#prompt: choice

[blackcatsnstrawberries]

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Gifting: @theanonymousopossum

Prompt: Choice

Tropes: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, HEA, 

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A Choice That Binds Us

Elriel Month 2024

A companion to: A Love That Chose Us

Elain has made her choice and she has chosen a love that trumps even a mating bond. Secure and determined in her decision, she embarks on a Fae mating ritual, making her mate a meal. With careful passion, love in her heart, and excitement for the years to come, Elain spends her day cooking the perfect meal. The only problem? When the sun has set and everything is ready, her mate is no where to be seen.

Word Count: 2337

Gifting: @theanonymousopossum (enjoy friend!)

Thanks @elriel-month for organizing this and putting it together

If you want to read the spicy version of this story, check it out on my A03 page.

P.S. Come back tomorrow for a surprise.

A Choice That Binds Us

I sat in the River House’s living room on one of the plush couches. My sister, Feyre, was sitting beside me, brows furrowed in worry as she watched me with weary eyes. “And you’re sure?” Feyre asked again, as though there had even been a choice in the matter.

I nodded my head once. “I am.”

“You never have to explain your choices to me, or Rhys, but there could be a lot of pushback from this. Especially from the Autumn Court.”

I cringed outwardly. Yes, I was technically mated to Lucien, but what if the cauldron was wrong? What if I was meant to be mates with someone else? Or what if, somehow, I had two mates?

Whatever the case may be, I knew in my heart that I loved Azriel, and that he felt the same way about me.

Feyre continued. “He is not a bad male you know. He just feels strongly about the traditions of the Fae lands.”

I knew that out of obligation Lucien tried to make our mating bond work, but my feelings for Azriel were stronger than the mating bond? “I know Lucien meant no harm, but I feel the way I feel and I refuse to let someone make another choice for me.” I stared straight at my sister. High Queen or not, neither Feyre nor Rhysand could tell me how to feel or who to love. Bonds be damned.

Feyre’s face softened and she reached out and gently took my hand. “I am happy for you. For both of you. And I wish you a blessed bond.”

Tears stung my eyes. Tears because though I did not need Feyre’s approval, having it meant a lot to me. It meant that Feyre would be on our side if Rhysand was against our bond. It meant that my sister finally saw the happiness that had eluded me for so long. That I was finally making a choice about my own life, not having it planned out for me.

“Where is Azriel? I haven’t seen him since this morning.” Feyre asked.

I pursed my lips. “He wanted to tell Rhys about the bond. They went out to the cabin with Cassian to talk.”

“I hope they’re able to be civilized…” Feyre and I exchanged a quick glance before we burst out into laughter. Both of our mates were stubborn and would not back down from the other. Poor Cassian would probably end up mediating their conversation, or fight.

I had a plan for when Azriel returned from the cabin. My sisters had told me that in Fae traditions, when a mate makes a meal it symbolizes connection, love and intimacy. I had an idea of making a meal for Azriel, though our bond was chosen, I knew he would appreciate the continuation of the Fae tradition.

“Does the meal have to be anything…special?” I asked. 

Feyre laughed. “Absolutely not! I heated up old soup for Rhys, and Nesta made Cassian potatoes and chicken. Azriel is so polite, you could put stale bread on a plate and he would tell you it was the best meal he’s ever had.”

We stayed together for a while longer before Nyx woke up from his nap. I bid my sister goodbye before heading out into Velaris, where I would pick up the ingredients needed to make Azriel a perfect meal.

The sun was shining down on the city, vendors were out selling their trinkets and art. I stopped by the butcher and got some beef, but I was going to pick the potatoes and carrots from my garden at the Townhouse. It wasn’t a difficult meal to make, but a homemade stew and a fresh loaf of bread was hearty and warm after a long day at the cabin.

When I arrived at the Townhouse, groceries in hand, I quickly got to work in the kitchen. First, I seasoned and cut the meat before searing it on a high heat in a cast iron cauldron. Next I added spices before pouring in water and aromatics. Tossing in onion, garlic and a bay leaf, I put the lid on the cauldron and let it simmer.

The kitchen smelled amazing, inviting and warm, but my work was still not done and I wanted this meal to be perfect for my mate. Even thinking about Azriel in that way made my heart flutter. It felt right.

