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artemismoorea03 · 9 months

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DPxDC Prompt: Who's Child Is This?

Inspired by an ICarly Clip. "Mr. Wayne, we have your son here."

Bruce blinked, then checked the number on the phone. It was from the police station. He then looked around the table which had fallen silent when Alfred had brought him the phone.

Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian were all accounted for. Even Jon was there so they couldn't have misidentified him as his kid.

"Which one?" Bruce chose to ask.

"Tim Drake."

Bruce looked at Tim specifically as he tilted his head confused. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah, Mr. Wayne, we know your boys by now."

"Right... alright, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Can I ask on why Tim has been taken into custody?"

Tim tilted his head even further while some of the others around the table started chuckling.

"He was found trespassing near the new Axion Labs at the edge of the city. The owner chose not to press charges so we're sending him home in your custody."

"I see, I'll be there soon. Thank you for the call."

"Of course, Mr. Wayne, we'll see you soon."

Bruce ended the call then looked at his kids. "Apparently, Tim has been arrested for trespassing near the Axion Labs construction site."

"And you didn't even invite me?" Dick chuckled at Tim, "We could have had so much fun together."

Tim scrunched his nose at the idea. "No way, that whole area is an OSHA violation. If I went there it wouldn't be out of costume, whoever that kid is was risking his life just walking within a block of it."

"Well, I'm going to go down there and see what 'Tim' was thinking." Bruce got out of his seat, "I'll be back soon."

"New brother?" Cass asked as Damian growled.

"We're going to assume no for now, but we may have another for dinner depending on what's going on."

"I will prepare another seat while you are gone, Master Bruce."

"Thanks, Alfred. I'll be back soon."

When Bruce walked into the police station he immediately noticed 'Tim' sitting in front of one of the officers desks. It was a newer officer and it was clear that neither Detective Montoya or Commissioner Gordon were in or somebody would have noticed that this kid definitely wasn't Tim.

Yes, the kid had black hair which was on the shorter side but his hair fell in front of his face more than Tim would wear it, and his eyes were unnaturally blue. He was pale in an old hoodie, blue jeans, and red shoes. The biggest difference though was that this kid looked like he was only pushing 15, not 17. Yes, he looked quite a bit like Tim but anybody who had spent more than five minutes with Tim Drake would know they weren't the same person.

"Mr. Wayne." The officer called as Bruce walked over, looking at the kid.

He was thin and pale, which a tired look on his face. He also shrunk away from Bruce when he walked over.

Bruce knew what a kid in trouble looked like. So he smiled down at the kid. "You know, Tim, when I said you could go to the lab to do your science homework I didn't expect you to go all the way to Axion Labs."

The kid looked at him, surprised then seemed to quickly catch on. "What can I say, I had to see what terrible science looked like. Sorry for making you come down here."

"It's fine, but are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, totally." He said, his hand subconsciously moving to his ribs as though he was hurt.

"Alright then you are grounded."

"What?!" 'Tim' squeaked, "Come on-"

"Nope. You are ground... for... 'til... college."

"FOR 'TIL COLLEGE?!"

"For 'til college!"

The officer cleared his throat then held out a clipboard. "If you sign the red x's you can take your son and leave, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce took the papers, quickly looking over it and signing it. It was strange to see that all of the handwriting on the paperwork was adult writing. Had they even asked this kid his name? Once everything was signed he passed it back over to the officer who nodded.

"Looks good. Thanks Mr. Wayne and you stay out of trouble. The whole city knows your face. You're just lucky Mr. Masters didn't want to press charges."

"Yeah, so lucky." The kid rolled his eyes, then stood up and looked up at Bruce. "Can we go now?"

"Sure thing, chum. Come on." Bruce said, leading the kid out of the station and to the car. The kid seemed hesitant as he looked around, his eyes narrowing when they landed on a gentlemen with silver hair in a ponytail, only when the man smiled at 'Tim' did the kid speak up again.

"Come on, Dad, let's get out of here before the stalkers find us." He said, climbing in the front seat and closing the door, much to the annoyance of the silver haired man.

Bruce climbed in the front seat, buckling in and driving away from the station. "So... 'not Tim' what's your name?"

"Danny. Just Danny... sorry about all of that Mr. Wayne. That guy took one look at me and started calling me 'Tim' and when I tried to explain that I wasn't 'Tim' hey called me a liar. But if I gave them my real name then... somebody else was going to come collect me and I didn't want that. So... I let them call me Tim. I'm sorry, I hope it didn't put you out..."

"Not at all. But... are you okay? Why were you at Axion Labs?"

Danny seemed hesitant, "I... it sounds crazy."

"It's Gotham, kid. Crazy things happen all the time..."

"Right... well um... I-I was kidnapped from my home and taken to Axion Labs. I-I escaped and when I was trying to leave the grounds the police saw me and thought I was trespassing. Since the cops were I decided to play along with it..."

Bruce frowned, "Kidnapped? Is... is there somebody I can call?"

Danny shook his head. "I have an older sister who is probably going crazy looking for me but other than her and a couple of friends there wouldn't be anybody. My parents... they were kind of involved. They... they found out something about me and tried to hurt me, I ran to somebody I knew I couldn't trust because I thought maybe he would get his head out of his ass but I was just being an idiot." Danny hugged himself. "You can drop me off anywhere though, you don't have to bother yourself with me or my shit."

Bruce pulled to a stoplight and reached over to the kid who flinched, Bruce waited until he relaxed before Bruce patted his head. "I'm not going to just leave you on the street. Besides, it's late and by now my butler has already dished you some dinner. So at least for tonight you're welcome to stay with me and my kids. We'll get some food in your belly, make sure you're not wounded, let you call your sister, and find a way to get you home. Sound good?" He asked, moving his hand away.

Danny looked at Bruce, seeming a bit untrusting for a moment before he glanced at something near Bruce and relaxed. There was nothing with Bruce, he wasn't carrying anything, but whatever Danny was seeing was enough to put his mind at ease. "Okay... but if anybody tries anything be warned, I bite."

Bruce chuckled, "So do most of the others. You'll fit right in."

'But just what the hell is going on with this kid? Does it have anything to do with that man outside the police station? I've got to get to the bottom of this before this kid leaves, especially if he's still a target.'

#dp x dc prompt #my prompts #maddie and jack didn't take the news well #Vlad got controlling when Danny showed up #Danny just needs a nap #he's just a lil guy #he's never done nothing wrong his entire life

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emacrow · 1 month

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Babysitting duty calls, Klarion

It another world threatening battle for the justice league, young justice against the league of Villains and chaos children before most of the chaos children froze as if they sense something bad was approaching and immediately dipped out.. except klarion whom was fighting with raven who immediately froze up too late in front of the portal.

Only for a green portal to appear, as a worned out floating glowing green, but blue skinned teenage boy who turn into a man with red eyes, a clock staff in hand and a glowing white hair baby in a baby carrier.

Klarion is literally struggling like a feral cat who got wet in cold water against some invisible force speaking in some odd static like language before giving up after half a minute when the man spoke back with a short word.

