5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: De-aging ft. Danny Phantom
Some fics with de-ageing involving least one Danny Phantom character.
Nothing But The Dead And Dying (back in my little town) (AO3) - "Dan has just been rescued and is feeling a bit shorter than usual. Jason Todd has just been petitioned like he's a feudal warlord, which has never happened before but he could maybe get used to. They can probably make this work so long as Batman doesn't stick his nose in. Yeah, like that'll happen."
Dad Shaped (AO3) - "After accidentally getting de-aged by the GIW, Danny and Dani find themselves in Gotham and latch onto the nearest undead person they can find to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Jason, said nearest undead person, makes the mistake of feeding them and now they won't go away."
Raising Phantom AU (AO3) - "Jasmine started working at Gotham's Public Library, while having to take care of her baby brother and going to college. Danny is frustrated at having to be in hiding as well as everything else poor in his life. Also there is something off about the man that comes in to check books out. His family included. Batfamily playing a game to figure out these two's life only for things to get serious quickly."
The Son of the Red Hood (AO3) - "Clockwork intervenes in Danny's life so that he can learn all he needs to be king of the Infinite Realms, and hopefully this time he can actually be loved and cared for the way he deserves."
Imprint (AO3) - "He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly."
Bonus: Visitant Lights (AO3) - "After a run in with Vlad that left the entire Fenton family turned into little children and a subsequential kidnapping by what they think are ninjas the Fenton family escape to Gotham to lay low and figure out how to reverse their ages as Sam and Tucker help where they can, growing sense of dread as months goes by and they are no closer to fixing this."
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Welcome to our first official Fic Friday. We did have a new story last Friday, but Fic Friday wasn't officially a thing just yet. So this is the first. This week, we're going to see Spencer Reid and his Reader in a Fluffcember 2025 prompt.
I didn't get the chance to finish these prompts back in December. Life and an injury has kept me from getting back to them until now (really had hoped to finish them by end of March), and being a completionist, I'm going to do what I can to wrap them up sooner than later.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Word Count: 935
Summary: You and Spencer spend a morning together watching the snow melt on one of your large apartment windows.
Warnings: none
A/N: This man deserves as much softness as we can give him, and I hope I've managed to do just that with this one.
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Cool sheets greeted him when Spencer rolled over, searching for your warmth and comfort.
Blinking his eyes open, he noted the early sunshine peeking between the covered windows of your shared bedroom. A glimpse over his shoulder found the en-suite doorway darkened. Wherever you were, it wasn't the bedroom you two shared.
His bones and joints ached, but a few stretches loosened them as he made his way to the living room.
"I didn't mean to wake you," you said softly from the seat you'd taken up near one of the large windows. The drapes had been pulled back and the blinds lifted so you could stare out the sparkling glass. Little snowflakes from the previous night's soft snowfall had begun to melt against the pane, but that seemed to be what you wanted as your head swiveled back with a soft smile. "The snow's already melting. They said this would be our last snowfall for the year."
That got the corners of his mouth quirking upward.
Of course, you'd be up that early to watch the snow melt on the windows. It was something you'd done since the first weeks he'd known you. A hobby of your that he'd catalogued with everything else he'd come to know about you and fall that much harder, it seemed.
"Spring's coming, then," he murmured, shuffling toward where you sank back in your chair. He gently tugged and tucked the corner of the oversized blanket you preferred around your shirt-clad shoulder.
Your head tilted back to look up at him, your sweet smile gracing your lips. "I made coffee, but I kinda forgot about it. The pot should still be warm if you're interested."
Unable to help himself, he leaned down and pecked a quick kiss to your lips.
He doesn't get far though.
You pull him back down and give him a real proper kiss. Your lips had cooled considerably in the colder air of the living room, but they were soft, something he always associated with you.
"Morning," you murmured against his lips before finally letting him go.
A low chuckle left him. "Morning to you, too."
"Wanna join me?" You lifted the blanket, opening it up to welcome him within its warm confines.
He nodded. "I do, but let me get us some coffee first. Keep my spot warm?"
"Always," you agreed, your gaze already going back to the window. "You can help me with my spring list."