As the stew simmered, I got to work on the bread. I had already made the dough that morning in preparation, leaving it to rise under a moist cloth before I left to talk to Feyre.

I poured the dough onto the floured table and began kneading it. I loved the feeling of working with my hands, kneading the dough over and over as flour coated my apron and dough stuck to my fingers.

When the dough was ready, I put it in a cast iron pot and covered it with a lid, placing it in the kitchen's fireplace to bake slowly beside the simmering stew.

Using my wrist, I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked out the window. The sun was beginning to set. I wondered when Azriel would return from the cabin, surely it would not take all day to tell Rhys our decision?

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and cleaned up the kitchen, humming as I did. When I was done, the sun was low enough now that the sky was a brilliant hue of orange and Azriel still had not returned from the cabin.

I bit my lip and looked more closely out the window, hoping to see him flying towards the house. We had made a plan to meet here when he was done talking to Rhys, no matter what happened. Where was he?

I shook my head. Nothing could have happened to him, he was with his brothers and no matter how angry Rhys may have been, he wouldn’t have hurt Azriel. Not too badly anyway. Illyrian males have been known to throw a punch or two to blow off steam.

I carefully rotated the bread and stirred the stew, adding the chopped carrots and potatoes before quickly heading to my bedroom to freshen up. I knew that Nuala and Cerridwen would keep an eye on the dinner; I had told them the night before about the plan. My friends were excited for me and offered to help in any way they could.

I let my hair flow down to my waist, brushing it through before wearing a light pink gossamer gown with flowers embroidered in the lace. I re-touched the light pink paint I wore on my lips. A memory came back of the same pink paint leaving telltale traces on Azriel’s own lips after we passionately kissed secretly in the River House kitchen.

By the time we had returned to the Townhouse that night, the pink stain had completely rubbed off before we even made it to the bedroom.

Checking my reflection once more, I hurried to the kitchen. One of the wraiths had removed the bread from the oven, placing it to cool by the window. I stirred and tested the stew still simmering, adding a pinch more of thyme and salt before going back to check the skies.

The sun was gone now, the stars were coming out and Azriel still had not arrived.

Azriel would not keep me waiting like this, something had to be wrong. Something had to have happened. I felt my heart begin to race as my mind went to dark places.

Could I go to the River House and ask Rhys what happened? Had he even returned from the cabin, or was he missing as well?

I was about to grab my shawl when the front door to the Townhouse opened, gentle footsteps quickly walking through the house to the kitchen.

Azriel stood before me, eyes wide and almost frantic as his shoulders sagged in relief when he saw me. “I’m sorry.” He said, eyes downcast quickly.

I took a step forward, eyes tracing every inch of him. His hair was in disarray, his face had a slight sheen of sweat and a smear of dirt across his forehead. His fighting leathers weren’t in much better shape, there was even mud caked on his knees. In his hands, he held several long  thorn covered stems, bulbs and roots still attached to the bottom and a dark purple rose on the top. His hands were cut, almost shredded, and bleeding.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “What happened?”

“I was trying to get you these.” He mumbled.

Azriel placed the roses on the table as I grabbed a tea towel and closed the gap between us, wrapping up his bleeding and dirt covered hands, trying to stop the blood flow. 

I frowned. “Did you…did you dig them up?”

Azriel’s mouth twitched into a slight, lopsided grin. “When I returned from the cabin, I wanted to bring you flowers, but none were good enough. I was told the Night Rose was in bloom so I winnowed to the mountain to pick you some.”

I smiled and squeezed his hands tighter. “You’re so thoughtful. But, uh…what happened?” Based on his appearance, it was not as simple as cutting some stems.

Azriel continued. “When I saw the roses, I thought they would look better in your garden. In our garden. Instead of cutting them, I dug down to the bulb and propagated some. It was much more challenging than I anticipated.”

Azriel shifted uncomfortably on his feet, as though he was unsure what my reaction would be. I felt tears filling my eyes again, and I gently let go of his hands, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, my pink lip stain once again rubbed off onto his lips.

I felt him flinch, as though he wasn’t expecting the reaction. Slowly, his own arms wrapped around my waist, keeping his bloodied hands away from my gown.

