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goldensnidgets · 2 years

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❝ weep little lion man, you weren’t as brave as you were at the start ❞

huh, who’s DAVID CORENSWET? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually JAMES SIRIUS POTTER. he is a 25 year old HALFBLOOD wizard who is KEEPER FOR THE BALLYCASTLE BATS. he is a HUFFLEPUFF alum and the child of HARRY POTTERand GINNY WEASLEY. he is known for being OBLIVIOUS, IRRESPONSIBLE, FICKLE, INDECISIVE, and COWARDLY but also AFFABLE, FORTHRIGHT, HONORABLE, ROMANTIC, and LOYAL, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song LITTLE LION MAN BY MUMFORD AND SONS and INFECTIOUS, BOOMING LAUGHTER; MISMATCHED SOCKS AND SCUFFED CONVERSE; NOTCHES ON A BROOMSTICK HANDLE, SIGNIFYING LOSSES AND WINS; FADED BLUE JEANS AND THRIFTED TEES; DASHING, DIMPLED GRINS; THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF FAMILIAL RESPONSIBILITY ON WEARY SHOULDERS. i hear he is aligned with NO ONE, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

GENERAL

FULL NAME: James Sirius Potter NICKNAME(S): exclusively goes by Jamie, but will accept Jem or Jemmy and the absolute best nickname I found for James while searching the inter webs: JumboGumbo. AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 25, mm/dd/yyyy OCCUPATION: Keeper for the Ballycastle Bats GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ballycastle, County Antrim, Northern Ireland ALMA MATTER: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

BIOGRAPHY

Let's get one thing clear from the get go; it's not James -- It's Jamie. James always felt too formal, too serious a name for him. It never quite fit. But that's the thing about names; you don't always get to pick them, you just have to make them your own. Jamie always felt burdened by his name. It's hard to live up to a name that belonged to a man you heard a lot about but never got the chance to meet. The unspoken rule that if you bear their name, you somehow bear their legacy. How many times people searched through his mannerisms and the things he said in order to find some bit of James Potter Sr. in him. The moment he could, he made it clear;

"Jamie. My name is Jamie."

To say his childhood was charmed was perhaps an understatement. Jamie couldn't complain about his upbringing; he had two wonderful parents, a couple younger siblings he got along well enough with, and an entire extended family of cousins (or as he put it, pre-made friends) to go on adventures with. There was little space for loneliness in such a large family, and it was of little surprise that Jamie grew up to be so outgoing and affable. Sunny and optimistic, and with an infectious loud laugh, people tended to gravitate towards the boy and his dimpled grins.

Of course, it helped that he was the eldest son of possibly the most famous wizard in all of the wixen community. News of the Boy Who Lived's first child made headlines, and ensured that the world knew about Jamie before he'd really even opened his eyes to it. Everywhere he went, people either smiled or just stared, and he garnered attention simply from living. It had made it rather easy to make friends through his adolescence. Sure there was the constant question over whether or not people's kindness or interest in him was genuine or not, but Jamie didn't give it much thought. Ever looking at the glass half full, he chose to not dwell on the potential negatives of things. Life was less fun if you spent it worrying over the inconsequential stuff, as he would say.

When he arrived to his first year at Hogwarts and wasn't sorted into Gryffindor, Jamie was devastated. His family had a long history with the brave house, and he'd always imagined himself in crimson and gold when it was his time to attend the wizarding school. The absolute last thing he expected was to be deemed a Hufflepuff, though that disappointment faded rather quickly. It was only a few minutes into sitting at his house's table that he found a comfortable place among the other members of his house, and soon he forgot what was so distressing. Though he remained fearful when it came time to write a letter home to let them know how school was going, he was grateful to receive an owl back from his father with only encouraging words to say over his sorting.

School had been rather touch and go. Again his infamous family name made Jamie somewhat popular in his year, but it also lent itself to a few who would rather hate on the boy rather than actually get to know him. He brushed off any animosity he felt from fellow students, instead burdened by another obstacle: Academics. It turned out no amount of shimmery optimism and likability could help curb unfortunate grades. Clumsy with his wand and often fumbling around incantations, Jamie seemed to be positively hopeless when it came to magic. Concerning considering his family line, and after much debate it was soon made known that he suffered from dyslexia. No matter, he thought, Jamie would just have to work extra hard. Eventually he averaged out to mediocre grades, but he came to the realization that maybe he wasn't going to be a spell casting prodigy. It just meant he had stronger abilities elsewhere, and it became prevalent in flying classes exactly where his strengths and talents were.

By third year, Jamie came into his own when he decided to try out for his house's quidditch team. Quick and agile on a broom, with lightning fast reflexes, he got a coveted spot as one of the starting Chasers for Hufflepuff. It wasn't until his fifth year, when Jamie began coming into his height and broadening shoulders, that he ended up as the team's Keeper. While Hufflepuff wasn't always the best on the pitch, he made a reputation as one of the most skilled quidditch players in the school. This caught the eye of professional recruiters during his final years. Following in his mother's footsteps, Jamie left Hogwarts with a lucrative contract with the Ballycastle Bats and the hopes of a promising career in Pro Quidditch.

Up until graduation Jamie's life had been, for the most part, easy breezy. Adulthood decided to pop the blissful bubble he existed in. Starting at the bottom of the food chain on a cutthroat professional team and living on his own for the first time had been a bit of a shock for the young man. For the first time in his life, he couldn't smile and charm his way out of uncomfortable situations. Between learning how to cook and fend for himself, and trying to carve out a place in a new team, things had been a bit difficult. More often than not he found himself coming back home, into the comfort of parents that cared for him and believed in him, and younger siblings to whom he hoped he was still a solid role model, to regain a boost of confidence he was beginning to seriously lack. Long talks at night with his father under lamplight, and slowly Jamie began rebuilding his self confidence to the point where he could at least begin working on being a more well rounded adult.

