#sorry there aren't many danny ones

[shutupdevvie]

would you happen to know of any facetime/cyber sex fics? could be for any of the boys, but danny would definitely be preferred.

hi !! i want to apologize immediately and say that i only know of a few danny fics that fit this and i wish i knew of more of them :(( these are gonna be a mix of phone sex and facetime sex and then i think i did a snapchat fic and a texting blurb and yeah. also most of these are josh because i guess he's just a phone sex bitch idk.

Angel by @jake-kiszkas-smirk (danny // tbh this is not phone sex. it's phone sex adjacent. there's a phone and there's sex and they're kind of related so i decided to include it)

Across the Miles by @gretavanlace (josh)

You've Got Me by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine (josh)

hard candy by @garbagevanfleet (this is actually cam boy! josh so)

snapchat by @godlygreta (sammy)

Special Delivery by @ficthots (josh // this is a longer fic that's super cute and really good overall plus it has a facetime sex scene)

Looking Glass by @streamingcolors-gvf (josh)

1-800-STUD by @gretasmokerising (one of the only true phone sex danny fics i could find and it's a phone sex hotline so)

D-A-R-K by @arcaneblaine (alt! josh // this is another one that's longer and the phone sex scene isn't fully fledged out but it still makes my stomach turn so i'm adding it)

Cyber Sex by @groggyvanfleet (sammy)

if anyone else has any recommendations, please leave them because i, too, love phone sex fics and would like to read more of them :)))

[suzukiblu]

Excerpt from an in-progress DP x DC soulmate AU starring Jazz Fenton, a very unfortunate mugger, and a smoothie. Oh, and I guess Jason is there too.

Jazz meets her soulmate in, of all places, Park Row. Or as the locals call it, Crime Alley.

Seems about right for her life, she decides as she kicks the shit out of the guy who was trying to stab him for his wallet fifteen seconds ago. Her soulmate watches her curiously, seeming unconcerned by the fuss, and takes a sip of his smoothie.

Also seems about right, for her soulmate. A guy who got too nervous when necessary violence happened was not going to survive Thanksgiving in Amity Park, much less Christmas.

Well, it is Gotham.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi, sorry, one sec," Jazz says, then leans over the groaning mugger and offers him a card to the best local crisis center she's managed to track down via research and word of mouth in the four months she's been in Gotham. Not her card, obviously, since she just roundhouse-kicked the guy in the head to protect her soulmate from him and that's arguably a conflict of interest. Or close enough, anyway. "So you should check these guys out, they've got a very high success rate in their job program and there's an associated food bank and rent assistance, if you qualify."

"What?" the mugger says dazedly.

"Also if you ever touch my soulmate again I'll make you wish for the cold mercy of the Infinite Realms," Jazz adds pleasantly. The guy goes very, very pale. Then he snatches the card from her and runs for his life and eternal soul.

"This is the nicest thing the universe has ever done to me," her soulmate muses, taking another sip of his smoothie.

"Getting you mugged?" Jazz asks wryly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Are you religious? Do you want kids?" her soulmate asks. "Also, who's your favorite Bat?"

"Robin, obviously," Jazz says. "The overdramatic and feral little stabby one, I mean. He reminds me of my little brother. Makes me feel a little bit maternal, to be honest. So that answers two out of three, and as far as religion goes, I only believe in Psychology Today, highly customized guns, and my mom's ninth-degree black belt."

"This better not awaken anything in me," her soulmate mutters under his breath.

"That seems unlikely, or we wouldn't be soulmates," Jazz says.

"Point," he says, sipping his smoothie again. Jazz didn't even know anywhere in Crime Alley sold smoothies, but she is new around here. "Wanna go break my bed? Or maybe go get coffee?"

"You've already got a smoothie," Jazz says.

"So I do," he says.

Jazz looks him over. He's her soulmate, so she's not surprised to find him gorgeous. She wasn't ever expecting a familial soulmate–Danny is a very intense sibling to have, and her parents are very intense parents to have, not to mention everything about Dani, and "soulcousins" aren't typically a thing–and she's never been especially interested in keeping around too many close friends, so considering all that, she was already expecting her soulmate to be a romantic one. If they are platonic, it's definitely only going to be because her soulmate is an aromantic asexual. Which he probably isn't, since he already asked about kids and religion and if she wanted to go break his bed.

Then again, she's met people who'll posture worse than that. Especially guys, and especially ace ones with a clear investment in their masculinity, and given this particular guy is built like a brick house could only dream to be, chances are he has some feelings about his masculinity. Though he's also drinking a visibly pink smoothie, not a neutral-colored protein shake or generic black coffee, so . . . fifty-fifty there, maybe?

Further inquiry will probably be required.

"I'm Jazz," she tells him. "What's your name?"

"Robin," he says. Then he–pauses. Blinks. "I mean–Robin."

He looks very confused for a second, and Jazz blinks too, and refocuses her eyes a bit. Oh, is he–

"Are you overshadowing that guy?" she assumes. For the love of–of course her soulmate would be a ghost, she thinks dryly. Who'd want a soulmate their mom and dad wouldn't want to grill for information and ask a thousand invasive questions, after all? "I mean, he's really hot, don't get me wrong, he looks good on you, but I'd rather meet you for real."

"'Overshadowing'?" Robin looks bemused.

"I'm Danny's sister," Jazz clarifies. Robin does not look less bemused. "You know, the new king?"

"What?" Robin says. Jazz frowns a little, feeling a bit bemused herself.

"Do you not get out much?" she asks.

"Never, actually, but also yes and constantly and way too often," Robin says. "My job is kind of demanding that way."

"What's your job?" Jazz asks curiously. Ghosts' jobs are always interesting, even if only for how they interact and manifest with their Obsessions. She wonders what his Obsession is, actually, because smoothies seem like an unlikely option but she doesn't have much else to go on here.

Can't be weirder than Box Ghost, either way.

"I'm a Bat," Robin says, then looks absolutely alarmed and also absolutely horrified.

"Huh," Jazz says, tilting her head. He seems really big to be one of the Robins, and a little too old besides. A year or two younger than her, maybe, and even the older Robin she's pretty sure is at best Danny's age. Though that's assuming this body is the one he fights crime in, admittedly. Although it's kinda funny if one of the Bats is just named Robin. Must get annoying on patrol, though. "I didn't know any of you were dead, but I guess that's not actually a surprise either, given the profession."

"Why did I say that to you?" Robin asks tightly.

"I told you, I'm the new king's sister," Jazz says. "You know, it's the royal family thing. Technically I'm his regent, legally speaking, but only because I'm better at paperwork and he doesn't count as a legal adult in the Infinite Realms yet. Hasn't been dead long enough, you know how it is. But I've been alive long enough to, apparently? But his 'being alive' technically stopped tracking at fourteen. It's complicated, basically."

"What the fuck does that mean?!" Robin demands.

"It means you can't lie to me because you're one of my brother's subjects," Jazz says, really not understanding his reaction. Every ghost knows this, after all. The only ones who wouldn't know it are too young to be away from their guardians' haunts or even leave the Infinite Realms at all. Definitely a ghost who knows how to overshadow someone this thoroughly and fully is old enough and experienced enough to know it, though. "Whose body is that, anyway?"

"It's my father's," Robin says. Jazz's eyes widen a little and she has several very concerned internal reactions before he chokes and sputters–"I mean–it's not–he's not–!"

"You realize there is no healthy way to mean that, right?" Jazz says. Robin looks frustrated and freaked out and she feels bad about it, because she didn't mean or want to upset him, but she clearly has. "Sorry. I mean, I still secretly feel like I'm the one parenting my parents half the time, you're not the only one with weird feelings about yours."

"I'm his," Robin says, then grits his teeth in visible pain. He's this close to crushing the smoothie cup he's holding but hasn't actually done it. Jazz wonders if that's an example of deliberate self-control or subconscious restraint.

She's pretty sure Robin didn't mean to say that, though.

"Are you okay?" she asks, a little concerned. Normally ghosts just stop talking about things they want to lie about, when they realize who she is.

"No," Robin says. "I'm just his. I've always been his, I always will be, his good soldier, his worst mistake, not his actual fucking son, why am I telling you this?!"

"I don't know," Jazz says, frowning in increased concern. "Usually people can work around the inability to lie a little bit, but you sound like you're being compelled to speak. Increasingly like, actually. Hm. What's your Obsession? And what kind of core do you have?"

"What?" he says.

"They might be making you unstable, is all," Jazz says. "I don't think it'd be a soulmate thing but to be fair I don't really know how that works. Are you dead, or are you a manifestation of something?"

"I'm dead," Robin says, staring at her. "That bastard clown beat my head in with a crowbar and blew up what was left of me. I woke up in my grave and–I–how did you know that?"

"Well, I didn't, that's why I asked," Jazz says reasonably, idly wondering why the Joker isn't dead yet, since this is Gotham and obviously it wouldn't be another "bastard clown" Robin was referencing, even if he wasn't a Bat. But like, at least dead via the court system, if nothing else. The Joker is insane, yes, but no one can argue he doesn't know right from wrong at this point. Does New Jersey just not have the death penalty, maybe? She hasn't thought to check. "Maybe it's the guy you're in? He's not drunk or high or anything, is he?"

"I hate drugs," Robin says, gritting his teeth again; tightening his grip on the smoothie again. He's trembling, just barely. "I hate them. I'd never touch them. I don't know what you are. You're scaring me. Please stop."

He definitely didn't mean to say that, Jazz can tell.

But . . . he doesn't know what she is.

He doesn't know.

Well, that's a problem.

"Robin," she says gently, and for some reason his face twists painfully at the sound of his own name. "Can I see your core? Please?"

[hypewinter]

A continuation of this

It was amazing how interesting the hors d'oeuvre table became when one was avoiding social interaction. Danny pouted as he filled yet another plate with the tiny little snack foods. He should have listened to Mom. She had warned him he wouldn't like the party but he insisted on coming too. But how could he resist? When he heard all the fun stories his uncles told, he wanted to see for himself. And his grandpa had been so happy that he wanted to come too. Danny thought he would be in for a night of excitement especially since he'd be able to stay up past his bedtime yet instead he was currently bored out of his mind. He was also incredibly uncomfortable.

Danny didn't like how all these older people kept coming up to him and asking him weird questions or squeezing his cheeks. His mom and uncles tried to intercept as many people as possible but some people had gotten to him and. Danny didn't complain though as he's the one who wanted to come anywhere and he didn't want to seem like a brat. Plus he was still holding out hope that one of his uncles would do something interesting and if he complained, he might be taken home early.

That's why Danny had taken to avoiding his mom. She was very good at reading him and was even teaching him how to read others. If she saw him it would take 0.2 seconds for her to realize he didn't want to be here anymore. Mom was really nice so she would probably take him back home when she noticed. But Danny was a big boy and big boys suck it up for uncomfortable parties that they begged to attend. Though he still wished Sam were here. Sam? Who's Sam? He couldn't remember. There were a lot of things Danny couldn't remember. Even when he tried really hard to.

"Ah so this is the newest Wayne brat!"

Danny was pulled from his thoughts and looked up to see a man staring down at him. The man's blonde hair was very shiny. Must be full of a lot of that gel Uncle Damian liked to use. But he had put on too much and now his head looked all flat and shiny. But maybe the man liked being shiny since he had a lot of gold jewelry on too.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?" the man said harshly, his lazy brown eyes boring into Danny. His body language was practically screaming How dare you? Better than you. This man seemed to sway quite a lot too. Was he drunk? Mom had warned him to stay away from drunk people but it would be rude to just walk away wouldn't it?

Instead Danny put down his plate and signed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. You just have really pretty jewelry sir."

The man's glare only intensified. "Huh? Whazzat? Talk damnit!" He began to project annoyance.

Danny furrowed his brows slightly. The man had said a bad word. You're not supposed to say bad words around children. At least that's what Grandpa Alfred had taught him when Uncle Jason got in trouble for saying one near him. It was also frustrating that this man didn't know any sign language.

Nevertheless, Danny pulled out his phone and opened the notes app. He clicked on the first page which read, "I'm sorry, I have limited speech and use sign language to communicate. However I can use this notepad instead." He held it up for the man to read.

Yet again the man didn't seem to be satisfied as he retorted, "You can speak but you choose not to? You're an arrogant little brat aren't you?" Angry. How dare you think you're above me? Uh oh.

Danny quickly scrolled down to a blank space so that he could explain it wasn't like that but he never got the chance. The man snatched the phone from Danny's hands.

"Listen you little turd," the man hissed, leaning in close. It took all the self control in Danny's body not to gag at his breath. "You may think you're all high and mighty just because you got lucky but make no mistake. You're just gutter trash. Just like all the other pests Wayne brought into his household and just like your mother."

Tears pricked at Danny's eyes. That wasn't true. Neither his uncles nor his mother were trash. They were good people. The nicest people ever. They saved Danny from that terrible terrible place and gave him lots of hugs and sweets and warmth. This man didn't know what he was talking about.

The man continued, "You'll do well to respect me as unlike you and your little pretend family, I actually come from a distinguished background. I'm not some orphan from an unknown background whose parents probably sold him for drug money. Do you hear me?" Hostile. Don't mess with me!