Our mouths parted and I rested my head on his muddy leathers, breathing in his scent. I could feel the steady beat of his heart in his chest. The sound made me feel comfortable, safe, and loved. His arms squeezed tighter around my waist.

I pulled away, taking his hands again and examining them. “Let's get you cleaned up before we eat.”

We went into my bedroom, ours now, and I ran the bath for him. While the tub was filling with hot water, I helped him remove his mud covered leathers. He was naked in front of me now, still with mud on his face. We both laughed at how ridiculous the scene was. 

Azriel climbed into the bath, leaning against the side. “There’s room for two you know.” His voice a deep timber.

I smiled and undid my dress, letting it fall around my feet before doing the same with my undergarments. He held my hand as I stepped into the bath, the warmth of water removed any trace of exhaustion my day in the kitchen had left me.

I grabbed a bar of soap and took Azriel’s hands, new red scars lining them. I gently massaged the soap into them, removing any last trace of blood and dirt. When his hands were cleaned, I felt them on my waist and he pulled me closer. My bare chest was pressed up against his.

I took a cloth and gently began cleaning the mud, blood and dirt off his body. His hands moved from my waist to my thighs, eventually cupping my face as his thumb gently caressed my cheek.

When all traces of his day were removed, his lips found mine, the pink paint long wiped away from the steam. I ran my hands through his wet hair and he pulled me closer to him. 

We left the bath when our bodies started to prune, though I could have stayed there all night with him. He grabbed a silk robe for me from the bedroom, draping it around my shoulders before pulling on a pair of soft trousers himself. 

On my tip toes, I kissed him on the cheek before whispering in his ear. “I have something for you in the kitchen.”

I took Azriel’s hand and led him to the kitchen, and towards a chair at the table. I brought over the bread and cut several pieces before spooning the stew into a bowl and setting it in front of him.

“The potatoes and carrots may be overdone by now, but it should still taste okay.” I said softly.

Azriel stared at the bowl for a moment before his hazel eyes met mine, they were shining with the moonlight and a smile was broad on his face. “It’s perfect.” He took a single bite before standing up and guiding me to a seat, and filling a bowl for me. When my meal was in front of me, we ate together, laughing and filling each other in about our days.

We stayed long into the night, the sun beginning to rise as we cleaned the pots and finished the last piece of bread. Azriel carried me up to our room and gently laid me down on the bed, using his scarred hands to slowly remove my silk robe as my own traced the hard lines of his chest.

Our bodies intertwined as the world woke around us. His mouth upon mine and all over my body, lingering longer in places where his tongue did things that made me moan and my body quiver.

We lay next to each other under the covers, my head leaning on his chest and his arm around my shoulders.I breathed in his scent and listened to his steady heart beat as he slept soundly.

I gently pushed a lock of hair out of his face before cuddling back into him and closing my eyes, knowing that our true love could trump even a mating bond.

[gregorovitch-adler]

Choice

John and Mariana had come to the supermarket. The market was surprisingly empty, given it was ten in the morning when they arrived.

John and Mariana took their time to examine the products closely in that enormous shop before filling up the trolley.

Mariana walked into the aisle of cereals with her head tipped up a little, evidently relaxed. She always preferred to be in open spaces instead of crowded.

John walked up to her so he could help her pick out some stuff they might need.

It was the weekend, and John had no recordings to make.

The last case they had uploaded was two days ago. Sherlock, John, and Mariana had some time to themselves.

Sherlock had obviously not accompanied them for shopping. John now knew better than to insist on it.

So, here he was, with Mariana, wondering what Sherlock might be up to at home. But John didn't mind spending time with Mariana either.

After heading out of the cereal aisle, they decided they were done. Mariana walked over to the checkout queue.

John was about to follow her, but a pile of yoghurts in the dairy aisle caught his eye. He went there to examine the pile.

He picked out a plain and a honey yoghurt in each of his hands and looked at them closely.

John knew Sherlock had a thing for yoghurts, even though he'd never admit it.

John would just have to buy one of them and keep it in the fridge. The pack would disappear in no time.

Which one was he supposed to buy, though? Difficult choice.

"John! Are you coming?"

John looked up, and noticed that only one person was left in the queue. It would be Mariana's turn for checkout in no time.

"I- er, I'm coming! Just wait." He needed to be quick.

