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I love the idea of Danny being just Some Guy.

Like yes he’s Phantom, yes he has ghost powers, yes he’s the King of the Infinite Realms. But to the BatFam? That is just Some Guy. A random dude - if you will.

They are positively baffled by him. Like he’s completely normal as far as they (and the background check) can see. Yet, he. Is. EVERYWHERE. (Not actually but it sure feels like it.)

The kids have a running bingo card of where he’ll turn up. Outside a warehouse they’re raiding? Check. Stopped a mugging? He was the one being mugged. Tim’s favorite coffee shop? He was just hired as a barista.  Seriously it’s like everytime they turn around he’s there.

Which wouldn’t be such a problem if he REACTED NORMALLY. But no. He doesn’t flee in fear, stare in awe, he doesn’t even try to say thank you. This man looked Batman in the eye and called him the furry vigilante - TO HIS FACE! He casually referred to Dick as “the flying monkey one” to Red Robin while also calling Tim a literal walking Red Flag. When he crosses paths with Duke he doesn’t always speak but he does always give him a snack. (Sometimes it’s candy, sometimes it’s fruit but it’s always food. And he only gives them to Duke.)

He once told Jason that he didn’t care that he was a crime lord and built like a brick house, Danny would kick his ass and drag his “rotted milk soul” too hell if the gun fights kept going on past midnight. (He had exams in the morning damnit.)

He will only call Damian “baby ninja” no matter how many times the kid insists that his name is Robin.

Spoiler and Orphan? The only ones he’s respectful to but even they get the occasional random comment. (“It may be a Tuesday, but if the universe is gonna make me the human equivalent of a pin cushion then I have the right to keep the knife.”) (It was actually a Friday but who were they to argue with a man bleeding out in an alley.)

Eventually the Batkids start keeping score of who has had the most out of pocket thing said to them by this random white boy.

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In the Danny is Damian’s brother trope what if instead of Damian not telling the family about Danny wasn’t because of grief or shame or any of the more commonly used reasons for his silence. What if it was because he heard about how his father talked about Jason after his death, focusing and exaggerating the negative. That he was violent, angry, never listened to orders but in some iterations and popular fanon is that Jason was a cheerful and studious Robin.

What if while compiling info and researching the former robins during his tumultuous introduction he saw what kind of robin Jason was, good with kids and victims. Talking about his favorite books while on patrol and similar. Reminding Damian of his most Beloved brother.

Then he finds out about how Bruce talked about Jason after he died. Using him as an example as what not to do, erasing his good traits and just using him as a cautionary tale of what happens when you don’t follow orders. Just like what Ra’s said about Danny.

So he didn’t tell the family, not out of guilt or grief. But because his father stripped away Jason’s positive traits after death, the son he chose, adopted and loved. Who when he failed because he was a child led astray by his mother. What would he do to his brother, who loved the stars and excelled in stealth, who was quite in his kills but had no lust for killing.

Whether or not Bruce would do this to Danny’s memory doesn’t matter. B’s actions are gonna affect how Damian views his father even years after the initial actions. Because Damian will protect his brothers memory from being twisted even by their father.

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Bruce getting asked who his favorite child is and panicking™

Bruce: .... Danny

Most of the Batfam: who?

Dick: oh yeah fair

Damian: who's.... Danny

Dick: my childhood friend, Bruce tried to adopt him but got bodied by Danny's parents and sister, he's still not over it

Bruce: I am over it-

Dick: then throw away the adoption papers with his name on it-

Bruce, gasping: no

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Bruce getting asked who his favorite child is and panicking™

Bruce: .... Danny

Most of the Batfam: who?

Dick: oh yeah fair

Damian: who's.... Danny

Dick: my childhood friend, Bruce tried to adopt him but got bodied by Danny's parents and sister, he's still not over it

Bruce: I am over it-

Dick: then throw away the adoption papers with his name on it-

Bruce, gasping: no

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The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

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Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

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Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

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Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

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Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

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Just an Idea

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The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

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Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

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Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

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Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

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Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

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Just an Idea

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The Justice League finds out about the Anti-Ecto Acts because of the Waffle House.

Waffle House already had a hurricane index, but the introduction of a non-ironic ghost index raised some questions.