The man now just shape-shifting into turn elderly just gave klarion the baby carrier before noticing how the heroes and villains have stop in mid battles looking at both klarion and him.

"All in soon time, but be warn Flashes whom break the laws of times will get their due if you keep messing with the past and future." Spoken the elderly now shape-shifted into a young boy before he turn back to klarion leaving him a note and glowing baby bag before floating back into the swirling green portal.

Klarion could only look at note with his eye twitching, Teekl meowing as she climb into the baby carrier purring around the glowing baby.

"Why do I keep getting babysitting duty, it so unfa-..." klarion grumbled as he pick up the baby carrier and bag teleporting away..

....

"What just happened?" Said Dick whom only one question would be put on hold til later in the watchtower of what just happen before the fight resuming with the young and original justice league winning since the league of Villains were distracted.

#dp x dc crossover #danny is the ghost king #danny phantom #dpxdc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #de aged danny #klarion the witch boy #klarion doesn't want babysitting duty after the last time #sadly he unable to avoid his fate in time #clockwork is a overworked tired papa who want a break from raising his de-aged balance of world godling who just got reborn after his death #he just want a break and a nap but he don't trust the observants for nothing after the supposedly last incident that will never come in time #the chaos children don't want babysitting duty again and avoid it like the plague #klarion is secretly a softie toward this lil being of balance but he has a reputation to hold that got shattered instantly #after Danny's death of old age then he become godling of balance of the infinite realms but he need to be raise to control his powers #whoms better to babysit the godling of balance then the chaos children who can have to cause chaos to keep the balance in check #chaos is keep balance in check while balance keep chaos from spreading depending on the luck #clockwork picks klarion as the best stable babysitter after viewing potential futures if he were to choose the other chaos children instead #clockwork is the big badass time god and the chaos children respect but mostly fear him #young justice #justice league

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flamingpudding · 7 months

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Cats are liquide, so is Daniel

... that's what Damian decided after having watched the other for a while and noticed behavior similarites to Alfred, the cat.

Daniel comes and go like he wants unless you made a set plan with him, the only times he appears for sure where the meals Alfred made sure he attended. Otherwise, good luck finding the other if he doesn't want to be found.

That had irked Damian a lot at first but he had learned to accept it, if not completely willingly but Richard insisted that it was good brotherly behavior of him to not demand to Daniel's location when he doesn't want to be found.

Another thing was that his newly acquired brother purred. Like a cat. Damian would never admit it towards his other siblings. But his efforts in getting along with Daniel tripled when he learned this fact. For one, the switch from calling him Fenton to Daniel gained him a pleased purring. He was not calling him by nickname yet, that was something he would refuse longer until he ran out of tactics to make the other comfortable enough to purr.

But the most common fact that Daniel appeared to have with Alfred, the cat, was that his body must be made of liquid or at least as flexible like a cats. While Alfred, again the cat, found tight spaces like vases, bags, bowls and other things comfortable to rest in, Daniel appeared to show something similar.

Tight spaces, like a cupboard, the nocks between to shelves, the little space between a shelve and the ceilings. If Daniel disappeared he could be found in spaces like that. But what him appear even more liquid like was the was Daniel also tented to rest in more common spaces.

Damian had blinked in disbelieve the first time he found Danial in the common room. One leg on the couch, the other on a side table his back laying on the floor a book in his hands he was reading while his head was under the coffee table. And he though is elder siblings were bad with the way the collapsed couches or other seating spaces at times. How was that comfortable?

Another time Damian had found him sleeping, hanging upside down from a bookshelf in the library with his knees hooked on the top of the shelve. The book he appeared to have been reading like that laid fallen on the floor Daniel's arms hanging down above it and his face was getting a rather red coloring with all the blood gravity was pulling down towards it.

Then, there was also that time he found Daniel curled up in a spare tire of the Batmobile after patrol. How did he even manage to fit in there?

So Damian decided Daniel was a human cat. Because as weird as his family was, this was in no shape or form normal behavior. The fact that he was now finding Daniel napping in the chandelier of the foyer like it was a bed proved it. Not even Richard did that.

Really Damian wouldn't even have noticed it if he hadn't happened to look up. He was going to have a talk with Daniel about this even Alfred, the cat, knew to behave better than this. And if that didn't work, then he would allert his other siblings or maybe he should go directly to Pennyworth with this.

#dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #damian wayne #Damian keeps finding Danny napping or resting in weirds spaces #but only Damian #random ideas #non of the other batkids have found him like that before #they will demand photos of all the spaces he keeps finding him in #Damian doesnt think that the way Danny rests is healthy #it needs to be fixed in his opinion #little does Damian know....#Danny is doing it on purpose just for him #to make Damian call him Danny faster #its not working so far

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puppetmaster13u · 4 months

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Prompt 194

Bart is frozen. He’s terrified- his heart is beating faster in his chest than it’s ever done before yet he couldn’t even start to force himself to run, his body practically vibrating in place as he shook.

There was a familiar feeling in the air, one he’d never thought he’d ever feel again once he’d slipped back in time. He couldn’t breathe, everything felt like it was falling away except for that horrifying fiery aura-

“Kid, are you okay?” There was a hand on his shoulder, light as a feather (he’d learned that from gramps!) yet grounding.

He finally managed to suck in a breath, however wheezy, and looked up to answer, the words dying in his throat before they even began.

“Kid? Holy shit-” Bart didn’t hear anything else as his poor brain fizzled and he fainted.

Danny blinks down at the barely-teenager who seemed to just have some sort of attack before fainting practically in his arms. He’d say diabetes or something, but he has no way to be sure and is maybe panicking himself.

“Wow Mum, wha’ you do?” a toddler Dan- he knew what he did but honestly his baby lisp was adorable- snarked from next to him, chewing on his kid leash. Which he wasn’t getting out of until he could both stop floating whenever he saw the stars (yes he knew he used to do the same thing, shush) and walk out into traffic.

#Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #De Aged Dan #Bart came from Dan’s timeline and is maybe slightly traumatized about it #Jordan has forgotten most things about it #Danny just picked up Dan from daycare & saw Bart freaking out & went to check on him #Dan just wants to go home so he can try to convince Tucker he doesn’t need a nap #Why yes Tucker & Danny are roommates in Central #They video call Sam (who is in college in Gotham) thrice a week #Dan: This isn’t fair- Ellie got to travel the world when she was my age and I’m stuck with a leash #Danny: Ellie never ate anyone sunshine #Dan: She ate her brothers this isn’t fair #Danny: Those were emergency situations they were already dead and she panicked #Bart is in civilian clothes

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thevoidstaredback · 27 days

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Adventures In Gotham

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant Side Story

The first time Danny had ever been to Gotham, he swore it would be his last. He was twenty-two at the time.

In an effort to relax after finals had ended, he, Tucker, Sam, Val, Wes, and Dani had been playing a round of Truth or Dare after finishing a few movies. Sam had dared Danny to wander around Gotham without attracting attention to himself. The catch was that he wasn't allowed to use his powers except to fly there and back. His time limit was Sunday night.

