#vlad is on parole

[bet-on-me-13]

Everybody always talks about how Danny would be the mad scientist, the one who makes crazy inventions from basically nothing

But nobody ever talks about Vlad doing the same

Think about it, Vlad was right there with Jack and Maddie during their High School days, and he managed to help them build the Proto-Portal in a High-School Lab with barely any resources

Imagine a scenario where Batman/Any Hero was investigating Vlad for corruption, and while they are interrogating him, some random villain attack them.

Vlad isn’t allowed to use his powers while on Ghost Parole, and he wouldn’t be able to either way since there’s a Hero right there. So instead, he takes a bunch of different appliances from the Break Room they are trapped in, and starts ripping them apart.

The Hero asks what the hell he’s doing, but stops when Vlads cobbled together invention activates and disables the powers of whatever villain they are being attacked by.

“D-did you just build a long ranged Meta-Dampener from the appliances in a break room?”

“Not my best work, would have been more effective if I had more Double-A Batteries and a few more nickels”

[wanologic]

vlad met him there via helicopter

[nerdpoe]

Danny and Dani and Dan get Alfreded in three fell swoops

So like, sad time, but Alfred dies while Bruce is doing his world tour. He never survived long enough to see Bruce become Batman. Died alone in the Manor, after a particularly nasty fall and a broken neck.

But that was unacceptable.

Master Bruce, insufferable boy, could not lose another paternal figure in his life. Also the Manor was still a mess, and Bruce would need someone to make sure he didn't accidentally poison himself.

So he hid his corpse on the Manor grounds, and got to work.

And he was so glad he stayed; sure, it had taken a bit to stop glowing, but really the floating thing was amazingly helpful in reaching the chandelier, and after Master Bruce had returned he had gotten so many grandchildren.

Fast forward; Danny defeated Pariah Dark, he is Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms, Dan is attempting reformation and is technically a Prince by relation, and Dani is attempting to be Dan's parole officer and is definitely a Princess 100% she never forgets that no sir.

And Danny gets approached by some of the Observants, and they tell him that there is a very powerful ghost in Gotham, one that fully and completely blends in with humans and really needs to come to the Infinite Realms to complete his paperwork. But whenever they show up, this ghost thinks that they're there to force him to stay in the Infinite Realms.

And he kicks their asses.

Brutally.

For a bit he had a tiny kid ghost with him kicking their asses as well, but the kid randomly disappeared one day.

The Observants very clearly outline that this ghost is not Gotham herself, although the tax-evading criminal has been seen having tea with her.

Danny has no desire to deal with this; he just graduated high school and needs to focus on what college he's going to choose, so if Dan or Dani want to throw hands with some weird Gotham Ghost then by all means. Fuck taxes anyways, what did the Zone even take for taxation, what-?

So Danny splits his time college hunting and trying to find out how tax laws work in the Ghost Zone.

Dani goes to the old man first, and Alfred promptly sits her down and gives her cookies and hot chocolate, treats her like the kid she's never been treated like between Vlad and all of the Zone focusing on the Princess thing, and she feels at home for the second time in her half-life.

Dani gets a call from a nervous Observant, and promptly tells him she isn't going back either so nyah.

Dan goes to pick her up, and Alfred asks him if he is quite alright, he looks rather tense, and that if it is a fight he wants then the Justice League could probably use a new member, after all Alfred knows an upstanding young man when he sees one, and clearly Dan just needs a chance to prove to himself that he can be good.

Just like another young man Alfred knows.

Dan gets a call from a nervous Observant, and tells them that he's a little busy stopping an alien invasion, and is a tentative member of the Justice League now so he doesn't have time for their bullshit.

Also fuck taxes.

Finally, Danny has no choice.

He goes to drag this random old man and his little sister back to the Zone himself.

Alfred takes one look at him and slowly slides a flier for Gotham University across the kitchen island.

"Your younger sister speaks well of you," the dead butler says, eyes beaming, "and I believe that, given what she has said, you qualify for one of the Wayne Educational Grants for a full ride, so to speak."

Alfred never gets dragged into the Ghost Zone, although eventually he does learn that they weren't trying to drag him into the Land of the dead but were just trying to get him to do paperwork.

He never goes.

Bruce, however, is very fucking confused as to where these strange kids came from.

[alyakthedorklord]

Welcome to Danny’s Part 2

People have been asking for more of this ^^ so here you go, have a really long word vomit of stuff i think is funny

(IM NOT WRITING THIS FIC GDI I HAVE ENOUGH WIP’S!)

Danny’s restaurant is ALSO manned by-

Tucker, who will fix your tech for free, has tattoos of hieroglyphics and lines of code that shift around when he gets busy.

Sam, who makes an express line for veggie orders. If you try to order meat from sam all the potted plants start trembling.

Jazz, who has a special booth in the back and Magically makes people dump their deepest secrets to her in streamlined Liminal Powers Therapy. (It’s a bit weird but hey the people she targets feel better so whatevs.)

Dani, who shares pictures from tourist traps she's visited, though there’s also some REALLY WEIRD pics of alternate realities and cult shenanigans mixed in. Some of the older patrons are concerned. She’s a little too young to do all this alone- actually, how old is she? Her father looks like he’s in his early twenties…

Dan, who is working here while “on parole” and often loudly argues with Danny about it.

“I don’t want to work in your stupid shop, Dad!”

Dan is two whole feet taller than danny and three times as wide i will not be taking constructive criticism. He’s a whole silver fox. There are some ladies who have a crush on him and they’re really concerned if he’s legal bc danny is younger than them how is Dan his child-

“Dan, how old are you?”

“I don’t know, like, a hundred sixty something?”

(Lady turns to look at Danny, who shrugs and smiles.) “time dilation. What a world we live in. Dan, kiddo, can you get some more napkins from the back?”

“Ugh, fine, dad.”

The first villain Danny ACTUALLY fights isn’t the Joker. It’s Condiment King. Dan runs away from him, which is already weird bc guy is MASSIVE, and the condiment king chases him bc YES SOMEONE FINALLY FEARS HIM PROPERLY.

Danny bursts out of the shop in righteous fatherly fury and beats the snot out of him. Everyones is confused bc… what? Dan is massive? Why is he scared? Why is the twink beating the snot out of condiment king?

“Dan had a traumatic experience with Burger Sauce.” Danny explains, glaring down at the rouge at his feet. He kicks him, growls, “Don’t mess with my kid.” And walks back inside.

No one asks, bc this is gotham. Asking is rude, and also it lessens the Mystery that is Danny’s. No one knows how the kids came into existence. No one knows, before someone from out of town (metropolis, ugh) asks about the sign.

The sign outside the shop says:

Welcome to Danny’s!

Do no harm and no harm shall befall you.

Start nothing and nothing will be ended.

We have baseball bats and fists and a mean swing.

This establishment does not serve- guys in white (suits), Vlad, Transphobes, Vlad, Clowns, VLAD.

Do not ask for the secret menu. If you can get it, Danny will offer it.

(Don’t scare the other customers, please.)

When asked who Vlad is, bc he’s banned three times, Danny just kind of sighs.

“He’s my kid's other parent. He’s an obsessive creep who completely ignores Danielle because she’s a girl, rolling in money but won’t pay his child support. You know how it is.”

Several goons ask what he looks like so they can keep an eye out. Dani happily tells them “look at Dan, take away Dad’s features, then convert 30% of his height and weight into smarminess.”

It's an effective description. Vlad gets full body tackled the moment he enters the neighborhood. Danny gives the goons free fudge (family recipe, one of the restaurants signatures)

One of the reasons Danny’s is so popular is bc its open 24/7. (Unless its one of those weird times where all the doors are locked and if you look through the window blinds theres nothing but a starry void.) One of the reasons Danny’s is so weird is bc Danny is ALWAYS behind the counter. Always. Round the clock. He doesn’t sleep, eat, anything. Some people swear he has a twin he swaps out with (clones).

Sometimes, after a really difficult customer, Danny will let out a really long sigh and mutter “time out” before glitching into a new position, with a new shirt and combed hair. No one mentions it.

Theres a deal that’s just, “beat danny in a fight you eat for free.”

The deal extends to both Dan and Dani as well. Even if you lose you get fudge as a reward for courage.

No one ever wins.

One time, a couple brought their kid, recently discharged from the hospital. Danny comes over to them and grins. “Hey, kiddo! Bet you gave your parents a scare, huh? Pulled through in the end. That means you get the secret menu!”

Parents: hey wtf?

Danny, handing over a perfectly normal menu: 😀

Kid: “ooh mommy look at the glowy stars!”

Parents: !?!?!?

