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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Masterpost

Danny Punches a Clown: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 AO3

Summoning Game Show: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 AO3

Summoning 2- Crimes and Punishments: Part 1 Part 2 AO3

Dead on Main AU: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 AO3

Jegulus AU: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

BNHA Snippets: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Sacred Moments: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

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muffinlance · 10 months

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EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: ACTIVATED

Hey while AO3 is down

Here is a GDrive link to all my downloaded fics (it's OVER 9,000 2,000)

Mostly Avatar, also The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Teen Wolf, and a few others

Mostly unsorted, some not even intentionally downloaded because the auto-downloader I use is Like That, so consider this a glorified "give me a random fic" button

MAKE SURE TO KUDOS THE AUTHORS WHEN AO3 IS BACK UP

>>> Linkie link <<<

Edit: Note that when AO3 comes back up that link will go dead again... until it's needed, once more

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: DEACTIVATED

...Until next they are needed

If you were going through these for fic recs, check out my AO3 Bookmarks for the more curated list.

To make your own fanfic backups, I recommend AO3 Downloader or FanFicFare. (I'm not tech support for either; please don't message me for help.)

Happy reading!

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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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Headmaster Dumbledore is sure that the ghosts of Hogwarts were hiding something. He’d be the first to admit that he’s nosy when it came to things like these, but he simply doesn’t have the time. Whatever that lingered these halls, he’s sure does not mean Hogwarts any harm. The ghosts would not protect it if it did.

Albus Dumbledore Hummer around a lemon drop as his quill scratched over endless parchment paper.

His wand glowed green for a brief second, an acknowledgement, and settled down into its current owner’s hold.

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Danny Phantom hadn’t thought the castle he found during the summer months in this universe would be… so full of life. Not when there were ghosts, floating around like the castle were their own home.

Magic.

They were ghosts made of magic.

His core struggled, at first, to survive. Then, it took the magic and thrived.

He floated, invisible amongst the glittering candles beneath the imitated night sky, and watched students file in.

Quite different, from his own entrance.

He had floated into the tower, having felt a hint of resistance that he knew now were the castle wards. The ghosts, what he thought were ghosts before he realized ectoplasmic ghosts existed, stopped dead. Hah.

The shades dancing and whirling and conversing froze as he entered the tower. Life and death, and the beings that walked the line, stopped at the arrival of the One Who is the Line. The boy king wreathed in black and green glanced around.

“Hello. I’m Phantom.”

“The High King,” a ghost whispered. “Our king.”

“He’s an American?” Another one asked, scandalized. Danny, surrounded by those who he recognized as his, cracked the first smile he’s had in a while.

“Who cares? He’s…” The knight sunk to his knees, bowing with his ghostly sword in front of him.

The ghosts bowed. Danny floated in further. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“Of course.”

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Now… he’s watching the children get Sorted. Weird, for a hat to decide your classmates, but whatever.

Harry Potter’s name is called, and the whispers broke out. He doesn’t know why, but Danny couldn’t ask the ghosts. They barely know the current headmaster, as the dead generally care only for their own times.

Danny decides to visit the lake octopus. Lake squid? Something like that. The mer people beneath the waters liked him, the last time he went. The Sorting is put out of Danny’s mind. He’s dead now, too. The only thing he cares about now is to explore the vast halls of Hogwarts and the occasional visit to the kitchen to steal some food for his living body.

(Thank the Ancients he found a house elf who knew what seasoning was.)

(Sometimes, Danny flew to where his home would have been and gets comfort food at the nearest town. He missed it, but he can’t go back.)

The ghosts know by now to call for Phantom should they need something (“I’m American,” he joked at the ghost. “We’re not big on kings. You can just call me Phantom.”)

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The third year he’s there, Danny feels the effects of Clockwork’s power. When he investigates, it’s the red headed girl he once saw leaving the library, paper clutched in her hand.

She helped save one of his subjects, so he owes her. Plus, if she’s using Clockwork’s powers, this Hermione has potential.

And… she’s using it to study.

She reminds him of Jazz.

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A wave of ice crackled and froze the fleeing rat and the feral wolf man.

“What?!” Harry screeched to a stop, eyes wide at the ghost child in front of him.