"If I tell you to speak to me, you speak to me. Is that clear?" You're beneath me. Know your place.

Danny didn't know how much longer he could keep the tears at bay. Luckily he didn't have to.

"Is there a problem?" There she was. Mom! In all of her glory. Her hair done up in a little bun and dressed in a suit matching his. He had actually picked it out for her.

Danny rushed over to her and clung to her leg. Not trash he projected. My family. Meanwhile, the man's attitude did a complete 180. "Ah Ms. Cassandra it's so nice to see you again! I was just complimenting your little one on how cute his suit looked on him!"

Mom ignored him and looked to Danny instead.

What happened?

Insulted you. Insulted my family. Mean man. Bad man.

Cass gently patted Danny's head. He loved when she did that. Okay now. Don't worry.

Mom turned back to the man. "For someone so much better than everyone, you really like hanging out in the Bowery," she said. I know your secret.

The man stiffened. Does she know? How does she know? "I'm really not sure what you're referring to Ms. Wayne." Nervous. Agitated.

Mom didn't say anything. Just leveled a stare at the man. His smile began slipping in the awkward silence. Panicked. Must leave.

"Well I should probably be going now. I feel like I've had too much to drink. Perhaps I'll go sit down," the man said quickly, excusing himself and disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was out of sight, Cass turned back to Danny. Okay? Danny buried his face into her leg. Wanna go home. In the next moment, Danny felt himself being picked up and cradled in his mother's arms. Let's go home, she portrayed with a smile. Danny desperately clung to her suit as his bottom lip wobbled.

"Sorry," he whispered. He wanted her to know he really meant it. That he was truly sorry.

He felt a kiss be planted on his forehead. "Don't be," Mom replied. Danny wrapped his arms around her neck and closed his eyes, finally letting the tears he'd been holding at bay fall. He took in the warmth and love his mother showered over him. His family wasn't trash. They were his saviors.

[metalotaku-da]

So many cross overs so narrow of common hero choices. Let's expand a little.

"Rip what the hell is that?"

"It appears sir, to be a small human child. Around the developmental stage of 4-5"

"Even you know better than to cuss infront of kids.

"I was gone for five minutes."

"Actually I snapped you back to a minute after you left."

"Are You misser booser gol?"

"Yeah kid that's me. You a fan or something who got into something you shouldn't to find me?"

"No. Clockie said tis for you." Hands a sticky note to booster.

Note reads: this is Danny. You will care for him from now on. See this as payment for resetting your time line safely. If you even try pass him off to Bruce wayne/batman, I will ensure your entire familial line never touched time traversing. And you stayed forever trapped in the 31st century. -clockwork master ancient of all time. P.s. there is not conning your way out of this. I will hunt down every ancestor or decendant for all time.

"This looks very serious sir. Congratulations sir you are a father Now"

"Wow kid. Clockie must hate you. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not that bad of an option. Obviously I was judged better that batsy."

"Clockie ass hero I want to say wiff."

"OH kiddo and you asked for the greatest hero boostergold?"

"I wike space. He say geen lanern is space. He take care of me."

"I'm so sorry sir, you have already disappointed your new child. Should I take a commemorative photo of this milestone moment for you?"

"No" "yes skeets"

Camera flashes.

"I shall add this photo to a new album labeled baby book. It is labeled Danny's first disappointment, sir."

"Thank you skeets." X2 one sarcastic one pleased.

"I wan geen lanern."

"Think you're gonna need help anyway Micheal. Call one of them. Not guy."

"I would never co-parent with guy. What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

"Rip takes you as the utmost idiot sir. As does most of the justice league sir."

"Thanks skeets."

"You are most welcome sir."

"Can I pay wif the talking space ship?"

"Sure kid." Pushes skeets into the kids hands.

"I do not believe I am rated for physical interaction by children under 10 sir."

"To bad skeets." Picks up Danny who looks up at him instead of at skeets to smile all teeth. "Holy shit are those fangs? We are going to go see my friend Ted now. He will know what to do."

"He will atleast know not to cuss infront of kids. Don't know about the rest."

"Is ted geen lanern?"

Cue shenanigans. They were roommates, but adopted a child.

"Does Batman know you stole a child from him?" <- Jaime when he visits.

"Do not even joke like that. My existence is at stake."

"Batsy is the new beetle juice. In this house."

"Are You geen lanern?"

"Sorry kid I am blue beetle."

"Should I take a picture for Danny's third disappointment since becoming your child sir?"

"No skeets."

"3rd? How long you had him?"

"A week"

"Ouch. Hey kiddo why do you want to meet green lantern? Aren't these guys just as cool?"

"Considering the average human body temperature is 98.6 degrees I do not believe they qualify as cool sir." Jaime is picking up danny to hold on his hip.

"Clockie says geen lanern is space." Danny smiles.

"Are those fangs? Is this a meta kid? You like space? My scarab is from space. Isn't that just as... Oh My, no scarab!" Scarab starts to go into protect host mode while screaming danger desteoy threat in Jaime head just as Danny's eyes start to glow green at the statement and his mouth splits inhumanly wide with even more teeth. Ted and Michael scramble to grab Danny and move him away from Jaime till he gets control of the scarab again. But Danny has a death grip and won't let go of his new friend.

"I do believe sir that your new child qualifies as a meta. Should I take a picture to commemorate your child's first power demonstration sir?"

[toast-tales]

Cursed Cravings: A retold, g/t story of Beauty and the Beast, with a sinister twist.

When he declines to help a beggar woman, wealthy aristocrat Christopher Penn was cursed to adopt a giant form with a terrible, monstrous burden, and the conditions to break the curse seem all but impossible. When a peasant girl, Danny, agrees to take her friend's place as Christopher's captive, he realizes that she may be the last hope of regaining his humanity and breaking the spell for good.

But who could ever care for a monster like him?

This will be an AU of ITWOM involving some familiar characters like Christopher, Danny, Sam, and Nathan - but you don't have to have read the main story to read this one. Lots of things will be changed around, so for all intents and purposes, these aren't the characters you know.

This story will contain g/t, angst, and soft/safe vore later down the road. It's still going to be a lighter read than ITWOM, but be warned nonetheless! This isn't the Beauty and the Beast story you know from Disney.

Read Chapter 1 below:

Chapter 1: Dark Night of the Soul

Contains: ~2k words | Read this story on A03!

It was a night like many others, the night that Christopher Penn's life was changed forever.

A deluge had begun that evening, torrential rain bearing down upon the land with fierce strikes of lightning and thunder rattling the large windows of the mansion—but all this meant for Christopher and his guests was that they wouldn't be able to enjoy the garden out back, and their merriment was restricted to the large indoor space. The music still swelled and filled the air pleasantly, rising above the sounds of the storm outside and making it easy for the partygoers to forget how unpleasant it was outside the walls of Christopher's house.

The host in question flitted from person to person throughout the evening, engaging in the usual small talk and jokes, an easy and charming smile lighting up his face and those of the people he met with. He was a gracious and charismatic host, always making sure that his parties were the grandest, with his guests never wanting for anything. The people in attendance would speak highly of his events, of the balls and the dinner parties, that he was so keen to host. 

On the surface, Christopher seemed rather at ease, full of a charm and grace that would be befitting of someone from a wealthy family. But his actions were all surface level—each word and step he took was carefully choreographed and planned in advance. He was terrified, truly—each person he brought into his home was a potential ally, a potential for advancing his status, but they were also a potential seed to his own destruction.

Christopher had spent every day since his parents had passed rebuilding his family's reputation among the nobility. He could see past their charm—they despised his parents, and in turn, they despised him. His own reputation—the very thing that allowed him to live in such comforts still, to have any amount of power and social standing at all—was fragile and tenuous, and every interaction he had, no matter how seemingly insignificant it was, was an attempt to maintain its strength.

And so, while he seemed completely comfortable in this element, there was a latent anxiety in Christopher, hidden well beneath the surface. 

He almost didn’t hear the knock at the door at first, wrapped up as he was in conversation. But his manservant rushed to his side, rather insistently dragging him away.

“I’m sorry, Chris, she just won’t leave without speaking to you.” Sam’s stride was brisk, and they gave Christopher no choice but to follow. He offered a quick and profuse apology to the noblewoman he’d been entertaining before he caught up to Sam.

“You’re not able to send her away?” Christopher hissed, somewhat tersely. “I can’t be interrupted by every stranger that shows up here. I have guests to attend to.” 

“Hey, I tried!” Sam insisted. “I’m just one guy, and I also have guests of yours to attend to. She keeps coming back. All she wants is a quick word with you. Just humor her, and she’ll be out of your hair.” Sam ran their fingers somewhat anxiously through their own well-groomed locks. “We can just deal with it quietly, before she causes a scene. Some of the guests near the front door are getting a little antsy about it.” 

Christopher sighed wearily as he followed Sam to the main entrance. Perhaps if he had more staff, this wouldn’t be a problem. Most of the house’s staff had left in the fallout of his parents’ demise, with the sole exception being Sam—his personal servant who’d remained as doggedly loyal to him as they had the first day they’d been assigned to care for him. He’d never let on to his guests, but Christopher worked with Sam every day to keep the house in order, even helping cook the meals and clean. He had to keep up appearances as best he could. 

Sam pulled the grand front door open to reveal a woman on the other side—a pauper in beggar’s clothes, tattered and rain-soaked, hunched on his front stoop as she gazed up at Christopher. 

Christopher stood up straight and directed a cold, stern look towards the woman. He could feel several sets of eyes on him, and knew that there was a group of aristocrats watching the scene intently. He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves idly as he spoke, as if he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the woman at all.

“I’m afraid you will have to leave. I have no room for beggars here.” 

The woman shivered slightly, tilting her head up further to meet Christopher’s face. Her eyes were wide and glassy, her face lined with creases from age and stress. “P-please, kind sir, I only need to come in from the storm for a short while. I won’t be any trouble. I…I haven’t eaten in days-”

The people nearby began to whisper, a touch of disgust coloring their tone. 

“This is an exclusive event,” Christopher interjected firmly. “There is a certain decorum that must be maintained. Please leave, or I will contact the authorities to escort you away.” 

If he had been at home alone that evening, he might have afforded some manner of small comfort towards the woman. But he couldn’t be seen sullying his hands with the poor here. 

A pleading, desperate look came to the woman’s face, her features falling into despair. “Sir, I will not survive the night!” Her voice was hoarse and rough, as if sandpaper scraped against the inside of her throat. “You would turn me away, to the mercy of the storm?”

Her cries had gotten louder—more of his guests had turned to look and whisper among themselves, casting uncertain and hesitant glances Christopher’s way. He didn’t need to hear them to know what they were all saying. 

What kind of place is this, where the host entertains beggars?

He is no better than his parents, mingling with such filth.

He doesn’t belong here.

He is not one of us.

He set his jaw and made his stance firm, his dark eyes fixed sharply down at the beggar. He couldn’t let this go on further. “Leave. Your welfare is not my concern.”

The woman’s face became suddenly sharper, each crease and wrinkle fading to a more youthful visage, and her muddy, round eyes transformed to piercing, golden ones. She no longer hunched, but stood straight up, rising to a height that forced even Christopher to look up in awestruck terror. 

“THEN YOU WILL HAVE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, CHRISTOPHER PENN.” 

Her tattered clothes transformed to flowing white robes upon her dark skin, her hair now falling in neat and lovely braids down her back, adorned with gold. 

She cast a scornful, acidic gaze towards Christopher as she looked down on him, each fiber of her being radiating with malice. 

His heart stopped beating—the entire world seemed to have gone silent, save for the strikes of thunder that almost seemed to accentuate every word this woman spoke. Her voice boomed with an unnatural volume throughout the entire hall. He didn’t need to turn around to know that every single person in attendance had heard.

He did his best to hide the quaking in his limbs. He couldn’t lose his composure, even now. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice escaping as nothing but a whisper.

The woman scowled at him, her expression one of pure poison. He could feel himself withering beneath it, despite all his efforts to keep calm. 

“You would not remember me, for the faces you entertain here are simply passing flights of fancy to you. I was your guest, Penn. And I saw past your charm. You use people for your own gain, grasping onto what little power you have like a pathetic child, desperate to rise above your place in the world.” 

She pointed an accusing finger towards him. “You have a vile, black heart, so cruel that you would send a woman away to her death when she asks for but a little kindness.”

“Hey!” Sam spoke up, a little timidly beside Christopher. “You can’t talk about him like-”

“SILENCE.” A loud strike of thunder shook the entire house, rattling the foundation and carrying the woman’s voice to the ears of every patron once again. A blistering wind tore through the open door, making the curtains tremble in its wake. 

Christopher thought that something seemed familiar about the woman—he felt as though he could recall a conversation with her, and she surely must have been at one of his parties. He searched for a name desperately, frantically wracking his brain for this woman’s identity.

“...Sybil?” he croaked, every ounce of confidence having long since left his body. His knees began to tremble, and he worried that they would soon give out completely. “Y-you may come in, I am so very sorry to have offended-”

“You have already failed, Penn. Now you repent, for you see my true form, and the power I wield.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Your fate has already been sealed.”