Danny: 😁

Old man Dave, whose heart has stopped like three times now: “Oh don’t worry about that, prices are the same and it will help your kid feel much better. Danny’s just a little weird.”

After all, it’s not just full ghosts that get the menu. If you’ve been dead, heart stopped, soul out of body before being popped back into place, then you get it. There’s actually a pretty high number of people who get it, bc this is Gotham. People get resuscitated after rogue attacks. The ecto actually helps stabilize their soul after getting jerked between life and death so rudely.

The secret menu that they’re given is just a normal menu, scribbled over top with an ecto pen, invisible to non-secret menu havers. Different “ecto-levels” to choose from, and three extra dishes. There’s also instructions to get into the “back room” for those who can’t go intangible, though it comes with a disclaimer “not for the faint of heart.”

There’s also a small note at the bottom- “do not share food.”

Anyways, as per original post. Tim herds Joker into Danny’s radar bc he Cannot Deal Right Now. He salutes Danny, who waves back, grinning like he didn’t just come at the Clown Prince of Crime like a feral badger on crack cocaine. “Heya, Red Robin! You want a coffee?”

“Please.” Tim sighs. “You’re the best, Danny.”

Jason looks between tim and the shop danny just vanished into. “Uh, what?”

“Danny doesn’t like clowns.” Tim explains. “Or condiment king. They get close, Danny takes them out.”

Jason is incredibly confused, bc he just came back from an out of town mission, but this place is right on the edge of his territory and he should definitely know about it. He asks tim, who just shrugs.

“That shop is weird. It’s like a grocery store at 3am. I stumbled in there after a rough night and Danny just whipped me up the best coffee i've ever had. Still can’t find their website. I swear it’s bigger on the inside and the door keeps swapping from one side of that fire hydrant to the other.”

Danny comes out and passes Tim a massive coffee cup. “Come back and talk shop with tucker, okay? You’re welcome any time. Both of you, actually.”

He gives Jason a weird look and then goes back inside.

Jason, who is a little concerned that the reverence tim has is more than his average weird worship of coffee (it's just that good) goes back the next day in civvies.

He gets offered the secret menu, danny does the eye thing, Jason retreats to look at the secret menu. Unsure of what just happened, he texts tim.

Jason: Why was i given a “secret menu”

Tim: WTF WHAT DID YOU DO TO GET THAT

Jason: IDK THATS WHY IM TEXTING YOU

tim: I'VE BEEN GOING FOR MONTHS I’M A LOYAL PATRON WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DONT

Jason: the secret menu apparently (image)

Tim: …thats just the normal menu???

Jason: no? It looks like a kid went ham with a neon green marker tf?

Duke: you know this is the family chat right?

Steph: order the waffles

Jason: you order the waffles. Wtf is an ecto-level.

Jason asks for what danny recommends, Danny immediately gives him a milkshake and tells him it's on the house bc he “looks rough.”

Jason is kind if offended, bc he actually got a decent sleep- but then he tries it and its like.

Oh.

Now. Between the stink Tim is making, and the sudden worship that Jason has of this shops milkshakes, the BatFamily is now Curious and will Investigate.

Are the milkshakes really that good?

The full force of the Wayne Family™ isn’t exactly subtle, so they go in twos and threes over the course of a week.

Damian gets offered the secret menu, and is also directed towards Sam’s express vegetarian line. Danny just Knew. Damian accuses Tim and/or Jason of pulling a prank on him, but they both swear up and down they didn’t say anything.

Both Steph (i think? Did she fake her death or actually die idk) and Cass get the secret menu, and they keep trying to ask Tim what certain things on the menu mean. Tim Cannot See what they’re talking about. He’s starting to get frustrated. Is it some sort of magic spell?

Tim takes Kon to Danny’s. (Is it a date? A test date on a low-stakes investigation? Maybe.) Danny, who is really starting to enjoy messing with Tim, gleefully offers Kon the secret menu, and Tim the normal one. Tim bangs his head on the table.

Dick doesn’t get a secret menu, but he does notice a couple disappear through the wall. He’s almost certain he’s seen them before, but it will be a while before he remembers Kitty and Johnny from his early Robin Days.

Duke is also not offered a secret menu, but he can see the writing anyways. He can also see that some of the patrons have weird auras, and what on EARTH is up with Danny himself? He tries to ignore it, up until Steph gets him to order one of the specials off Cass’s (secret) menu. And Danny just kind of sharpens, the air going cold.

“I didn’t give you that menu. Just because you can read it, doesn’t mean you want it. Order off the right menu, please.”

Duke, freaked the hell out by the Biblically Accurate Horror that Danny is shifting into, orders off the right menu and apologizes.

“Oh, it’s alright!” Danny flips back to cheerful in seconds. “It’s just that it wouldn’t be completely healthy for you to eat it, even if you are part immortal.”

Duke bluescreens.

Alright, somethings definitely going on.

Tim and Jason both order the same thing- an oreo milkshake, one off the secret menu, one off the normal menu. Jason confirms the one from the normal menu does not taste the same and isn’t as good. Tim cannot confirm the other way around, because Jason nearly punches him when he attempts to taste it.

They take samples home, analyze them, and go over anecdotes from other patrons, trying to figure out what makes Danny’s so weird. What makes Kon, Cass, Jason, and Damian different?

Wait a second. Kon, Cass, Jason, Damian. The ones that died and came back to life.

It’s around this time that Dick remembers where he’s seen Kitty and Johnny before. Lovers from two houses, both alike in (in)dignity, had a romeo-and-juliet-esque escapade across Gotham, ending in high speed chase with Kitty’s gangster father and a fatal motorcycle accident. Both are dead. Both are in Danny’s.

Danny’s has something to do with death.

Having heard a couple stories about food of the dead, they notify Bruce (who is very concerned as to what exactly his children have been putting in their mouths) and then call in the magic users of the justice league.

It’s a mess. Dan calls Constantine a whore. Deadman and Secret (i think thats Tim’s ghost friend?) get abducted to the backroom. Dani clocks Capt. Marvel as another kid who looks older than he actually is, with magic powers, and his showing him her REALLY interesting travel photos. Zatanna is like “this place needs an exorcism” and danny just goes “ma’am please don’t exorcize my customers.”

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[radiance1]

Pariah Dark. Ghost King. Master of War. Tyrant. The Breaker of Worlds.

Currently found himself... perplexed and at a loss.

He had assumed he would never be free once more, the one-time his punishment was cut short he wrote it off as the mistake it was. A pitiful fool who believed he could claim his crown from his prison without consequences.

The second time.

Well.

He would not have thought himself to be so lucky, assuming that no other would be foolish enough to free him once more.

He most likely should have learned not to assume a lot of things, when one is more than acquainted with the Master of Time. There was a lot he would do and did for the other before his eternal rest, and a lot of things he could've wrapped his mind around, found out the reason for, even so long as he had the clues no doubt left by Time.

But this.

This.

He was not exactly sure what his expression was, he could not even decide what exactly he was feeling, even. "Dearly belo-" Pariah Dark hid his mistake by clearing his throat. "Master of Time, what exactly do you intend for me to do with... these."

'These' referred to the small beasts currently amusing themselves on his body. A pitch-black chick with red eyes currently nesting in his hair, a snake trying to loop itself-and failing at looping- itself around his neck, a puppy currently resting on his arm and a cub currenting trying to get said puppy's attention only to be zapped away by the pup's foot.

Yes.

Zapped.

Despite this utterly befuddling situation, he was amused by it nonetheless.

"Your parole," The Master of Time said, all-knowing smile on his face. "Surely you would know what to do with children, would you not?"

Pariah Dark blinked. "What in the infinite is a parole?" Pariah tasted the word on his tongue, as if it was foreign to him. And, well. It was. "And what, exactly, would that have to do with children?"

The Master of Time's smile eased into faint amusement, as if aware of some joke the king himself was not.

Which happened more often than not, actually.

"Take good care of these children, and you shall be released from eternal sleep." He said, as if that explained everything. But Pariah Dark was staring at him in clear and undisguised puzzlement.

He then raised an eyebrow. "You would leave me alone with children? Truly? With no qualms?"

The personification of Time nodded, and Pariah could blink slowly, as if he had trouble wrapping his head around this. "Dearly beloved, surely you would not think that this-" If Clockwork noticed his slip of the tongue, then he didn't point it out as Pariah Dark continued. "Would be the best of ideas, no? Surely, you should be worrying for their safety."

Clockwork's eyes filled with mirth as he inclined his head slightly. "Well, do you currently hold any thoughts of harming these children?"

Pariah Dark's face gave away his faint confusion. "Not particularly, no."

"Then that is that." The ancient ghost nodded, as if everything was already decided and done as Pariah could only stare at him in unsurprised exasperation before shaking his head.

