You Know The “girl Falls To Middle Earth” Trope ? Does Anyone Know A Good Fanfic Of This IN REVERSE?!??

I totally miss read cell as in cellphone and made myself sad like imagine wade phone magically dies every time he does. Logan, ness, Peter anyone trying to call him and just… no answer no chatter oh god it been minutes and he’s not picking up! What if he wakes up lost ? Or in a ditch he can’t get out of?

Literally them being freaked every time he doesn’t reply right away

I'm glad we all agree that Logan finds Wade so fucking hot no matter how much Wade hates his looks, but I cannot tell you how much more it is than just attraction.

For Wade, his scars remind him of what was done to him. His scars are a painful memory of the evil he has gone through. Every time he looks in the mirror he sees the man he used to be, he sees his old life and he sees how he was treated. He cannot love himself because he carries his pain on his skin, visible for everyone who crosses paths with Wade; visible for him.

For Logan, Wade's scars are like lines on a treasure map; each one telling you where to go next, where to find what you're looking for, each one telling him that this - Wade - is his treasure. Logan sees himself in Wade's scars, Logan can't fathom how Wade can find himself unattractive because not only do those scars remind him that he is still alive, they remind Logan that Wade gets it. Wade understands him and Wade will never ever use it against him.

It reminds Logan how Wade is the one who finally pulled Logan out of the hell he was living in; because Wade knew. Wade knew what it was like and even if his motives were different at first, he still knew he couldn't let another person live their life with the hurt that he had. He couldn't watch Logan throw himself away, because he knew what it was like.

Danny just sings all the corpse bride songs that do not exist in dc and freak his soulmate out lol

Prompt

Soulmate au where, in the dp universe, you hear your soulmate sing, while in the dc verse, soulmates have matching tattoos that glow when the other person is dying/hurt, and keeps glowing after they die. Danny doesn’t ever hear any singing, so he figured he just didn’t have one, and doesn’t notice the mark on his thigh . Unbeknownst to him, his soulmate (insert dc character) is getting more and more nervous about their soulmate, who they could hear singing for some reason, who keeps on dying!!!!!

I love Frostbite but Vlad and his cloning is right there XD especially cuz he owes Danny big time

Vlad: I’m not going to make your new brother a spleen

Danny: oh wow that’s disappointing almost as disappointing as (insert awful thing vlad did)

Vlad: …. Fine

He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisection him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

Redeemed Vlad shows up to give help Danny or just give him his lunch.

Danny: oh hey Vlad! Did Jazz send you!

Vlad: you know I am capable of making decisions on my own

Danny: not very good ones fruitloop

- - -

Hal: look look! And tell me there ain’t some ghost vampire family!

Bruce: who’s Jazz?

Vlad: his sister

Danny: my mom

Halfas look at each other and shrug

JL: oooookkkkayyyy then

Hal (holy shit another vampire ghost): oh so is she you know … like the two of you?

Danny: nah she’s a redhead I’d be a little hard for her to come back as a ghost

Wally flashbacking to all those “redheads don’t have souls” jokes in his childhood: wHaT????

Vlad looking at Danny’s hidden shit eating grin: you know what I’m just gonna leave

DPxDC Prompt

Danny rarely eats around the Justice league, usually eats before his shift or afterwards. One day during an Luthor emergency Danny is forced to head in early without breakfast which makes him more irritable, he phases Lex right out of his mech suit and rips the kryptonite right out of his grasp.

Flash zips up to Danny as Batman cuff Luthor and asks if he's feeling alright, Danny grumbles that he is starving and that he missed breakfast before eating the Kryptonite right in front of the Justice League. To say they are shocked is an understatement, unfortunately Danny excuses himself before they can get an explanation.

Later when working with the Bats they are caught in an investigation of the League of Assassins, forced to engage they inadvertently discover a new Lazarus pit and Danny immediately disengages with the assassins as he flies to the pit with a shriek of excitement. Before Batman can stop him, Batman along with a whole room of assassins are struck dumb by as Danny leans over the pit and starts DRINKING IT.

Batman is struggling to find a connection between the Lazarus pits and Kryptonite as he is updating Danny's profile at the Watchtower. Not a lot is known about Danny's species, most of the knowledge is kept to the Ecto-entities themselves and even more so after the Anti-ecto acts.(even thought they have been repealed)

He steps away from the profile closing down the Watchtower computer to get more info from the source. He finds Danny in the gym with a Green Lantern in a mock battle, Lantern constructs seem to be the only thing the Justice League has to combat Danny's phasing ability which is both frustrating and relieving to know, standing to the side he watches Danny get grabbed by a hand shaped construct of Green Lantern energy.

Danny struggles for a bit before grabbing the construct by his teeth and TAKING A BITE OUT OF IT! Danny pauses along with the Green Lantern, both shocked but for different reasons, Danny lights up exclaiming "That's good!?" before ravenously going after the construct as Green Lantern shrieks and recalls the construct, only to get tackled by Danny who demands more.

Flash cackles "You should have known this would happen! Phantom can eat anything green and glowing!"