Waffle House also patented the "Ghost and Liminal Friendly Space! We Didn't See Shit!" stickers, which overnight were put up on their doors.

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Tim Drake, trying to get a good grade on his essay about a modern day example of Romeo and Juliet, figuring that hooking up the local ghost hero and ghost hunters kid while he’s on vacation in Illinois would count: So, that Fenton kid huh? He’s kinda cute.

Danny Phantom, who keeps getting approached by Red Robin and he keeps talking about Fenton so Danny is pretty sure he’s been made, but RR keeps saying weirdly flirty things, so maybe this is his weird vigilante way of flirting: I mean I guess, but you’re cuter.

Tim: … pardon?

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He broke through to the surface, taking large desperate gasps of air before getting sucked back beneath by the current. Danny fought against the water as hard as his little paws would allow.

Just when he felt all hope was lost and he was sinking, a large hand enveloped his entire body and hefted him back into the open air. Shivering and coughing out water he didn't catch whatever the man had said. He continued shivering violently as the guy wrung out Dannys fur.

The mans hands were warm despite the brown leather gloves covering them. They made Danny feel comforted and energized almost as if the man had...oh gods! He did! The man had ecto inside of him! Thank the ancients! Now he just had to stick with glove guy and he could recharge! It would be slow but still!

"Here we are little guy." The man said and Danny noticed all at once that the man had been walking the whole time Danny had been stuck in his head. He looked around and noticed the Animal Shelter sign in front of them.

No. No! Danny needed to stick to this guy if he ever hoped to become a human again. But despite how he dug his claws into the flesh of the mans exposed arm and yowled the man in the red mask managed to get him lose and left him in the care of an animal social worker.

Danny was checked out and placed in the tiny jail cell alongside other kittens and cats, many who were scared, miserable or just desperate for love and attention. This of course meant he needed to plot a jail break. Fortunately, he could still used most of his powers but without any ecto around he would have no way to recharge them outside of food or indulging in his obsession.

Needless to say Jason was a little startled when he woke up the next day to not one, but five little kittens meowing at him for food. He swears the one sitting smugly on his chest is the same one he dropped off at the animal shelter yesterday, but that couldn't be right...

One call confirmed it. All of thier animals had escaped last night and there was a suspiciously animal sized arch taken out of the wall with an unknown tool. Demon brat would be delighted at the news.

Unfortunately for Hood the smug little black cat he rescued yesterday had decided that his shoulder was the perfect perch and stayed there more often than not. Little guy got into food often but refused to eat kibble and any attempt to get the kitten away from the mashed potatoes resulted in violence or density shifting to get back to the food.

At this point danny almost didn't care if he returned to being human so long as he got to eat more of his humans cooking. He swears Jason is magical because everything he makes tastes amazing

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Did Danny abuse the fact the GIW needed his parents tech. Yes of course. Danny not phantom seemed to be the trouble maker as of late. His parent threatened to withhold tech and blue prints from them if the GIW touched their kids.

Did he get caught breaking ember and boxy out of a government facility? yes. He expected the lecture he got.

The next jail break. It was not him. It was sam, Then the third. Also not him. That was Val… then it was Tucker. But not him.

The blame fell on him.

He did not expect to be shipped out of state. The GIW were happy to cover all costs. Even got him into a decent highschool. And had an apartment all arranged.

Gotham?

Not where he was expecting.

The assassination attempts. Also surprising.

Not so surprising. Tucker found out the GIW wanted to “silence” him. Offering a lot of money.

Of course his parents don’t listen. He is 15 perfectly fine to be all alone. Even if he is near some place with the nickname crime alley. Nope. He is just being dramatic. They tell him no one wants him dead.

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G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉

It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.

"Kin-slayer."

Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.

Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."

Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."

Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"

"Get in the water."

Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-

Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.

"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-

"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?

"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.

Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."

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✶⇉ SLEEP NOW MY LOVE (anakin skywalker x gn!reader)

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON WATTPAD

⋆ anakin can’t sleep so the reader gives him cuddles & affirmation. ani likes hugs pls he’s painfully touch-starved!! basically just fluff.

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THOUGHTS RICOCHETED THROUGH Anakin’s head like warfare. Fragmented conversation, shattered diatribes, edicts and bulletins and half-formed sermons, rattling, roaring, bouncing off his skull until he was deafened. Dark foggy words buzzed in his ears until his head pulsed, a cold stale ache bleeding across his brow. The dawn would bring a press conference for his recent victory on Malastare, a whole morning wasted before the white-hot flashes of cameras, of a whole galaxy watching his every move. Like he was some sort of HoloNet idol, a dazzling hero, and not just a soldier-boy, a war-burned Jedi Knight. Palpatine had insisted, and Anakin did love the glory, he would never deny it. But sometimes doubts slithered in, freezing rot-stinking, hissing with dread and he was so afraid of humiliation. So afraid of letting himself down. Because he was so used to self-sabotage. And now Anakin could not sleep. Nerves churned inside his belly, a heaving blue ocean of butterflies.

He had drifted off agonising slowly, horizontal, eyes wide open, unblinking, for hours after switching off the lamps, but now, after what seemed like seconds of rest, he had awoken to suffocating shadows once again. Your bedroom clogged with hot sticky darkness, furniture erased to hard indiscernible outlines, unidentifiable black in the gloom. Moonlight leaked through the semi-drawn blinds, ribbons of bright silver, feathers of ice, but it was not enough to light the chamber. Anakin felt like he was drowning. He sat up in the bed, raking his fingers through his messy bronze hair anxiously, anything to distract himself from his catastrophic thoughts. Shivering with fright.

It’s going to be a disaster. You’re going to make a fool of yourself, of your friends, of the commission. You’re going to ruin everything.

Frantic breaths rasped through his nose. He buried his face in his hands, cybernetic fingers whirring like an omen.

“Anakin?” Y/N’s voice shuddered out through the stifling darkness. Fragile with worry, slightly rough-edged like you had slept for a thousand years. One heartbeat later, Anakin felt your fingers comb across his bare shoulder. He softened at your touch. “Are you okay?”

A long harsh breath twisted through his teeth as Anakin peeled his hands from his hot cheeks. When they fell, you caught his freezing silver fingers immediately. His chin dropped, grazed against his golden chest. “No.”

“Do you want to … talk about it?”

In the shadows, his eyes found your glistening eyes. You were staring up at him, features creased with anxiousness. Anakin softened, lips curling instinctively at your fright. Like you shared a heart. 

“No, I’m alright. Go back to sleep, my love.”

Like you shared a soul. Your grip on him slackened; he thought he saw you roll your eyes.

“Come here.”

Anakin slanted you a bewildered look then saw you, really saw you, your arms outstretched, reaching for him, calling, and he surrendered immediately. He turned to face you, and let you grab his left arm, tugging down until he had unfolded out on top of you, settling against you, head resting upon your soft grey-clothed chest. 

Immediately your arms wrapped around him, crossing over, one hand raking lightly across his naked back, the other along his shoulder. You pressed long, loving kisses to his wild sienna curls, nuzzling into him, holding him tight. Instinctively, Anakin’s eyes rolled shut. Just lying there, cheek presses against his love, feeling your chest inflate, rise, fall, your heart pulse steadily, rhythmically beneath your slate-silver nightclothes. And in your arms, he felt safe. Shielded. Just listening to your quiet, unhurried breaths, feeling your fingernails comb across his honey-coloured skin, just existing. Together. The war didn’t seem some loud. His thoughts not so disastrous. The press conference nothing but dead fizzling atoms. Everything was silent. 

Sometimes Anakin just needed you to hold him, cradle him, protect him from the universe. Clutch him so tightly he didn’t have to breathe anymore. You were his cure. Always his cure.

Warm kisses scattered along the crown of his head. “Better?”

Anakin smiled against your skin. “You know me too well.”

“Too well, Skywalker.” You paused. “This is about your press conference, isn’t it?”

He did not bother to deny it. A grimace crawled across his face. “Is it obvious?”

Affectionate laughter rumbled inside your chest, delicate, hushed. And then you began to scrap your fingers through his curls. Anakin sighed with bliss, shivering ever so slightly. He stirred upon you.

“Just a little.” Your nails scratched against his scalp, tugging through his thick, satiny hair. “But it’s all right. You’ll be all right. I know how daunting it is. Even if you are the Republic’s golden boy.”

Anakin scoffed and you laughed again. “I’m only teasing, my love.” You kissed him again. “But it’ll be okay. I promise. You’re wonderful, absolutely, stupidly wonderful, and everyone knows it. You could get up there and talk about the compounds of transparisteel and everyone would still be falling over each other. I don’t think you realise how effortlessly beautiful you are.”

There was a sleepy hope in his voice, like he could not quite believe it. “Really?”

You pressed your cheek to his silky copper curls with a smile. “Really, Anakin.”

Bright ruby heat bloomed inside the boy, shuddering to every cold dark corner of his body. His mind. He wasn’t sure what to tell you, how to pose his gratitude, because he loved you and that was all that he knew, and that was all that he cared about in that moment. Because you made him feel alive, treasured again, like he mattered, and all the devotion in the universe could never amount to much Anakin adored you. How grateful he was. That you were his. That you loved him so unfathomably. That he could wake up at midnight, with a black-burned heart and dark cataclysmic thoughts, and there you would be. Waiting to hold him. Always waiting. For eternity.

And even if the galaxy mocked his name, he had you, his lover, his stars, and that was all that matters. Just your love.

Your heartbeat was his metronome, rhythmic resonating pulse, chaos’ remedy, a churning, heaving sapphire ocean, always at ease. And Anakin would love you forever.

So he told you. “I love you. So much.”

“I know you do.” There was a gentle smile in your voice. “And I also know you’re too shy to ask for assurance. But that’s why I’m here. I know what it’s like to doubt yourself, but listen, you’re wonderful. In every way. And if you ever need to hear that, just tell me, and I’ll say it a hundred times. You’re incredible, and I love you endlessly.

“And,” you added before Anakin could speak. As if he could. Emotion was clogging his throat. You fingers coiled in his hair, tugged it ever so gingerly. A smirk edged into your tone. “If you’re still not feeling better after all that, there are other things I can do to help too. To really take your mind off it all.”

Finally Anakin lifted his head. Your smile glistened in the starlight and he leaned down and kissed it off your face, hands curling around your cheeks so that you were engulfed in him. Hot sweet breath on your lips, your fingers combing through his tousled curls. Kissing you like the stars would steal you away. And when he could hardly breathe, he prised himself away and just gazed at you. Like you were the sun and he wanted to bathe in your golden glory for infinity.

“You could,” he sighed, brushing his thumbs across your cheekbones. “But … I’d rather you just hold me again.”

You kissed his nose. “Whatever you want, my love.”

And so he settled back down, and you folded her arms around his back, twisting, twining, fingers burying in his curls again until passion-warm sleep was climbing up through his body, up and up, until it claimed him and he was drifting away. Back into unconsciousness. With your heartbeat against his ear like a homecoming lullaby.

That was all he needed.

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goodnight kisses

pairing: anakin skywalker x jedi!reader

word count: 824

warnings: mentions of battle, mentions of violence, flirting, tooth-rotting fluff, anakin being a cheeky little shit like always (but we love him for that)

a/n: i don’t really have much to say about this other than this was a spontaneous piece for my girl @anakinswhore ! congrats on 2k babes, ily <3

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Napping/Sleeping With Anakin Skywalker Would Include…

Warnings: Other than language, none. I literally just- yeah

Words: 2.1k words!! This is 2.1k words about cuddling and napping with and sleeping with and overall being tired around Anakin please be proud of me. I’m proud of me. 

A/N: Thank you to @starwars-whore and @dexthtoyounglings for enabling me. Also thanks to @chokemeanakin because our conversation the other day got my brain going with this one. This morning I woke up holding a pillow, not Anakin Skywalker and that was a let-down. Tomorrow I better wake up with comfy Jedi boyfriend or I’m gonna scream. Okay! Sorry this is the most rambling A/N I’ve ever written. Onto the writing…

gif credit: anakin-skywalker

First off, you and Anakin take naps together all the time. Y’all are busy and your bed is comfy and he is comfy so a lot of time “let me lie down for 5 minutes” turns into the two of you snuggled up, fast asleep. 

It’s also a way that the two of you show intimacy. Anakin loves it that you feel comfortable and safe enough to be in your most vulnerable state in front of him. He feels his heart swell up every time he looks up from his work and sees you passed out or hears little snores coming from your mouth. 

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“He’s a villain! You only like him because he’s hot.”

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