Perhaps, he should have expected this.

"The one currently making a nest of your hair goes by Vlad, the Pheonix King." Clockwork pointed his staff to the chick in question, who squinted open an eye before nestling further into the king's hair. He then pointed to the snake. "The one currently trying to strangle you, is Danny. Our prince as well as what humans would call an eastern dragon."

The way Clockwork pronounced our had Pariah feeling like it held another meaning and not just him being known as the prince.

Was there something he was not aware of...?

The staff then pointed to the pup dozing off in his arms. "That one," Clockwork said with faint amusement. "Goes by Dan, a fusion between the phoenix and dragon resulted in his creation and he soon became his own entity after becoming secluded from his timeline after its erasure." He said this casually, as if it weren't something that would cause questions. "He is also a Raiju."

How a bird and snake gave way to dog, Pariah does not know.

The staff then pointed to the last child in his arms, trying to bother Dan and being kicked away and zapped for its efforts. "That is Dani, formally Danielle. She is a Mishipeshu who is the only successful clone of the phoenix and dragon, making her our technical princess."

Again, the emphasis of our left Pariah feeling like there was something he should know. A missing piece to a puzzle he didn't even know he had started.

"You said this one was a king, correct?" Pariah asked, shifting around his arms to better support the pup and cub. "Would the phoenix's not take offense to me of all people being the one to raise their ruler?" As soon as the words left his tongue did he remember who exactly he was talking to.

He was met with a vicious smile, one that he did not see until the days of yore. His non-existent heart skipped a beat.

"Well, if they would like to voice their... displeasure." The Master of Time practically purred that sentence out, and Pariah felt something odd shift inside him. "Then they are surely allowed to do so."

Pariah grunted, silent for a few moments. Clockwork moved towards him in that time, and Pariah stood still, only tracking the ghost with his eyes. "I am quite certain you would make a wonderful father, dear-"

Excuse him, dear..?

"-So why not prove me right as you always have, hm?" Pariah Dark blinked, opening his mouth to speak before his mind screeched to a halt as he felt a pair of lips upon his own before they moved away in the next moment.

A ghost of a kiss.

"Now, run along now why don't you." Clockwork had a mischievous glint in his eyes, before Pariah found himself surrounded by a wide pasture, spanning as far as his eyes could see (and he could see very far) and at the end a forest with a house behind him.

But he could not react, even as he felt pecks upon his head, a bite at his ear and most surely the scratching of claws against his form.

His hair burst into green flames as he stood stalk still.

[animeredhead101]

Minor Ships DP x DC Crossover

Duke Thomas / Danny Fenton

You Are a Monster (But So Am I) by TheWrittingOwl :

Gotham was not known for its snowy weather. Sure, they'd get decent snowfall in time for Christmas, and they often fell victim to the east coast blizzards, but never had they had snow earlier than Thanksgiving. Of course, it's while Duke is doing his Halloween patrol that a freak blizzard hits Gotham. As he waits for someone to relieve him for the night patrol, he comes across something... strange in the snow. The weather may be strange, but it is still Halloween. AKA 5 Times Duke denies he's a monster fucker and 1 Time he kisses the monster Word Count: 16,046 Completed

Cassandra Cain / Danny Fenton

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood by halfgone(milkywxy) :

Based on this Tumblr prompt.

Lex Luthor has recently acquired a son. Weapon? Parole officer? ...Lex now has a teenaged god and he'll be damned if someone tries to take the kid away from him.

Word Count: 519,936 On-going

I wasn't expecting this fic but I love it! I usually hate Lex Luthor but I love how the author developed his character with Danny. One of my new favorites for sure!

Kon-El | Conner Kent / Danny Fenton

play it cool for you by aschriles :

Just because Tim had gone and got himself a boyfriend didn't mean Kon had to go and get himself a... whatever the heck he and Danny had going on. Fuck buddies. They were fuck buddies. Word Count: 18,409 Completed

Eat the Acid by DisillusionedDanny :

When Elle decided to introduce Danny to her new clone friend Conner, she was expecting a new brother. Not a new brother-in-law. Tie that in with some clone chaos, best friends Vlad and Lex, and a baby, and Conner and Danny are in for a ride of a lifetime. It could have only been fate that caused them to meet when they did.

Word Count:24,788 Completed

Seeing Double by Scififan33 :

What do you do when you find out you aren't who you always thought? Jazz knew it was the chance to get Danny away from their Phantom obsessed parents and Danny was just in shock. Hopefully, he'd be allowed to explain but why would he want Danny around? Word Count: 20,098 On-going What do you do when you find out you aren't who you always thought? Jazz knew it was the chance to get Danny away from their Phantom obsessed parents and Danny was just in shock. Hopefully, he'd be allowed to explain but why would he want Danny around? Word Count: 20,098 On-going

Thomas Wayne / Danny Fenton

Mourning a Young Soul Leads to Shared Custody by Olive_of_Vanders :

Danny was given a choice.

Become King or parent a ghost kid. Ghost kid sounded a lot more easier to him.

Word Count: 41,929 Completed

John Constantine / Danny Fenton

Completed

And My Exes, They Haunt Me by JoyLess_NightSky :

"Look, mate-" "Don't call me mate. That's weird." "Right. Your highness-" "That's even weirder. But, fine. Go on?" John sighed, obviously done with the interruptions. "This isn't just about us, luv. Alright? I get why you're angry, but me mates need ya. Heck, the whole bloody damn world needs ya! The twat that came through is very much about to do the whole bloody world domination schtick ya kept Pariah from doin'. That ain't something you're alright with, is it now?" The summoned man gave Constantine an unimpressed look. "If it's you asking? I might make an exception." OR: The Justice League is in over their heads with the new enemy. They need help, and Constantine may know a guy. But the guy… doesn't really like Constantine a lot right now. Word Count: 2,914

On-going

Lair of the Mysterious Reaper by Joshua2000 :

Danny's lair is the House of Mystery. When he enters it for the first time, he finds John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara occupying it. Between being the ghost king, the reaper of the souls of heroes and keeper of the balance Danny really needs a break. Based on a series of prompts by Sleepy (LonelyLittleWhiteRabbit) Original prompt here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45336712/chapters/114063079#workskin

Word Count: 6,815

Like and Survive- Phantom’s Guide to Young Hero Survival by robinasnyder :

When the world becomes aware of teenaged superheroes there is an immediate and fierce wave of backlash and controversy. That's where Phantom comes in. Phantom saved the world from a meteor fifteen years back; an impressive feat back in the day but now that meteors threatening all life on earth is such a common event that hardly anyone thinks about it. Phantom is considered an old timer who deals with a small city and nowhere else. When he begins uploading videos with advice for young heroes, he hopes a few new heroes might avoid some of the pain he went through. He's shocked at just how popular his advice suddenly becomes. Word Count: 306,940

[stealingyourbones]

Before I get into this here's my kneecaps in case I forget later

Okay so, Dan redemption. I saw a fic where Dan was short for Danimir, to symbolize him replacing his human half with Vlad's ghost half. In order to let himself join the family, he would need to own up to his actions so that he can start to actively try to be better along his community service or parole or whatever. Now, instead of calling him Dan which is much too similar to Danny and who names kids like that (looking at you Vlad), I think they would try to work with the other half of his name like how Danielle goes by Elly. Hence, the name Mirry (pronounced mee-ree).

With this challenge bypassed or however that should be worded, Danny would eventually be more comfortable with being called Dan, so now the three siblings have 3 different naming patterns. The full name starts with "dan" (Daniel, Danielle, Danimir), the name the go by is a shortened version of that full name than made up of a syllable then "double consanents--y" (Danny, Elly, Mirry), and a common nickname of that name but even shorter (Dan, Elle, Mirr).

this is a super sick naming system and I love it to bits. I now accept this as my new naming headcanons.

[zoeysdamn]

Bark, Bite & Break Bones - Tyler Galpin x Van Helsing!reader |Part.1

Summary: Recently released from juvie by a court’s order, you go back to Nevermore academy to meet with the school board who had negotiated your parole in exchange for a very special mission. Trying to put your bitterness aside, you reluctantly agree and meet the infamous Hyde. What could go wrong with Tyler Galpin, after all?

Warnings: swearing, light violence

A/N: Might be some OOC, but I had so much fun writing this! Also, I made the reader and Tyler being a year older than the usual gang (Wednesday, Enid and co.) for both plot reasons and bc it sounds legit to me (it’ll make reader and Tyler between 17 and 18 - end of high school - and the other between 16 and 17). And I took some liberties and extrapolated a lot of information we don’t exactly have, such as the school board etc. This is fanfiction after all, let’s try things! 