They'd all been planning to stay the night at Sam's anyway, so no one would even notice he was gone. Though, the dare had seemed easy at the time, Danny should've realized his luck was not that good.

Regardless, he flew to the outskirts of Gotham City, dropped his transformation, and entered.

The first thing he noticed was that there was some kind of bubble around Gotham preventing the Shades and overall feel of death from leaving. It was overwhelming at first, but he got used to it pretty quickly. The next thing he noticed was that he had walked into somebody's haunt.

Shit.

He made himself presentable and spoke to the night, "I apologise for trespassing," His voice echoed through the open area as though he was shouting in an empty room. Ghost Speak tended to do that. "I mean no hostile intentions. I simply wish to play a game with your protectors." With any luck, whoever this was would be playful or friendly, at the very least. He didn't hold his breath, though.

A lie. He was holding his breath, but that's only because he was nervous!

The night air stilled as though considering his words. Then, a breeze from behind pushed him further into the city. Flapping wings of bats and owls seemed to hide the whispers of "You may come in." and "Be careful." and "You will lose." and "Good luck.".

A vote of confidence from the City Spirit. "Thank you." He was going to be as quick as he could, but he couldn't draw attention to himself. Easier said than done. Batman seemed to know whenever anyone ever stepped foot into his city, especially if they've never been there before. So, he had to play hide and seek with Batman and Robin.

Again, easier said than done.

Danny knows very little about about Gotham and her heroes and villains. What he does know is that Robin is fairly knew to the scene, but also very serious in what he does. He's still a child, though, and he likes to play around a bit. Batman, on the other hand, has already become something of a cryptid, despite only showing himself a year or so ago. Either way, the two balance each other nicely and work well as a team.

Batman and Robin obviously know the entire city inside out, so Danny has to somehow keep an eye on where they are at all times while not drawing attention to himself. Which would be easy, except for the fact that Danny can only sense where non-living beings are. Batman and Robin are very much alive. He's pretty sure. Unless either of them have a shit ton of Shades attached to them, which is unlikely but not impossible, then he'll have to rely on finding them first and keeping them within his sight as he tours around their city.

Why the hell did he agree to this? He so deserves a reward if he succeeds.

'When', not 'if'. 'If' is pessimistic and implies that Batman might just drop him off a building and watch him fall. 'When' at least lets him continue with the illusion that he may get out of this no deader than when he arrived in Gotham.

All he had to do was basically tour the city, then he'll be done. It went well for the first hour, but then he spotted the shadows moving around him. It wouldn't normally be a problem, but one of those shadows was made out of bright colours. Seeing as his Ghost Sense didn't go off, Danny figured the he'd just run straight into Batman and Robin.

Shit. Fuck. Okay, play it cool, Danny.

He ran. He ran as fast as he could without using his powers. When he was sure he'd lost the two vigilanties, he allowed himself to stop in an alley somewhere in the Narrows. (The map he looked at was coming in very handy all of a sudden)

"Could be worse," he said to himself, backing into a corner.

The sound of shattering glass and the scurrying of mice and rats gave the impression of laughter and taunting. Which, rude, but fair.

"Your Knights, my lady," he spoke into the darkness, "are terrifying."

"Who you talking to?"

Danny did not jump. He didn't! Liar.

The kid, about twelve years old, was in bright green, red, and yellow. His hair windswept and he didn't seem even the slightest bit out of breath, let alone tired. Shouldn't he be in bed? Did he have a bedtime? He should have a bedtime, in Danny's expert opinion.

"Did you know that humans are endurance hunters?" Robin had been smiling since he dropped down in front of Danny. And if that wasn't a scary ass line to hear from a twelve year old up way past his bedtime-

No, he's not intimidated. "It's, um, a good thing I'm not completely human then, huh?" Stupid, stupid, stupid! Shut up, Danny! Stop talking! Right now!

This made Robin frown and the shadows started to move again, Batman taking his place just behind the boy. "What do you mean?"

Damn, he's scary! Danny's a sucker for a deep voice with a growl, damn.

"I, um," Intelligent response, Danny. King of the Realm Between Realms of Infinity. Keeper of Balance, Timeless Protector of the Dead and Living, and he can't even form a proper sentence.

Batman and Robin's stares were uncomfortably similar, even as Robin tilted his head ever so slightly to the right.

For all his wisdom, Danny couldn't see how he could manage to get out of this without using his powers. So, "Gottagobye!" he let intangibility and invisibility wash over him and he slipped through the wall behind him. From there, he let the rings of light cover him and he flew away.

He'll take the L. That was scary as hell!

The night wind brushed against him, the sound of breaking bones and cackling telling him to come by to play again some time. Had Gotham's City Spirit lead her Knight and his child to Danny? Probably. She seemed like the type. At least she seems to like him? Silver linings.

"I'm never going there again," he muttered halfway to Illinois.

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chaoswarfare · 1 year

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danny falling asleep in random places! part 1

there is no way bro actually gets enough sleep

#danny phantom #danny fenton #funny #technically art i think #doodles #just a funny little guy #he needs a nap #many naps #dc x dp #possibly #danny falling asleep in random places #send me funny pictures and i’ll probably do it for those #really rushed drawings #sorry anyone that sees this lmao

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keimiwolf · 2 years

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If Danny has a slow metabolism dose that mean he's more susceptible to drugs?

Dude: drugs Danny

6 hours later: Dannys still drugged

Dude: *checks recommended dosage*-- i think i killed him

#danny phantom #drugs #I know i framed this as a joke but im geuenly curious #danny fenton #like ive seen alot of fast metabolism burning through the sedidive #but weres the Danny just haveing the best nap of his death #and the kidnappers just running around the warehouse panicking #bit also imagine if the ecto makes it hard to drug danny so he needs a biger dose #but his metabolism cant brake ot down fast enough #so you ether have a completely fine danny #or drugged out of his mond danny

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raveyardantics · 2 years

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What The Rain Brings

Summary: Thunderstorm outside so what better time to put a few words to the page. In fact, many cultures around the world associate rain with new beginnings and a chance to reinvent yourself through introspection.

Characters: Kwan, Sam, OCs

Word Count: 4,450

Kwan woke up on the floor… again. He’d lost another fight to the yet unbeatable combination of his comforter and the building spring heat sometime during the night and the cool space between his bed was a nice levee against the sting of defeat. Pulling himself up to his bed-level and dealing with the usual bout of morning blindness that came until he put his contacts in, he fruitlessly tried to read his alarm to gauge just how much time he had to get ready before the day really began. At best guess, he had somewhere between three hours and thirty minutes before he had to leave for school, so he quickly grabbed a shirt from the monstrous pile of laundry growing in his ‘reading’ chair and gave it the smell test before hitting the shower.

They were calling for rain again today, and at this point he couldn't be bothered to be bothered by it. In fact, it felt like he'd spent every morning of his sophomore year so far cutting through the downpour before homeroom, longingly staring out at a football field he hadn’t gotten to appreciate up close in far too long. Further zoning out in the shower, he began humming along as Johnny Cash played on the radio he and Xue kept in the bathroom. His brother didn’t have the same love for The Man In Black that Kwan did -he was too young to have picked up the appreciation from their grandfather on the long drives out to the lake- and as Kwan reached the end of (I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle, he felt the familiar twinge of grief that had come from thinking about Yeye in the six years since he’d passed.