The world was swallowed in darkness within only the span of a moment, and the screams of Christopher’s guests and Sam became drowned out by an all-encompassing blackness that surrounded him, choking the air from his lungs, squeezing his ribcage until he thought he would burst from the pressure. He could not speak, he could not move, he could not see. If not for the excruciating pain shooting through every fiber of his being, he would have thought he was dead.

“You will no longer hide behind your tawdry facade. A monster within, so a monster you shall become.” 

Sybil’s voice came from all around him, like a harsh winter wind that froze the blood in his veins as it passed over him. Her words had weight to them, laden with something powerful, and far beyond this world’s understanding. 

His body was changing, but in what manner, he had no way to tell. All he could feel was pain—pain and a clawing hunger, like an animal inside of his stomach ripping and tearing at the flesh within, desperate to break out. His head throbbed as sounds swirled in his mind, indistinguishable from each other as they rose into a crescendo of noise, and the silence turned to a deafening cacophony. Voices, screams, shouting, but no words he could make out. He thought that he could hear Sam, amidst all the chaos, but he couldn’t be sure.

And then, before the darkness of his vision cleared to reveal the full extent of the horror that awaited him, he was assaulted by the wave of a strong smell he couldn’t place, a scent that filled his lungs and made the desperate animal within his gut writhe and twist in agony. It was like the scent of the finest wine, the most tantalizing food in existence, in such a great amount that it was overwhelming—even though, in those few moments of blissful ignorance, he had no idea what it was that delighted his senses so, that made the pain almost forgotten, that made every bone of his ache with an almost feral hunger.

His eyes opened with frantic urgency, and the scene before him unfolded slowly into a horrifyingly clear depiction of the gruesome fate that had been thrust upon him. He could barely see the faces of the ones he’d invited here, but their frightened screams spoke loudly enough. No words came to his own mouth—he was frozen in horror, like an insect trapped in amber as the weight of what happened sunk in, pressing down upon him like a suffocating, terrible gravity.

Despite his transformation, Sybil’s words rang as clear in his head as they had before. 

“Ten years, Penn. Ten years to prove yourself, or this form will be your prison.”

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Next Chapter ->

Thanks for reading! I hope to update this story semi-consistently, because boy do I have some things planned down the road. So stay tuned!

[deadbydangit]

hi! i would like to request a prompt.

how do you think the killers would react to a survivor!reader who screams extremely loud when injured?

I think I can do that. I'm sorry this one is a little shorter. I had a hard time coming up with ideas. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who is very loud when injured: Ghostface, Trickster, Pinhead

Ghostface

Danny actually enjoys watching people get hurt.

To an almost unhealthy level.

Like, seeing people fall down and get mildly hurt?

To him, that's hilarious.

But he takes it several steps further.

He's the guy laughing at horror movies when people are getting stabbed to death.

"Ha! It's funny cause they were stupid."

He'll say some dumb frat boy shit like that.

He really enjoys the sound of people screaming in pain.

The louder the scream, the funnier it is.

He finds a sick sense of humor in it.

You can ask him why, but he'll give you the same answer every time.

"Uh, because it's funny."

He's kind of an asshole.

But you?

"Okay, babe, I know I said I like the sound of people and pain and screaming at all but, like, chill. Okay?"

"Seriously, there's loud. And then there's you."

"I came out to have fun and kill, and now I can't hear shit."

But, he uses your scream as an excuse.

He won't ever go after you.

And if you ask why?

"Your scream is like, torture. I'll take my chances with the Entity."

Well, he isn't exactly lying. So you can't get mad at him.

He calls that a win-win situation.

Trickster

The sound of screams?

Music to his ears.

If you thought Danny had a sick obsession with screams and people's pain, you haven't seen anything yet.

Ji-Woon lives for the sound of people in pain.

So much so that he uses it to create music.

"The last sound a human ever makes? It's a beautiful sound isn't it?"

He gets way too excited about it.

Your screams?

He'd rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.

You'll always catch him covering his ears when you scream.

Unlike danny, he'll still hunt you in a trial if you're in one together.

But, he won't record your screens for his music.

Don't take offense to it though.

He'll make sure to show you and tell you all the other ways you're special to him.

So what if you don't have pretty sounding screams?

You have so many more great qualities to you.

And, if you ever feel humiliated about not sounding pretty enough for him, he'll list all the other reasons why he loves you.

If you feel left out because you aren't in any of his songs, he'll find a way to include you.

Just, you know, not your atrocious screams.

Pinhead

You know what they say.

Pain is pleasure.

That's kind of his whole thing.

Elliot loves the sound of your screams.

He loves the sound of all screams.

As long as they are screams of pain, he's happy.

In fact, he seems to like yours more since they convey more emotion.

The more agony and suffering in the person, the more he enjoys the sound.

It's only to be expected of Hell's high priest.

Now, just because he likes the sound of your screams, doesn't mean he's going to go out of his way to attack you during a trial.

You'll be given a fair chance just like everyone else.

And, if he happens upon you, then it's up to skill after that.

He finds himself very fascinated by her screaming.

He didn't think a normal human could scream that loud.

Or that intensely.

He would love to experiment on it more.

However, he will refrain from causing you unnecessary pain.

Even though he likes the sound of your pain. He knows you don't like it.

And he loves you enough to respect those boundaries.

Even when you're screaming at the top of your lungs and pain, he'll hold his laughter back.

He wouldn't do that for anyone else.

It's a bizarre way of showing affection.

But, hey, it's a start.

[scarletsaphire]

Side Hoes Week Day 3: Super Danny, Off Duty

Phantom's eyes narrowed in concentration, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He needed to concentrate. If he looked away for even half a second, if he so much as blinked, than all of this time, all of this effort would be for naught.

"Dude, are you still there?"

Phantom looked up, meeting the eyes of his human counterpart. Just like he'd predicted, it was at that moment that he heard the dreaded sound effect.

He fumbled with the controls of the Switch, but he was too late. By the time he'd turned back to the device in his hands, the fish he'd hooked was gone. He tossed the Switch down onto the couch in frustration, before turning back around to meet Fenton's eyes.

"That is entirely your fault!" he spat, hovering up so he could see the human more clearly.

"I didn't do anything," Fenton said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Besides, you can just catch a different one."

"Yes, but this was a shark," Phantom replied.

"And? You've been playing for like, five hours dude. I'm sure you've seen dozens of those, at least."

That was true. Phantom had been playing for an extended stretch of time (only at the behest of the others, and after ensuring that all of Amity Park was ghost free. Or as ghost free as Amity Park ever got). He had seen many sharks, and had sold or donated nearly as many. That did not matter. He was still short on bells by a few thousand, and if he didn't get the bridge built, than his poor villagers wouldn't be able to enjoy the full spread of natural wonders the island had to offer. 

When he explained this to Fenton, he did not receive the apology he'd hoped for. All he got was Fenton's laughter.

"They aren't gonna care," he said, vaulting over the back of the couch and settling down next to where Phantom hovered. Phantom lowered himself with a huff. "They're just pixels."

"Perhaps," Phantom admitted. "But they are pixels that I, Danny Phantom, have vowed to protect and care for, and let no nay-saying nobody say that I do not care for those that I swear to protect!"

Fenton pulled him back down to the couch by his cape. "Fine, whatever, I'm sure the pixels are grateful. I'm sorry I scared the fish away."

Phantom settled comfortably, picking the Switch back up. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Show me your island, I wanna see what you've gotten done."

[profounddestinyrebel]

Pretty much my ideal dcxdp coexisting world

Danny had all his canon happen before Bruce and the JL started their vigilante careers

Before Bruce was born or Martha and Thomas even got married

Phantom Planet never happened and the world never realized that they were almost dead in the first place (I apologize for mentioning it)

Danny retires after blowing up the portal and designing a new system of gov for the Infinite Realms (why the hell is that a monarchy anyway? Fighting being a way of communicating AND the way of determining a ruler does not make sense so I'll choose the better one)

Danny still visits the Infinite Realms but mostly lives his life

He still has interesting things happen to him but more because he apparently has a curse placed on him than anything else 'may you live in interesting times'

Danny manipulates the curse by getting into situations on purpose and then resolving them without getting attention drawn to his civilian id and normal life

He keeps track of immortals and big names that deal with death magic so as to lower the chances of being summoned

The more powerful the Realm Being the more powerful the summoner has to be to summon them and with how powerful Danny is there aren't many he has to keep an eye on

Ra's has been losing Lazarus water at a steady rate for over a decade but only now has it become a noticeable loss. The day the that he notices is a Very Bad Day for the League of Assassins (the day Danny lets himself get caught satisfies his curse for 2 whole months)

Danny hasn't aged much at all since he left Amity at 17. He's still short but mimics the effects of age with stage makeup and other tools used by actors to look older they actually are. This is how he meets a certain Alfred P. who remains a good friend even though they never really meet in person.

His parents blow themselves up and wipe their house off the map when tinkering with a device designed to lure realm beings to them. Danny isn't really sorry they're gone. He finds out after leaving Amity that he wasn't really their kid and he wasn't even adopted. They made him in their lab while distracted from their obsession with ghosts then completely forgot they had done so when they refocused on ghosts. His growth chamber (terrible name) was coated in ecto which allowed the device to reactivate and allow Danny to finish incubating into a toddler then (suspicious) it mysteriously popped him out before his the fentons noticed the growth chambers success.

His parents never took any notes on the clone experiment out of the house due to it being a (perceived) failure. After going back to their ghost obsession they completely forgot about it so no one knows. Jazz only found after Danny told her and he only found out after growing older and continuing to look less and less like either of his parents.

Danny finds the notes and that's what inspires him to leave Amity, to start looking for his bio parent. The Fenton's had no clue that the clone they grew was Danny. They dismantled the growth chamber when Danny was four (actually two) and never realized that the toddler they adopted was the clone of wonder woman they made. They never said anything to anyone about Danny being adopted so Vlad has no idea that Danny isn't Maddie's child.

Vlad starts to age drastically after the portals are destroyed and Danny figures out that Vlad isn't a halfa after all. He's just a normal ghost who can prey on people like spectra but with an obsession directed at Maddie originally and then Danny. Afterwards Vlad gets shunted off into Walker's prison because of all the toxic and human crimes he's committed among them brainwashing, mind control and mind wiping various wealthy and not so wealthy individuals into giving Vlad their money and companies.

Ellie has to explore the Infinite Realms (literally Infinite though so she's not confined) only because she can't really produce her own ecto. She has to absorb it from her surroundings so she can wander safely all over the Infinite Realms (so long as she calls for help when she gets in over her head) but not the human realms unless she takes a buddy who can produce a steady stream of ecto for her.

Vlad makes Danny his heir so now he's rich enough to travel even after giving all the people Vlad stole from their money back. It turns out that Vlad was good with making more money once he had it.

just Danny being a crptoid for the entire magical community and them being unable to talk about it if they even know of him

while danny runs a NASA and space account where he talks about NASA's recent achievements, newly discovered stars, planets and new alien races that Earth has been in contact with

[gilly-moon]

Vlad Redemption Real (a glitch in time)

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS AAAAA putting them under a read more because major spoilers (there's a lot under there I'm so sorry I got carried away this comic is just really incredible)

Vlad coming to this decision on his own is what really makes it for me. The main crew never really asked him or expected him to change. For a lot of the comic, he's the butt of the joke and it's what he deserves. But then he witnessed Danny having his own emotional breakthrough. Being able to see how powerful Danny became after embracing his emotions and letting go of his inner turmoil...like, that did it. He finally let himself look inward too, recognizing his own faults and the hurt that he had caused himself all these years. The focus of the scene is Danny, but I love how clear it is that Vlad's entire perspective just shifted, too

The moment where he tells Dark Danny that because he's part-Plasmius too, that means he's full of emotions, and that he's full of fear......my jaw dropped. Vlad admitting that he's deeply afraid of being alone, and that he pursued ultimate power in the hopes it could fix his loneliness. Doing so hurt all of the people he wanted to have in his life, and made sure he would never recieve the love he so desperately wanted. He says this in front of all of the people that he hurt the most, and he doesn't ask for forgiveness from any of them.

(Also fear being Vlad's driving emotion behind his power, just....ruin me.)

BUT HE TAKES IT A STEP FURTHER. No one is suggesting that Dark Danny needs to overshadow someone as a solution to his unstable form. Vlad comes forward unprompted and offers himself up, as an apology. An apology to the people of his timeline that he hurt, and to Dark Danny. He isn't the Vlad that created Dark Danny, but he knows the potential to be that guy was always in him, so he takes the faults of that other Vlad on his own shoulders. And still, he isn't seeking forgiveness, just a second chance. More time, to do something good with his life before it's gone. Danny tells Vlad he still hates him, but thanks him, and the smile Vlad responds with is everything to me. They're not friends. The wounds he caused aren't healed. But that little thank you is proof that Vlad is already making a difference in the world

He gets to be a guardian to Dark Danny!!!! He gets a family!!!! And it's broken, and hurt, and kind of fucked up, but this is all he ever wanted, and he has the chance now to do better for himself and for Dan. He already understands the root of his problem, the pain and fear that has been driving him all these years. The path forward is gonna be messy and hard for him & Dan, but the first steps are the hardest, and he's already taken them.