[Masterlist] [Prologue]

Being born with a significant family name comes with perks: destiny already chosen, power coming with the name and ancestors' history, people already knowing you without ever meeting you, due respect. Well, if someone asked for your opinion, they would learn all of this was pure bullshit. 

As a Van Helsing, traditions had always ruled your existence, crawling their way in every aspect of your life. The mission of monster hunters started by your ancestor Abraham Van Helsing left no doubts in everyone's mind; before you could even talk or walk, it was obvious that you would learn how to throw a knife before losing your baby teeth, know all of the family's bestiary like the back of your hand by 10, and go to your first hunt for your 12th birthday. It was obvious that the family heritage and monster hunting duty would carry on with you. But then, your parents had a change of heart, and got you enrolled in Nevermore. Needless to say, the arrival of a Van Helsing at the very place creatures were supposed to be safe wasn’t pleasant, not even to you. The news of your return must’ve been even harder to swallow. 

“Principal Weems is expecting you in her office,” informed Vlad, the fencing team coach as you got out of the car and grabbed your luggage. 

He had been asked to pick you up from the detention center and bring you back to the academy. You had almost laughed at the irony of the situation – a vampire charged to be responsible for a Van Helsing – but had refrained yourself. You had to keep your sarcasm for Weems and the school board. Some students around you gave you curious looks, but you ignored them. They probably were younger or hadn’t recognized you yet. 

With coach Vlad on your tail, you made your way to the principal’s office, encountering a few shocked faces from students around your age. Their astonished faces brought a smirk on yours; so they hadn’t forgotten about your last stay here completely. Good. 

When you entered Weems' office, the whole school board was there, watching you like hawks. You remembered them vaguely from the last time you’ve been at Nevermore, an old vampire lady who looked like a Victorian character, a middle-aged gorgon whose sunken cheeks made him more severe than he was, a ginger and long-haired witch, and a dashing blond medium who reeked of fake smiles. The odd yet powerful bunch you owed your freedom to, much to your displeasure. 

“You’re late,” pointed out the vampire bitterly. 

Her frontal attack made you snort, “Sorry your highnesses, got lost in time while murdering a bunch of students in the way,” you said with a mocking over-exaggerated bow.

Your mocking comment made her purse her lips in annoyance, so her colleague Gorgon took over before she snapped something unlady-like, “I suppose you’re aware of the reason for your presence here, Miss Van Helsing?” 

Shrugging slightly, you nodded, “I’m to be the bodyguard of the new student/murderer or something like that. Can’t imagine how much it must hurt your pride to have to call me back here.”

The uneasy and irritated tension in the room just became heavier at your words; none of the people here wanted you here, not even you. Yet, you didn’t have a choice. 

“So,” you began to get this meeting started – the sooner into it, the quicker out of it, “what exactly are my missions?” 

Glad you addressed the question, the ginger witch cleared her throat and invited you to sit with a sign of the hand, “Due to a court’s decision, the school is to welcome the Hyde responsible for Jericho’s murders. This is the occasion for us to restore a good reputation for Nevermore, should we succeed in his reinsertion smoothly.”

“That’s where you need me,” you completed for her, slightly surprised by her brutal honesty. 

The witch nodded, “That’s where we need you,” she repeated. “Given your specific…skills, you’re the most designated person to supervise him during the school year.”

“For his own safety or yours?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

The blonde medium scoffed, muttering something along the lines of “what would he need protection”, but his colleagues ignored him and the vampire carried on. “Both, Miss Van Helsing. It’s in everyone’s interest that this experimental reinsertion works.”

“You do realize that you’ll drop a guy who can kill in a school full of people who hate him? How exactly do you expect this to be a success?” 

The blonde medium gave you a lopsided grin, “Well, that’s why you’re here now, aren’t you? To prevent some unnecessary trouble from happening.” 

You snorted loudly, “Ah, and I’m the most designated one to play peace keepers of course. I have no problem with handling the Hyde if things go out of hands, but for your students, ask the teachers do to their fucking job.”

Principal Weems, who stayed silent until then, spoke up. 

“The teachers will take care of the students, I can assure you. Your sole mission is to make sure that Mister Galpin doesn’t represent a threat to anyone.”

“And to neutralize him if he does become one,” quipped the Gorgon, eliciting a nod from everyone else. 

Their sudden agreement sounding like a discussion-closer made you frown. There was something that still didn’t sit right with you. 

“Okay spill,” you irritably said, “why me? Who bribed you into this idea?” 

All the members of the board got up without gracing you with any answer, bid their goodbyes to Weems and made their way to the door. 

“Answer me,” you called them from your seat, “which fucker had the brilliant idea to use me as a political lifeguard?” 

“You should thank them for once, Miss Van Helsing,” said the vampire lady as her colleagues got out of the room, “they gave you an unexpected occasion to redeem yourself.” 

You whipped your head in Weems’ direction as the door closed behind the board. 

“Do you know who suggested this deal to the court, yes or no?” you asked her bitterly. 

“I do,” she nodded, “and as a sign of good faith, I’m going to tell you. Your parents had made this suggestion.”

With a loud groan you slumped deeper into your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“For fuck’s sake,” you grumbled, “of course they did. Always sticking their noses in someone else's business.”

“They’re your parents, Miss Van Helsing,” reminded Principal Weems with a harsher voice, “they’re doing what they believe is best for you.”

“Exactly,” you snapped bitterly, “what they believe is best for me. They don’t fucking know me, and this is only a political move for their stupid pacifist campaign.” 

Weems sighed loudly at your angry reaction to your parents’ mention, then straightened up. 

“I’m not going to dig into your family business any further, but you’re one of my students again now, miss Van Helsing,” she said calmly, “I’d appreciate it if you'd keep your flowery language out of our exchanges from now on.” 

Rolling your eyes at her, you agreed, “Fine, whatever.”

“Excellent. Here is your school schedule, your dorm room key, and Mister Galpin’s file.” 

Getting up from your chair you grabbed the documents and started to browse through them. At your dorm assignment you raised an eyebrow. 

“A single room? To what do I owe this luxury?” 

Weems gave you a tight polite smile, “Considering how you value your personal space I thought this could be an olive branch in your direction.”

“Yeah,” you snorted, “this is also to prevent any potential roommate from trying to kill me in my sleep, right?”

The slightest nod of her head gave you confirmation. Well, whatever the reasons you were glad you had a room for yourself. 

“What about Tyler?” you asked, searching through the documents Weems gave you, “is he also in a single room?” 

To anyone else, your question could have been framed as an interested one; but Weems knew it was only you gathering all the information you would need to supervise the new student. 

“No, he’s been paired with a student a year younger than the two of you,” she said. “He should be stopping by any moment now.” 

As on cue, someone knocked on the door. At Weems’ invitation to enter, a lanky teenager wearing a beanie and with nervous eyes entered the room. 

“You uh- you asked to see me Mrs W?” he stuttered anxiously. 

You watched him carefully, analyzing every single one of his movements and his physical traits. In a handful of seconds you could easily guess he was a Gorgon. Old habits of a hunter didn’t die easily. The weight of your watchful gaze sent shivers down the boy’s back, even if he tried to ignore you the best he could. Thankfully Weems cut short his uneasiness. 

“Y/N Van Helsing, this is Ajax Petropolus, one of our Gorgon students. He’ll be Mister Galpin’s roommate for this school year.” 

Internally, you applauded the decision. It was a smart move to assign him a Gorgon roommate; their dorm would be the only place you wouldn’t be able to watch over Tyler, if he tried anything his roommate could stone him. Clever. 

The hand you offered him to shake made Ajax slightly jump. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said flatly. “Don’t worry I don’t bite,” you said at his evident nervousness, “at least not you this time.”

Despite the uneasiness coursing through his veins for being so close to a known monster hunter, Ajax shook your hand, “N-nice to meet you too.”

Weems glared at you for your teasing but cleared her throat, “Mr Petropolus has agreed to take part in this reinsertion program, and he’ll give you information if you need it. I thought it was important for the two of you to meet.” 

You rolled your eyes but then turned to the nervous Gorgon with a serious look, “For how long can you stone people?”

“Uh- two hours mostly,” he said nervously, and you nodded. 

“That should be enough if you ever need to stop him as a last resort. Are you afraid of him?”

“I…yeah a bit.”

“Good,” you deadpanned, “then you’re not half stupid as I thought. Good luck with getting any sleep this year.” 

Ajax threw a last glance at Weems that motionned to him he could leave the room. The boy had never fled a room so quickly. 

“What?” you said at Weems’ new glare. 

“Could you please refrain yourself from scaring every single student in this school?”