"What are you doing?" she asked loudly from the queue and walked up to John, pulling the trolley with her. "You're confused about which yoghurt to buy? Now? Couldn't you have selected one sooner?" She sounded a bit irritated.

"Yeah, erm, sorry. Which - which one d'you think he'd like?" John cleared his throat.

Mariana knitted her brow for a second, and then she nodded. "Oh, so it's for Sherlock. He loves the honey flavour," she said and dropped the honey yoghurt in the trolley, and placed the plain yoghurt back on the pile.

"Come, now." She grabbed John's arm to take him to the counter.

They were ready to go home once they were done paying for everything.

John smiled to himself. He couldn't wait for the yoghurt pack to magically disappear.

*

Prompt: Choice by @calaisreno

Tags: @helloliriels , @topsyturvy-turtely , @lisbeth-kk , @keirgreeneyes , @jamielovesjam , @gaylilsherlock , @peanitbear , @topsyturvy-turtely .

(Sorry for the delay in participation.)

[polyamships]

[ID: “Polyam Shipping Day / 14th of every month”. Next to the text is a red infinity sign that finishes in a heart on top. Above the text are rows of stylized hearts in the colors of both versions of the polyam pride flag (black, red, bright blue, light green, dark green, light blue, navy). /end ID]      

November 14th 2022 is our 22nd Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is: ❓ Choice 💭

Thoughts on the theme for anyone who wants a little more inspiration: it could be about choosing a partner to go to an important event with, or about not having to choose between anyone. Or maybe it’s about the characters making a choice to be a family together. If you want to go the angst route, it could be about a situation in which a character must choose a partner to leave behind. Or if you decide to go the fluff way, maybe the characters are choosing what to watch on the polycule’s night in. Could be impactful choices, where to study, live, take a job, or more everyday ones like what to wear, what to eat. Maybe something about fate and making their own path, choosing what they want to do. Perhaps being a tie breaker in arguments or the deciding vote.

We’ll be tracking #PolyamShippingDay, and keeping an eye out for any @polyamships mentions too. We will reblog any polyam-positive fanworks featuring polyamorous ships of any configuration/type from any fandom. All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

You can also submit works directly to the blog or send us asks to let us know to check your blog for a post. If you’re posting on AO3, our collection name is ‘PolyamShippingDay‘ and you can post to the collection here. Only fanworks submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official AO3 collection will be included in our roundup. Please also let us know what prompt you created for, if any - people are always welcome to create for past prompts instead.

We now have a Discord - invite here - if you want a place to chat about your ships or what you’re creating for them.

We look forward to seeing what people create for it. If you’re enthused about the day, we’d be especially appreciative of any reblogs to help spread the word about the event.

[declamationark]

DPxDC prompt: Danny Phantom is an extremely high-level threat due to his capabilities and experience battling against his ghostly enemies. Batman is creating a contingency plan for him and Constantine's advice, as the one who dances the tango with the Infinite Realms? A bone-weary sigh of "plop him down a telly and put on a NASA documentary or something. It's like you haven't been dealing with teen kids for decades now fer fuck's sake."

[nerdpoe]

Danny, due to his biology of being half dead, can eat very questionable things and not die. He decides to start a youtube channel with this.

He buys obvious shitty supplements online, clear and obvious scams, and takes them as directed for a month.

Then he reports what they did to him, and sends the samples to get tested. He's gotten more than a few scammers arrested by providing solid evidence that they used hazardous materials to make their product.

He gets away with this by claiming to have the power of abnormal metabolism, or an "iron stomach", so toxins aren't as likely to hurt him.

One of his viewers sends him an unmarked bottle of pills, saying that if he doesn't take the entire bottle on a livestream, they'll blow up a city.

Danny does his livestream, and goes out of his way to use the entire bottle of pills in extravagant recipes. By the end of it he's created a five course meal, all with the pills cooked/melted in, and it's become a mukbang.

The villain who sent it is watching the livestream pissed off, because they didn't specify how to take the pills, so this technically counts. The heroes they have trapped are losing their minds with concern.