All that being said, he better continue being an insufferable fruitloop. Never let the sass die, you silly vampire ghost man.

Sjfkxnskd wow sorry this response turned into a whole essay. This is what happens when you prompt a neurodivergent to talk about their hyperfixations. And I didn't even get into the pompep potential in all of this. Anyways I love Vlad more than ever and agit is perfection.

[wolfjackle-creates]

The Two Ghost Motel Chapter 4 (Final)

Finally finished the editing on this one!

Story Summary:

Danny is tired. Endless ghost fights with too many responsibilities and too little time; he barely passed sophomore year. When Ember visits town for a bit of fun, she mentions the Two Ghost Motel, a place of peace and refuge for restless ghosts who aren't ready to cross over. “I’m fine, Ember.” Danny’s got a home and friends. He’s fine, really. But when his parents begin experimenting with electricity to destabilize ghosts, it’s too much for Danny. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor Tucker can host him for the night and he’s left wandering in the night, alone. Then he sees it: The Two Ghost Motel. He checks in. “Welcome.”

AO3 Link

Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: Minor Original Character Death

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Danny ran, hand tight around Jay’s, ignoring his friend’s attempts to stop him.

He didn’t even slow when Jay yelled, “What happened? What was that ball that fell when Matt disappeared?”

All Danny knew was that they had to get away. So he kept going, dragging Jay with him. Within moments, they were at the sign. Only… Amity didn’t wait for them across the sidewalk.

Nothing waited for them at the edge of the parking lot. Just a thick fog that blocked sight of everything past the boundary of the motel property. His head spun, looking in all directions for some sort of break in the barrier, but there was none. Desperate, he shot an ectoblast at the fog, hoping the light would help him see what was past it, only for it to fizzle upon making contact.

His core thrummed in fear and he shot a more powerful blast, but the same thing happened.

“Phantom!” shouted Jay. “Answer me!”

“We’re trapped,” said Danny. Carefully, he reached out a hand. An invisible barrier stopped him from pushing into the fog. He could no more cross the boundary out of the motel than he could’ve walked through walls before his accident.

“What happened to Matt?”

“He— He was Ended, Jay.” Danny turned so he was facing his friend. He was glad the goggles hid the fact that he was tearing up, but they also prevented him from wiping them away. The world blurred around him. “This place, it’s sucking away the life force of ghosts. That’s probably why I’ve been so tired lately. It’s stealing my strength. Trying to wipe us out until there’s nothing left and we fade. Like Matt. And most likely Alan and Tom before him.”

Jay took a step back and glared at him. “Then what are we doing out here?”

“Getting out, of course! This place will kill us!”

“We’ve both been there, done that. And we can’t just leave everyone else here while we run off to save ourselves. We’ve got to save them all.”

Danny opened his mouth to protest. He wanted to go home. Jazz and his parents and Sam and Tucker would be worried sick. Jay needed to get out, too. He could come back with weapons, better prepared.

But if they got out, would he even be able to find his way back? Would escaping mean leaving all the ghosts he’d seen to their fate? His shoulders slumped. “You’re right. Of course you are. Sorry, seeing Matt’s core shatter like that… No. I won’t let it happen to anyone else if I can stop it.”

Jay’s eyes widened. “That was his core? The thing you told me about before?”

“Yeah…” Danny sighed and looked back towards the motel. He didn’t want to get a single step closer to the building, but it couldn’t be helped.

“How do you think it’s eating people?” asked Jay.

Danny held his hands out. “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of something like this before.”

Jay grinned at him. “Then I guess we’ll just have to figure that out. And we’ll stop it. Then we’ll free everyone. And then we can go home to the people who are waiting for us.”

Danny huffed out a laugh and slipped his hand into his pocket where he gripped the bouncy ball. “You make it sound so easy.”

Jay grabbed his wrist and pulled him back in the direction of the hotel. “Not easy, but it is simple. Now, let’s go check out the roof like we’d planned. Just, instead of looking for records, we’ll be looking for what makes this place tick. Once— Once we’ve got everyone out, then we can grieve for Alan and Matt and Tom.”

“You’re right. I’ll be okay. We have to get out first.”

Jay nodded, and the rest of the journey to the roof was made in silence. By unspoken agreement, they avoided the passage where Matt and Alan once played jacks and flew to the roof.

Once in position, Jay pointed to a vent. “This is what I used to crawl in. I can show you the passage that leads to the main office. I didn’t explore much beyond that, though.”

“Then we’ll start with the office before branching off to see where else they lead.”

Jay grinned at him and removed the grate. He was much more efficient and quiet at it than Danny would’ve been.

Without waiting, he dove in, leaving Danny to scrabble after him. He grit his teeth and bit back the scolding he wanted to give. Jay did know the way, so having him lead made sense. Mostly the vents looked like what he’d expect from movies, however thin, ectoplasm-green tendrils wound their way through the metal. Jay didn’t waste time, so Danny couldn’t examine them too closely, but it looked like they were almost part of the metal rather than something added to it.

In the end, they arrived at the grate near the ceiling of the main office in less than two minutes. The path had only branched twice and both times, they took the right passage.

Jay pushed himself to the side and Danny took advantage of his intangibility to squeeze in next to him. From the grate, they could see the receptionist frozen in her default position. Only one ghost was sitting on the couch, and another was standing by the vending machine.

The door would be set below them in the same wall to the left. It wouldn’t take more than a handful of steps to reach, but the receptionist would have to be incapacitated or distracted if they were to make it.

Danny caught Jay’s eyes and jerked his thumb back to indicate they should back up. This time, Danny took the lead. It gave him the chance to examine the green tendrils, but they seemed to be flush with the vent. With his gloves on, he could detect no difference in texture or temperature between the regular metal of the vent and the tendrils.

When they reached the point where the vents branched, Danny led them down the way they hadn’t gone before. However it was disappointing. It led along the the length of the motel and branched into the guest rooms. First floor rooms had outputs near the ceiling; second floor rooms had them near the floor.

They reached the end of the path without finding anything useful. Jay led them back, and the remaining branch of ventilation was a mirror of the first. By the time they had explored everything and returned to the roof, night had fully set in.

“We have to get past the receptionist, don’t we?” asked Jay.

“I can’t think of anything else to do,” admitted Danny.

Jay nodded. “So how do we do this?”

“I’ll go through the front door, you go through the vent.”

“Ugh, I never get to do the fun things.”

Danny bumped their shoulders. “If you had the proper training, I’d totally take you in guns blazing. But you don’t and we don’t have the weaponry available for you to make up for it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Jay pouted, but continued, “So what next?”

“I’ll fight the receptionist. As soon as you get an opening, I want you to jump down from the vent and get through the door. Do not go further than you have to until I can join you, though.”

“Wish I could use powers like yours. Do you have any backup weapons for yourself?”

Danny waved him off. “I’ll be fine. And you need them more than I do.”

“You know, it’s a bad idea to rely on powers so much. What if something happens and you can’t use them?”

Danny shrugged. “I’ve always figured it out.”

“So far,” retorted Jay.

He sighed. “I’ll keep it in mind. Now, let’s split. Don’t do anything until I have the receptionist’s attention entirely on me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Worrywart.” Jay turned and retreated back into the vent.

Danny shook his head and flew off the side of the building to enter the office. This time, he didn’t pay any attention to the ghosts in the room. He stalked right up to the front desk and slammed his hand down with his key.

“I’m checking out.”

The receptionist didn’t respond. A glance up at the vent assured him Jay was in position.

“I said—” Danny picked up the key and slammed it down on top of the ledger “—that I’m checking out.”

Sure enough, touching her precious book was enough to wake the receptionist. Her from transformed once more: hair transforming into flames, eyes going red, and hands changing into claws.

“I told you before: You do. Not. Touch. My book!” The last words rose to an inhuman screech.

“Then let me leave!” yelled Danny back.

Smoke came out of her nose as her eyes narrowed. She leaned down, getting her face close to his. Her teeth were pointed and green not-ectoplasm dripped from them. “You will never leave,” she growled.

Danny rose into the air to even out their height difference. “Oh, you will regret trying to hold me captive. I’ve fought scarier things than you.” He shot a blast of ice at her and dove out of the way of her return fire.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Jay phase through the vent grate and land in a silent crouch on the floor. For a moment, it looked like he had a yellow cape and a black mask over his eyes. Danny blinked and he was once again in jeans and a t-shirt and gripping the knife.

He couldn’t let himself get distracted. He took several running steps in the opposite direction to keep her attention on him.

“You might be on fire, but your aim sure isn’t!” he quipped as he ducked another attack. Danny shot an ectoblast at her face and immediately followed it up with a sharp spike of ice.

She dodged the ectoblast, but the ice pierced her chest. The receptionist let out a cry of pain as Danny laughed in celebration.

The door behind the receptionist banged shut as Jay succeeded in running past her. The noise caught the receptionist’s attention. “Who’s there?” she demanded.

The distraction was just enough. Danny pulled out his thermos and aimed. She was sucked in and Danny ran after his friend.

“You made it!” exclaimed Jay, lowering the knife as soon as he recognized Danny.

Danny grinned and spun the thermos. “Yep. She’s in soup time.”

Jay groaned. “That’s terrible. Is that really what you call it?”

“Damn right it is!” said Danny. He clipped it back on his hip. “So where are we now?” They were in at the top of a set of old, wooden stairs. A single bare light bulb illuminated the landing they were on, but the bottom of the stairs was cloaked in darkness. “Ready to see what’s down there?”

Jay bumped shoulders with him. “Let’s do this and then we can get home.”

Danny lit up his hand with ectoplasm just as he had earlier that day and took the first step. The wood groaned under him. He immediately rose up a few inches. “Fly. I don’t know if it’ll hold our weight,” said Danny.

The stairs went down farther and farther. A hand on the walls confirmed these were also warded against ghosts so they had no option but to continue on the path.

“How far down do you think these go?” asked Jay.

Danny shrugged. “We’ll find out, I suppose.”

Finally they reached the end. The floor was uneven cement and more not-ectoplasm dripped down the walls. A few feet in front of them stood a metal door.

“Do you think this one will open?” asked Danny quietly.

“Won’t know until we try it,” Jay whispered back.

“Get your knife out. And listen to me if it comes to a fight. I’m the one with experience in ghost fights.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

Danny wanted to glare at him, but he knew from experience it was pointless with his suit. Only Sam, Tucker, and Jazz could reliably read his expressions as Phantom. Pure willpower was the only thing that kept his hand steady as he reached for the handle.

To his surprise, it turned easily under his hand. The door squeaked loudly as it opened.

A large basement room sat behind the door. In the middle, possibly growing from the floor or else sunk into it, sat a giant ectoplasm-green, pulsating mass. From it sprouted what looked like roots that were sunk into the very foundation of the motel. Some were thin, barely thicker than a pencil, but others were as thick as a tree trunk.

“This is what those things in the vents were,” breathed Danny. Something about the mass drew him closer and he took a step forward.

Jay grabbed his arm to hold him back. “We don’t know what it is,” he hissed.

“This is only the second time one of my victims has learned about me,” a voice echoed through the room.

The sound reverberated through Danny’s bones and his core thrummed with it. He didn’t know if he wanted to run towards it or far, far away. “What are you?” demanded Danny. He rose into the air and took a fighting stance. Jay remained on the ground, but had the knife in his hand, blade out.

Discordant laughter rang through the room. “I am the motel. It’s buildings and grounds but an extension of me, just like the bit of me that you tried to contain in that device you carry.”

“The receptionist?” asked Jay. “Is that why she’s so creepy?”

“There is no ‘she’; there is only me. I chose this form to entice ghosts to come visit. And it has worked better than I could have ever dreamed.”

The reminder had Danny tensing. “I won’t let you end any more ghosts!”

The thing laughed again, louder this time; the entire room shook with it. Danny wanted to slam his hands over his ears but held his position. It spoke again, “I’ve been here since before you were born, let alone died. Do you really think you can stop me? No. The last ghost to figure out what I was made a deal with me and I let him go. If you can think of a good enough trade, perhaps I’ll let you go, too. But the rest are mine.”

Jay, just loud enough for Danny to hear, said, “I don’t think it can move from that spot.”

Danny turned his attention to the ground. It was true, the being bulged around the floor where it was positioned. And the tendrils had obviously not changed position since the floor and walls had been built.

“What are you?” asked Danny again.

“I am what happens when creatures are born between life and death.”

“Oooh-kay. Got it, dude. But, like, do you have a name?” Danny ignored the way Jay snickered at his question.

The creature spoke with a boy’s voice, “I’m Matt!” Then, in a different voice, said, “I’m Alan.” Its voice got deeper and older said, “I’m also Tom.” Then the names and voices came faster and faster. Too fast to understand with some male, some female, and in many different languages.