Spencer made his way into the kitchen. He found the coffeepot as promised, full of still warmed coffee, and quickly gathered up your favorite cups. As he poured out generous cups for you both, he said, "What's on it so far?"
Over the next minute or so, you spelled out all you'd already thought would be fun to do with him during your favorite season. Picnics in the nearby park as well as perusing some of the bookshops around the city, especially ones that you haven't really explored before. You'd also earmarked some of the farmer markets that're coming to the city as well as craft fairs and other events that'll get you both out of doors and into the sun a bit. You never failed to tease him about his many hours holed up indoors when he could be getting a little sun in his pretty curls.
His lips curled into a real grin as he listened to all of your plans. You never failed to find some of the more interesting activities to do around the city, ones that let the two of you talk. Well, more him than you as he never failed to offer up random bits of trivia whenever given the opportunity. Once upon a time, that would've worried him, but you loved his vast knowledge, even asking questions to keep him going as long as possible.
As he finished fixing up both your cups, he mentioned a few upcoming events that he'd heard about through Penelope. Your quick inhales and mounting excitement were so palpable that he could feel it clear across the apartment, which only made his smile grow even more.
Coming back to the living room with both your cups fully decked out, he set them on the nearby side table.
You pushed to your feet at the same time and set the blanket just do on the chair you vacated.
Spencer didn't need to be told what to do next. The two of you had done this so often, even in the few months you've lived together, that he could do this in his sleep. In a smooth motion, he took up his new place on the chair with his arms soon outstretched and ready to accept you in his lap and arms. Once you were settled, he grabbed up the edges of the blanket and burritoed the two of you together. A few tugs and tucks had you both soon cocooned together, and your gazes had returned to the window.
"Which rivulet is winning?" he murmured in your ear, his grin not diminishing even as he gently teased you.
You pointed at the one nearest the window's edge, which had indeed descended several inches in the time he'd been gone.
The two of you sat there for a while, contentment keeping you there and watching the few remaining snowflakes melt.
It was a moment that would eventually have to end, but Spencer would never be accused of rushing these moments with you. He loved them too much, and he hoped to have as many of them as he could with you for the rest of your lives.
Tags: Post-Canon, Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve ‘i’m so straight watch me get hard over gay sex to prove it’ Harrington, gay ally-turned-bisexual icon Steve Harrington, author’s ode to the humble handjob, Recreational Drug Use, Exhibitionism, but only mild, Spit Kink, Wet & Messy, Getting Together, First Time, Mildly Dubious Consent, like very mild, they’re both into it in slutty and infatuated ways, Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington
Summary:
“You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t believe you, Harrington. Straight boys don’t get off thinking about dick. That’s an indisputable fact of the universe, and a key point in my own personal doctrine.” And maybe Steve should laugh, shrug, call it a night. He should do that, re-examine all of this when he’s sober. He doesn’t. Instead, he says, “Try me.” Eddie lifts himself up on an elbow, turning to his side so that he’s looming over Steve when he says, “Just to confirm…” Steve nods encouragingly, bolstered by the absence of a dismissive laugh, an awkward change of topic. “You’re saying that you want me,” Eddie continues, eyes darting between Steve’s, “to talk about fucking a dude. To see if you get hard.” — Or; Steve’s pretty sure he could get hard while thinking about gay sex, even though he’s straight. Eddie’s just along for the ride.
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AO3 Summary: In the quiet late-night hours, Mulder finds himself unable to ignore the future he hopes for any longer. What begins as a restless conversation becomes a long overdue question and the first steps toward the life he and Scully have quietly been building all along. Total fluff, sorry not sorry.
My Thoughts: This fic is so cute and I love the ending! Make sure you check it out this weekend :)
in honor of ao3 being down...how about two snippets of Madney sex pollen? 😄
an accompanying piece to the henren version; comment or rb to be tagged when the final draft is posted! :)
Buck's countenance lights up, and Chim has to bite his lip to keep from grinning. "You saying my favorite niece needs a babysitter for the night?"