Batman freezes, that can't be it, but as he considers that facts he finds they re the only variables that all three things have in common…

Danny eats the color green.

Hal is married ?

Yay! Good for him!

Hal is married to a man?

Yay! Good for him! Hal deserves to be happy!

Hal is married to an archer?

Well weird choice but…

An archer that isn’t Green Arrow?

… oh shit

Okay but this could spiral so fucking fast like just Jason thinking he lost his memories of his boyfriend? Husband? What are we?!?!

Blue Screen

Danny is the type of guy gal ghost to Commit To a Bit. This is very common knowledge

But he may have overdone it this time.

---

Dan and Ellie had met the Red Hood, who seemed yucky. Ellie said this herself. Jason was not amused, and did not appreciate them following him around for the rest of the week.

After a bout of panic, Danny had finally tracked the tykes down. After seeing who they were with, he sighed. Of course those two would. Well he could play at that game.

Danny had popped in and pecked him on both sides of the helmet, leaving a casual lie before legging it.

"Hey hun, thanks for watching the kids. I'll take it from here."

---

It's been a month now, and somehow he has two kids with a notorious crime boss and goes on nightly dates with him.

Writing Prompt

Imagine elves have no concept of food poisoning? - Except for like literal poison!

Bard retching, sweaty, face red and making the most pitiful of noises.

Thranduil running out of the room: Get a healer!

Singrid popping her head in and taking one look at her dad: Oh no need he’s fine!

Thranduil: Even so we should still...

Singrid: He’s fine he just has food poisoning again.

Thranduil: Poisoning! .... AGAIN!!!!!

Cale Anti-Hero

It wasn’t often that Cale found himself alone. There was always ‘something’ happening so it was totally reasonable that he wanted to take advantage of his new found free time. They had settled on singing; it had use to be Cales favorite pass time with his mother, he had not sang in years and for Kim it had been even longer. ….. they really should had been more careful.

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

Ron stopped short of the mansions entryway, Hans and the kids rushing in only to quite. They had all planned to come home earlier today. Had no one told Cale?

Ron huffed, what was this puppy saying? Cale had matured so fast in such a short time, too fast even.

Midnights become my afternoons

Raon chuckled it was just like his human to sleep the whole day away if he could! Good thing Lemon gramps was here to wake him up!

When my depression works the graveyard shift

The wolf children stopped smiling turning to look at Lock, “What does that mean!”, “What’s wrong?”, “Hyung Lock haven’t you been taking care of him!”. Lock stilled beside Beacrox, no no this couldn’t be happening how could their savior, the man who took them in be so unhappy?

All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

What did that mean, Cale had never killed anyone if anyone was to be haunted by ghost it should be me though Choi Han. Listening in from a different room in the house, having taken an entrance through the window instead of the door like a reasonable man.

I should not be left to my own devices

Alberu seconded that! Cale never does know when to leave shit alone. He’s been surprised to have gotten a call from Cales children only to be welcomed with the sound of beautiful singing. But Alberus’ stomach began to twist he had a bad feeling just where this was going.

They come with prices and vices

I end up in crises

Rosalyn started next to Alberu ready to teleport at a moments notice! Cheeks puffing in anger, just who on Earth would go to Cale demanding money? And enough to put Cale in crises… maybe this was before from when Cale use to be a trash drunk ? The lyrics did say “vices” after all hhhmmm

Tale as old as time

I wake up screaming from dreaming

The dragon and cats looked at each other in confusion, Cale loved sleep they definitely would have noticed if he had nightmares!

Ron closed his eyes and sighed, oh those nightmares after the first Countess had died. Was he the only one that ever knew about those? Not that he was of much help, Cale was nothing like his own son he still didn’t know how to confront or comfort him at all,

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

'Cause you got tired of my scheming

For the last time

Positively Everyone froze, what? Did Cale think that they would all just abandon him?

Deruth began to cry, he didn’t want to see this anymore. Who had decided to share such a thing with them in the first place? It never would had been Cale. That child never aloud himself to be so vulnerable in front of his family. In front of him. What kind of a father had he been?

The Henituse family could here Deruth crying but no one had any words to console him. After all wasn’t this there fault? They had made Cale feel so unloved and unwanted in his own home that he now believed that no one would stay with him if give the chance.

It's me

Hi!

I'm the problem, it's me

Cage was beginning to regret picking up the call from Cale kids right now. Taylor was utterly distraught and admittedly so was she. Cale was a good person! Their very own lucky charm!

At teatime

Everybody agrees

Basen felt ashamed. He remembered getting into verbal tirades with Cale the first few times his trashy behavior had started. He had told him to act better, for the family’s social reputation if nothing else! But just how many of those tea times included demeaning his brother as a part of the entertainment. And then he had just yelled at him and told him to go back to endure more. He was a horrible brother.

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

Pasetons face flushed a tad, he had considered Cale a bit vain actually. Not that he didn’t have a right to be! But did Cale perhaps not enjoy looking at himself? Did they perhaps have this in common?

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Antihero? But Cale was a hero! Sure he did unsavory things to reach his goals but.. but… did it perhaps bother Cale? He always did say he wanted a slacker life.