Six years…

He repeated the number on the way out as he waved goodbye to his mom sitting at the table. It was hard to believe that it’d been that long since he’d seen his grandpa. The last time they saw each other, Kwan hadn’t even cracked the five foot threshold, but looking at him now he could almost be one of the giants from the stories he used to tell. As he reached his beat up old red pickup truck, the first drops of rain began to fall, slowly at first, but gradually building to a steady spring shower by the time the engine had warmed up. He was getting ready to put the ancient beast in reverse when he heard the first croak. Freezing with his hand on the gearshift, Kwan looked around to see where the noise had come from, finding the cab of the truck empty except for him and the growing pile of tools on the floor he kept “borrowing” from his dad for small repairs.

“...Hello?”

He knew the sound had to come from close by to be heard so clearly over the sound of the rain and the rough idle, and he’d rather not make an unfortunate discovery when he went to accelerate or shift gears down the road.

Ribbit

As if in response to his question he heard the second croak even louder, definitely coming from his right this time, thankfully safe from the dangers of the pedals. Looking to the passenger side, he leaned over to where a wrench rested on an old Nasty Burger wrapper, searching from the floor up until he heard another croak come from just under the air vents. Turning off the truck just to be safe, Kwan really hoped his visitor wasn’t stuck in his engine. He knew it was ridiculous to be so paranoid about what was probably a single frog, but considering how lucky his family had always told him it was to find a frog indoors, he wasn’t about to chance a sudden stroke of bad luck, not with the way his grades were just starting to level out at least.

Ribbit

A thump against the glove compartment reassured him that he hadn’t ruined his fortune. It was a surprisingly loud hit though, and for a second Kwan had the surge of fear that his companion wasn’t a regular amphibian but some sort of spirit that was playing a trick on him. Hesitating, he grabbed the wrench with his left hand and the handle with his right, ready for a surprise attack should one come. Taking a deep breath, he threw the door open and laser focused into the compartment, watching for any unnatural movements and cursing himself for never changing the light that would illuminate the dark pocket the creature hid in. The frog took its time coming out into the light of the cab, a bright red passenger with black spots and white feet that slowly pulled their way onto the dashboard of his truck Once it was closer to Kwan’s eye level, the frog stared at him, watching unimpressed as he still brandished the wrench for defense.

Ribbit

Lowering his weapon in embarrassment of the frog’s judgmental stare. Kwan breathed a sigh of relief and laughed to himself.

“Just wanted a ride, huh, little guy?”

A croak of confirmation steadied Kwan as he checked his watch. He wasn’t quite running late yet, but he was definitely going to be pushing it if Amity morning traffic was consistent in holding him back as it usually did. Looking at the frog still perched on his dashboard, Kwan couldn’t help but notice that the smooth skin of the amphibian resembled his letterman jacket, and he decided to take that as a sign of further fortunes to come.

“Alright then,” he said, shifting back into 1st gear and spraying gravel as he shot out of the driveway onto the path to the main road, “let’s go Ravens!”

Splitting his focus between the rain, the road and the frog -unbothered by the acceleration as he appeared to be- Kwan found himself driving a lot more self consciously, a previously unfelt sense of judgment guiding his hands and feet as he reached the first stoplight between his home and the school. The frog had been unnervingly silent on the initial drive through the woods, only moving to avoid the vents when Kwan switched the heat on, otherwise stationary in his guardian's gaze. The light was taking forever to turn, and as he drummed his hands on the wheel, Kwan finally registered that uncomfortable silence wasn’t due to any supernatural presence; he had just forgotten to turn the radio on during his morning ritual.

Laughing to himself in relief, Kwan reached to turn the volume knob to a reasonable level, the low notes of a country station no longer buried under the rain beating down on the truck.

“What do you think, little guy? You a fan of 102.1 The Lasso?”

The frog, being a frog, said nothing, instead offering a quick blink in acknowledgement that it had been spoken to. Despite the silence, Kwan found himself smiling as the light finally turned green.

“Don’t like the newer stuff they play myself, but the classics,” he said, gesturing to the air, “man, you gotta respect the classics.”

A croak of agreement further galvanized him to keep the conversation going, rambling off the pros and cons of several artists from before and after the new millennium. Dolly Parton? Agreement. Garth Brooks? Silence. Waylon Jennings? Agreement. Toby Keith? Silence. Johnny Cash?

“Johnny Cash?”

Afraid he’d hit his first disagreement with his amphibious passenger, Kwan looked to where the frog had been sitting and instead found nothing. With his eyes wide and his grip on the wheel tightening to a dangerous level, he almost cursed in shock before a loud croak from his right-hand side drew his attention. He felt ridiculous for numerous reasons, with the primary being the amount of fear a small frog had delivered by simply changing positions. Turning almost as red as the frog, he felt a secondary wave of embarrassment at the thought that he’d spent the last fifteen minutes going over discographies with a creature that literally spent their life under a rock. Oh thank god Dash and Paulina weren’t here to see that, he thought, placing his head on the wheel in shame once he reached another braking point.

“Living in this town turns everyone into a freak,” he said, still conversing with the frog despite the insult, “but still… nothing for Cash?”

The frog said nothing, instead moving to rest on Kwan’s thigh as he idled in the parking lot. Before he could question the movement, the frog croaked. Seconds later, lightning illuminated the city and the truck’s radio crackled with static against the rain. As the disturbance cleared, Kwan recognized the song playing had changed, going from Randy Travis’ “Deeper Than The Holler” into a song he’d never heard before. The voice was familiar, but significantly older than the last time he’d heard it, and as Kwan took in the haunting lyrics he quickly found himself on the verge of tears. He sat there in the music for a while, the rain softening against the body of his beat up old pickup truck as the sound of the guitar and chains ebbed from its worn speakers, his carriage seeming to age faster under the influence of the music. Once again he found himself thinking of his grandfather; how the two of them would sit outside in the old rocking chairs on the porch, silent as the ancient battery powered radio he kept on an end table tried its best to match the volume of the stormy season.

“…There ain't no grave, can hold my body down”

Finally opening his eyes as the song finished, Kwan saw that the frog had moved again, this time back into his direct line of sight. He couldn’t meet its gaze though, and as he looked out the window towards the school, he saw that the rain had died down into a low drizzle. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting in the parking lot but he noticed that students had already begun trickling into the school. Or maybe they’d been going in for a while and he was now just watching the last few stragglers make their way inside before the bell rang, truthfully he’d been so engrossed he figured either scenario was just as plausible. Shaking himself out of the memory, Kwan reached for the door handle and began to pull, stealing one last glance at the creature perched behind his steering wheel.