"I mean..." Chim runs his hand through his hair, tries his best to look as stressed out as he usually does. "Maybe she can wait in the car while I run Hen's stuff into her...I wouldn't want her to get exposed to anything, but—"
"Chim." Buck claps him on the shoulder. "Don't even think about it. I just so happen to be free tonight."
"I thought you were coming over to watch the game with Chris and I." Eddie, predictably, pouts.
"Oh, come on, she'll love hockey! And she'll keep Chris entertained when he inevitably gets bored of watching." Buck, predictably, responds with a pitiful, begging look.
Eddie, predictably, folds immediately. "You're buying the pizza. And the drinks. And putting both kids to bed when their sugar highs crash."
Buck beams like he's exactly where it wants to be. He holds out a fist for Eddie to bump. "Deal."
God. Now Chim feels sick. He swallows down the unfortunate feeling and pulls up his text exchange with Maddie.
Chimney Han:
Clear your schedule. Bringing home some magic tomorrow. Buck is babysitting.
Maddie Han:
FINALLY 🥳❤️🥵
aaaand nsft preview under the cut!
He chucks his haul of snacks over their dresser so hard that half of it falls between the furniture and the wall. Neither of them can care when Chim's jumping into bed right between Maddie's legs and capturing her in a sloppy, needy kiss. "You've got me, and I've got you," he says into her mouth, and her hand speeds up between them.
Back in the early days of their relationship, this was how they had sex every time. They would sit in this same bed in nearly the same position in the darkened shadows of Chim's old apartment. Maddie had wanted to be closer, but wasn't ready for full-on contact. So, they would make out in the dark, and when Maddie wanted more, she would sneak a hand between them and into her pants. It took a while for her to be comfortable with Chim doing the same, but he was more than happy to swallow down her moans and fantasize about the movements of her fingers under the sheets in the interim. Now, Chim wouldn't exchange the trust and intimacy between them for the world, but there is something to be said for seeing Maddie like this, bold and exposed in the early afternoon sunlight, taking the pleasure she deserves uninhibited.
"I could watch you touch yourself all day." Chim hums into her skin as he trails kisses down her jaw and neck.
"Please don't." her movements stutter. "Feels better when you do it."
"I know it does, honey." The first time Maddie had touched him, it had taken all of 30 seconds for him to spill over her hand. "And I will. Just wanna see you come first."
hmmm i wanna know what @tanktopdiaz @playinginthunderstorms @melancholyghoul @hyruling @littlefreakbuckley are working on (np)! and also YOU 🫵🏽 if you're working on a Madney piece too!!!
I’ve been tagged by a bunch of people the last couple of weeks: @frogsinflannel @beanarie @kinardnaturaland @dark-alice-lilith(multiple times) thank you guys!
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A bit from a Hollanov soc med fic aka what if Montreal management had actually tried to keep Shane Hollander (OCs do not have names yet. I’m very open to suggestions)
CC looked expectantly at his Assistant GM. BB had asked for an impromptu meeting for which neither of them had any time really, but CC had worked with BB long enough to know he was competent enough not to schedule meetings that could be emails.
"What’s going on?" He asked not impatiently exactly but he made sure to express that this matter better be important.
BB was uncharacteristically hesitant. "I had a meeting with the assistant captain yesterday"
"And what did Pike want?"
"He said he wanted to speak on behalf of his Captain about an issue with the coaching staff, Head Coach specifically."
CC suppressed a groan. "There’s a problem between Hollander and Thierault? Just what we needed after this shit show of a season. More drama."
BB shrugged. "Seems more like Thrierault has a problem with Hollander," he admitted.
CC scoffed. "Half the team has a problem with Hollander. It’ll take us a while to get over that trip."
"From what Pike said the trip was more the icing on the shit sundae. Apparently Thierault has been creating a ‘hostile atmosphere’ in the locker room all season. Homophobic remarks, small put downs, overblown punishments for minor infractions or disagreements..." BB listed.
"Oh dear Thierault is a homophobe. Alert the media." CC rolled his eyes. "Him and half the league. So?"
"So that might be true, but at least officially the league has an ethics code of conduct and the responsibility to make sure the players are safe from ‘workplace harassment’. Pike said he isn’t putting in an official complaint with the league or the union, but the ‘yet’ was very much implied."