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby

And I'm a monster on the hill

If Violan had been less dignified or more hot tempered she would have thrown her teacup into the wall! Instead she rose from her seat to talk to her husband, no one no matter how noble was going to get away with making Cale feel uncomfortable in his own body! Violan smiled, no doubt Cales new body guard and vice captain Hilsmans knights would agree.

Too big to hang out

Slowly lurching toward your favorite city

On and Hong hissed! Yeah to save it!

Pierced through the heart but never killed

Something in Choi Han broke, Cales voice cracked as if he was crying. He never wanted to hear Cale cry, it hurt so much to not be able to do anything- he’d do anything.

Did you hear my covert narcissism

I might disguise as altruism

Like some kind of congressman

Alberu hummed at that, did Cale hate politics that much? What is this feeling ? Oh right guilt.

Tale as old as time

I wake up screaming from dreaming

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

And life will lose all its meaning

For the last time

It's me

Hi!

I'm the problem, it's me (I'm the problem, it's me)

At teatime

Everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Choi Han decided to join everyone else at the parlor, he couldn’t take this alone anymore.

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

On and Hong were outraged! They would never love someone so despicable!

Meanwhile every adult was enraged! They would protect Cale and his little family - was that why Cale loved money?

The family gathers 'round and reads it

And then someone screams out

"He's laughing up at us from hell!"

Cage was bewildered why would Cale ever think he would go there? And didn’t Cale not believe in god?!?!

It's me

Hi!

No one knew what to do after the song ended, everybody in person or on call was as tense as a bow string. There were no words to break the tension.

Cale was beginning to play the piano again, oh dear god now what??!?!

Tim joined for a while- it’s why he was so good starting out as Robin with less training then the others. Cuz technically he did have training- also Deathstroke being his uncle??

If anyone writes this it should be a drama coming all of time secrets cuz he has a lot of them yikes

Also tag me cuz I’d love to read it

You know I bet Tim with his Flying Grayson/Dick Grayson obsession as a kid probably found lost footage of the time Dick promoted a cult while brainwashed on national television

Oh Dani is definitely stealing shit!

Also at what point does archaeology stop being theft? Lolllll

Danny, out of all the titles he could have earned, out of all the jobs he could have gotten in the Zone, never imagined it would have been 'Pirate'.

But really, it fits.

He's wanted in both the Zone and the Living World by the law, he regularly causes property damage, has a fierce reputation of winning every fight he gets into, cheats in said fights to win, and refuses to be bound by the most base instinct of any ghost or halfa; he has no obsession.

He doesn't want one.

Sure, he helps the Living and saves them if required, but he isn't compelled to do so through an obsession.

At least on the Living World side of things, his official job is scientist; he has a ship that's a mix of scientific and old-world galleon, and he travels the Zone recording the cultures and languages he finds.

Well, as a human that's his job. Not like the government knows about his Phantom persona.

Sam and Tucker joined him, obviously, as did Dani and Dan. Frostbite had made him take a few yetis as crew just in case of medical emergencies.

Sam has made it her goal to find rare or extinct plants, from their home dimension or not. Tucker is researching any and all tech they can find. Dani wanted to come along and as Danny's little sister/clone, he didn't want to say no. Dan wants to fight all the things, and Danny...couldn't really prevent his twin/clone from boarding the ship.

He can't see Youngblood anymore, but he knows for a fact that the kid is around; the loving notes carved into the walls of the ship about cool treasures nearby are proof enough. That, and the pirate flag that keeps appearing, hoisted above his ship.

It's gotten to the point that he never bothers taking it down.

Okay, maybe he leans into it a little. Get's himself a fancy hat to go along with some fancy piratey coats he found. In his defense, they're all leaning into it.

Mom, dad, and Jazz had opted to stay on their home dimension and follow their goals there.

Mom and dad for researching ghost biology, since that's not what Danny's doing at all.

Jazz to pursue her Masters in Sociology and Bachelors in Ghost Anthropology.

Not that they never join, but that more often than not they're perfectly content on their home dimension.

It's a small crew, but it's Danny's.

Honestly, it's a million times better than being an astronaut. Instead of just visiting space in his world, he gets to visit different spaces from different dimensions.

With this job, he doesn't have to be anchored to just one reality.

Sometimes, he even saves the Living from different dimensions that get thrown into the Zone.

Like now.

There's a gasping, barely conscious man in spandex sprawled out on his deck.

"Welcome aboard," Danny says wryly, not bothering to get up from his seat.

~~~~~~

Hal Jordan, dazed and disoriented from being quite literally thrown through a tear in reality, finds himself on the deck of what appears to be a pirate ship.

The flag's a dead giveaway.

A man who has to be the captain sits on a crate, draped in pilfered gold and a grand, ethereal frock coat hanging off of his shoulders as he hold what appears to be a tankard of...grog?

It's gotta be grog, the man's a pirate.

The man's also, as the kids would say, leaking Aura.

....No literally, there's like, a slight green glow around him.

"Welcome aboard," the pirate says, a crooked smile on his face as he continues to lounge.

'Oh no,' Hal realizes. 'He's hot.'