As the voices overlapped, they also became louder. Before Danny could think of anything to do, Jay slapped his hands over his ears and shouted, “Enough!”

The creature stopped. “You asked,” it said in its original inhuman voice.

“Something I regret, not gonna lie,” said Danny.

“You can make me a deal or you can join the ones you’re searching for now. It makes no difference to me.”

“What deal did you make last time?”

The thing laughed again and next to him Jay tensed. “Had he not also been born between worlds like me—like you—I would not have listened to him at all.”

“I’m nothing like you!” protested Danny.

“We were both created between Death and Life. We are more alike than you know.”

Jay growled next to him. “Yeah, but he gives a shit about people and you eat them. I think that matters more than whatever similarities you think you have.”

“Tiny ghost. You’re already more than half mine. Soon you will join the rest of them. I’ve taken so much from you already, so much you don’t remember.”

“The deal!” shouted Danny to bring its attention away from Jay. “What was it?”

“Yes, the deal. Plasmius has been a very good help to me. He promised to send other ghosts my way. I’ve never fed so well in my life. So many of my rooms are occupied now. I had to add on more just for all those that have found me thanks to him.”

Danny flew back a foot involuntarily. Vlad had helped this thing? Was Vlad the entire reason the motel had made it’s way to Amity in the first place?

He shook himself. It didn’t matter. He could deal with Vlad later. Right now, he had to get everyone away from this monster.

“If that’s what you’re after, we will never have a deal.”

“Then I’ll take your power. How much greater will I be if I gorged on a prince, I wonder?”

Before Danny could even question the statement, one of the creatures tentacles tore out of the floor under them, sending cement flying.

“Jay!” Danny called as he saw his friend get tossed up; but Jay caught himself mid-air and gave Danny a grin and a thumbs up.

Danny nodded back and shaped an ectoblast into a blade that he shot at the tentacle even as it raced towards him. The appendage was torn in two, spraying him with more of the not-ectoplasm. He was grateful his suit kept it from actually touching him. His mask even filtered out most of the smell, though not quite all.

Jay was far enough away that he avoided being splashed. “Dude, you reek. Can’t you get a shower down here or something?”

Danny laughed. “If the sprinkler system reached down here, would it release water or more of that rotten ectoplasm or whatever it is?”

With a wordless yell, another tentacle yanked free of its confines, sending concrete falling from the ceiling.

Danny dove at Jay, pushing them both just out of the way. He sent another ectoblade at it and this time they were both sprayed with its blood. Jay cried out in pain as it hit him.

“Shit, sorry!” Danny set Jay down. “Are you okay?”

Jay grit his teeth and nodded. “I’ll be fine. But I don’t think this knife is going to do much.”

Danny winced and threw up a shield as another tentacle pulled loose and a chunk of the ceiling nearly hit them. He formed an icicle and pinned the attacking appendage to the wall. Already he could feel himself getting tired and the fight had only just started.

“Can you make me a weapon out of ice?” asked Jay as he watched to make sure the pinned tentacle stayed trapped.

“Good idea!” Still maintaining the shield with one hand, Danny used the other to make an ice sword. He put extra focus into making the edge as sharp as he possibly could. “Will this do?”

Jay grinned at him and took it. “Fuck yeah!”

“Careful, blade’s sharp!”

The monster was clearly done letting them fool around. The floor shook as it pulled free two more large tentacles and hit the shield hard from both sides. Danny threw out his other hand and poured as much power as he could into maintaining the shield.

“I can’t keep this up for long,” he warned Jay through gritted teeth. “Hold onto me and I’ll drop the shield and fly us away.”

“Got it.” Jay wrapped his left arm around Danny’s stomach so they were facing opposite directions and held on tight. With his right hand, he held the sword out, ready to attack.

Another roar echoed, followed by a blast of flames.

Danny cursed and the double onslaught of flames and tentacles shattered his shield. He sent blasts of ice to block as much of the fire as he could, but he and Jay both screamed when they were burned by what he couldn’t stop.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he shot another ectoblade at a tentacle. This time, it only sliced halfway through before dissipating.

Jay had better luck and managed to cut the other one with his sword. Only to let out another yell when its blood splattered both of them.

Some landed on an area where the fire had burned through his suit and it felt like acid on the wound. Danny turned them both invisible and dragged Jay away, sending a wave of healing ice over both of their bodies to soothe the injuries.

“Thanks,” said Jay.

“We need to come up with a strategy,” said Danny.

“I think it’s sitting in something. A crack in the ground, looks like it’s filled with more of that green stuff.”

“What?” Danny turned to look, only to trip over one of the small tendrils.

“Found you!” yelled the creature as it pulled free another three larger tentacles.

Danny dropped the invisibility and focused on keeping the any debris from hitting them while Jay hacked at the tentacles with the sword. Danny used shields to block as much of the blood splatter as he could, though a few bursts of pain on areas where his suit was damaged and curses from Jay proved he wasn’t entirely successful.

The movement of the monster did allow Danny to see what Jay meant, however. The floor surrounding it was being torn up as much as everywhere else and, through the destruction, he could see the tell-tale swirling green of a portal.

“It’s sitting in a portal,” breathed Danny. “Half in this world, half in the zone.”

The moment’s distraction was all it needed, however. Danny yelled in surprise as a tentacle wrapped around him and lifted him high into the air.

“Phantom!” yelled Jay who rushed forward, sword raised, oblivious to the tentacle behind him.

“Behind you!” Danny shouted back.

Jay spun, slashing with his sword, but it was too late. He was captured, too. The weapon fell from his grasp as his arms were bound tight to his sides.

“Jay!” called Danny again. But the tentacle holding him rotated so he could no longer see his friend. Instead, he faced the giant mass that took up the center of the room.

In it opened a crack. Flames escaped the gap which widened as Danny was dragged closer. As it shifted, however, the ground cracked around it, making the portal more visible. Danny watched as it sunk a few inches.

“I’ve got you now, young prince! And a nice little bird for desert after.” The creature’s echoing laugh was going to feature in Danny’s nightmares, he just knew it.

Danny twisted and squirmed, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t shake loose. Not even his intangibility let him phase through the appendage holding him captive. He closed his eyes and reached for his core. His power levels were low, much lower than they should’ve been, but he pulled anyway and aimed through his feet.

The ectoblast hit the ground at the edge of the portal, sending chunks of cement and dirt falling into the Zone.

It laughed again. “How did you manage to win your position with aim that poor?”

Danny laughed. “Oh, you wish I’d missed.” He yanked on his core again and shot another ectoblast at the ground. More crumbled away and the creature sank a few feet into the portal.

The monster roared and every tentacle not holding onto it’s prisoners jammed into the walls and ceiling to hold itself steady. Chunks of the already damaged building fell all around them. Danny cried out as he was hit hard on the head with a slab of cement.

Cries that were echoed by Jay.

“You okay, birdie?” shouted Danny. His transformation threatened to wash over him, but he grit his teeth and pushed it back. He could do this. He needed to do this.

“Just peachy,” was the terse reply.

Danny didn’t bother replying, just closed his eyes, gathered as much power as he could, and let out one more ectoblast. This time, several feet of flooring broke apart and fell through the portal, destabilizing enough that the creature was relying on his anchors to the building to keep from falling through.

The tentacle holding Danny loosened its grip just enough to allow him to pull free. He turned to Jay only to find he’d also escaped.

“What have you done?” screamed the monster as the building shook above them. The tentacles that had been holding Jay and Danny also shot forth to dig into the ceiling, but that only succeeded in it destabilizing further.

Now the holes were big enough to see through and so much of the building was crumbling that the creature was clearly struggling to keep its grip. Every movement just pulled down more of the building around them.

“Come on!” called Jay. “There’s a door over there!”

Danny grabbed his hand and turned them both intangible to avoid as much of the collapsing building as possible. It didn’t entirely work—some of the pieces hit them despite their intangibility—but it kept them from being completely buried.

Jay reached for the handle and it didn’t turn. “Fuck,” he cried.

Without letting go of his hand, Danny pushed him behind him and thought back to the martial arts lessons his mom had given him when he was younger. He kicked the door.

It shook in its frame, but held solid.

He grit his teeth and tried again. He felt a pull coming from behind him and looked over his shoulder. What the creature wasn’t knocking into the portal with it’s struggles was being sucked in.

“Shit!” cried Danny. He kicked the door again. On the fourth try, it finally gave. Though that could’ve been because half the wall next to it also collapsed. Danny didn’t care and flew through, dragging Jay behind him.

Instantly, he recognized the hallway. It was the one he and Jay had explored earlier, and the door he’d broken down, the one they couldn’t get through. He pushed forward, though it was getting harder to fly against the pull of the portal.

“Hurry up!” cried Jay.

Danny didn’t turn to look, just kept going. They were at the stairs and he was going up. He didn’t slow as they approached the door, just flew right through it. Luckily it let them.

He veered right, making his way to the parking lot and the entrance to the motel property. They had to make it through this time. From the corner of his eye, he could see the motel collapsing into the portal, sucking everything in.

“What about the others?” yelled Jay.

“They’re being dragged into the Zone! They’ll be fine. Better’n here at least. But we want to go back to Earth. We can’t afford to be lost in the Zone if we’re going to return to our families!”

“Promise?”

The pull was getting harder to fight, but they were almost to the boundary of the parking lot. “Promise!”

And he hit the fog. This time, it didn’t feel like hitting a wall. Instead it felt like flying into water. It was heavy and slowed him down. So, so hard to fight through. But he thought about Jazz and Sam and Tucker. He remembered the good times with his parents and school and evenings at the Nasty Burger.

“You’re going the wrong way!” called Jay.

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Trust me, birdie. This’ll get us home!”

Jay tugged on his hand, trying to pull him off course. Danny refused to budge and kept pushing forward.

And Jay let go.

Before Danny could cry out, before he could decide whether to go back or keep pushing forward, he was dropping out of the sky and landing hard on pavement. Completely drained, his transformation washed over him before he could even try and stop it.

“Jay? Birdie!” he called and looked around. He pushed himself up, only for his arms to give out. From what he could tell, he was in some alley between two buildings. Before he could figure out more than that, his vision spun and the world went black.

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He heard voices. “…readings… nearby…”

Danny groaned. Whatever he was sleeping on was hard and his everything hurt. But he couldn’t muster up the strength to move.

“I think I heard something!” called a voice. A familiar voice.

“Mom?” moaned Danny. He forced his eyes opened and winced when a bright light shone in his face.

“Danny! Jack, Jack, come quick. It’s Danny!”

The light came closer and he pulled back. It turned off, and Danny could see him mom there, running towards him then kneeling in front of him. She peeled off a glove and ran her hands through his hair.

“Oh, sweetie. Your father and I have been worried sick. Where’ve you been? What happened?”

“Dan-o!” His dad sprinted around the corner and half collapsed to the ground right next to Danny. “You’re all bruised up! Was it a ghost? Where is it? It’ll regret the day it ever laid a hand on Jack Fenton’s boy!”

Danny huffed a laugh and pushed himself up until he was sitting. His dad immediately pulled him into a tight hug and Danny relaxed into it.

“I fought it off, dad. It’s not gonna come back.”

“That’s my boy!”

“Oh, but Danny,” said his mom. “You’re absolutely covered in bruises! And is that a burn? Let’s get you to a doctor, hun.”

“No!” Danny winced when his mom pulled back at his vehemence. “I mean… I just want to go home. Can’t I go home?”

“I don’t know, honey. I want to make sure you’re all right.”

Danny’s stomach growled. “Please, mom? I just want something to eat then to crawl into bed and not move for twenty four hours.”

“Come on, Mads! Boy’s a Fenton and we Fentons are tough. We’ll fill you up with ham and fudge, Dan-o.”

His mom sighed. “Oh, if you’re sure. And Jazz would kill us if we didn’t let her see Danny immediately.” Before Danny could do more than grin at her, she was continuing, “But I’ll be looking over your injuries and if anything looks out of place, we are going straight to the hospital. Got it, young man?”

“Yes, mom.”

Before Danny could pull away from his dad to push himself to his feet, he was being picked up. He relaxed into his dad’s chest and closed his eyes. He drifted, vaguely aware of his parents talking, of getting into the GAV, and of driving off.

Then he was being carried inside and he heard Mom calling for Jazz. He shifted, trying to force himself to wake up.

Dad set him down on the couch. “Waking up there, Danny-boy?”

From upstairs, he heard running footsteps and Jazz shouting “Danny!”

He pushed himself up so he was standing just in time to see Jazz practically fly down the stairs and tackle him in a hug that sent them both back into the couch cushions.

“Hey, Jazz.”

“Don’t you ever do that to me again, do you hear me? Never, Danny!”

Danny hugged her back tightly and tried to ignore how her weight pressed on the small rubber ball in his pocket. “I’ll do my best, Jazz. Promise.”

More quietly, she asked, “You’ll tell me everything, right?”

Danny nodded his agreement. “Tomorrow. I’ll want your help with something.”

“Jazz, let Danny up,” ordered their mom. Jazz obliged and shifted until they were sitting side-by-side. Mom nodded her approval and shifted closer to put a hand on his chin so she could examine his face. “What on earth did you get up to? It’s not just bruising, you’re bleeding, too! Jack, get the first aid kit.”