Danny turned, and landed gently on the ground. Snape snarled at him in suspicion. Danny allowed himself to become living again, black hair and blue eyes and tan skin replacing the white, green, black thing his dead form had.

“Who’re you?” The red-headed boy, Ron?, asked him through gritted teeth.

Danny smiled at them, dimples appearing. “A friend.”

Before the trio and co. could say anything, Danny whips his head around, palm coming up.

“Stop.” He orders. The creeping sense of cold and dread shuttered to a stop. “Go over there,” he said, and the dementors, hovering at the edge of his periphery obeyed. Danny turned back to the mildly terrified and flummoxed group.

“Let’s go. You’re all going to catch a cold, if you don’t move it. Especially you, scrawny and greasy.” He pointed at the godfather and Snape.

——

“Hey, Danny?”

“What, Harry?”

“Why’d you help us? I mean, you said you didn’t want to involve yourself in stuff like that.”

Danny hummed, wisped tail curling up against him as he soaked in the sun’s rays. “Because you reminded me of myself. And in the end, you died.”

“You literally brought me back,” Harry deadpanned, remembering the place between life and death, and how the angry Danny was when he stormed onto that train platform. The King had taken him by the scruff of his shirt collar like a particularly incensed mother cat, and dragged him off away from a puzzled Dumbledore.

“You were being stupid. You’re too young to die.”

“Like you?”

Danny snorted. “Nah. I didn’t have a choice.”

#danny phantom #harry potter #no I don’t like j.k. Rowling nor do I support her views #Danny is sad ghost boi in Hogwarts #he’s got a magical core now but through like adaptation and osmosis or some shit #magic simply doesn’t work on him bc he’s a ghost adjacent #Danny is the mom friend #you wouldn’t think so but he is #totally an enabler but also a mom #Hermione being Clockwork’s fav

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halfa-failure · 3 months

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Ok that’s it for the day (it’s 12:23 AM)

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the-sage-libriomancer · 5 months

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some stories are so tightly written that you don't need to expand upon anything because they've already plugged every hole. some stories are so loosely written that they're unable to hold anything substantial in place and are about as interesting to poke as a glob of jelly. and in that sweet spot between airtight and jellyboned, when stories have lots of interesting characters and ideas but don't utilize them to the fullest, when thoughts are half-finished and sometimes contradictory, when they try to fit all the cool ideas into a coherent story and end up leave messy plot threads and broken pieces with jagged edges strewn about the floor, when even the creators throw up their hands and say "hell if i know" to over half the questions asked - those are the sort of stories that spawn the most beautiful fandom ecosystems.

#off the top of my head this is about #danny phantom #harry potter #twilight #mission yozakura family #and others ofc #fandom hijinx #sage speaketh

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cjsmalley · 4 months

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Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

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pines-ghosts · 7 months

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Yes, a HP AU 🪄 haha

#hp au #timmy turner #nicktoons unite #my art #fop #jimmy neutron #fairly oddparents #jimmy timmy #cindy vortex #jimmy neutron boy genius #danny phantom #danny fenton #harry potter au

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phantomstatistician · 8 months

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Fandom: Spider-Man

Sample Size: 62,342 crossover stories (all fandoms); 2,583 crossover stories (excluding Marvel)

Source: AO3

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enlightenedrobot · 8 months

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On Harry Potter Syndrome

Whenever there's a milquetoast protagonist surrounded by infinitely more interesting side characters and is easily overshadowed by their actual sidekicks, I call that "Harry Potter Syndrome" and tbh I think it should catch on. Here's some examples.

Fandom(!) Danny is so much more interesting, and tbh, a kid growing up with ghost hunting parents shoulda turned out a lot weirder. Perfect example of Harry Potter Syndrome.

I love you Sora. I love you and your simple/ clean mind. I love how you tear through eldritch abominations with the power of both Love and also blunt force trauma. I also love how you objectively have the least amount of personal trauma and drama out of all of the playable characters in the games you started and I hope the lovecraftian terror of the circumstances surrounding your story never truly register as anything other than a fun adventure to your untainted, rarely used twink brain.