He let out a sigh. He felt crazy for even considering the possibility, but this was Amity Park, and crazier things happened every day. Finally making eye contact with the frog again, Kwan steeled himself, outstretching his hand and offering a more personal perch for his amphibious passenger. Hopping into his palm with almost no hesitation, the frog centered himself, crossing his arms and staring as if awaiting further instructions. A jolt shot up Kwan’s arm as the creature’s slick, smooth skin truly made contact with his own for the first time since they met, with the frog being much lighter than he expected given its size. There was quite as the two of them looked at each other, the rain now too soft to even disturb the silence that filled the cab. He realized it would look insane to anyone walking by, and considering how fast rumors and whispers passed through the halls of Casper High, he knew if he didn’t ask the question now he’d spend the rest of the day haunted by it.

“...Yeye?”

…Ribbit.

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Kwan was nervous walking the halls to her locker. Everyone he passed felt like they were watching him, waiting for him to stumble and spill his hand so that he could be judged. Hugging his jacket tight to his body, he picked up his pace and weaved through the gathered mass like a defensive line, careful to avoid collision and risk damage to his questionable cargo. They both had a study period first thing in the morning, so it was his best chance to handle this without too much attention. Unfortunately, her locker was also close to Dash’s, so even if he could catch her before she disappeared, he was still working on a tight schedule to avoid a lot of eyes.

“Sam!”

He hadn’t meant to call for her so aggressively, but a combination of adrenaline and excitement at catching her boosted his voice beyond his intended level. She jumped, her shoulders visibly tightening at the sound of his greeting. As he closed the final distance between them, he felt bad for startling her so early in the morning, with the frog offering a low croak of admonishment to compound his shame.

“Sorry,” he said, now visibly exhausted from the run, “sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you! I need your help!”

He was yelling at a low volume, which simultaneously impressed and concerned her. She was also mildly intrigued by whatever could make the occasionally gentle giant break social conventions enough to talk to her in a semi-public setting, though the way his eyes seemed to be darting between here and either side of the hallway told her that the fear of being seen with someone of a “lesser” status was still alive and well within him. Well, either that or drugs, Sam thought, closing her locker to face him, who knows how the jocks are coping after two weeks of no practice.

“Sorry Kwan,” she began, refusing to look up at him in a show of dominance, “I don’t do study buffs and I don’t sell to narcs.”

Momentarily confused, he quickly shook off the comment and reached into his pocket, desperately hoping that his friend hadn’t decided to disappear again. With his hands finding purchase, he slightly opened his jacket and revealed the large amphibian to her.

She quickly threw her hands up in a defensive position, using one to cover her face and one to maximize the distance between their bodies for what she was sure was a prank in waiting. “Whoa there big guy let's slow it… wait what?”

His brain was racing a mile a minute, hurrying to put the frog back into his jacket pocket before anyone else noticed his display. Giving the hallway another paranoid reconnaissance circuit, he closed his hands in a gesture of deference as he noted the look of confusion on her face.

“Frog.”

“Yes, Kwan,” she said, rolling her eyes at the obvious statement, “I’ve heard most girls prefer flowers but point for creativity. Hand him over and I’ll go put him back in a puddle so-”

“NO!”

This time he didn't keep himself from yelling, hushing every conversation in the hall and drawing the full attention of the scattered students. Automatically course correcting, Kwan stood at his full height and blocked Sam from their view, a subconscious protection stance he’d adopted for Star and Paulina multiple times.

“Not your business,” he commanded, the additional bit of wildness in his eyes from the morning lending it more of an edge than he meant. It served its purpose though, with their eyes averting almost as quickly as they had focused on the two of them.

Impressed, Sam let out a whistle that carried slightly less of a sarcastic tone than usual. “Oh that is a useful skill.”

Smiling at the praise, Kwan deflated again so as to not tower over her. His mom had always told him that when talking to girls it’s important not to look too aggressive, and since he was already soaked, heaving, and paranoid looking he figured it would be best to try to be as relaxed as possible if he was going to get Sam’s help. Of course, he wasn’t actually sure what all she could help with in this case, but he knew that she was objectively his best resort in this situation. Sam was friends with Fenton -maybe more if the rumors were true but Kwan didn’t really see it- so between that and her general graveyard aesthetic he figured she at least knew more than him about ghosts in this moment and that’s all he was looking for. Plus, she had championed that whole “save the frogs” campaign last semester, so Kwan figured she would be less likely to turn over his new friend to the Fentons; a (potential) ghost frog was still protected under her banner, right?

“I just need to ask you some questions,” he said, turning his attention back to her, “I promise it’s not weird except for the part where the frog might be my grandpa.”

“.....what?”

It might have been his imagination, but he could feel the eyes starting to turn on him again, causing him to blush slightly. Moving quickly, he slid a piece of paper into her hands and took off in the opposite direction from which he came. She should have been used to weird behaviors like this in a town like Amity Park, but it still took her brain a few seconds to catch back up to everything that just happened, long enough for Kwan to be out of sight before she could ask any follow up questions. Unfolding the paper, she saw that it had a single word quickly sprawled across it, with no time or additional instructions to be found; BACKSTAGE.

“Oh I hate that I’m even about to humor this,” she sighed, crumpling the note and throwing it into the recycling bin marked for paper, “I should’ve just took the frog and ran.”

Protests aside, Sam still made her way to the theater. It had been closed ever since the stage started to collapse a few weeks ago, and was now mostly used by students looking to skip class. Really though, she thought, sneaking into the backstage area with the minimal effort of someone who’d done it many times before, if the school had been better funded there would probably be less places for students to have secret rendezvouses, so low attendance is on them at this point. She didn’t go carelessly though, and with the lingering concern of this turning into a Carrie situation nestled at the forefront of her mind, she scanned the rafters and corners for any errant A-listers lying in wait to surprise her. Once she was confident that the room was (relatively) safe, she made her way to the stage where Kwan was currently sitting, the large red and black frog now cupped in his hands as thunder rumbled in the distance.

“Thirty seconds,” she said, cutting him off as soon as he opened his mouth, “you have thirty seconds to explain before I walk.”

“Okay, yeah, right,” he said, nodding and taking a deep breath, “so; I woke up this morning and Cash was on the radio which was cool and it was raining again which sucks cause like the field would be wet again so no practice and it’s been forever since we had a decent practice without slipping on the field but it’s whatever so anyway i got to my truck and there was a noise and i thought it might have been a ghost so i was gonna hit it with a wrench but it was a frog and that's cool so I was chill with it and he was chill so i just drove with him to school and i was talking to him but not in a weird way like in a normal way and then-”

“Kwan,” she cut in, pinching her forehead at the rapid fire way he was speaking, “okay, wow… timer’s off dude, ya gotta breathe.”

The frog croaked its agreement.

“Just… get to the part where you think your grandpa’s a frog now, please.”

“...it sounds stupid when you say it like that.”

Watching as he deflated, Sam couldn’t help but feel bad when she saw the look in his eyes and the way he drummed his fingers on his lap. She wasn’t heartless, and for all his many, many faults, she knew that Kwan was generally very earnest in the way he spoke. Simple? Absolutely, she didn’t believe anyone with serious complexity could stand to be around Dash Baxter for more than forty-five minutes any given day, but still earnest. Besides, she had seen the way he’d behaved in the hall a few minutes ago and she highly doubted he’d risk a second social self-destruction of that level for something he wasn’t 100% convinced of. Sighing, she stepped further into the auditorium, closing the distance between them and joining him on the opposite side of the stage.