“Is either that or they hate me, can’t help myself,” you shrugged matter-of-factly. “So, when does that Tyler Galpin guy arrive at Nevermore?”

“Glad you asked Miss Van Helsing,” smiled Principal Weems, “you’re coming with me to pick him up from the detention center this afternoon.”

“Great,” you snorted, “a road trip with the Principal. Lucky me.” 

Weems only kept her polite smile. That made you think about something you didn’t quite catch yet; noticing your starring, the principal raised an eyebrow at you. 

“I don’t quite get how you survived to your allegated death,” you wondered out loud. “I clearly remember reading your obituary. Very touching, by the way.” 

She pressed her lips in a thin line, not looking very fond of this traumatic episode. “The shapeshifting abilities had allowed me to change my body’s composition to handle the poison that had been administered to me,” she explained carefully, which made you raise an eyebrow in turn. You did know the theory of shapeshifting, but never heard of a case like that. “Unfortunately the dose I received was too strong to remain in this corporal form, so I had to adopt another body and lay low for some time in order to heal.”

You nodded in understanding, “Explains the faked death. You’ve got more guts than I thought, I'll give you that.” 

“Get out of my office please,” sneered Weems. 

With a mock salute you got up from your chair and gathered the documents and the key to your room. As you went to the door, Weems called you out. 

“I’ll meet you at the entrance at 2 pm, when you’ll have retrieved your uniform.”

You froze in place and whipped your head in her direction, “Is this a fucking joke? The uniform? At least tell me you gave me the boy’s version and not that fucking skirt.”

“Rules are rules Y/N,” she smiled, not even half sorry about it. 

“Aww c’mon Principal Weems,” you smirked bitterly, “it’s the 21st century now. A girl can wear pants, I swear it’s socially acceptable now.”

“Good day Miss Van Helsing,” she said flatly. 

Opening the door of her office you huffed loudly, “And people think Van Helsings are the old-fashioned one.”

With that, you slammed the door. This was going to be a long, long year. 

A few hours later you stood in front of the detention center in your uniform, and a deep frown on your face. Although you had absolutely refused to wear the skirt outside of the Nevermore grounds and wore jeans, Weems hadn’t said anything. As long as you were here to do your job, the shirt, tie and blazer would suffice. Leaning against the car hood as you wait, you mind-absently played with your favorite sliding knife, twirling it between your fingers. Standing stiff next to you, Weems glared at you on the side. 

“I thought the non-weapon policy was quite clear,” she seethed between her teeth. 

“You want me to do my job correctly, yes or no?” you shrugged, “And there was nothing about a non-weapon rule in that deal.” 

Scoffing lightly, Weems readjusted the lapel of her coat, “Be discreet about it then. No need to make a scene.” 

“Yes ma’am,” you said with a mock salute, pocketing the knife as the heavy door of the penitentiary opened. 

Surrounded by two officers a curly brown-haired teenager approached, clinging on the strap of his bag for his dear life. His brown eyes were shifty, always avoiding looking at someone else. The red scars on his cheeks contrasted with the freckles and the frightened look that belonged more to the golden boy he must have been. Shoulders hunched, you almost thought he was about to cry. You repressed a roll of eyes; playing the frightened card, pathetically classic. 

“Thank you gentlemen,” smiled Principal Weems politely, signing the release forms, “we’ll take it from here.”

The officers gave your pair a wary look – the tall, blonde, impeccably dressed woman, and the angry-looking teenager, hunching and glaring at everyone – but then shrugged and walked away without giving it much more thought.  

“Hello Mr Galpin,” said Weems with her usual politeness, “it’s great to finally meet you in person.”

“Principal Weems I– it-it’s really an honor to join Nevermore, thank you so much for giving me a chance I–”

“This is Y/N Van Helsing,” she cut his rambling short, slightly turning in your direction, “she’ll be your tutor throughout your reinsertion year at Nevermore academy.” 

Tyler turned in your direction, eyes wide in surprise and wet with tears. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, like he was afraid you’d tear him apart. Good. 

“I’m a glorified bodyguard,” you specified while extending your hand to him. As soon as he grabbed your hand with his shaky one, you harshly tugged him closer. The sudden proximity of your faces made him blush slightly, along with the surprise caused by your unexpected gesture. Mouth barely inches from his, you locked your eyes with him. 

“Listen here and listen closely Galpin,” you hissed lowly, “I’m here to make sure you won’t fuck this up. If you ever slip away from this good boy path they want to follow, even the slightest, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes without a sweat, is that clear?” 

Through all your speech, your hand had been gripping his harder and harder, until your knuckles were white. Still, you could feel him shiver under your palm. He looked at you with fearful eyes, and at your dark and very much serious glare, nodded obediently. 

“Wonderful,” you breathed out before releasing his poor hand. 

Just before he pulled back, you thought you saw a glimpse of something else in his eyes. Like amusement, or cruel excitement. But given it was only for a split of second before the fright filled his look once more, you brushed it away. The second after, he was putting some distance between the two of you, giving Weems a dreadful look like begging her to come to his help. The Principal only sighed loudly and gestured to the two of you to get inside of the car. While she sat in the driver seat, you followed Tyler on the back of the car, where you’ll be able to watch him more closely. The proximity didn’t seem to make it at ease, given he practically pushed himself completely against the door to put the more distance he could between him and you. On the other hand you were quite pleased by that effect you had on him, even if the frightened little mouse behavior didn’t quite fit right with you. There was something off coming from this over-exaggerated mood of his, but it was yet too soon for you to say if he was playing this role consciously or not. You’ll have plenty of time to observe him after all. 

At the end of a very awkward car ride – where only Weems spoke, in occasional short sentences giving Tyler some practical information about his stay at Nevermore – you all got out of the car. After making sure she wasn’t needed anymore, Weems left you to give Tyler a tour of the school grounds. Fortunately, most of the students were in class for the time being, so you won’t have to deal with angry teenagers yet. The last look Weems gave you before leaving the two of you at the quad was very clear: it was a first test, for Tyler and for you. For all answers, you rolled your eyes at her and turned to Tyler. 

“Let’s go,” you groaned at the terrified-looking boy, “I’m gonna give you a tour of the place.” 

Not expecting you to walk away so quickly, Tyler stumbled behind you trying to catch up as you pointed out flatly all the major locations of the school. 

“S-so, you’re also a student here?” he stuttered, trying to engage in a discussion. “I didn’t think they…well you know, they’d trust me to be alone with another student…”

The snort you let out was bitter, “That’s why I’m here, pal. They don’t trust you, I’m here to do the dirty work if shit goes wrong.” 

The thought of that didn’t seem to put him more at ease. “You’re gonna watch me for the rest of the year? Like- like all of it?”

“I’m literally back in this shit hole only to bodyguard you,” you groaned in confirmation. “Trust me there’s a thousand other places I’d rather be right now, so suck it up and deal with it, Whitney Houston.”

As he stayed confused at your words, Tyler noticed a bunch of students in an adjacent corridor glaring at your odd pair, eyes throwing daggers and hushed grumbles undoubtedly bitter. At first he hung his head low in shame, but then he realized that the hatred glances were probably more meant to you. It was confirmed to him as a passing by student muttered a “fucking bitch” under his breath, not giving a single glance at Tyler. Taken aback by the unexpected violence, Tyler looked at you, even more surprised by the evident lack of reaction. Not even a slight frown on your face, you carried on your tour. 

“You- uh, don’t seem to be the popular type,” he chuckled nervously. 

“No shit,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you reached the boys’ dormitory, “I’m a Van Helsing, meaning most of my ancestors hunted theirs, and let’s say I’m carrying out the family legacy.” 

Tyler almost choked on his own air, “You hunt monsters? And you’re in a school for outcasts??” 

Sliding the key in the door lock of his room you gave him a playful wink and a grin over your shoulder, “What, you think I volunteered for this job because of your pretty face? I’m the muscles here pal, don’t get your hopes high.” 

Swinging the door open, you were welcomed by the sight of Ajax jumping on his feet nervously. The poor boy must have been plagued with anxiety all day at the prospect of his new roommate's arrival. The two boys glanced at each other shyly, looking more frightened by the other’s presence than anything else. You sighed loudly, pulling them out of this tetanized rabbits staring contest. 

“Ajax Petropolus, Tyler Galpin,” you said, pointing out one then the other of the teenagers. “Tyler Galpin, Ajax Petropolus your roommate.”

“It’s uh- nice to meet you,” said Tyler with an outstretched hand. 

Ajax eyed it warily before carefully shaking it, “Yeah…nice to meet you too I guess?” 

“I will have my own room in the girls’ dorm, but Ajax can stone you if needed,” you said matter-of-factly, eliciting a dumbfounded look from Tyler. 