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

50 WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF “SAID”

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “said” in your writing? Try using these words/phrases instead:

stated

commented

declared

spoke

responded

voiced

noted

uttered

iterated

explained

remarked

acknowledged

mentioned

announced

shouted

expressed

articulated

exclaimed

proclaimed

whispered

babbled

observed

deadpanned

joked

hinted

informed

coaxed

offered

cried

affirmed

vocalized

laughed

ordered

suggested

admitted

verbalized

indicated

confirmed

apologized

muttered

proposed

chatted

lied

rambled

talked

pointed out

blurted out

chimed in

brought up

wondered aloud

(NOTE: Keep in mind that all of these words have slightly different meanings and are associated with different emotions/scenarios.)

[call-me-strega]

Dc x DP Prompt #8: Best Friend’s Brother

Preface: this prompt can be used with different characters but I’m writing it as Dead on Main bc that’s my favorite. Also the colleges I mention are real colleges from the DCU

~~~

Danny Fenton was 18 when he moved to Gotham for college.

It was the only place with a half decent engineering program that would take a kid with his record; drop in grades, unexplained absences, missing class, a disciplinary record, etc. Plus there was a decent saturation of both magic and ectoplasm in Gotham’s air. After he got accepted he decided to tell his parents he was Phantom. They reacted surprisingly well all things considered. They were horrified to learn they’d been hunting their son but it quickly turned into acceptance to listen to what he had to tell them. Now they turned their obsession from hunting ghosts to learning more about ghost more humanely. He also managed to get his former rouges to agree to call off any major shenanigans in favor of less destructive outlets. (He got Ember a TikTok and a YouTube channel, he set up a drag racing circuit in the realms for Johnny and Kitty, let Technus enter the internet as long as he stayed within Amity’s grid or help Ember manage her stuff, allowed Desiree grant wishes for Make a Wish Foundation kids so long as she didn’t horribly twist them, etc.)

Now with the town not at constant risk of danger and his parents agreeing to really handle any rouge ghosts, Danny could leave Amity with a clear conscience. His friends were also growing up and heading to their own colleges. Tucker was heading to Ivy University in New England, which rivaled MIT in terms technological prestige, and Sam decided on Vandermeer University in Pittsburg, which had a reputation for being a very liberal, anti-authority campus. Although their trio would be spread out, Danny found comfort in the fact that they’d all moved from the Midwest to the Northeast.

With promises to stay in touch a visit. Danny got set up in GCU’s dorms, ready to move into the next chapter of his life.

~

Danny Fenton was 20 when Tim Drake (age 19 but nearing 20) officially became one of his best friends.

They had been introduced to each other by their mutual friend Sebastian Ives for a new Warlocks and Warriors campaign. Their friendship extended beyond WnW when they ended up on the same Applied Physics and Mechanics class. It was cemented when they got pair up for a project in class and had to spend lots of time around each other.

Danny didn’t mind that Tim tended to be a bit flaky and Tim didn’t mind that Danny was possibly not 100% human. They didn’t ask each other too many questions about that stuff. They knew the other had something odd about him and that was fine with them. It was nice to have a causal friend they could be normal with, without being questioned about their more peculiar behaviors.

They officially became best friends when the built a Rube Goldberg machine with a working trebuchet within an hour of the three they had to complete it for their Applied Phys-Mech final. Danny introduced Tim to Sam, Tucker and Jazz. Tim introduced him to Steph, Tam, and Cass. They texted and hung out fairly often. They truly did consider each other one their best friends.

~

Danny Fenton is 22 when he meets Tim’s family.

Tim’s 21st birthday is coming up and he has plans with his family the day of and is going out with his friends, including a couple from out of town, that night. They want to take him out for his first drink and it’s fortunate timing since it’s the weekend so nobody has to worry about classes. Everyone who was going was already informed that Tim would be spending most of the day with his family before Steph and Cass would bring to the club everyone was meeting up at. Which is why it’s purely a coincidence when he runs into them at BatBurger during the lunch rush.

Danny had just picked up the part-time job to earn a little extra cash to pay for his hobbies. Tim new about it but didn’t know the exact location he worked. That’s why they were both presently surprised when they heard each others voices in the drive through. When they pulled up to window Danny saw his friend leaning over a tired looking black-haired man, trying to stick his head out of the drivers window to give Danny a maniacal grin.