Dammit, she cursed to herself, Tucker and Danny have made me soft.

“It’s not stupid, Kwan,” she said, looking out at the empty room, “if anything it’s just a very literal interpretation of nafesh that my Rabbi would lose their mind over.”

“Is that… good?”

She paused for a moment before answering, a slight smile dancing on the edge of her lips. “It has the potential to be interesting, if nothing else. But back to him; why do you think this frog might be your grandpa?”

It was Kwan’s turn to pause, desperate to make his case for both of their sakes.

“Growing up, I used to spend every summer at Yeye’s -my grandpa’s- lakehouse. He was so close to living on the water, frogs used to hang out all over the porch, especially after it rained. He loved the little dudes. He used to tell me how they were symbols of good luck and fortune so they were welcome to stop by as long as they wanted,” there was a wistfulness in his voice as the rain dripped through a hole between them, “said maybe one day they might even bring us some winning lotto numbers and then they could have the damned place.”

He laughed at the old joke, another ghost he seemed to be carrying around with him.

“He, uh… he died six years ago. Dad keeps saying he wants to fix up his old place and sell it but I don’t think he really wants to. I don’t think I want him to either….” There was a longer pause after that statement, but Kwan did his best to shake it off. “Um, yeah, so anyway, this morning after I pulled him out of my glove compartment, something weird happened with my radio. You know Johnny Cash right?”

“The abolitionist Man In Black,” she said, a layer of defense temporarily peeled off, “yeah I know him… why?”

“Okay, my grandpa loved Cash, like… loved the guy. We spent so much time listening to his records. I don't think there’s a single one of his songs that I haven’t heard at least twice. But this morning something weird happened, I was talking to the frog and I asked him about Cash and he like, blinked in and out for a second, and there was lightning… and then there was this song.”

He turned to look at her, a haunted sort of joy on his face as he fought the tears starting to form.

“It was him. Not him like I’d ever heard him before; he was older, and he sounded closer to the end but it was Cash without a doubt. He was saying something about no grave holding him and there were chains and the guitar, Sam you should have heard it, it was so simple but it was just… it was so much. I was back there on the porch with Yeye, I had my grandpa back for just a moment and when it was just the two of us again I felt like this little guy was here in his place”

Sam felt slightly uncomfortable with how much he was sharing with her, but at the same time it was easy to see how much of a relief it was for him to tell someone else. Honestly it reminded her of how her father and her Grandma Iida used to talk about her Grandpa Erik when she was growing up, how despite all their differences their love of him and his love of them was able to live on long after his physical self had stopped existing in the world.

We get a thousand chances to get it right, Sammy, her grandma had told her once while looking through a scrapbook, but find someone with a big enough heart and they’ll have you convinced they got it in one.

“So,” Kwan said, his voice breaking through her thoughts to pull her back, “I know it might sound crazy but I just… I don't know how to take care of a frog but I can't just let him go outside. What if a bird got him? Or worse, what if a science teacher scoops him up! Or the Fentons!”

“Oh okay,” Sam said, finally connecting the dots, “so you just wanna know how to take care of your new best friend, right?”

“Yeah,” he cheered, a little louder than probably expected, “even if I’m completely just going bonkers from living in this ghost town so long. I’d feel, y’know, guilty or whatever not taking care of him. Either way, I can't just keep him in a shoebox on my dresser… that’s how our bird got out the window.”

The frog let out another croak of disappointment at this confession..

“Plus I still had this,” he said, pulling out a faded ‘Save The Frogs’ pin from the inside of his jacket, “so it had to be a sign, right?”

“Wow,” she said, once again impressed with his earnestness, “I can’t believe you kept that.”

“I found it in my truck when he was hopping around, guess he’s still got a way of pointing me in the right direction.”

“Hmm,” she said, adjusting herself to leave before things took a further turn towards sappytown, or worse, someone walked in on the two of them, “well maybe next time he can point you in the direction of a herpetologist if he really wants to avoid living in a shoebox.”

There was suddenly a strange weight in her hand, and as she looked down she saw that the amphibious wanderer had found its way into her palm, hopping silently between the two of them as they conversed on the stage. Getting a better look at him, Sam could see how bright the colors on the frog were, and if she stared too long at the reds and blacks of its back she felt as though she’d start to have her own questions about the supernatural possibility of its origins. For now though she simply let the frog rest between her fingers, a comfortable warmth that seemed to echo the potential Kwan had should he ever free himself from the clutches of more shallow company.

Ribbit.

#danny phantom #kwan (danny phantom)#sam manson #fic #quit your bully clique come join my lovable band of misfits #also frog mention if anyone has any big hangups about frogs #oh and death mention technically #i just think they're neat #also if you need a visual just google tomato frogs #the line between don't write sam as ooc and treat her like a real person capable of compassion was... ooof #kwan is korean chinese with a chinese grandfather #raveyardfanfics #gonna take a nap now we're approaching hatman hours of being awake again #more examinations of the dead beyond whatever butch had goin on

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swampghouls · 9 months

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WAIT WAIT WAIT IM COOKIN. IVE COOKED. THAT MAMAS BOY AUDIO ON TT??? ZUCA AND DULCA

#LIKE TJE BEGJNNING PART OFTHAG SOUND IS A LITTLE SOFTER N LIKE. TJAYS ZUCA AT RHE BEGINNING A LIL SOFTER UNAWARE JUST DOIN WHAY HE THINKS HE #SHOULD DO THEN THE SONG GETS. LIKE NOT HEAVY BUT ITS HARDER THAN BEFKRE N THATS LKKE HERETIC ZUCA W DULCA BEHIND HIM ALSO LOOKIN ANGRY W #THEIR MAGIC i might need a nap. i jus miss playin tbh skdjskrhrihdk #sobs #shut up danny ur dumb

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deadsetobsessions · 5 months

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It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.

(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)

“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.

“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”

“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”

And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).

“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”

Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”

With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.

From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.

He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.

He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #tim drake #dick grayson #duke thomas #Danny is ghost king #Danny messes with the bat fam by trauma dumping #he’s like I’ll drop lore as a prank #but he actually got attached and is sharing trauma as a form of trust #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #those baby blues #Danny uses puppy dog eyes #it’s super effective #they think he’s the most normal #they’re (heh) dead wrong

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evilminji · 5 months

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You think the Zone has its version of Comic Con?

Like? Think about it. You have literally all of time to work on it, your Magnum Opus, your life's work. That DREAM comic. All the supplies you could ever wish for. Endless paper. Endless ink. You can practice and practice for CENTURIES until it's JUST right.

Wouldn't you want to share it?

There are definitely Ghosts who have Obsessions that make them collect.

And two people meeting would lead to a group. Lead to a bigger group. Lead to a large group. A gathering. A crowd even. Eventually you need a Lair to meet IN. It becomes An Event.

People hear about it.

Want to bring other art mediums. Food stalls. Report on it. It grows. Shoot offs start happening. Niche meet ups.

But like?