“Stone me?”

“Oh yeah, I’m a Gorgon,” clarified Ajax with a small nervous laugh. “Medusa and all that, y’know?”

While Tyler stared at him with eyes wide like saucers, you turned to Ajax and outstretched your hand to him. 

“Phone,” you said sharply. 

The Gorgon looked at you in surprise, “What? Why? What do you want to do?”

“Browsing your internet history and sending it to your mom,” you snickered before rolling your eyes at his mortified expression, “I’m gonna put my number in it, what do you think?” 

This didn’t make him react either, if anything he was even paler than before. So you sighed and reached for his pocket to pick his phone and quickly saved your contact in it. 

“Here,” you said while putting it on his desk, “if anything happens you can reach me immediately.”

“O-oh,” finally let out the Gorgon with a shaky breath, “that’s why you wanted to– yeah I mean of course.” 

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him, which made him stutter even more. His awkwardness amused you but you really, really wanted to take a nap right now. So you turned to Tyler, who fidgeted nervously with the strap of his bag. 

“I’m gonna let you settle down here, dinner is at 7 I’ll pick you up. Don’t be late, or your stay at Nevermore will be much shorter than expected, understood?”

He nodded his head and you didn’t wait any longer to get out of the room, leaving the awkward tension-filled room. 

Walking through the corridors and ignoring the either surprised, frightened or dark glances on your way, you made a mental list of all the documents you’ll have to ask from Weems. Sure, you weren’t really happy about this situation, but it was a job like any other and you intended to do it properly. Meaning you needed to know everything about what happened at Nevermore since you had left the academy two years ago. 

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the figure of another student coming straight in your direction. It was only when they willfully bumped their shoulder into yours that you realized they were right in front of you. 

Repressing a groan you looked up at them with your best glare, which turned into a mockingly delighted grin when you realized who it was. 

“Aaaah Yoko, what a pleasure to see you again!” you cooed with evident sweet-laced venom in your voice, “love the gloomy blind vampire look, really looks better than the acne.” 

“What the fuck are you doing here Van Helsing?” she seethed between her pointed teeth, “Has a deathwish?”

“Only on Thursdays,” you countered cockily with a wink. 

That only seemed to anger her more, “I thought that it was clear that you weren’t welcomed here anymore. You’ve been stupid to come back after what happened.”

“And yet,” you mused as you cocked your head to the side, “I never was welcomed in the first place, was I? Even if you definitely made things much more pleasant if I remember correctly…”

The vampire growled and before you could even blink her hand shot at your throat, ready to claw it open and pinning you against the wall. But as quick, your own hand shot up, grabbing her wrist just as her acerated nails were about to reach your trachea. Back on the wall you chuckled darkly. No matter how hard she tried to claw at you, you kept her hand in an iron grip.

Tsking in a patronizing manner you gave her a lopsided grin, “Now, you know I’m into that kind of things, but I’m not sure that you’re looking for a rebound hookup with me, are you Teethy?”

“Don’t,” she growled, “You’re not ever calling me that again, you bitch.”

“Awww, loved you too,” you grinned, “by the way, how did your coven take the news? That you slept a Van Hel–” 

Her hand tried to grab you again but your grip on her hand only tightened, “They don’t know and they never will,” she spat angrily, “and we weren’t dating.”

You gave a doubtful nod of the head, “Mmmmh yeah never said that, but we kinda did tho. But what would I know, I’m really not one who gives two shits about what my family thinks of me, right?” 

Yoko didn’t respond but rage was painted all over her face, a thick vein ready to pop out of her forehead. 

“Is that why you came back? To loathe at me after what you did?” 

You scoffed and forcefully shoved her hand out of your way, pushing yourself off the wall, “Don’t flatter yourself Teethy, you’re not that special. I’m here for business, nothing more.”

Yoko snickered, “What, this Galpin son of a bitch? What are you now, his personal bodyguard?” 

“Easy now babe, you know green doesn’t suit you,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “it does look fantastic on me though, I should know I wore it for two years.” 

“What’s your point?” she spat, her patience running short. 

“Don’t imagine things,” you said flatly, “I’m only here to make sure that Tyler guy doesn’t mess things up and neutralize him if he does. That’s what I’m doing best after all,” you shrugged. “As soon as the year is done I’m getting the fuck out of this shit-hole.” 

She narrowed her eyes at you suspiciously but didn’t say anything more. Getting this as your cue, you started to walk past her to resume your way to your room. 

“Soooo, if we’re done here with the empty threats I’m gonna leave your lovely blood-sucking company okay?” 

“You’re not gonna last,” she warned you, but you only continued to walk. 

“Big fucking news,” you called over your shoulder, “I live to disappoint!” 

“No one will ever help you,” she continued. 

“Boo-hoo, so sad!” 

“You don’t know what he’s capable of!” she finally shouted. That made you stop and you turned to her, an eyebrow raised up. Yoko had a wicked smile on her usual composed face, “Maybe if we’re lucky you’ll just kill each other.”

Staring at her silently for a few seconds, you then let out a snort. 

“Well, good news he doesn’t know what I’m capable of either then.” 

At 7 sharp, you were in front of Tyler’s door, waiting for him to answer your knock. You had previously texted Ajax of your arrival, and the poor boy had fled the room as soon as you had informed him you were entering their dorm. He had crossed way with you, eyes avoiding yours at all cost and walking the fastest he could. This made you chuckle slightly, but now you weren’t as amused. If Tyler didn’t respond in the next few seconds, you would blow up his door. Thankfully for him he opened the door just as you were about to lose patience. He looked just as frightened and lost as earlier. 

“Hi,” he said in a small voice, “am I on time?”

“You are. Luckily for you,” you observed sharply. “Let’s go.” 

He hurried behind you like a lost little boy, following you closely. 

“Is there going to be…everyone at the dining hall?” he asked nervously. 

You hummed in response, “Nevermore in all its glory. Even the school board if we’re unlucky enough.” 

Tyler gulped loudly, “Do they…do they all know what I did?”

“I don’t know pal,” you said with an exasperated sigh, “Probably yeah, I’m not a fucking reporter here.”

And then something you didn’t expect happened: Tyler sobbed. He legit broke down in tears in the middle of the empty corridor, hiding his face in his hands. 

“I’m sorry,” he cried, “I’m so sorry for everything that happened, I didn’t want to do any of this.” 

At first his reaction slightly took you by surprise. His pathetic display of emotion, full of tears, sobs and shivers was a heart-breaking sight. Even the tremors in his voice could make you shed a tear. But instead, you snickered bitterly. 

“OKay that’s enough,” you rolled your eyes, “no one cares about your guilty moods.”

“But I’m so sorry, I truly am,” he sobbed, voice heavy with tears, “I never wanted to do that you have to believe me—”

Grabbing him by the front of his shirt you harshly pulled him down to your height, forcing him to lock his teary eyes in your. 

“I don’t believe you,” you seethed, “not about your crimes, for all I bloody care those people are dead anyway. But I’m not buying your little act of the redeeming good boy so cut the fucking crap.”

For a millisecond, Tyler looked so frightened he might have convinced you. But then a wicked grin completely whipped away his tearful expression and his eyes darkened. His mouth morphed into a monstrous, pointy gash with a growl and big clawed hands snaked around yours. Just before his mouth completely turned into the monstrosity that had killed so many people, you headbutted him violently, smashing your forehead against his with all of your might. The unexpected shock definitely took him by surprise and he tottered back, gripping his head with both hands and groaning. The sneaky move had stopped his transformation instantaneously and you didn’t lose a second ducking down and describing a circle with your leg, tripping him off his feet. He crashed loudly on the ground, and before the next groan left his mouth you had jumped on him with a dagger against his throat and a hand gripping his wrist. Straddling him with a knee burying deep on his plexus, your other feet pinned his left arm on the ground. 

Breathing heavily, his face had become human again, a few inches from yours, close enough for your breaths to mix together. Some of your hair brushed against his forehead but this apparent intimate atmosphere was radically changed by the cold sensation of your blade against his throat. The slightest twitch of his jaw made you press it harder and almost draw blood, which made him chuckle. 

“Well well well,” he rasped in a mocking voice, “That’s not very nice”

“I’m not here to be nice,” you said flatly, “I’m just good at doing my job.”

Tyler let out a low chuckle, “Guess you have it in you after all, doll.” 

The light scoff you let out didn’t soften the pressure of your blade, “Guess you still have to learn about consent,” you countered back. “Touch me like that again and I’ll fucking kill you on the spot.”

The grin Tyler let out had nothing to do with the previous crying image he gave you earlier, “What makes you think you’d actually manage to do that?” 