He quickly introduced the other passengers of the car as his dad, Bruce, and three of his brothers Dick, Jason, and Duke. He mentioned he had a fourth brother, Damian, who was still at home. Danny couldn’t really see everyone all that well on account of they were inside a car but he happily greeted them as well. They laughed and Danny wished Tim a happy birthday saying he’d see him at his celebration later tonight before handing them their food. He could the rowdy boys ribbing their brother as the car drove away and Danny resumed his work.

That incident seemed to have opened a gate because now Tim felt more comfortable inviting him over when his brothers were still around the house. He occasionally talked about his family more and Danny returned the favor letting snippets of his own family spill a little more. Occasionally, he’d see Tim’s family outside of his interactions with Tim.

He’d run into Damian, and sometimes Bruce or Dick was with him, at the museum or in the park while the younger had been walking his dog and stopped to say hi a couple of times. He chatted with Dick a couple of times when they were both in line to get coffee at a cafe. He saw Duke on a college tour once and waved at him.

The family member he probably saw the most other that Tim (and by extension Cass) was actually Jason. He’d ended up ditching BatBurger to get some more practical experience at an apprenticeship at the auto shop Jason went to to get his motorcycle serviced. The two of them got along pretty well and would often make conversation when Jason was waiting on his bike to be ready or to get his bill.

At first is was small talk about little things like how he and Tim were doing in class or how their days were going but they soon grew to have genuine interests in each other. Jason let Danny talk about space and mechanics and even gave his own thoughts sometimes, once helping Danny realize he was over complicating the circuit board of the device he was building. In return Danny let Jason ramble to him about literature, even taking the initiative to read a book Jason mentioned so he could talk to him about it better. Their conversation tended to be on the briefer side but were always enjoyable to both parties.

Danny actually liked being around Jason a lot but didn’t really bring that fact up a lot around Tim as it didn’t seem necessary. Tim was pretty glad that Danny got along with his family but he preferred to keep them in separate places in his mind. Danny knew and respected that, only really mentioning that he’d seen them recently and that they’d told him to say hi on their behalf (or die in Damian’s case occasionally).

~

Tim Drake was 22 when he came to a horrific realization.

Well, perhaps horrific was a bit of an exaggeration. Tim wasn’t necessarily horrified by the revelation. In all honesty he didn’t know how to feel. He felt an odd mixture of protectiveness, possessiveness, confusion, and optimism(?).

You see, Tim and Danny had been hanging out in the campus center, studying and goofing off when he got a text from Jason saying he was coming to pick him up for family dinner at the manor since he was closest and Dick was busy picking up Duke and Damian from their after school clubs.

“What’s up?” Danny asked him curiously.

Tim set his phone on the table and started putting his stuff away. “My brother is coming to pick me up for family dinner so I gotta head out soon.”

“Ah well I should probably get going too. Tell Dick I said hi.”

“Actually, it’s Jason. Dick is picking up Duke and Damian,” he said shoving his textbook into his bag.

“Oh? That’s nice of him. Hey do you wanna just head out together?” Danny asked, fidgeting with his hoodie strings.

Tim noticed a slight strain in Danny’s voice at the mention of Jason but didn’t comment. He just nodded his head sure and walked outside with Danny. They got out to the street when Tim realized he’d left his phone in the library. He faced palmed and asked Danny if he could hold his stuff so it wouldn’t slow him down as he ran back to the campus center to get his phone. Danny agreed to and hold his stuff and wait for Jason while Tim went back.

After getting his phone Tim started heading back to where he left Danny when he saw that Jason had arrived that Jason had arrived and was talking to Danny. He was about to call out to them when he noticed several things in quick succession. Danny was fidgeting with his hoodie, something he tended to do when nervous. The tips of Danny’s ears were a light shade of pink (it isn’t cold out yet?). Danny looked deeply absorbed in his conversation with Jason in a way that reminded Tim of how he talked about space. And Jason seemed just as absorbed in the conversation as well.