“You’ve got it, snookums!” And he ran out of the room, shaking the walls as he did.

“Mom, mom. It’s okay. I’m sure it looks worse than it is.”

“Daniel James Fenton, stop downplaying your injuries. All of this will have to be disinfected.”

And Dad was back, holding the kit above his head like a trophy. “One first aid kit coming up!” he exclaimed as he handed it to Mom.

“Thank you, Jackiepoo.”

Dad winked at Danny. “Now for the fudge! Nothing helps chase away pain like a large piece of fudge.”

Before Danny could reply, he was running back out of the room. He met Jazz’s eyes and they both broke out in giggles which made him mom tut and order him to remain still.

Danny was still worried about Jay and the other residents of the motel. But he’d look for them tomorrow. Tonight, he let himself relax with Jazz pressed up against his side and his mom fussing over him and his dad forcing a piece of fudge the size of his head on him.

He was finally home.

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Hundreds of miles away, a boy opened his eyes only to find himself trapped in dark box. He banged on the top, but it didn’t budge move. His hands explored the space, looking for a knife. Or even anything sharp.

All he could find was his belt buckle. He pulled it out and used it to tear apart the wood of the box above him. Dirt greeted him on the other side, but he kept digging through it. Inch by inch for six feet.

When he pulled himself out of the ground, it was to come face-to-face with a gravestone.

For the first time in months, Jason Todd breathed.

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The End

Hope you enjoy! It's been so much fun working in a new genre.

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Scott Isn't Danny and Aren't You Glad?

Someone brought to my attention a post in the #scott mccall tag that I hadn't seen because the OP had the courtesy to use a tag I block, #anti-scott-mccall, on it. (Though I question the wisdom of including both.) It proposed a version of Teen Wolf where Danny was bitten instead of Scott. They believed it would change the story significantly.

You bet it would.

They imagined that Jackson would play the role of 'best friend' and help Danny through his werewolf problem. Scott would grow 'distant' from Stiles because he was dating Allison, and somehow Stiles would become Jackson and Danny's friend, and Danny would tease Stiles about his attraction to Derek. The implication is that Danny would cooperate with Derek when Scott didn't.

I agree that the story would change, but not in the way that the OP considered:

Stiles wouldn't be involved much at all, because as repeated scenes indicated, Danny didn't like Stiles. Danny didn't like that Stiles had no boundaries. He didn't react well to Stiles's personality. Danny was never mean to Stiles, but he clearly wanted to avoid him. Why would that change because Danny became a werewolf? In addition, Stiles only interacted with Derek because Derek was focused on the werewolf Laura's murderer turned. As the sheriff's son and a boy whom the teenager the alpha bit didn't like, Derek would want to avoid Stiles as much as possible.

Derek, by the way, would still go to jail, but initially not for Laura's murder. When Derek broke into Danny's house and threw him up against the wall to demand he not play lacrosse or Derek would kill him -- sorry to say, guys, but lacrosse was very important to Danny since it was one of the few times he stood up to Jackson -- Danny would agree until Derek left the house and then Danny would call the damn police. He would tell the sheriff that Derek Hale broke into his house and threatened to kill him, and no amount of wolf hair would get Derek Hale out of that jail cell. Danny is clever, and, recognizing that Derek wanted to keep werewolves a secret, wouldn't say anything about them because he knew that Derek wouldn't.

Which would be good for Derek, because being in jail would prevent him from dying or losing an arm. Danny wouldn't have any ability to get into the Argent home, but, more importantly, Danny wouldn't go find the Magic Bullet. Derek would no doubt show up asking for help and Danny would say "You want me to find a poison bullet designed to kill werewolves in a house full of werewolf hunters? Pass."

If Derek somehow survived Magic Bullet, he would be dead as a door nail in Formality, because Danny would certainly listen to Jackson telling him to let the Argents use Derek to capture Peter.

I could go on. The truth is that Scott McCall being the one who was bitten was very good for Derek Hale. Even if Danny had the strength of will not to collapse in the face of Peter Hale's physical and mental violations, he wouldn't risk his life (or Jackson's life) to help a stranger who stalked and attacked him. The people who Scott felt impelled to save -- Derek, Stiles, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, etc., etc., ETC. -- would not be saved. This isn't saying that Danny is a bad person. He's a normal person. There was no scene which indicated that he would step up and risk everything for other people. In fact, the scene at the end of 3B, the breakup with Ethan, showed very deliberately that he would choose not to do that, and that's okay!

By the way, that original post is racist. Of course, it is. We've seen this before in the fandom so many times: parts of the fandom try to argue that things would be better if Stiles had been bitten, or Jackson was the "Teen Wolf," or if Scott didn't even exist, or any variation where Scott's story is taken away from him and given to a white male character. You can tell because "Sterek happens" is somehow a consequence. In the end, this is a clever attempt to label Danny as a 'model minority.' He's not like that stubborn, sexually-obsessed moron, Scott McCall. Danny would see the Argents as enemies immediately. Danny would set his own wants to the side for the good of the Hales! The implication is that Danny would do what Stiles told him or Jackson told him or Derek told him. Their Danny would never have the unmitigated gall to attempt to be the main character in his own story.

Except Danny, as characterized, definitely would insist on having control of his own life. The actual Danny was a hacker at the age of 13, possessing a fake I.D., socially confident to do what he wants and with whom. He wouldn't be willing to have his trauma used to designate him as a loyal beta, that is, supporting character.

The ultimate crime of Scott McCall, and why people like the OP mistakenly think that Danny would be a better option, is that he had the nerve to make decisions about his own life and to act in accordance with his own principles, even when those principles conflicted with white male character with whom they sympathize. They see Danny as more pliable and less stubborn, but they have misjudged his character. Danny wouldn't spend three seasons cleaning up the Hale-Argent mess, even as bodies hit the floor. He wouldn't take responsibility for other people's mistakes; being Jackson's friend was about as far as he would go. It was Scott McCall's combination of strength of will and depth of compassion that made Teen Wolf what it was, and that is what makes it a better story.

[five-rivers]

Ancestral chapter 15

For Ectoberhaunt 2023 day 18: unravel!

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We traveled to the Revyvtech offices.  At first, it seemed not unlike when we shadowed the young twins.  There were places we could not go, then, too.  

"Well," said Iris, as Danny translated, "Why didn't they investigate then?"

Do not think us incurious.  There are many things that can turn aside such weak spirits.  Not all of them are sinister, or even purposeful.  Some of our number cannot be far from their kin.  Some, their loves.  Some may only walk the paths they walked in life–

"Are you saying that there aren't any ghosts here who used to work for Revyvtech?" asked Iris.  

Gwensyvyr looked amused despite the horrific damage to her arm.  There are, but in their own accounts, they were not highly ranked, and are quite sure their passwords will no longer work.  

Danny wasn't so sure of that.  He wasn't a computer genius, as indicated by his 'plan' to hack Revyvtech, but he'd spent enough time helping Tucker to be embarrassed he hadn’t thought of asking.  He looked up hopefully at the other ghosts.  

“Sometimes people don’t change things like that right away,” he said.  Jazz came back in as he spoke, and Danny set the phone on the floor while he took the jar and a pair of plastic gloves from her.  “Maybe if we can find some people who only died recently, we could try out theirs?”

Some ghosts left the room.  Others engaged in hearty bouts of mime.  Others glared at him.

Gwensyvyr touched his arm with her uninjured hand, and gestured back at the phone.  They glare because they are troubled by my injury.  Danny was fascinated by the fact that Gwensyvyr seemed to have spontaneously reinvented texting lingo.  Although, it was possible that her current batch of spelling decisions just happened to look like that.  They should glare at me instead.  

The ghosts looked more or less appropriately chastized.

“Right,” said Danny.  “Okay.”  He unscrewed the lid of the jar.  “That doesn’t explain how you got hurt.”  He frowned at the cream.  “This works for me, but you’re intangible…  I don’t know if I can even put this on you.”

Gwensyvyr shrugged, then held out her arm.  

“Yeah, I guess there’s only one way to find out.”  He pulled on the gloves and scooped out a small amount of the cream.  Then he reached out, and to his surprise, was able to smear it on Gwensyvyr’s arm.  

Although, maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise.  Ever since that first day, she and the other ghosts had been growing stronger.  Just now, she’d been able to touch him, and he’d been able to feel it, and she had at the Masque as well.  

“Oh,” said George.  “That’s– That’s really weird to look at.  Sorry, honored ancestor, but it is.”

Danny didn’t stop applying the cream.  “Do you see her?”

“Not.  Not really.  More like, I can tell there’s… something.  Like heat over a sidewalk.  Where you put the cream.”

“Are you seeing the cream?”

“I don’t think that’s it,” said Iris.  She sounded fascinated.  “It’s like looking at glass in water.”

Danny was honestly just relieved that it was working.  He took some more cream from the jar and continued up, past Gwensyvyr’s shoulder.  

It felt as if Danny were on the verge of a revelation.  As if he had the end of a string in his hand, and all he had to do was pull it to unravel the knot of this mystery.  But he was missing something.  Some puzzle piece, some scrap of information that would make this all make sense.  Or maybe what he was missing was perspective.  

Gwensyvyr had run into blood blossoms.  Probably at Revyvtech.  Blood blossoms hurt ghosts and half ghosts.  Gwensyvyr was growing stronger.  She was stronger than she’d been when Danny had first arrived.  

He finished rubbing in the cream and started peeling off the gloves.  “Can you tell us what happened now?” 

Gwensyvyr reached over and tapped the phone, which had gone dark.  It turned on.  

“Huh,” said Danny.  “Okay.”  He unlocked it and brought up the keyboard.  Gwensyvyr began to type.  

The building was largely empty, and we became frustrated.  I saw movement and light behind a door, and became convinced that secrets were being spoken of within.  But the space beyond it was one that was barred to us.  Once, before we grew so weak, I could defeat such barriers, push them aside.  I pushed.  The barrier defeated me, however.  Gwensyvyr gave Danny a wry smile.  Yet, in harming me, it revealed its nature.  Although it seems that you already know the name of the scourge.

“Blood blossoms, yeah,” said Danny.  

I thought them eradicated, or nearly so, wrote Gwensyvyr.  I must ask, how did you encounter them?

“One time was a fluke,” said Danny, not wanting to get into the time travel thing, “leftovers from the sixteen hundreds.  But then Mom and Dad found some old seeds and got them to grow.  They put them all away when they realized I was allergic, but–”

“Wait,” said Iris, “it’s something you’re allergic to?  The ghost you’re talking to was hurt by something you are allergic to in Revyvtech?”

Gwensyvyr nodded.  

“Yes?” said Danny.  

“What happened to–”  Iris swallowed.  “What happened to everyone but Vivian and Grandma Rose looked like an allergic reaction.”

Danny nodded.  He’d already been solidly convinced that Revyvtech was up to no good (see: the Vlad look-alike), but he knew that the others might have needed more convincing.  

They didn’t anymore.

But– Wait.  Wait.  “I’m pretty sure my reaction to blood blossoms is more of a syvyr thing than a family thing,” said Danny.  “Jazz didn’t react like I did, when we had them in the house.  Neither did Mom.  There’s nothing to say that anyone else is going to be allergic.”

“We didn’t try to eat them, though,” said Jazz, “and regular things like that - allergens - can be concentrated, can’t they?  Why not more supernatural allergens?”

“There’s another factor, if we’re taking all the, ah, magic to be true,” said Lewis.  “If this thing works on ghosts.”  He waved in the general direction of Gwensyvyr.  “Maybe it’s more myth than fact, or an artifact of someone screwing up a timeline, but Gwensyvyr was supposed to have had children with her dead husband.  A ghost.  Unless there’s some kind of nasty scandal lurking unknown in the family tree–”

“There definitely is,” said Eugene, “there are always scandals.”

“--we’re direct descendants of that union.”

“Do you think any of your ghosts know, Danny?” asked Iris.  “Any of them know Gwensyvyr when she was alive?”

“Um,” said Danny, looking sideways at Gwensyvyr.  “Yeah.  I mean, there’s probably someone.  Around.”

The door to the room opened up, which was a shock, because everyone was accounted for, except–

Oh.  It was Joanna.  She was still in her pajamas, but she had her phone in one hand.  

“What have you kids been doing?” she asked.  

Iris looked down at her phone, which she had, up until that moment, been using to interrogate Aunt Alicia’s security detail.  Everyone else looked at Lewis’s crime phone, which still showed the last thing Gwensyvyr had typed out.

“Investigating?” suggested Jazz.  

“Have you been up all night?” Joanna asked in faint horror.  Danny realized belatedly that most of them were still wearing pieces of their Masque costumes…  They were kind of surreal in the early morning light streaming through the windows. 

“We couldn’t sleep after hearing about Alicia,” said Eugene.

“And why did none of you wake me when you heard about this?”  Joanna waved her phone, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

“You seemed really tired,” said Eugene, lamely.  

The more accurate answer, as far as Danny went, was that they were really tired, and then forgot.  