Quick as ever a gun suddenly appeared in the hand that was previously tightened around Tyler’s wrist. Barrel pressed against his forehead, he grinned even harder than before. 

“Cute toy, had a few more?” 

You cocked the gun, the click echoing in the corridor, “I’m sure you’ll love the silver bullets, pretty boy. Should be keeping you down for enough time.” 

“Mmmmh, and then what? Gonna slay the monster and burn the house?”

You nodded your head matter-of-factly, “Been there, done that. Routine job really, you’re not that special honey.” 

Tyler chuckled slowly and mockingly raised his hands in surrender. 

“Alright then, I’m willing to play along. But only because you’ve asked nicely.”

You tried to repress the amused smirk, “I literally have a blade pressed against your throat.” 

Tyler shrugged, a smirk still plastered on his face. This made his scars on the cheek look even more ominous. So you leaned even closer to him, whispering in his ear. 

“If you ever try to pull this shit again on me, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes, understand?” 

With a feral grin, Tyler looked more pleased than ever, “Game on, doll. Game on.” 

[Part.2] 

A/N: More Ajax screentime? More Ajax screentime. And yesssss bisexual reader bc the raging bisexual in me is simping for that krkrkr

Plus, I love soft Tyler, but you know what’s better? Switch Tyler between soft and feral cocky bastard because yES. Originally I planned to make the Van Helsing reader insert a Xavier x reader story (with some differences in the plot of course), but I’m glad I’ve switched to Tyler. First, it’ll be a more interesting story (I think), and I love to explore writing for other characters! (as long as I’m comfortable with it that is ofc).

I wanted to finish writing chapter 2 before posting this, but eh couldn’t resist krkrkr

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Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part ♥

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[halfagone]

So I’ve seen this idea written out before as a oneshot, but I think someone could make this a really cool story chock full of character development. This prompt is fairly simple, what if Dan is sent on ghost parole by Ghost King! Danny! in the DC universe where he’s forced to be a hero and forbidden to kill or maim anyone he fights? I think it would be a really neat way to slowly show Dan becoming more and more like his old self again throughout the story. I also just think it would funny for him to deal with the Bats trying to figure out his deal with him being pissed cuz he’s not a loud to hurt them or else Danny will soup his ass again, lol.

Ooh, yes! I've seen fics and concepts with this idea! I've gotta be honest with you, though, I really like Dan as a cold-hearted bastard. But I am still always one for character redemption/development, so you have certainly piqued my interest. Another really fun, but slightly crackish, idea would be Dan is kicked out and sent to this other world and told to play nice. And at first he tries to fight the orders and start wrecking things, but it turns out that the first thing he happened to destroy belonged to someone evil and it was potentially dangerous and now everyone is cheering for this new hero and Dan is just... flabbergasted at his bad luck. And it keeps on happening. He doesn't want to be a hero, he doesn't want to be a 'good guy', but now everyone is complementing him and thanking him, and Dan can't even do anything about it.

When the JL or the Bats try to question him about his motives and where he came from, he keeps trying to spout insults at them, but he's not allowed to. So he either physically can't say the words or they're changed without his permission into something nicer. So now Dan is stuck trying to get his way around this, while fighting all the ways the universe is telling him: "Hey, being a nice person isn't always horrible! People didn't hate you for your powers! You're not a monster! Those guys back in that other place didn't know what they were talking about!" And all that sort of thing.

And Dan just really, really hates it. lol

But you're definitely right that it's a good opportunity for Dan to get some character development and potentially a redemption. I'm not sure what his personality would look like, since he is technically a mixture of Danny and Vlad's ghost halves, and more than that, Danny had been a teenager when his halves had been forced apart. And Dan... didn't really grow up (assuming he did actually physically grow up into an adult, anyways) normally, or in a healthy way, after this point. So while I don't think he'd really go back to acting like the Danny we know and love, I do think we could definitely start to see some of that personality coming in as Dan slowly, begrudgingly grows as a person.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

[Podfic] lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood

by finemeal Based on this Tumblr prompt. Lex Luthor has recently acquired a son. Weapon? Parole officer? ...Lex now has a teenaged god and he'll be damned if someone tries to take the kid away from him. Words: 28, Chapters: 1/150, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton, Clark Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Jon Lane Kent, Jazz Fenton, Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Leslie Thompkins, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Joker (DCU), Jim Gordon, Sam Manson, Vlad Masters, Lena Luthor, Kara Zor-El, Kitty (Danny Phantom), Johnny 13 (Danny Phantom), Clockwork (Danny Phantom), John Constantine, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Tucker Foley Relationships: Lex Luthor & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Clark Kent, Danny Fenton & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Cassandra Cain/Danny Fenton, Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark, Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Kon-El | Conner Kent & Lex Luthor, Danny Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton Additional Tags: Dad!Lex Luthor, Based on a Tumblr Post, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Language, This is bordering on, Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, Batfamily (DCU), Selectively Mute Cassandra Cain, Danny Fenton Has ADHD, American Sign Language, Hard of Hearing Jason Todd, Father-Son Relationship, Mind Control, Phantom vs. Superman, BAMF Danny, Social Media, Fluff and Humor, Angst, Danny vs. Joker, Blood and Injury, Lex Luthor Redemption, OP Danny Fenton, Worldbuilding, Manipulative Clockwork (Danny Phantom), This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Podfic via https://ift.tt/MnPJz5u

[fallimentiquotidiani]

Se scopo e non sono realmente soddisfatta? Ho bisogno di qualcosa di più che mi facesse passare ad un livello successivo. Tipo presa a sberle e infilzata da dietro con parole sssurrate "allora sei troia". O cose così

Praticamente vuoi scopare con Vlad l'impalatore

[yes-bernie-stuff]

Dimanche 12 mai 2024

Vous serez vraiment libres !

“Si donc le Fils vous affranchit, vous serez réellement libres.” Jn 8. 36

Est-ce que vous luttez contre une affliction, une dépendance ou soyons honnêtes, peut-être le péché ? Bien connu aux Etats Unis pour son ministère de délivrance, le pasteur Vlad Savchuk a dit que nous ne devrions pas chercher Jésus pour être libérés de l’affliction, dépendance ou autre dont nous souffrons, juste pour pouvoir continuer à vivre une vie égocentrique. Au lieu de cela, nous devrions Lui abandonner chaque aspect de notre vie pour qu’Il puisse briser définitivement les forteresses qui nous lient.“La Bible déclare clairement que nous sommes transformés par le renouvellement de notre esprit” (Rm 12. 2) », expliqua Savchuk dans une interview vidéo avec le Christian Post. Il ajouta : “Israël est sorti d’Egypte, mais l’Egypte n’est pas sortie des Hébreux. Ils durent passer par le renouvellement de leur esprit. C’est pourquoi ils moururent comme des esclaves, bien qu’ils ne fussent plus pourchassés par Pharaon. J’ai vu cela avec des gens qui sont même délivrés. La délivrance fait sortir les démons, mais le renouvellement de l’esprit est ce qui brise les forteresses. Une personne peut être libérée, tout en restant, dans son esprit, toujours“liée”, prisonnière de ses propres“forteresses”Il décrit les forteresses comme des pensées convaincantes développées au fil du temps et qui deviennent des “convictions subconscientes”. Jésus a dit aux juifs qui commençaient à croire en Lui comme le Messie et le Fils de Dieu : “Si vous demeurez dans Ma parole, vous êtes vraiment Mes disciples; vous connaîtrez la vérité, et la vérité vous affranchira” (Jn 8. 30-32). Selon Savchuk :“Cela signifie que Jésus nous libère, mais que Sa vérité maintient un certain niveau de liberté ici même dans notre esprit.”Nombreux sont les chrétiens qui vivent toute leur vie dans le tourment, sans avoir de démons ! Ils sont simplement prisonniers de leurs propres forteresses et celles-ci doivent être brisées. Ces forteresses peuvent être détruites en se soumettant à l’étude biblique, à la prière, en mémorisant les versets, en prenant la parole de Dieu comme “un savon” capable de laver leur esprit. « Dieu ne veut pas seulement nous libérer de l’Egypte pour que nous puissions courir dans le désert et adorer les veaux d’or. Il veut que nous devenions Son peuple » conclut Savchuk.

