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It was warm.
That was the first thing that Danny noticed as he started to wake.
Danny didn’t sleep warm. Too often if it was too warm, Danny would wake up and have to push aside layers of bedding or shed clothing. Cooling sheets, heat wicking pillow, and light pajamas was the way for Danny to sleep best. He felt oddly rested despite the heat.
It was also heavy.
That was the second thing that Danny noticed.
Maybe he fell asleep with the weighted blanket on the couch?
Except that didn’t feel right.
His couch wasn’t that firm. His couch didn’t snore and his weighted blanket didn’t have arms. Yeah, okay, yep. Someone definitely had their arms wrapped around Danny, tucking him close to their very well defined chest and under their chin. Someone else, a much smaller someone, was tucked close to Danny’s elbow and breathing softly.
What the fuck did he get up to last night?
And why couldn’t he remember any of it?
Someone else mumbled something sleepily. That was three at least, four counting him. Maybe five with the soft, breathy snore? Danny stayed as still as possible and tried to mentally retrace his steps.
He had been at work. Right, Lucius had sent him home since it had gotten late. Danny had gotten food and headed home. He must have gone through Ivy’s park, it would have been the closest way…
…and that’s all.
He couldn’t remember anything after that.
There were flashes of fear and burning lungs and that deep-seated need protect, but over all of that there was a sense of belonging. No, belonging was quite the right word. It was less that he had belonged but more like he had found the missing pieces that had belonged to him.
As much as the snatches of feelings were coated with good, Danny couldn’t help the panic that settled in his chest. He didn’t remember. He should remember, being what he was. Why didn’t he remember? Why hadn’t he just gone ghost? Why did his bones ache like he had gone ghost? If he had he should remember.
Fuck, what sort of rogue shit had he gotten dosed with in the park?
The hand on his chest pressed down purposefully.
“Breathe.” The voice was low and rough, heavily with sleep over a deep gravely timber.
Danny wanted to say that he was trying to breathe, thank you very much whoever the fuck you are, but all that came out was a little wheeze of air.
“Okay. Here’s my other hand. One squeeze for yes, two for no.”
A large, calloused hand slipped into Danny’s, twining with his own scarred and bandaged fingers. Danny gave the hand a squeeze.
“Has this happened to you before?”
One squeeze.
“Often?”
Two.
“Is this an allergic response?”
Two quick squeezes.
“Asthma?”
Danny hesitated before giving three squeezes. He could hear other people starting to stir now, but kept his eyes stubbornly closed. He wasn’t ready to actually deal with the people he had fallen asleep with. Besides, it was hard to hear over the beat of his own heart.
“…No, or more, not yet?”
One firm squeeze.
“Panic or anxiety attack then?”
One hesitant, embarrassed squeeze.
“Alright. I am going to sit us up. Lean back against me and follow my breathing.”
Danny tried not to whimper as he was shifted. He failed.
“I’ll get a damp towel,” another voice offered quietly.
Fuck towels, Danny wanted his pain meds. He must have not taken them last night and now everything was stiff and tight. Forget breathing, Danny just wanted to stay curled up in the blanket and not move. Maybe everyone else would leave wherever they were and Danny could just go ghost and slip out of there without dealing with any of this.
“Relax,” the low voice rumbled.
Danny would have cussed them out if he had the voice to.
The board chest that Danny was resting against took an exaggerated breath. Danny struggled to try and follow it. It didn’t seem like he was getting out of breathing, damn it. An ice cold cloth suddenly pressed against his neck, startling Danny enough to suck in a breath of air.
“There, keep that up,” the main voice instructed.
Danny pinched the fingers still closed gently around his in retaliation.
Someone else, more feminine sounding, laughed while the person behind him let out a slightly amused huff. “I know you know. Now your body just needs to know.”
Danny pinched them again, though to their credit they didn’t pull away their hand. Which was… sorta nice. As much as Danny was sulking about it all, the comfort of a hand in his was nice. The calloused thumb rubbed gently over that web of skin between Danny’s thumb and pointer fingers in a pattern that Danny worked to match his breath to. Finally Danny figured he needed to brave opening his eyes.
He wasn’t in a hotel.
Or an apartment.
Or any sort of room.
No, he was in a cave. As suspiciously well furnished cave completely with a grouping of vigilantes watching him curiously.
“Well, at least it wasn’t an orgy,” Danny grumbled.
He heard someone trip further into the cave.
Human Reporter: Breaking news, gay alien robot continues to fumble a bad bitch.
*camera pans to the background scene*
Megatron: *on his knees* Please come back with me.
Optimus: Absolutely Not!
Megatron: My glorious metalic princess with a savior complex, PLEASE.
Optimus: For the 100th time I am NOT joining you on your murder crusade.
Megatron: PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ–
I like the way you think.
I am constantly fighting inner demons when deciding on how I want Danny to look in my au. It genuinely goes in a triangle in a triangle of Pretty Twink, Gangly Cryptid and Big Boy Danny. They're all forever locked in an eternal battle to see who will come out victorious and be written/typed onto the page.
the statements "clothes don't have gender" and "clothes can and do invoke gender dysphoria and euphoria for many people" can and should coexist.
I'm so glad my Lookism obsession came back, now I'll be even more motivated to write fanfics about my princesses (Daniel and Mary Kim), sluts (Jake Kim and DG), losers (Vin Jin and Johan) and the weird fucked up rats that need to be euthanized on the spot that everyone seems to be obsessed with (Gun and Goo).
Danny, in the midst of learning how to shapeshift in his ghost form, ran into an issue. He’s stuck he can’t change shape.
He’s stuck as a ghostly roadrunner in Central City. The home the Flash.