Unlike comic con? It's all FREE. Sure, you might have fork over the ecto to make your copy. And yeah, weaker ghosts can only do that so many times. Will have to prioritize. But? They can come back after leaving for a nap. Ask a buddy to come with. There ARE work arounds.

Just? Imagine the unbelievable HIPE? Danny would feel? But be unable to TELL anyone about? Zone Con happens several times a year! Cause so many people wanna come. The Zone being infinite, after all.

Problem 1? They're using THEIR standard of a "year". Which is actual 5 earth years. So it's only happens every year and a half for him. And Problem 2? He can't even TALK about how excited he is about Z Con with anyone (outside his friends and family) because they haven't heard of it and might Ask Questions.

It's ALSO held in a part of the Zone that's like? Three days of flying away from the portal. And no amount of begging is gonna get any of his loved ones to camp in the Speeder for around six-ish days just to go to a Con.

So you can imagine his DELIGHT. His utter JOY and *Target Spotted* "!!!" Noise, when? In the crowd? He spots A HUMAN! Hi fellow human!!! Omg, wanna be Con Besties? *doesn't even wait for an answer*

So now? This sad, blonde, deeply lost and kinda alarmed, trench coat dude? Is Danny's new Z Con Going Bestie! You got a map yet, bestie? No? That's cool, he has one. By the way, he has human food in the Speeder if you nee-

YES!

Cause, see, here's the THING. John? Lost to the Realms Infinte. Or Infinte Realms. Translation was iffy... and on fire... like the rest of the building. It was him or the kids those psychos had kidnapped, for what fucked "ritual" the voices in their heads, that THEY thought were demons but frankly he's pretty sure was just feedback from-

Look, doesn't matter, he had to choose. He always knew someday he'd have too. That even twisting Luck and talking fast wouldn't quite be enough. And he had to decide, in that moment, which outcome mattered more to him. They get out safe, or he does.

Wasn't much of a question, was it?

So, there he is. Staring down oblivion and all those debts unpaid. 'Bout to see who's gonna come for him this time, and take what left of wretched soul. When? He bleeds on the FUCKIN two-bit crap circle they squiggled in God only knows what. Remembers that "oh YEAH, set dressings!" Sometimes when you focus too hard on insuring a Good Outcome?

You weird weird as shit byproducts happening on the side to balance it all out.

Or BAD ones.

He wakes up someone fucking green and crowded. For the life of him can't tell you which one it is. And THAT was of course, bout two days ago.

Biggest and most immediate problem? He... does NOT recognize what flavor of magical fuckery this is. Doesn't seem Fae. And doesn't smell like Hell. There are... there are honest to God BOOTH BABES hanging around. Hunks too. The view is LOVELY.

And nerdy.

Very, very nerdy.

But he isn't THAT out of touch. So he should recognize SOMETHING. Or at least the languages. But nope! It's like aliens and magic had a nerd baby and dipped it in GREEN. And the worst thing? Is there is food everywhere, but it all glows and John's not stupid enough to eat it.

Then? Sweet merciful fuck. Salvation! Some teeny bopper Barely No Longer Teen fresh faced INFANT of a Hero kid. With a SHIP. Who has FOOD and a clear idea of where they are. Hello~ John's new BEST FRIEND. Yes. Absolutely. Con Buddies, whatever.

Just feed me, kid.

Only? Once he inhales like 5 "Fenton rations"? He only gets half way through introducing himself before getting interrupted. Kid hears "magic" and "occult Detective" and just? Goes "oh! So you wanna check out the magic Ally with me? Sam wanted me to pick up some witchy stuff!"

..............how magic?

(In Which? Constantine becomes Danny's interdimensional Con buddy)

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation @lolottes @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom

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mossycobblestonewrites · 2 months

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DC X DP PROMPT #5

You know those ones where Damian gets adopted by the Fentons? Other way round -> reveal gone wrong Danny gets adopted by Talia Al Ghul.

Danny, after a bad reveal that he loses his friends and sister to in order to escape (they sacrificed themselves for him (taking shots, misdirections)) is tired and low on Ecto. He's hungry and he's so so tired. He's flying which ever way the wind takes him, just a little guy in the sky. And oh, what's this? Some Good Soup™? It smells a bit funky, but that's just flavor.

Talia find Danny bleeding green whilst drinking from the pits. She's feeling maternal (sort of) and Damian has just been brought into the world, what's another son? ESPECIALLY a Lazarus child?

Danny wakes up after taking a nap in his spicy soup to a woman that is more of a mother than his own had ever been (which,, yikes) and he's pretty happy. So what if there are assassins trying to kill him and him brand new brother (literally, that kid is FRESH) it's fun. It's enrichment 🤸 he probably needs to learn how to fight normal humans anyway. Talia doesn't even get mad when he accidentally kills the ninjas!!

He's only there for a few months before he gets another new brother! This one's a little weird, but he's also hurt so that's okay! Danny will support his healing journey!!

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #talia adopts danny #danny damian and jason become brothers #because i say so #:)#this could be written angsty #but imagine the chaos those three would create

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nerdpoe · 5 months

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Clockwork sent Danny back in time, a few hundred years. Then he told him to take a nap.

He swore that the ritual chamber he'd transported Danny to was isolated, and that Danny wouldn't age.

But good goddamn, Danny needed some sleep. The kid is a baby ghost, and they're supposed to spend years forming.

With how powerful Danny is?

He's going to seriously stunt his growth if he doesn't go the fuck to sleep.

Dani can just sleep whenever she wants at Clockwork's place, but Danny can't take the rest he needs or he'll skip his entire mortal life. So; the timeless chamber for sleep.

And Danny...Danny's fucking tired.

Sleep sounds fantastic. He'll wake up in a few hundred years and feel refreshed.

Sounds great.

The chamber siphons ectoplasm from the surrounding areas, feeding his ghost half, which keeps his human half alive and fine.

It also radiates Realms energy, which can make any human who gets too close for too long a little insane.

Gotham is built on top of that chamber.

That chamber powers every single curse in Gotham.

Clockwork didn't tell Danny this, of course; but Danny's length of necessary sleep depended on how much Ecto his developing core got it's hands on, and normally it would have only been a one hundred year nap.

The curses siphoning off of it made it three hundred or so.

So when Danny finally wakes up, and the protections drop, he lets out a biiiiig stretch, yawns-and goes home. He feels rested! Awake! He finally got some fucking sleep!

Meanwhile, every single curse in Gotham breaks, all at once.

At the same time, the excess Ecto that the citizens of Gotham had been having leeched off of them? Suddenly it's staying with them, and their Liminality breaks through overnight.

It's chaos.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #i like to think reflective eyes and fangs and claws are base liminal traits #maybe some powers if ur exposed enough #there's quite a few people who have been underground for long periods of time in Gotham #one of them is the entire Batfam

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vivwritesfics · 2 months

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Work For It

Daniel had turned their girlfriend into a pillow princess. Max needs him to fix it

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male receiving), dom!daniel, dom!max, sub!reader, reader gets called a brat, reader gets called a good girl, spitroasting, p in v, cum swallowing

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Max x reader x daniel

Daniel had created a monster.

When their relationship had first started, their girl had been as willing to give as she was to take. She'd get on her knees for them, ride them until the sun rose. They'd do the same for her in return, happy to pay to make her as good as she made them feel.

But then Daniel began giving her everything she wanted. All she had to do was pout a little and wrap her arms around his neck. He'd kiss her pouty lips and carry her to their bedroom to bring her pleasure.

Max had to deal with the burden of it. Where Daniel was happy to do anything she asked, Max wasn't. If she wanted him to help her get off, she was going to have to return the favour.

But Daniel had turned her into a princess. A pillow princess. And Max had to do something about it. He couldn't go to her though, not when she knew she had Daniel wrapped round her finger. So, he went directly to the source.

He waited until she was napping (a regular occurrence, since she stayed up with Max most nights) to talk to Daniel.

"She hasn't sucked me off or ridden in weeks, Daniel," Max confessed, his tone hushed.

Daniel shrugged his shoulders. "I'll suck you off," he said.

"Yeah, I know you will," Max snapped, but he quickly regained his composure. "But that's no the point," he said as he laid back against the couch cushions. "She doesn't do anything by lay there. You've turned her into a pillow princess and you need to fix it."

"Okay," Daniel agreed. "You, you're right. I miss seeing her on her knees for us."

Max leaned in and kissed him, an act that was quickly reciprocated. But before Daniel could push his fingers through Max's hair, messing it up, he pulled away. "Besides, if she doesn't go for it, we could always fuck each other, leave her high and dry."

So, it was decided. The next time she went to Daniel, wearing that tempting pout, he'd say no. He wouldn't give into her (but somehow Max doubted that would actually happen).

The next day, while Max was racing on the sim rig, she went to Daniel. As usual, she wore her prettiest pout as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Danny," she whined, pressing her body against his.

As her body moved against him, she felt just how hard he was in his shorts, just from her touch alone. She was going to get everything she wanted, she thought as she bit back her grin, trying to maintain her pout. "I need you," she whispered.

Daniel squeezed her arms around her, but then he gently pushed her away. "Baby, if you want Max and I to fuck you, you're gonna have to earn it."

Her pout only grew. "But Dannyyyy," she whined as she let her fingers trail down his chest, towards his trousers. This time she couldn't hide her grin as she touched his hardening length.

Again, he gently pushed her away. "Go and suck Max off if you want to get off," he said, pointing to the other room, where the rig was.

Her pout turned into a scowl as she turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine," Daniel called back as she went to stride out of the room. "You can go grumble about it and stay needy, or you can go and give Max a blow job," he said.

That stopped her in her tracks. She momentarily dropped the attitude, threw her head back, and groaned. "Fine," she muttered and took off, walking towards Max as he raced.

As she approached, she knocked on the wall. "Are you streaming?" She asked.

When Max shook his head, she approached and got down onto her knees beside him. She still wore that same scowl as got onto her knees beside him. "Schat, what're you doing?" He asked as she fished him out of his shorts.

"He won't touch me, Maxie, not until I suck you off."

Max smirked as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. He sat back, sat comfortably, went went back to racing. "Better get to work, then."

The scowl returned to her face as she moved closer, taking his cock into her mouth. It had been so long since she had last done this, it was only a matter of moments before her knees began hurting and her jaw started aching.

Plus, Max could tell she wasn't putting her all into it. But he said nothing, just shaking his head as Daniel walked into the room and sat, watching them. "She's got quite an attitude, doesn't she?"

Daniel scoffed, laughing. "She's being a little brat at the minute," he said. "Feel free to fuck her throat if you need to."

She pulled off of Max, releasing him with a pop! She sat back, trying to give her knees a rest. She wiped at her mouth, but she didn't have much time before anything else before Daniel was behind her, holding her head, pushing her back towards Max's cock. "I don't think he said you can stop."

Although he was pushing her, Daniel was still gentle. He eased her onto Max's cock, moving her back and forth. He didn't push her all the way around, didn't push her until she was gagging.

Drool ran down her chin when Daniel finally let go of her. He watched for her a moment as she worked through her aching jaw, hollowing her cheeks. Max moaned, his eyes shut as he bucked his hips towards her. He had long since crashed his virtual car, too distracted by the way she was sucking him.

"Good girl," said Daniel, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her little shorts. When he tugged them down and squeezed her ass, she moaned around Max (which felt like heaven to him).

He let her go just a little longer before touching her more. Her shorts were around her knees as Daniel touched her, felt through her folds. Her eyes were shut and she whined, taking just a moment to feel his fingers.

Max bucked up into her lips and she got to work once again. He patted her head as she moved his lips up and down his shaft. When Daniel touched her clit she jolted forward slightly, but she never released Max from her lips.

She pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip.

"Do you think she's deserved it?" Asked Daniel as he felt just how wet she was.

"Fuck," Max hissed, steadily rocking his hips into her mouth. "Y-Yeah, she's earnt it," he replied, somewhat shakily. He never wanted it to end.

Daniel certainly agreed. He freed himself from the confines of his shorts and rubbed himself through his folds. He slowly pushed through as she let out a cry.

"You earnt this, baby," he whispered before he thrust into her.

She pulled her mouth away from Max's cock to cry out. "Fuck, Danny!" She cried as she threw her head back.

Daniel thrust into her a few times before stopping. If she wasn't going suck Max off, he wasn't going to fuck her. She let out a whine, grinding back against him. "C'mon, Danny," she said as she turned back to him and pouted.

The pout was really starting to piss him off now. "Get back to it," he said, swatting at her ass.

She returned her lips to Max, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking his entire length down her throat. She worked hard while Daniel fucked her, determined to make Max fuck.

"Oh fuck, fuck," Max cried, his fingers gripping her hair. "I'm close." He tried to pull her off, but she batted his hand away and kept working, until he was spilling his seed into her mouth.

She swallowed all he gave to her and released him from her mouth. Max grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him as Daniel fucked her. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing that she had swallowed it all. "Wow, princess," Max said, running her thumb over her lips.

Her eyes shut and small whines left her lips and Daniel pounded into her. "Fuck, you should feel her," he grunted as he looked towards Max.

The way she was clenching around him, it had Daniel so close. "Fucking hell." He swatted her ass again and she squeezed him tighter.

"Fuck, Danny, I'm..."

But that was as much warning as she could give him before she was finished, her body convulsing. It took a moment before she stilled, limp body held up by Max and Daniel.

Max ran his fingers through her hair, the feeling so comforting as she came down. Daniel kept going, but his pace as slowed, become sloppy. His grunts filled the apartment before he pulled out of her, spilling onto her back.

He kept a hold of her, keeping her up. Max stood, passing her to Daniel as he want to run a bath for her.

"You did so good, Baby," said Daniel as he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm so proud of you."

She curled into Daniel's hold, her head against his chest as she kissed his skin. "Thank you, Danny," she whispered, running his fingers through his hair. "But, do we have to do that again? I miss you taking care of me."

Daniel's laugh shook his entire body. "Nice try, princess," he said as he picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.

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