And yet everyone else in the series including the fucking mouse has enough backstory and angst to fill up an entire library with journals of badly written emo poetry or better yet thirteen games with the audacity of pretending to be a trilogy.

Yes, Kingdom Hearts suffers from Harry Potter syndrome, but it's also proof that that might not necessarily be a bad thing.

You guys, Madoka is so good. I swear it's a lot more than just an edgy Magical Girl show. It has amazing art that makes use of mixed media in a really creative way. It's also dark and surreal and surprisingly reminiscent of movies like Donnie Darko and Carrie. It's also incredibly gay.

And Madoka is likable enough, I guess. But also... if I had to nitpick anything about the show, it's that she's also kinda sorta boring? I mean, it is kinda funny seeing an adorable pink haired teenager earnestly talk about desiring "more power". But still.

A New Hope is probably the movie that inspired thousands of other cases of Harry Potter Syndrome, including Harry Potter himself, though I feel the need to point out how deliberate it is with it.

Luke is the Protagonist of the movie, unambiguosly. That's him front and center of the poster, and he's the guy who follows the hero's journey and ultimately comes out looking like the hero in all of this. But he's also not the sole viewpoint character of the film, and I think it's pretty telling that the first third of the movie takes place from the POV of a pair of gay married robots.

Depending on the scene, we take on the POV of either Luke, R2-D2, C3PO, Han Solo, Tarkin, or Princess Leia. Of these characters Luke undeniably fills in the role of milquetoast hero, but George Lucas understood the power of a good ensemble cast from the movie's inception.

And finally

Let's face it, this movie suffers so hard from Harry Potter syndrome, the marketing guys just said "fuck it" and put Johnny Depp on the poster instead.

#Harry Potter syndrome #harry potter #film critcism #film theory #language #Danny Phantom #Kingdom Hearts #puella magi madoka magica #Madoka #Star Wars #Alice in Wonderland #George Lucas #JK Rowling #Tim Burton #Johnny Depp #Editorial

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moneypriestess · 4 months

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I don't really read or write this crossover, but just a thought.

For some reason or another, danny gets summoned to hogwarts. Maybe they summon him to help with voldie, or maybe a student finds an old book in the restricted section about summoning, and they dare their friend to try it.

Whatever way danny gets summoned, he's just a chilled teenager with dorito fingers. So he chills with whoever summoned him, and then they ask if he wants a tour of hogwarts, so they head to the great hall. Opening the great doors, danny is met with his worst nightmare.

Green and red lights hung everywhere, mistletoe was protruding from every crack in the stone, and standing at least 10 feet tall was a giant decorated tree with a shiny star on top that twinkled with magic.

The summoner heard an unfamiliar sound and slowly turned to see danny fucking GROWLING and eyes ZEROED in on the tree, slitted like an animals. Drool was falling from his fangs, and his posture is one of a threatened cat with his back slightly arched and hackles raised.

The summoner had successfully talked danny into not attacking when they heard a new person enter the hall, and as soon as summoner saw who walked in, they knew that they couldn't stop danny.

Dumbledore had just walked in dressed as santa.

#dp #danny phantom prompt #danny pantom #ghost king danny #danny fenton #danny phantom #harry potter #albus dumbledore #danny hates christmas #crossover #i dont like dumbledore #i hope danny rips him apart

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 3 months

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What are some underrated fandoms that you’re in? I know most of your page is Hazbin hotel content, since it seems to be your longest Masterlist, and I wanna send in requests for other fandoms for you if you don’t mind!

I feel like I’m in a lot of fandoms, like I feel like sometimes I have the most bizarre interests, but I do wish some of the fandoms I liked were more well known, just because sometimes I get asks and I get so excited when people actually know what I’m talking about and like what I like you know? I wanna clean up my master lists a bit, just because I feel like some of them are messy, like the Hazbin Hotel Masterlist. I update it so much because I’m constantly writing for the fandom, which I love don’t get me wrong, but I update the Masterlist so much I just feel like its pointless to clean it up when I know the format is gonna fall apart again.

But anywho, here are a list of fandoms I’m in that I would love to write for! These are also on my pinned post!