I don't know how to explain it but some characters just have insane bi-guy energy to the point where I can physcially see a pink, purple and blue aura outline them sometimes.
Bio Dad Danny!
Part 3 Everybody! And Happy new year!
When Danny got back from the summoning he immediately started shutting down anyway for cultists to get his summoning in this universe, and with that out of the way went back to how life was before the now known dub "summoning", he still had to take summonings from other universes but he always left Fright Night to babysit and surprising enough Conner wasn't Frightened by the Halloween Ghost, he hopes that the Justice League (he had to look up their name) would only use his personal summoning for emergencies (and always away from Conner).
Conner's first birthday was coming up and Danny already had Dani and Dan coming over for the day plus Dan said he was bringing Clockwork to introduce the baby to him. So Danny went out as usual with Conner to go get the Cake for the next day it was a little bakery only a 30 min walk from his place, it was good exercise if anything. But of course there had to be another subpar villain causing trouble seems to be one of Superman's if him being there was any consolation.
So Danny tried hurrying to the Bakery but before he could a green rock landed near them, Conner immediately started crying and squirming in his baby wrap, while Danny was strict with the soul crushing sadness and pain that came from the rock, he lands on his knees hunched over Conner he tried to back the tears in his eyes, his face rigid with focus that he had to get away from the thing causing them pain, then all of a sudden he was picked up and dropped off far away from the fight with a group of people by the Flash.
Glad to be away from the stone, Danny put his focus on calming down Conner by cooling his fingers and letting the baby bite on them, what Danny hadn't noticed was that the Flash saw how they reacted to the Kryptonite and the relief when they were away from it, but flash wasn't done helping People to safer zones so he continued till the Fight was over but by the time they were done and he went to go check with the black haired man with his child they were gone. Flash then had to question, was Superman the last Kryptonian?
Danny upon getting back to his apartment held his breath momentarily cuddling close with Conner trying to rid the last of the feeling of what he now realizes was the death of planet and it's civilization. "I guess we'll have to get you your birthday cake tomorrow, huh, bud?" Danny looked adoring at his child.
Part 1 , Part 2
@honeysuckletook @chrysanthemum9484
Question for naehinahara au. Who falls for who first (if romantic) and how would the interactions be when they figure out they like each other?
I'm thinking Makoto and Hajime already kind of have a preexisting rapport, having known each other longer and relied on each other in the past. They don't read their own interactions as flirty, but there are a lot of grim smiles exchanged over jokes that no one else understands, and since they're the only pair of people there who have a mutually-remembered deep connection, basically all the ingredients are in place for them to swiftly bypass every step between fond acquaintance and "I can't lose him." It's not even a situation where they really consciously notice the transition, besides maybe a thought like "I never imagined sleeping in Hajime's bed before, but this is nice."
They both feel protective toward Shuichi, since he's the most recent survivor, and he's initially looking to both of them as the two guys who are supposed to be able to handle this. Between the Ultimate Hope and the Ultimate Talent, if anyone can face this and pull everyone out alive, they can.
Shuichi's arc is realizing that Makoto and Hajime are both also guys with killing game trauma who shouldn't have to be dealing with this again. He sees Hajime cry, he sees Makoto shut down, and sometimes he's the one getting them out of bed. Seeing this side of them makes him realize how alike they are, and how they're some of the few people in the world who have been exactly where he was and understand completely. It's a very intimate feeling. Shuichi's feelings toward them turn into something like thirst (and I mean that non-suggestively, unless you want it to be suggestive, lol). He feels as though he's getting by on just this feeling of being so understood, and getting to understand them better makes him feel like there's something in this situation that he can grasp. Piece by piece, they become more human in his eyes, and more wonderful.
Makoto starts to feel attracted to Shuichi during their normal conversations and free time. It makes him feel a little more at peace when he's able to get a normal conversation out of Shuichi and see him smile. The situation is really stressful for the three of them especially, and anytime he can get Shuichi or Hajime to take a breath and not be in survival mode is a big relief. They get to know each other much like he got to know his friends in his first killing game. When talking to Shuichi and thinking about Shuichi makes him feel all warm inside, he does wonder why he feels that way, but he doesn't pursue the thought too much. It's just nice, that's all.
Hajime starts to feel attracted to Shuichi in moments where he is made to confront the fact that Shuichi isn't just another person to protect. When Shuichi comforts him, comforts Makoto, he sees someone who genuinely cares about them and isn't just relying on them to get him through a killing game, and that really means a lot to him, because he knows how tough it is to feel that kind of thing for anyone under these circumstances. The furthest he goes, as far as considering the nature of his feelings for Shuichi (or Makoto, for that matter) is deeply wishing they weren't in a killing game. By which I mean, when they are cuddling in bed together and he watches them fall asleep, he consciously thinks, I wish we weren't in a killing game. He thinks about sharing these moments with them in times of peace. He doesn't think about whether the feeling is platonic.
Shuichi's the one who probably very consciously notices that he feels romantically for both of them and they feel romantically for each other. He doesn't think they feel that way towards him, because he reads any affection they show him as a continuation of that initial protectiveness.
Bumblebee + him and his father….. i love them so much… im cryign….
also a sketch n closeup below
Me: Idgaf about Naruto, I'll never be interested in-
*that one Danny phantom x Naruto crossover fanfic*
Me: This is so good omg omg omg omg, I must know EVERTHING about these characters.
The joke was on me fr, I went into it for shits and giggles and came out giggling and shitting. I have a very vague understanding of what's going on in Naruto and that's because instead of watching it for myself I watch youtube explained videos, tiktoks and posts from different apps.
This is them btw: