What if Danny's ghost form is very small when he gets to Gotham- he's hurt and his core is healing so his ghost form wants to be as small as possible to save on ecto/energy. This is unusual but he went thought a lot and is a halfa so his form behaves differently than the average ghost or denizen of the realm. Gotham has ecto so it's the best place he could be right now, but its nothing like the levels in the zone or even Amity.
So he ends up being a little fearie sized cryptid creature who is a little glowy and a little too pointy in all the wrong ways but seems relatively harmless...i mean he's still got fangs and weird glowing eyes and a crown of fire and makes your hair stand on end a bit when you see him... but he's just a little guy....right?
But no it's High King Phantom so he's still got the power of a god, the guy is just 3 inches tall when he goes ghost (In my head this is for a few months, he slowly recovers in size as he heals and shrinking does end up being a power he takes on as a result of this whole mess).
This is extra hilarious to his fraid when they find out, since Danny definitely got his dad's genes and is a solid 6'3" in his human form. It does mean that Danny can hide in some interesting places for a while, and it gets him out of some sticky situations a few times. He also uses it to pull pranks and cause harmless chaos on occasion, as he should!
Of course he tries so hard to lay low and just heal up but it's gotham, and it's Danny's cursed Fenton luck (and maybe a little bit of Lady Gothams nudging) so it's just a matter of time until he crosses paths with the bats and the birds
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obsessed with the idea of like. Robby asking Dennis to touch himself. y'know give him a show. just for it to be Dennis showing Robby how he self-soothes because he's been so touchstarved for so many years that he had to learn to pet and cuddle himself. alone. and then it turns into body worship. anyways drabble under the cut.
âShow me how you touch yourself.â
Robby leans forward in his seat, eyes glimmering in the warm lighting, mouth parted as his gaze roves over his angelâs bare body, laid out in his sheets.
His angel takes a shaky breath.
Dennis starts by dragging his knuckles gently over his cheek, over his lips, sucking one into his mouth. He gives it a few, slow kisses, before splaying his hand out and sliding it to cradle his other cheek.
His fingertips glide down his face, and he tilts his chin back, letting them continue their journey over his throat, light and tracing.
He slides two fingers over one collarbone, rubbing along the length of it before rubbing back the other way, all along the opposite bone. He smoothes his hand flat again, down his chest, over his stomach.
He traces his ring finger along his v-line, slow and steady, ghosting over his groin, but not moving to touch there. Instead he cups his side, smoothing his hand back upwards, across his collarbones to his shoulder.
He turns his face as he cups his upper arm, kissing at his own bicep gently while his fingers glide down to his wrist. He laces his hands together for a moment, rubs his thumb back and forth.
He brings his hands to his mouth, one cupping the back of the other, his lips pressing into his palm. Slow, gentle kisses. He kisses each of his fingertips. He presses the hand heâs kissed to his cheek, nuzzling into it, curling up fetal.
Robby can hardly breathe. He feels unmoored, lost in devastation at the implications of Dennis's show. How long did he have to survive on his own touch? How many nights was it not enough?
He's crawling into bed and breathing sweet nothings, warm hands reaching to unfurl his angel.
Shh, oh, baby. I'm here now, I'm here now. You're so beautiful. So sweet. Prettiest angel, my pretty boy. So fucking soft. I love you. I love you.
His hands follow the path that Dennis had made, trailing over his body. He cradles Dennis's cheeks, slides his hand over his neck, collarbones, chest, stomach, hips, sides, arms. His kisses follow every copycat touch, lips pressing into the dip of his collarbone, the curve of his throat, underneath his jaw.
Robby doesn't stop touching, soft and soothing, caressing his angel's beautiful body. Murmuring those praises over and overâ sweet boy, good boy, precious boyâ against his skin, kissing and suckling down his sternumâ but not hard enough to leave marks. This isn't about ownership; this is about making his baby feel good and safe and loved.
"Robby," Dennis manages, after a while of silent crying, his breaths hiccuping out of him. His tears are sparkling on his flushed cheeks, eyes piercing and wet. Angelic. His angel, his angel, Robby's angel.
Dennis reaches to touch Robby's face, and his fingertips come away wet with tears. Robby hadn't even realized he'd started crying. The grief he feels for Dennis trickles out of him, dripping onto Dennis's skin. "Oh, Den.."
Then Robby is sitting up and tugging Dennis into his lap, clutching him close with a hand on the back of his head, keeping his face cradled in the crook of his neck. He rocks them gently, breaths staccato and aching as he just holds and holds his boy, tight and warm.
I'm okay now, Dennis whispers, his crocodile tears dripping onto Robby's neck, I have you now. I'm okay now, I have you now. I'm okay. I'm okay.
They were childhood friends but had a fallout in highschool, it was so bad that it took time for them to reconcile, they got back to being friends but never as close and with (supposedly) zero possibly to be something more.
Rumi has been dating jinu since high school, their relationship started a few months after the fallout, and is (Supposedly) over her crush on Mira.
Mira has been in love with Rumi since they were children and deeply regrets their fight and fallout. She tries to get over it but her omega is a little shit and physically makes her sick every time she tries anything with someone else.
Zoey trying to help her send her to a love guru 100% legit, the guru is Romance that just flirts with her and a pissed off Mira steals a collar. Back in her house she overworks and falls asleep with the collar on.
An alarm wakes her up, she is confused trying to remember how she got there but jumps out of the bed when she sees the clock. Entering the kitchen to grab some fruit to eat because she has no time for cooking, she sees Rumi and a child talking while having breakfast, Rumi smiles and goes to hug her before kissing her, Mira is frozen.
"Here is your lunch, jagiya, see you later"
Mira is still frozen trying to make sense of everything, Rumi's hair is shorter, a wolfcut in place of her braid, her arms are covered in tattoos and she is jacked as hell. The little girl at the table is a damn copy of Mira, down to her scowl and everything.
Mira keeps moving in automatically, she goes to her car (at least that hasn't changed) and quickly concludes she is dreaming and all that incense messed with her head. She decides not to wake up and let the dream follow course.
Her job stays almost the same, she notices the fear and disgust in her coworkers, she is treated professionally but also like a bomb ready to explode at any moment, and that actually is pissing her off more, her Day is over and she ignores the weird looks send to her in her way out.
Driving back home she receives a call apologizing for calling her but the primary contact is not answering, they tell her that her daughter got in fight, she ask for directions and in minutes she is at the principal where her daughter is sitting already sitting with the same scowl as her.
The teacher and principal tell her that her daughter,Hana, punch a boy for no reason, Hana says nothing in her defense but she frowns more.
Mira listens before kneeling so she is looking at daughter eyes, she lets her scent out, the girl eyes are wide surprised before scowling at her but the tension of her shoulders drop slightly ad her nose flares discretely.
"Hana, did that boy do something to you?"
Hana scowls more but shakes her head and mira hums.
"Mrs Ryu I already tol-
Mira raises a hand.
"Did he did something to a friend of yours?"
Hana nods.
"He called Minji a mutt and threw his books in the toilet"
"That's a lie! My son will nev-"
Mira glare is enough to stop the words of the boy's mother, she looks back to her daughter, eyes softening.
"How long has he been bullying Minji?"
"Since the start of the year"
"Did you tell your teacher?"
"Yes but she said it was boys being boys and did nothing"
The teacher triees to speak but her voice vanishes when Mira's anger fill the room, the scent of ashes and smoke dominating everything else before she destroy every single idiot.
"We understand mrs Ryu we make sure everything is resolved as you wish"
Mira nods before picking her daughter up in her arms, she smiles when the girl let out the same embarrassed squeak tha Rumi does.
In the car, the girl is quiet.
"The next weekend I'm going to teach how to throw a good punch"
The girls stares surprised, mira smiles and pet her hair head gently.
"Just don't tell Rumi"
Hana face is red but she cross her arms before glaring at mira who had to bite her lip to not coo at the adorable image.
"I'm not going to lie to Appa"
Mira laughs to drown the purr on her chest that tries to escalate when she hears the confirmation that Rumi is her daughter sire, of course her dream won't have anyone else.
"Fine but you are going to tell her"
Hana pales before nodding resigned.