Joanna looked back at her phone and rubbed her eyes with her free hand.  “Why all these questions about Alicia’s medication?  I don’t understand–”

“We’re pretty sure that Revyvtech was involved in the poisoning,” said Danny.  “The first one.”

“Probably they were involved in the second one, too, with those special release capsules,” said Iris.

“I don’t know that they were that special,” said George.  

“Pretty sure?” asked Joanna.  “How sure is pretty sure?”

Danny turned to Gwensyvyr.  “Would blood blossoms have affected them like that?” 

Yes.

Which, of course, begged the questions of why– especially given that only some family members had been affected, and they’d apparently all been eating the same thing.  Still, details like that could be worked out later.  

“We know they at least have something that would act like the poison that killed everyone but Vivian,” said Danny.  

“The spirits…?” asked Joanna, not finishing the phrase.  

“Yeah,” said Danny.  

Joanna took a deep breath.  “Thank you, honored ancestors.”

Gwensyvyr gave Joanna a thumbs up.  Joanna jumped.  “Oh!  For a moment I thought–”  She shook her head and started pressing buttons on her phone.  

“What are you doing?” asked Eugene.  

“I’m calling your uncle,” she said.  

“He wasn’t picking up for us or for security.”

“He wasn’t being called on his personal phone.”

The phone rang, tinny and distant to Danny’s ears.  And rang.  And rang.  Joanna sniffled and switched to a different number.

“Who are you calling now?” asked Eugene.  

“Mr. Kynbaz - yes, on his personal phone.”

Oh, so everyone just had two phones, now, huh?  Good to know.  

This time, the phone was picked up.  Danny heard a tired “Joanna?” from the other side of the line.  

“Kevin,” said Joanna, “I need you to authorize an extraction for Alicia.”

[bloodsoakedbooks]

Heyy can I request fluff for Danny Johnson? (Ghostface) please and thank you!

Hey thank you for requesting, I really appreciate it! I did this taking place in the Entity's Realm and with a Fem Reader in mind, enjoy! ❤👻

Ghost Face (Danny Johnson) x Fem! Reader fluff!

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Danny Johnson was an interesting man, very mysterious and calculating... From time to time he would show up at the Survivors campsite and surprise (Y/N) with random objects or photographs from his camera, much to the annoyance and displeasure of the others. (Y/N) however thought it was very endearing and sweet, even if it did scare the living daylights out of her when the masked killer popped out at her randomly.

Today was no different, currently (Y/N) was alone by the campfire enjoying the peace and quiet as it was quite late into the evening. As the flames crackled loudly, a sudden new presence beside her made her almost jump from her skin. It was Danny and he had hold of a few photographs, slit between his gloved fingers. (Y/N) clutched her chest to try steady her beating heart as a sigh left the girl's lips.

"Jesus Danny how many times have I told you not to scare me like that, I can't hear you." Danny chuckled under the mask, fanning the photos.

"That's kinda the whole point, doll" He replied, as he shoved the photos infront of her and (Y/N) took a hold of them with both hands. Her (E/C) eyes scanned the first photo, it was of... Wesker?

"Are these..." (Y/N) pauses. "Of the other killers?" Danny nods his head in response, shifting to sit on the log beside her as she continues flipping through the array of photographs. A particular one catches (Y/N)'s attention, it was an image of Trickster sleeping, which caused her to raise a questioning eyebrow.

"Oh that's my favourite one!" Danny says, letting out a soft chuckle behind the mask, taking the photos back from her hands and gushing over them.

"Why are you taking photos of Trickster asleep?" (Y/N) asks, moving her legs to cross them, but Danny just waves a dissmisive hand.

"Don't worry bout' it, doll."

(Y/N) sighs. "That's exactly something to worry about..." Danny just chuckles once more, putting his beloved photographs away, before he slides closer to (Y/N) and takes his mask off (which is a rarity to see). Then he proceeds to place his head on her lap, his short curly black hair looking so soft, (Y/N) fans a hand through it and smiles to herself. A few more minutes pass by in silence as the fire burns and crackles, the gentle wind blowin against the trees.

"And besides you aren't complaining when I take pictures of you asleep." Danny bluntly says.

(Y/N) stops playing with his hair. "Sorry... What?"

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Sorry this took so long to complete, I hope you are happy with it! Thank you so much for requesting and being patient! 😅❤

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Groupie AU Headcanons

Hello hello! Here's those headcanons I promised for the one year anniversary of Settle Down! They aren't really all that smutty, sorry. I'm still planning on writing more filth for you guys, though, I promise! Also, I'm sorry if this isn't my best work, I'm not really well-versed in writing headcanons, but it was a really fun exercise!

Without further ado, enjoy!

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Warnings: Language, one spicy headcanon (#3), which includes a couple lines of dirty texts and one mention of masturbation over the phone

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader; Jake Kiszka x Reader; Sam Kiszka x Reader; Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words: 3545

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What you like to do for fun together:

Josh:

Josh likes to romance you even though you aren’t a couple. He’ll surprise you with a rose and whisk you away for an adventure around the town, but his favorite thing to do with you is find the most beautiful park and picnic, bonus point if there’s a pond or a lake because you guys like to keep seaweed snacks on you to feed the ducks. You’ll name them funny little names and he always ends up taking a selfie with them, which you always find funny because his photo reel is full of selfies with ducks.

“A rose for my darling,” Josh said, swooping dramatically until you took the flower from his hand. 

You took his outstretched hand and followed him down the stairs, noting the backpack he wore. “Did you find us a park? And did you get some seaweed? You fed the rest of ours to those mallards in Indiana last time.”

Josh shot you a mischeivous grin, and then opened the door to the rental car for you. “Don’t tell Sam, but I stole the rest of his.”

Jake: 

Jake loves teaching you about music, but not just music in general, music the way he sees it. He’s not great at sight reading or anything having to do with music notes on paper, so when he caught you staring early on in the arrangement and you admitted that you loved watching them play and were interested in learning yourself, Jake couldn’t help but put himself in the position of teacher, even if he’d never taught before, because he loves explaining his process to you, which also helps him figure things out himself when he has trouble. You’ll sit there together for hours with a snack and just play around on the instruments.

“It kinda reminds me of when Pheobe tried to teach Joey how to play guitar,” you laughed. After the many months now that you’d been with them, you’d have thought you would be better now at the guitar. You were not.

Jake smiled and made an exagerated hand motion. “What – you mean you think I name my precious skills things like ‘the bear claw’ and ‘the old lady?’” he teased, having watched that episode with you just to scrutinize the guitar playing. He moved to sit with his chest flush up against your back, wrapping his arms around you, even though they nearly didn’t reach around the guitar, and you leaned back into him, content to just watch him play.

Danny:

Danny loves going to antique stores with you. The Kiszka brothers aren’t always in the mood to spend hours looking meticulously through each and every section in the store, but you’re always down to stay with him and watch his eyes light up when he sees something cool. Your favorite thing to do is find a very expensive or different clothing rack and then dress each other up in the weirdest outfits possible (although one time, you did end up liking a coat he put you in more than you thought you would, and Danny carried it around the store for you until you checked out).

“Do you think that Josie would hate me if I showed up with an entire vintage ‘My Little Pony’ set for her birthday next month?” Danny joked, grinning as you raised your brows in surprise at the pure size of the display, with what look like about 50 plastic ponies all standing around a multi-piece set.

You picked up a pink one. “I’m sure you’d definitely be low on the list of ‘people I need to send a thank you card to.” You turned to see an old ukulele hanging on the wall at the booth across the floor. “But I don’t think you should be actively making your sister hate you. Go check that uke out instead.”

He turned to where you were pointing and gasped, the hand-painted designs immediately making him forget about ‘My Little Pony.’

Sam: 

Sam loves drinks – alcoholic, holiday, specialty, anything – and he loves knowing what the “special” drink of whatever town or city they’re in is. He’ll do all his research and send you screenshots or links to places that he wants to go, and he knows you’ll come with because you want to take advantage of seeing the world like a rockstar without fame. Sometimes, just to fuck with people, Sam insists that you made each other unrecognizable, and then once you’d drank your fill of the best hot cocoa or a flight of craft beer, he’d call Danny or one of his brothers and challenge them to find you, like a big game of hide and go seek.

“I think you look a little bit like a cartoon character who dresses up in disguise. The fake mustache is going just a little too far,” you teased, watching Sam wipe his mouth and accidentally set the stick-on facial hair askew. 

He gasped as if offended and fixed his mustache, smoothing it out with his fingers and shooting you a dirty glare in the process. “Don’t talk about the ‘stache that way, Y/N. It’s my Clark Kent factor,” he defended. 

Clark Kent had nothing on Sam Kiszka, you thought. You took a sip of a new beer from your flight and smacked your lips together. “Oh, this one’s good. Here, Superman,” you said playfully, hovering the drink over to Sam’s side of the table, “taste this one.”

How they’d react to a pregnancy scare:

Josh:

The most supportive boy there ever was! Wanna keep the baby? He’s already looking at the safest cribs. Don’t wanna keep it? He’ll drive you across the US to get you to a state that supports it, and he’d insist on being the first brother at your side, since he’s the oldest. But as we all know, Josh loves children, and he’s already writing lyrics about the the wonders of childhood and all the feelings he’s experiencing knowing that he could potentially be a father (…25% chance biologically, 100% chance in practice), and he keeps them stored away when the scare is resolved, but you find them weeks later, since everyone’s stuff is mixed with everyone else’s, and it definitely makes you cry.

“I really like this one,” you said, voice quivering as you read a set of lyrics on the papers you found that brought a lump to your throat. Just seeing how Josh had perceived things through his specific brand of communication was special, and even if you hadn’t wanted a baby, experiencing Josh’s positivity was something of a bundle of joy in and of itself.

Josh peeked over your shoulder and became a little bashful. “Well, they’re still a work in progress.”

Jake:

Jake is probably one of the most apprehensive about the maybe-pregnancy. In no way would he shirk responsibility or even be disappointed, per se, but he does worry about how it will affect the band, the arrangement, and their lives in general. He knows that the band’s time has an expiration date, and somewhere deep inside, he’d be a little worried that a baby would make that date come sooner. In his opinion, it would be one of the best reasons to go out, but Jake isn’t done quite yet. That being said, Jake thinks tiny little guitars are cute, and he quite likes playing house with you. He’s also second, only after Sam, regarding the most curious about who the “real” father would have been, if you actually had been pregnant. 

“You’ve been a little quiet,” you said, nose to nose with Jake in his bunk. There was no funny business, not after the excitement of the day, but you’d noticed his unusually subdued demeanor after you broke the news.

Jake looked back at you with what almost look like guilt. “I’m just…processing. It’s like, our whole lives could have been changed, you know? And I feel bad that part of me was so– so against a baby .”

You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, grateful that he was honest and thoughtful both. “I would never ask you to give up your life, Jake. We’d have found a way.”

Danny:

He becomes a little bit of a Papa Bear, very much a dad-zilla, even in the short time the scare goes on for. Very freaked out, very concerned, but the most attentive of them all. He’s the one going out to buy the pregnancy tests and coming back with vitamins and a chocolate bar, too. He’s also the one who does the research for the nearest OB GYN so that if you are pregnant, you could be seen. He’s there in the morning with water and a cuddle, and he’d watch you like a hawk until you were safely and securely not pregnant, but he’d admit to you days after that he didn’t mind playing the doting partner, for what it was worth.

“Wait!” Danny cried out as the three Kiszkas enveloped you in a tight, comforting group hug. You all turned your heads toward him, bodies frozen where they were as his tone of voice surprised you.

“What?” you questioned. You’d much rather him be involved in the hug than standing on the outside, but he sounded worried and that set you on edge.

Danny bit his lip, taken aback by the immediate and complete shift of attention to him, even though he called it to himself. “Um…” he started, licking his lips uncertainly, “that won’t, like…hurt the baby, will it?”

“Oh god,” Sam chuckled, pulling away. “It’s the return of home-ec Flour Baby Dad Danny! Everybody run!”

Sam:

Sam spends the first few hours of the scare attempting to make light of it by assigning everyone a parental role. He jokingly dubs Danny, “Daddy,” as a nod to their fans (which Danny just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at), declares himself, “Pops,” Josh, “Papa,” (but only with a Spanish twist), and Jake, “Dada,” (but, again, only in the Shrek the III voice). In all reality, he’s scared out of his wits, because logically, Journey was right - the road ain’t no place to start a family. But between the doubts and the fear and the unpreparedness, seeing you laugh at his stupid jokes and the way his brothers look at you, he’d also knows that you already were kinda a family, and regardless of your decision to keep it or not, you’d be a pretty damn good one after everything, too.

You could see Sam sitting on his hands, everyone waiting impatiently for Danny to get back from the drugstore they had to do an emergency stop at. It was only ever in the dressing room before a show that Sam did that.

“You good?” you asked quietly as you sat next to him, hand on his knee. 

Sam chuckled softly, glancing at you with his basset-hound eyes. “Yeah,” he said, clearly nervous but trying to hold it together. “Are you?”