Attack on Titan

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Black Butler

Bungou Stray Dogs

Danny Phantom

Encanto

Genshin Impact

Harry Potter

Homesick (Webtoon)

Inside Job

Meet the Robinsons

Miraculous Ladybug

Monster High

Mortal Kombat

My Hero Academia

Nevermore (Webtoon)

School Bus Graveyard (Webtoon)

Seduce Me: The Otome

Stranger Things

The Owl House

The Promised Neverland

Total Drama

Your Boyfriend Peter

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deadsetobsessions · 1 month

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Prompt: DPxHarry Potter

Imagine this: London, 1935. Moderate, humid, and crowded.

Danny Fenton has no fucking idea why he’s in London, 1935. You know, considering he’s American… and the fact that he was born in 1989 in not London.

“What the fuck.”

“My word!” A scandalized woman covered her son’s ears. Danny ignored her, blue eyes skipping around the cobbled stone road and the fog hanging in the air. It’s a good thing he’s got an ice core or else he’d actually be freezing. Danny began to walk, having enough of the strange looks he’s was getting. The half slid into an uncooked and discreet area to turn invisible and intangible. He flew in the streets, taking money from those who would clearly not miss a few notes here and there. First, blend in with the locals and figure out the money situation. Clothes? Second, figure out why he’s here. Third…?

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When he was properly clothed, Danny followed that tugging in his core- Fate at it again, no doubt- to the door steps of an orphanage.

“What the hell am I supposed to be doing…?” Danny muttered, circling the property, invisible and intangible.

Then, he saw a boy, hissing to a snake. Ah, Danny thought. There’s destiny.

Except Destiny doesn’t give a shit about the paperwork load that goes into adopting someone. It was a Danny problem, and Danny…

“I don’t have an identity in this world!” He groaned. With one last look at the orphanage and of the boy who looked so much like him, Danny flew off to handle to details of his existence in this universe.

#danny phantom #tom riddle #Danny adopts a future dark lord #but he has no idea #Danny: well I guess I got a kid brother who can speak to snakes #cool #Danny is oddly chill about it #harry potter #Harry Potter Crossover #dcxharry potter

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apocolypsekittyyy · 18 days

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hmmm

im bored

*violently smashes two of my favorite pieces of media together*

perfect.

#more fuel for my delusions <3 #tagging all the fandoms this applies to #uhh #danny phantom #dpxdc #miraculous ladybug #harry potter #super mario #marvel #stardew valley #hazbin hotel #heluva boss

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phoenixcatch7 · 2 years

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The sheer amount of 'no beta we die like [protagonist]' is immensely funny to me.

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bronzs-art · 11 months

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I got into a new fandom (but did I really?)

#the boy who lived and the boy who died #not necessarily crossover but #hp #dp #harry potter #danny phantom

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cjsmalley · 7 months

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Wished Away 7:

Happy Thanksgiving (Early, I Know, Shut up):

“Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker wish to invite you to our Thanksgiving meal,” Damian said.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked, “we’re a lot.”

Even without Damian, Bruce had many children and cooking for all of them was sometimes a tall order.

Damian smiled, “We are aware. You are not the only family we are inviting. Every child Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker has taken in we have invited along with their remaining family if they have any. Even the non-Americans have been invited.”

“We’d be delighted to come,” Alfred said for his family, “should we bring anything?”

“You may,” Damian agreed, “however, the chefs and cooks of the Palace will be preparing the main meal. It will be mostly meatless. Seitan mostly, in observance with mine and Mother’s dietary needs and our beliefs. It will also be made in-line with kosher regulations.”

“Cookies,” Jason said, looking at Alfred, “we can make vegan cookies.”

“Very well, Master Jason,” Alfred nodded, already planning for such a large batch, or several batches.

Damian grinned.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and the portal opened.

They filed through and were greeted by Sam, the younger Sam on her hip, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Sammy just waved shyly, gaining fond chuckles.

They all echoed the sentiment and were led through the palace to one of the ballrooms, “Not even the large dining room is big enough to hold our horde,” she said with humor.

“Oh?”

“Everyone invited came,” Sam explained before visibly remembering, “Oh, and any red wine you see? Not red wine; we have a vampire in attendance. He eats human food but not really.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded; only Dick was of age to drink, of his children, but neither one really drank. Still, it was good to know.