Mira helps her with her homework before someone knocks on the door, is Miyeong who looks surprised before glaring at her.
Mira is stunned because Miyeong never has shown displeasure towards her.
Before she can speak Hana comes to the door with a backpack. Mira stops her by the shoulder and the girl looks back at her confused.
Mira kneels and gently rubs her wrist around her daughter's face before speaking softly.
"Be nice and obey your grandmothers, ok?"
She says before nuzzling the girl face and kissing her forehead.
The girl looks like she wants to cry but holds back her tears and for the first time smiles at her.
Alone in the house she finishes he work and prepares dinner.
She hears the door open and smiles when Rumi's scent gets to her.
"Mira? You.. made dinner?"
Mira smirks and walks towards the stunned alpha, before hugging her by he shoulders.
"Well you made breakfast, Tiger"
She enjoys seeing the woman swallow nervously, she lets her go before serving a plate of her favorites.
"Everything good with Hana? The school called me but my phone battery was dead and when I called back they just told me it was all resolved"
"Don't worry I take care of it, nobody messes with my pup"
Rumi is silent but nods.
They don't talk but the silence is so different to the last time Mira was with Rumi, there is still some tension but is different.
"Go, prepare yourself and will clean everything here"
Mira is a little confused by the comment and want to protest but she knows that stubborn look so she acquiesces.
Later she finishes drying her hair when Rumi enters the room in just her underwear.
Mira fumbles with her hairdrier before standing nervous and trying to not look at the bulge clearly showing on Rumi's boxers.
She fails.
Rumi frowns confused before sighing.
"If you are tired from work just tell me"
She picks Mira and gently deposits her in the corner of the bed.
"I don't mind preparing you for me"
Mira neurons are trying to connect but they fail when rumi takes out her underwear before diving in like a starved woman.
Mira doesn't want to wake up.
After railing her, Rumi pulls out and tries to leave the bed but Mira whines and holds her hand.
"Stay"
Rumi stares her confused but in her eyes there is the same yearning she had seen in the mirror every day.
Rumi lays back and Mira holds her arms around her, she bites her lip debating but this is her dream and she wants to indulge.
"...can you...put it ...back? please"
She asks timidly while playing with rumi fingers in her stomach.
She hears Rumi gulp before the Alpha comply with her request, she isn't soft anymore and Mira gasp.
"...one more time?" She ask shy.
Rumi groans and hides he face in her back before nodding.
A little longer Mira wants to dream a little longer.
_________________
Sooo.
Romance was a fraud but that collar was the real thing, that his Greatx5 mother let as treasure.
Mira exchanged places with another version of her.
Single Mira wanted to have a life with Rumi while the other wanted her freedom back.
Both got their wishes but soon will see the truth.
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In which a new store opens across the street from Pangiâs tattoo parlor.
ââPsychic detectiveâ,â Pangi reads, nose wrinkled slightly in confusion.
He watches as a police car pulls up in front of the storefront and a man in a long dark coat come out of it and storm inside. He pushes past a shorter man carrying enough boxes in his arms to cover his face, sending both the man and his boxes to the ground.
âOooh, thatâs fun!â says Bad.
Heâs actually working for once, finishing up some detail work on a draft design for Aimsey. They want a dragon all across their back, so thatâs what heâs drawing up for them: a dragon with its wings stretched out and fire racing down its spine from its mouth.
The store is otherwise empty, though. Pangi just got done doing a walk-in for a couple of college girls wanting matching butterflies on their wrists, and his actual appointments for the day arenât for another couple of hours.
The cop comes out of the store and hops back into his car, stepping on the poor dude on the groundâs hand and not looking back. Ouch.
Frowning, Pangi takes a swig out of his water bottle.
âDonât tell me you actually believe in psychics,â he scoffs.
The man on the ground gets up and shudders.
He looks across the street and waves as he sees Pangi watching from the parlorâs big front window.
Lazily, Pangi lifts a hand in response.
âSure I do!â Bad cheerfully replies.
He hums, âWhat do you think, is the smoke too much?â
He pushes his notepad across the counter, and Pangi ditches the stalking to take a look.
