New Wave group unmasked you without your consent, while you were underage, we can sue the shit out of them...'

Taylor comes back to visit and starts freaking out about why is there a known superhero eating breakfast with my dad is this an ambush-- and Amy sees her and starts freaking out about why is the leader of the Undersiders coming to visit some random union boss is this some sort of extortion thing and why is she out of costume-- and then they look at each other and look at their dad and the realization very slowly starts to dawn, meanwhile Danny remains oblivious.

The Dockworkers' Association makes it very clear that they have the utmost respect for law enforcement and have no intention of trying to take over any part of the city for their own purposes, in spite of the number of criminals who have recently reported being "detained" by squads of "bulletproof, regenerating, unnaturally strong" local civilian workers. A union spokesperson did however ask authorities if this would be a good time to bring up the possibility of getting the old ferry fixed up.

[reanimatedgh0ul]

When it comes to the other ghost characters, I don't necessarily want all of them to be vampires in this au. The only characters I can see being vampires besides Vlad are Spectra, Bertrand, and maybe Skulker but in like a Blade type way minus the dhampir part.

I still want ghosts to be the main supernatural presence here and Danny's parents to still be ghost hunters. I think it'd be interesting if Danny was an outlier when it comes to the supernatural makeup of Amity Park. Just like how in the show Danny was the only known halfa of Amity Park, I think Danny should be one of few if not the only vampire of Amity Park.

This could lead to some interesting interactions with the GIW, Valerie, and the ghosts.

Like if Danny's taking out GIW agents i.e. them being the target of his feeding, then the GIW now have to deal w a vampire on their hands. Even though they weren't exactly trained nor did they expect vampires when they took up residence in Amity Park.

To the ghosts, even though Danny's technically not one of them the fact that he's deliberating going after people who are more of threat to them than him, has to count for something in their book.

As for Valerie, she figures out Danny's deal alot sooner here and they're both in on that fact. I said this in a post prior that while Danny isn't the one who makes a big deal out of having to eat people, other people do specifically Valerie.

Obviously nobody believes her whole theory that Danny is actual a vampire. And she gets outsed from her social circle because they think she's embarrassing herself with this. Which just serves all the more as fuel for her to spite them and vindicate herself. Meanwhile Danny's not exactly doing a good job trying to make Valerie ease up on the whole exposing him bit as he's being a little shit about it.

When it comes to the theories Valerie's drawing about Danny, she comes to speculate that maybe because he's the only vampire in Amity Park his presence is somehow the source of the increase of supernatural activity and just the supernatural being here in general. Like maybe he's controlling them because he's got some kind of vampiric powers that can do that. So naturally she comes to conclusion if she wants to be rid of the town of these supernatural forces, she's got to cut off the head of the snake by killing Danny. Because surely that will fix everything right......right?

But what Valerie has to come to understand is that supernatural has just much say on the town as denizens. She's basically setting herself up for an impossible task by trying to be rid of something that's inevitably linked to the other. Even then the supernatural is just as human as everyone else who lives here whether they like it or not.