“’m assuming the vamp’s friendly?” Jason voiced.

“Friendly as in doesn’t eat humans anymore, yeah,” Sam nodded, “but, well, Spike’s Spike. You’ll understand once you meet him. Don’t go after his humans and he’s nice enough.”

“Fair enough,” Stephanie nodded.

“Also in attendance are a Vampire Slayer, several witches and wizards, two magic superheroes…basically everyone you met at Damian’s birthday party’s here. I know Spike wasn’t there; he had to babysit the Hellmouth that day, so he’s really the only new face. Him and his daughter, Hope.”

“Vampires can have—”

“She’s adopted, from a separate dimension. Danny brought her to the Hellmouth group to hide her. She’s being raised by Buffy and Spike.”

“Oh.”

They finally made it to the ballroom; the doors were wide open; servants rushed forward to relieve the Waynes of the platters of cookies they carried before they entered the room.

Most of the room was divided down the middle by a cartoonishly long dining table, bench seating on either side of it. Settings were already in place.

In one corner was a padded and gated off area where Anakin and the baby that could only be Hope played. Well, played as only young babies could, which wasn’t much.

Dotted around the room were small clusters of regular chairs and beanbag chairs, some of which were already occupied, surrounding small tables with pitchers of water and juices and, yes, blood.

Spike the vampire was easy to pick out from the masses because he had a glass of what looked like red wine in hand. Nobody else did.

The Waynes spread out, first finding Damian to say hello, then mingling and visiting with the friends made at the birthday party.

Bruce made his way towards the vampire.

“’Lo,” Spike greeted lowly over his drink, Buffy at his side.

“Hello, Buffy,” Bruce said before smiling with a closed mouth, “and you must be Spike. Bruce Wayne.”

“Not an ape, mate,” Spike snorted, “won’t attack if you smile at me. Sit down, take a load off. Hear you’re Batman. The real deal one.”

“I am,” Bruce took a seat, reaching to fill a cup with orange juice, “where did you hear it from?”

“Dawn was excited; her little brother’s bio-dad is Batman,” Buffy explained, rolling her eyes fondly, “one of my friends, Xander, is a big comic book nerd.”

“Ah. I assume there won’t be any problems?”

“Not from us,” Spike agreed, nudging Buffy with a smirk, “my girl here’s a superhero too. Won’t be any trouble from our lot. Right, Slayer?”

“Yep. No problems from us. If Danny and Sam are good with you being…you know, you then we’re good,” Buffy nodded, “just as long as you don’t put Dawnie or Hope in a suit.”

“I don’t want them out there,” Bruce grumbled, “but if I didn’t help them, they’d all be dead by now.”

“We get it, honestly,” Buffy assured, “Dawn’s given us enough gray hair,” she grinned mischievously at Spike, “she’s even given Billy Idol here some.”

“Slayer, you know that pissant stole—”

Bruce laughed.

Everyone mingled and chatted for a few hours before the meal began; servant after servant carried food and drinks to the main table as everyone found seats on the benches.

Spike and Danny placed the babies into highchairs.

By the time everything and everyone was ready, the table was fairly groaning with the meal.

Danny gained everyone’s attention, standing and grinning, “Welcome to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Palace. Thank you all for coming, even our non-Americans for putting up with our silly traditions.”

The non-Americans laughed fondly, nodding; even Alfred cracked a smile.

“For those who’re probably wondering,” he continued, “our essential living staff celebrated at lunch and most will have the day off tomorrow. Everyone else had the day off today. Now, normally we’d go around and say what we’re thankful for but we’d be here forever if we did that tonight. So, while we eat let’s just think about what we’re thankful for and enjoy the food and the company. Oh, and just so you know, everything’s kosher and most of the ‘meat’ is actually Seitan. Real meat is on the green platters. But before we begin, let’s give a round of thanks to the kitchen staff for making the food!”

Everyone applauded.

“Now, tuck in!”

They all did so with gusto; the meal was magnificent and it was clear the Palace staff had put their all into it.

Most of the Seitan was shaped into meat product appearances, looking indistinguishable from the real turkeys and hams. And it tasted almost like the real things too.

The meal lasted well into the night and everyone went home stuffed and with leftovers.

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