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder to and stem his nervous energy. “Sure,” you said, half false confidence, the other half genuine. “One way or another, we will be.”

How they’d react if you sent them a dirty picture (that the others didn’t get 👀):

Josh:

Josh is probably the one who least minds sharing you. It’s not because he doesn’t love you any less than the others, it’s because he finds you so damn beautiful that he couldn’t fathom not sharing you with the others, who he knows love you just as much. So, when the other three don’t get a text, he shares with them, but only just barely; he is, after all, possessive of what you give to him specifically, so he only allows the other’s a peek once he checks that it’s okay with you. Very much, “ha ha, look what I have” more than he does it out of the goodness of his heart.

“Holy shit, darling. How can you do this to me? You know I’m around my brothers, and you know that we won’t be home for another few hours.”

“Can I brag about you, darling? Would it be okay for me to show the others how beautiful you look in that picture? Just so that they know. Then it’s all for me.”

“I can’t stop staring at this, Y/N, damn. How did we get so fucking lucky?”

Jake:

Jake is definitely the one taking a little “break” from whatever it is he was doing. Most likely to the bathroom (hint hint wink wink). If he knows you’re free, he’d definitely give you a call, just so that you can hear his breathing change as he gets off in the studio’s private bathroom. You might even talk him through it, knowing that you got him so worked up with one picture. And when he gets back to the others, he’d just smirk knowingly in a way that would drive the other three insane.

“You know it’s only fair that I call you so you can hear what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“I’m alone now. I hope you are too.”

“The others hate me for having a secret, but if you wear that little number tonight I bet they’ll forget all about ;)”

Danny:

You know that you’re playing with fire when it comes to Danny with how quick he is to snap from his sweet, down-to-earth everyday demeanor to his dominant, controlling bedroom one. Combining the two different extremes of his personality, especially when he’s not with you to do anything about it, creates a very interesting breed of Danny, and the others would never know what set him off because he wouldn’t be thinking of them – as soon as he sees that picture, he knows that his focus is done for the rest of the day. He’s only human, after all.

“If you wanted me to leave to come and fuck you stupid…this was the best way to do that. Good job.”

“You’re so pretty and I want to absolutely RUIN that. In a good way, obviously.”

“You’re gonna want to start groveling, sweet girl. You’ve made me mess up too many times and they’ve sent me home.”

Sam:

He’d immediately look up at the others for their reaction if he was around them and, when he doesn’t see a reaction, he’d catch on immediately that he was the sole recipient of the photos and devolve into his teasing, taunting bedroom persona. He’s just as good at getting you all riled up over the phone as he is in person. He’d hint at it in the group, telling his brothers when they ask why he’s so distracted on his phone, “It’s a Y/N and I thing. For me to enjoy and you to not.”

“Just for me, dirty girl? How kind of you.”

“Good god, baby, you are beautiful. Where have you been hiding these sexy little pictures?”

“You’re gonna be dressed like this when I get back to the bus, right? Curl up right there in my bunk with the blinds closed, I want you all to myself. Go ahead and touch yourself for me, make sure you’re nice and wet and ready, cause this was a naughty, naughty, prank.”

How they’d react to fan speculation about their relationship with you:

Josh:

He’d have next to no reaction. In fact, you’d be very surprised if it were him to bring it up in the first place, because Josh loves his fans, but to a point that seeing everyone’s wants and desires and criticisms all at once overwhelms him since he can’t make everyone happy. But if he saw something about your relationship, he’d be sure to bring it up to you if only to make you aware of it, but outside of that, he really doesn’t care if people speculate.He protects you as best as he can – they all do – but he’s no stranger to the world of fame and fans, so he sees no reason to fight it.

“Hey, we’re dating again, just to let you know,” Josh said casually from the couch as you poured yourself a cup of drip coffee and hoped to God that the bus wouldn’t make you spill it all over yourself.

His words made you laugh, though, and you snorted before taking a sip of your drink. “Oh yeah? I wasn’t sure who I was on most recently. The last I heard I was caught up in a love triangle between Danny and Jake, and they hated each other because of me, so…”

Josh put his feet in your lap as soon as you sat down next to him. “Nah, darling, you’re all mine right now.”

Jake:

Like Josh, he probably wouldn’t have much of an outwardly reaction, but the speculation would put Jake a little more on edge, especially since he lurks on social media more than Josh does. This would unfortunately lead to him distancing himself from you for a little bit, meaning not as much sex, not as much fun, and not as much time that he spent with the band when you tag along. It might make you falter for a second, not knowing what brought it on (and not because you hadn’t seen the rumors, but because there were so many of them that you’d become desensitized) but, eventually, the other boys would drag him to you when they figure out that he’s making you upset by doing it, and he’d come around like he always does.

“I think that you being the mastermind behind this all is very fitting,” Jake joked, listening as the dressing room door was barricaded from the outside. “They’re just your loyal meatheads.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” you asked, ignoring his question and getting right to the point that the other boys had brought Jake in to clear up. “I’ve given you like, one handjob in the past two weeks and you gave up your hotel night to Josh.” It was about more than sex, of course – you missed him as a friend, and you were worried you’d done something to make him angry. He fixed you with a startled gaze and began to protest, but you would have none of it. “And you DARE say that you aren’t, Jake Kiszka. Talk to me," you asked, softer now.

Jake hesitated for a moment, but let out a deep breath he seemed to be holding in his entire being. "Okay."

Danny:

This man would cause chaos if given the opportunity. He’d like supportive posts, but he’d also like cryptic, single-guy coded posts just because he can. He’d probably even follow a new ‘run by a hot woman’ account to really nail the point in that nobody out there really knew what was going on behind closed doors. And, speaking of behind closed doors, he likes it when the speculation cycle eventually makes it around to him again, because he when people think you’re his, it gives him ground to call you that “as a joke.” However, it also makes him just that much more likely to have you whisper-scream his name on the bus for the others to hear, and that’s not a joke.  

“Well, hello there, Y/N,” Danny said with a wink as he slid into the diner booth beside you before any of the other three could, “or should I say, my ‘on-and-off-again, no-good-for-me girlfriend’ who I was apparently seen buying a ring for last week.”

The other three band members crowded into the other seats, leaving you squished up against the wall. “It’d better be one fat diamond, Wagner,” you huffed, prying your phone from between the two of you. “Have the masses moved me to your corner again?”

“Oh yeah,” Danny confirmed, smiling sweetly and wrapping an arm around you. He kissed your cheek and then followed it with a whisper into your ear, “I’m your prince in the streets but a freak in the sheets, as they say. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Sam:

Sam is an enigma when it comes to speculations. It happens so much that he gets bored of it, and his response differs every time. In the beginning, he would just shut down socially – that meant a break from social media, less outings, less fan interaction from him – but as time went by and speculations because something to sigh about instead of react to, he’d be even more careless. He’d post stories with you, bring you everywhere with them, throw you a kiss onstage, etc. because he’d be a little spiteful. He doesn’t like it when people demonize you for being close with the whole band, so he’ll show his affection plain as day to get that message across.

“Sam, just because they say–”

“I don’t care what they fucking say, I’m doing this because I want to,” Sam insisted, popping a piece of cotton candy in his mouth as the Ferris Wheel rose higher. “I love fairs.”

Looking out at all the people wandering around the town they were playing a show in, you knew there’d be a large population of Greta Van Fleet fans who’d catch sight of you and make assumptions. You honestly didn’t mind, but you knew it ticked Sam off, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

The sun was beginning to set, though, and pressed flush shoulder to foot with Sam, you couldn’t really find it in you to argue.

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BUT WHERE? [C.L 16]

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Masterlist

Leclerc family Masterlist

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x F! Tennis player reader

Summary: The family enjoys the winter break

Request: yes

"Maybe we can go to New York, it's a very nice city" Charles said

They had spent an hour talking about where they should go on winter break this year, and they still hadn't decided on a place, or even a country.

"Umm I don't know Charles, we went there the year before, i think we could change, maybeeeee netherlands?" it was a beautiful country after all, there were many mountains and green places to spend time playing with family

"It's good, but we went this year for the race, we should cross those places for a while, what do you think?"

"For me it's fine, we can forget many places, but I still don't have an idea hon" you said already frustrated, you had no idea what could be possible

"We can make a game to choose, I say the alphabet in silence and you say when I stop, wherever I am we are going to look for a country with that letter" said excited

"Okay star"

Before starting charles says A and begins to say the alphabet silently, what we were doing was quite strange, it could be something that Tony did to decide something, but we are not so different from him after all, we are his parents.

"STOP, What letter??"

"G, Any ideas??"

"OOOH YES CHAAARLES"

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DanielRicciardo, Maxverstappen, Lewis Hamilton and 1.273.322 liked

CharlesLeclerc: That the Last one closes the door, we are going on vacation in winter break, guess where?

YnVerstappen: Umm idk New York???

↪️ Maxverstappen: Really yn??

↪️ YnVerstappen: 😔😔

DanielRicciardo: Umm Australia??

↪️ CharlesLeclerc: cold cold Dan

↪️ YnVerstappen: You can do it Danny!!

Ferrari: Italy???

↪️ YnVerstappen: Sorry but nop guys, we have failed you

LewisHamilton: idk if you're traveling to London, but if you aren't, you should, winter is soo nice there

↪️ CharlesLeclerc: I'll take note Mate, but we won't go there for now

YnVerstappen

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YnVerstappen: No one guessed!!! We are here in Germany 🇩🇪🇩🇪 danke for the welcome ❤️

MickSchumacher: That's amazing guys!!! Enjoy the travel, you are welcome if you want to meet one day here

↪️ YnVerstappen: Thxx so much Mickk, see you then❤️❤️

DanielRicciardo: Try to use your German skills yn, they are really fantastic

↪️ YnVerstappen: Fuck u Daniel

↪️ Maxverstappen: 😆😆

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CharlesLeclerc:I think mom has more fun with Tony's new friends than Tony

PierreGasly: She enjoys all the moments lol

↪️ YnVerstappen: For sure Pierre,no shame

Danielricciardo: When you get back he could spend some time with uncle Daniel, he's going to have a lot more fun

↪️ Arthurleclerc: If he has time with him I want too, but I want more time

↪️ Maxverstappen: I'm his fav uncle He will have more fun, he can play with baby P

↪️Lorenzolcr; I'm not going to argue I know I'm going to lose

↪️ YnVerstappen: Don't say that Lolo, You can spend all the time with him, we could spend couple time with Charles

↪️ CharlesLeclerc: yes yes couple time😏😏

↪️ Maxverstappen: FUCKING PERVERT STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER

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If you're allowed to say, what aspects of Venus aren't you allowed to use? I suppose I was under the assumption that The Next Mutation was mostly free game to be used in other TMNT products. Or does Saban still own a lot of its constituent parts? Considering Ninjara's latest appearance since the Adventures series (unless you count the infamous furlough issues) is about to be in a background in DLC for Shredder's Revenge It's kind of bonkers how many disparate parts of this long-running series are not owned by Nickelodeon at this point and just held onto by various companies.

I don't have a specific list handy but the two main things I was told "no" on are we can't use the full "Venus de Milo" name and we can't give her a braided mask/bandana. At one point I tried to make her more visually similar to the Next Mutation version and they had me pull back from it. I originally wanted to reveal her true name as Mei, a nod to her Next Mutation name, but that didn't fly either.

I don't know the exact ins and outs of the legal aspects, it's all pretty complex and a lot of it seems arbitrary and more "better safe than sorry" than explicitly legally-binding, but yeah I think Saban still owns Next Mutation to some extent if not in full. Even the Next Mutation DVD set that came out recently-ish doesn't have Nickelodeon or Viacom anywhere on it.

I remember in the early days of IDW we were told we couldn't use Ninjara, but then more recently turns out we CAN use her! Another example of how arbitrary and malleable this stuff is, Lita was originally supposed to be Venus, I designed her as Venus (hence her yin-yang tattoo and tessen/fan weapons) and she was even written as Venus at first (it was going to be that Jennika would be a big tennis fan and named Lita/Venus after tennis player Venus Williams) but then at the last minute I was told we couldn't use Venus, so I had to rename her and change her into a new character. Then later it seemed like we COULD use Venus after all so I started working on introducing her again, but then after we'd already released images and promos from issue #127 there was a brief scare where it looked like we actually didn't have clearance for Venus AGAIN! For a minute I thought I was going to have to rename/rework Venus again into a new character, I thought I was going to end up with TWO almost-Venus-until-the-last-minute characters, but then at the eleventh hour things worked out. WHEW.

It's also weird even for characters that Viacom does 100% own, like for example we tried to use Tatsu from the 1990 movie but we were told no (so we changed it to Natsu who ended up working out pretty well if I do say so myself) because of likeness issues. We're generally not able to use any character that was originally played by a real person in live-action form whose face can be seen, like Tatsu, Keno, Danny, Vam Mi, etc. It's especially weird because Tatsu was used in the 2012 show and he's clearly based on the actor, Toshishiro Obata, but I think there are probably some weird byzantine stipulations like 3D CG models are okay but drawn media is not. It's all very weird.

ANYWAY!