The gears in Tim’s head went into overdrive and he realized ‘Ah- Danny has a crush on Jason’. His eyes widened as his head whipped around to examine Jason again. He saw a look of genuine fondness in his eyes. Thus Tim was confronted with the aforementioned horrific realization and complicated feelings. Tim didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or both.

‘My dumbass best friend has a crush on my brother. And worse(?), my idiot brother returns those feelings.’

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #4

Viral Thirst Trap AU:

The only thing Danny could feel right now was complete and utter humiliation. As always, it started off as a joke. Tiktok was something Amity Park didn’t have access to for a while considering the fact that they were cut off from the rest of the world until a few months ago when Technus and Tucker teamed up to fix the media blackout.

Amity Park debated on this topic heavily weighing the pros and cons and eventually decided on the outside world only knowing about things Amity Park allowed. Meaning unless an Amity Parker posted it on social media platform meant for the public, no one would know. Hacking would be impossible without ghost resistant tech and visitors wouldn’t be able to expose anything without it so truly there was no downside to this unless someone slipped.

Inside jokes on Phantom and Amity Park were a norm often leaving others confused before scrolling and moving on. In fact most of the posts coming from Amity Park are ignored by the masses. But not this one. No this time someone just had to post a thirst trap edit of him under the “think I need someone older” sound with the caption “when he fits the Bill 😍😍“ on tiktok.

And he knows it’s meant to tease him because of the Invis-o-Bill reference (which fuck whoever’s acc that was for bringing that up) but why did it have to go viral?? Like yes he knows this is a joke on him being “older” because of time travel shenanigans and “colder” because of his ice and “take the weight off your shoulders” because he’s a hero. But why??

Now he had people simping over him and wanting to know more about him and Amity Park (and man where they overjoyed to let others know about their local (and favorite) hero). And just when he thought his undead life couldn’t get any worse, the fucking JL had to show up after he was kidnapped (summoned) by some crazy ass cult. Even worse, their sidekicks immediately recognized him as the quote unquote “hot dead hero from tiktok”. Someone finish killing him now.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Camp

The Batfam force Damian to go to summer camp to socialize with kids his own age and have some normal childhood experiences

That’s all well and good, but normal does not describe his cabin’s councilor, one Daniel “for the love of Ancients call me Danny” Fenton

Between the son of the bat and a Fenton, camp is going to be weird

[noxcheshire]

HOT TAKE

But I like the idea of the phantom world being reincarnated into very unexpected people.

Like I still love the idea of Danny being Martha or Thomas.

Or Dani being another clone, or her being Damian, and Sam being Poison Ivy and or Martha, etc.

But I also like the unhinged nonsense of Sam being a clone in the dc world — ideally Kon, and Dani (or Dan) being Bruce, while Vlad is gasp Thomas Wayne.

HEAR ME OUT

JUST HEAR ME OUT

I just think the idea of Danny finding out that in an alternate world he married a nicer and age appropriate Vlad and had the son the guy has been demanding for so long in their world is hilarious.

The absolute mental breakdown that boy will go through: this is my son, and I love him, look at him go being a hero and kicking ass, but holy fucking Ancients above I fucked VLAD —

And on the other hand, can you imagine Bruce’s reaction? To his alternate mom being a sassy teenage boy, his alternate dad being an older guy ‘preying’ on this kid that absolutely HATES the guy, and being an absolute creep while his alt self **gestures to your choosing** is either a tiny girl menace or the biggest and meanest growling ghost that is BARELY tolerating being in the same space as the living.

But they also hate his alternate dad and would punch him into next week with Mom! Danny.

This man will being going THROUGH IT.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a slightly scribbly Eddie for @akemima's promptlist, day one - cool outfit! well, i don't know if its Cool, but it sure is an outfit!

[polyamships]

November 2022 Polyam Shipping Day roundup  

This month we had 9 entries across 9 fandoms. They’re posted in  the list below – if we’ve missed any please feel free to send us a  message.

The Shadowhunter Chronicles: The Mortal Instruments: Choices as Fragile as Glass (fanfic) by @xnicowritesx​ (Clary Fray x Jace Wayland x Simon Lewis)

The Silmarillion: A Death Which Cannot Choose (fanfic) by @jaz-the-bard​ (Idril Celebrindal x Maeglin x Tuor)

DCTV: The Flash: moodboard by @purpleyin​ (Barry Allen x Caitlin Snow x Iris West)

My Chemical Romance RPF: The Right One (fanfic) by @100percent-unimpressed​ (Gerard Way x Frank Iero x Mikey Way)