[christophe76460]

“Si donc le Fils vous affranchit, vous serez réellement libres.” Jn 8. 36

Est-ce que vous luttez contre une affliction, une dépendance ou soyons honnêtes, peut-être le péché ? Bien connu aux Etats Unis pour son ministère de délivrance, le pasteur Vlad Savchuk a dit que nous ne devrions pas chercher Jésus pour être libérés de l'affliction, dépendance ou autre dont nous souffrons, juste pour pouvoir continuer à vivre une vie égocentrique. Au lieu de cela, nous devrions Lui abandonner chaque aspect de notre vie pour qu’Il puisse briser définitivement les forteresses qui nous lient.“La Bible déclare clairement que nous sommes transformés par le renouvellement de notre esprit” (Rm 12. 2)", expliqua Savchuk dans une interview vidéo avec le Christian Post. Il ajouta : “Israël est sorti d'Egypte, mais l'Egypte n’est pas sortie des Hébreux. Ils durent passer par le renouvellement de leur esprit. C'est pourquoi ils moururent comme des esclaves, bien qu'ils ne fussent plus pourchassés par Pharaon. J'ai vu cela avec des gens qui sont même délivrés. La délivrance fait sortir les démons, mais le renouvellement de l'esprit est ce qui brise les forteresses. Une personne peut être libérée, tout en restant, dans son esprit, toujours“liée”, prisonnière de ses propres“forteresses”Il décrit les forteresses comme des pensées convaincantes développées au fil du temps et qui deviennent des “convictions subconscientes”. Jésus a dit aux juifs qui commençaient à croire en Lui comme le Messie et le Fils de Dieu : “Si vous demeurez dans Ma parole, vous êtes vraiment Mes disciples; vous connaîtrez la vérité, et la vérité vous affranchira” (Jn 8. 30-32). Selon Savchuk :“Cela signifie que Jésus nous libère, mais que Sa vérité maintient un certain niveau de liberté ici même dans notre esprit.”Nombreux sont les chrétiens qui vivent toute leur vie dans le tourment, sans avoir de démons ! Ils sont simplement prisonniers de leurs propres forteresses et celles-ci doivent être brisées. Ces forteresses peuvent être détruites en se soumettant à l'étude biblique, à la prière, en mémorisant les versets, en prenant la parole de Dieu comme “un savon” capable de laver leur esprit. "Dieu ne veut pas seulement nous libérer de l'Egypte pour que nous puissions courir dans le désert et adorer les veaux d'or. Il veut que nous devenions Son peuple" conclut Savchuk.

[mysteriis-moon666]

CULT OF FIRE – Live in the Underworld

Enregistré le 24 juillet 2021, dans la grotte de Výpustek, en République tchèque, ce Black Metal Védique orchestré par Cult Of Fire hante par ses ténèbres et fait fleurir votre jardin zen.

Le védisme est une religion apportée en Inde antique par un peuple descendu des plateaux de l'Iran, il assied sa puissance sur la pratique de rites complexes qui intègrent paroles et gestes « magiques ». La parole y exerce toute sa force sous la forme d'« hymnes » transmis oralement de maître à disciple.

Formé en 2010 à Prague en Tchéquie par Tom Coroner (Batterie - Death Karma, Lykathea Aflame, Imperial Foticide...), Infernal Vlad (Guitare / Chant - Death Karma, Zlo) et Devilish (Chant - Dark Storm, Sekhmet), Cult Of Fire enregistre rapidement une première démo en 2011, puis son premier disque, Triumvirát, en 2012 chez Demonhood Productions.

Il y a ici un vrai désir de parler à son sang avec un regard lancinant, entre nuit et rêve, sur les méandres envoûtés de délicieux tourments donner au corps d'une musique bestiale, et à l'orée d’une furieuse flamme. Les titres font briller leurs fantômes à nos pieds, dans une transcendance destructrice à Kali, déesse hindou de la préservation, de la transformation et de la destruction.

La noirceur touche avec sérénité dans ce culte où le feu gigantesque du black metAl délivre au mal sa lumière ancestrale.

[ekman]

Ils sont magnanimes, définitifs. Le propos est tranché et incisif à la fois, comme un os qui coupe après avoir été coupé. Les mecs sont là, dans la lumière des plateaux télé, maquillés, cravatés, et ils t’expliquent : Poutine par ici, le gaz par là. Biden par ici, l’Otan par là. Et c’est une bien piètre armée, je vous le dis. Mal commandée, c’est évident. Mal organisée aussi. Des camions et des blindés qui tombent en panne de carburant... risible. Alors il est où ton pétrole, Vladimir ? Rires gras. France, 1940. Guderian déplore que les réticences d’un état-major trop frileux, pour ne pas dire rétrograde, aient entrainé l’arrêt de ses colonnes à distance de leurs objectifs tactiques, faute de ravitaillement. Quelques vieux Prussiens, à l’instar d’un Gamelin, pensaient que tout cela allait trop vite. Et pourtant, la victoire était déjà acquise. Où est l’armée ukrainienne aux premiers temps de cette guerre à la con ? Partout, mais surtout nulle part. Mal armée, pas assez garnie, peu entraînée, hormis quelques rares unités aguerries au Donbas, aptes à engager ou à accrocher. Attendons quelque temps pour y voir un peu plus clair sur les manœuvres de Vlad-l’Empaleur... ce que sont ses objectifs réels, ce qu’est concrètement sa capacité militaire pour les atteindre. On vous le dit, l’assaut sur Kiev est imminent ! Pareil pour les autres villes, pas encore submergées mais déjà martyres ! Boum par ici, kraaak par là. Si, si, ça bombarde, y’a qu’à voir. Façades ruinées, incendies dévoreurs. Et les gens qui sortent hagards des caves, le teint cireux, le trouille au ventre, entre deux tirs d’obus, avec cet air paumé accroché au regard, ce stygmate des victimes de guerre qui ne se connaissent plus d’avenir.

“Ach, das ist krieg...”, déplorait-on aux mêmes endroits il y a exactement 80 ans.

Et puis... à quoi jouent-ils, les Russkofs ? Ils n’y vont pas, finalement ? Tout ça pour ça ? Pour aller récupérer trois champs de topinembours au Donbas ? Seraient pas un peu couillons, les Russkis ? Mais c’est à n’y rien comprendre, malgré nos cravates et notre fond de teint matifiant. Merde alors. Et c’est quoi cette histoire de payer le gaz en roubles ? Ah oui, ne pas oublier : l’Europe achète encore du gaz aux Russes après cinq semaines de guerre. Et l’Ukraine, par qui le pet magique transite, prélève son quota et sa dîme. N’y voyez aucun cynisme dégueulatoire. C’est toujours moins cher que la merde que l’oncle Sam n’arrivait pas à nous fourguer avant la crise et la hausse lunaire, vu le prix de revient de l’extraction de son gaz de schiste. Mais comme on a une putain de conscience morale et que l’Otan est notre dernier rempart, on klaxonne encore un peu, mais tendance demi-ton. Joe est décidément gâteux et Lemaire reste un petit branleur qui joue avec le briquet. Sic transit mundi, on en a vu d’autres, au moins aussi dégueulasses mais vous verrez, entre deux pages de pub’, on se refait très bien. Parole d’expert. J.-M. M.

[nogitsune-the]

Loving Vlad

vlad king being self-conscious about his teeth when kissing you I had some slime creep into my head and whisper me this fic idea

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Warnings: None? mentions of bullying? Suggestive content?

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Vlad is a good man and husband, and hero. But he has his insecurities that struggle with certain things, like his teeth they are longer than normal people, and due to his quirk combined with his teeth, he’s often called a vampire. 

But you, his partner love him for who he is. You don’t care about his longer and sharper teeth you love the man you married and even if you told him that every time you were with him he still got self-conscious about it. Some days he doesn’t care but some days he will hear a nasty comment about it. You think what bothered him most is that he was scared that he would scare kids and most importantly the two of your kids if you ever decided to have any.

Today was one of the bad days, someone had told him his teeth were unsightly and he should look into getting them filed down. When you heard you were livid and ready to fight whoever had made such a horrible comment about him “Baby, I love you and your teeth, no matter how different they are. They are a part of you” 

He was shying away from you and not looking you in your eye, it was a tell-tale sign for you that he wasn’t feeling good. The normally happy and cheery person he was and the strong man and husband you know and love was a shy almost scared person in front of you. He had told you before that the self-consciousness had started when he was in school himself and his fellow students bullied him over his teeth. And even if he now is a grown man and a hero but those feelings never went away. 

So on the day where he feels really down, you decided he needed a self-care day especially since he had the day off as a teacher and his parole shift ended shortly after the nasty comment he got. So you told him to take a nice shower or a bath before going to grab him some comfy clothes and putting them on the toilet. You had half a mind to join him in the shower and show him all your loving but you decided against it. 

Rather you left the bathroom again and ordered take out from his favorite food place and finding a movie for the two of you to watch while eating and cuddling on the couch. These days always started out bad but by the end of the night the two of you were relaxed and feeling each other’s love and Vlad didn’t feel as bad anymore