Star-crossed Myth: Aligned Wishes (fanfic) by @fang-and-feather​ (Leon x Karno x Original Character)

Star Trek: Voyager: Ménage a Troi (fanfic) by Red_Passion (Brigitte x Katrine x Mademoiselle de neuf)

Friday Night Dinner: You Have Us (fanfic) by AustisticWriter (Jacqueline Jackie Goodman x Jim Bell x Martin Goodman)

Red Dead Redemption: Love & Non-Marriage, Love & Marriage (fanfic) by whichstoodonrockyshores (Mary-beth Gaskill x Kieran Duffy x Sean Macguire)

Final Fantasy XIV: Choice (fanfic) by @theoreticalconstruct (Aymeric de Borel x Estinien Wyrmblood x Haurchefant Greystone)

Thanks to everyone who took part. We’ll be announcing a new Polyam Shipping Day theme for December soon.

Gentle reminder that if you want your fanwork to be included in the roundup it needs to either be submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official ao3 collection, and if not uploaded on the day in question let us know what prompt it’s for.

[nerdpoe]

Johnny and Kitty get bored. This is bad.

They find Phantom's summoning sigil and decide to fuck with him.

They sneak into the human world, find some back alley tattoo shops, and sell it as a "super cool" design.

They did not expect for it to blow the fuck up in popularity.

They did not know that a human wearing the sigil of an Infinite Realms Being meant that they were soulbound to that Being. That it made them technically priests of that particular Being. That it means being entitled to that Being's protection.

Whenever a bearer of that Sigil is in danger, Phantom is automatically summoned.

Unfortunately, there's a certain hero who just lost a bet, and decided to get that newer popular tattoo.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 89

 The young justice team is in a bit of a pickle. It had been a usual mission, Klarion causing mischief again, before someone had mentioned the date. 

 The literal chaos lord had shrieked, stopping his attack, and asked for clarification. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea because one moment they were in Happy Harbour, and the next they’re somewhere else with green everywhere and floating islands. 

 And Klarion doesn’t explain- not that they were expecting him to- and just bolts into a… wow that is a very big and scary looking castle. Keep? Honestly it’s if someone combined a gothic citadel with a clocktower of some sort. 

 Not important, because they had chased after Klarion who uh… Oh no, that is a Very big entity, that is two Very Big entities that could crush them in their fingers. And they are now stuck in this place seeing as the portal closed behind them. 

 Honestly Klarion is happy he made it home before curfew! Even if he had to bring his sort-of-friends with him to make it in time. It’s not his fault, he’s not used to having a guardian, nevermind two! Not to mention siblings, which he’s now the oldest of too, so he has to be a positive influence. Like teaching them how to properly do chaos without destroying a world. 

 Oh, but this is perfect anyway, one of his dads has been wanting to talk to the speedsters anyway, and his other dad is still under house arrest for the whole, trying to take over the living realm thing. But that’s not important, he has little siblings to introduce! 

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : *playing scrabble with Price* I win!

Captain Price : Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. There is no such word as that!

Y/N : There certainly is! 😌

Captain Price : Fine, I’ll look it up, and if it isn’t in the dictionary, I win.

Y/N : We don’t have a dictionary.

Captain Price : Yes we do.

Y/N : Not anymore, the robbers took it!

Captain Price : They stole our dictionary?

Y/N : That’s right, too bad 😙

Captain Price : Love, “disdam” is not a word, you made it up.

Y/N : It’s a word!

Captain Price : Fine. Use it in a sentence then.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N : You’re no good at this disdam game! *get up and walks away*

Captain Price : *in shock because ego just got hurt*

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay okay but no one believes Peter is in a relationship. Sure people know he changed his Facebook status a few months back. But no one else was connected to it.

" My boyfriend doesn't have a facebook "

So yeah a lot of his college classmates think that he is lying about it. Sure some of them could admit that Peter was cute adorable even but they just can't picture this nerd who wore big sweaters, baggy clothes and sweatshirt to have any game.

Then, the day someone mixed some chemicals wrong during their lab day. Beakers exploded. Splashing stuff everywhere. Classmates quickly having to strip jackets and shirts off before the chemicals soak in and burn the skin.

" Oh shit Parker "

People turn to look at Peter, who has a bright blush spreading. His neck and chest and abs( yes, he had a small 6pack who knew!) It was covered in hickey's and bite marks.

They were even more surprised when the mysterious boyfriend actually shows up with a change of clothes.