It's those late night talks that he misses the most. Even now, nearly eight years after those days of insecurity, he can still hear the echoes of his father's voice and the words of confidence he spared him during his lowest moments. It's those memories that comfort Jamie through more bleak and uncertain times. The news of his father's passing, now two months past, are still so fresh in him, to the point where Jamie isn't sure he's properly grieved or come to terms with it. In the wake of the news, he took the first floo back home to be beside his mother and siblings. He'd always fancied himself a rock and emotional support for them. If the family was a home, then Jamie was the hearth -- the source of warmth and light even in the darkest and coldest of times. He knew he needed to be this for them, that if any of them needed to break then it was his job to be the shoulder for them to cry on.

He always looked at the bright side of things, and surely even with the unexpected death of their patriarch he could continue being that optimistic warmth for them. Without anyone asking, he began to shoulder the burden of being "the man of the family", the ridiculous archaic idea that outsiders continually thrust upon him in the wake of the tragedy. Strangers, stopping him in pubs and on the street with hushed condolences and well wishes as it was his turn to "take over the responsibility of the family". A horrific thought since Jamie had never been the best at being reliable, even if he really tried to be.

As society continues to contest with these tragic deaths and political unrest begins to settle into the wixen community, Jamie has attempted to live in blissful ignorance. It's enough to try and grieve his father, he isn't ready to confront the reality that his and Kingsley Shacklebolt's deaths bring. Something is coming, something dark and sinister hiding on the horizon. A reckoning is dawning, with the return of the Death Eaters imminent. It's of no surprise that most of his family, his noble auror siblings and his brave mother, have already heeded the call of the Order of the Phoenix. They were always the more heroic ones, and Jamie, well... He's always been the coward. True to his nature, he's blinded by his optimistic belief that things won't amount to being really bad, that a war isn't coming. With the upcoming elections, he believes that the community is smart enough to choose a leader who can quickly squash any fear.

He doesn't see the need to form ranks and prepare for battle. So he hasn't joined any reformed Order, hasn't made any clear indication that he'll come to arms if it becomes necessary. Jamie's too busy trying to figure out how to hold his family together after his father's passing. He's too busy training and preparing for the next quidditch season. Half the time he's too busy trying to clean up a mountain of dishes he keeps pushing off. Any excuse to keep him from making a definitive decision, choosing to be part of the Order, he's using it. If his family or friends are disappointed in his lack of stepping up, he doesn't know. In his mind, things are going to be alright no matter what he does.

They have to be.

HEADCANONS / MORE

if it isn't clear, jamie is a sweet summer child who is also quite ignorant to everything going on. oblivious and non-confrontational, he kind of chooses to live life in blissful ignorance under the guise of "seeing the glass half full". he is pretty optimistic but currently that optimism just seems like blind naivety, and for that reason alone he's decided he's not really actively taking part in anything going on. truth be told, he hasn't let himself had a chance to really grieve his father and come to terms with his death. maybe if he gave himself a moment to really feel that pain and address the loss, then maybe he will be able to address what's going on and actually do the right thing. but it seems unlikely.

at his core he's incredibly sweet and gentle, a nurturing a kindhearted person. but he can be honest to a fault, sometimes too forthright, and has a tendency to be wishy washy, especially on responsibilities. all that aside, he is also the most loyal ride or die friend you can have. if you make a friend out of jamie, then you've got a friend for life and he'll always have your back at the end of the day.

had a rough start to adulthood, but he's really come into his own. he can be persistent where it matters, and he's built a rather promising career as a pro quidditch player. that aside, jamie is rather humble, and his humility can sometimes come across as self deprecating. he tries not to let things get to his head, not wanting to display any ounce of arrogance.

despite coming into his own on the pitch, jamie is still a wee bit hopeless when it comes to adulting. he can't cook to save his life, and so he's a regular at dinner time at the local pub. he pushes off cleaning until his place is on the verge of complete filthy ruin. the only times he seems to really go above and beyond when it comes to maintaining his space is when he's in a relationship, but otherwise he can be pretty lazy.

speaking of relationships, jamie is an absolute romantic. when he falls in love, he falls fast and hard. it's not exactly his best trait, but he is a sweet and devoted partner. it can be a bit much, sometimes to the point of near obsession when he starts seeing someone. it's been said that most of his relationships fail because he can be almost suffocating, but he also goes through periods of hyper attention towards his partner and then periods of just being so focused on his career that he can come across a little careless. dating jamie is almost like being on a seesaw -- there are exciting wonderful highs, and devastating lows, and it can flip flop pretty quickly between him being "on" and "off" in the relationship. for that reason he has a colorful dating history, one where he always introduces a new girl as "the one" to his family until they end and another pretty face comes along for him to turn himself inside out for.

he absolutely adores his family, unconditionally. it's why his dad's passing as been so hard for him to come to grips with. he can't imagine his life without any of them. deep down he fears a war because he fears the idea of losing anyone else. and with his poor grasp on magic, jamie doesn't see himself being anything but a burden if he were to try and fight. again, he's burying the idea of even having to beneath blind optimism. of all his family members, he most cherishes his two younger siblings. there is no one in this world that means more to him than albus and lily. he is pretty sure he would do anything for them, and he's tried to be there for them in his own way. if that means with poorly made cookies or bear hugs, he wants to be the emotional support during everything.

despite building up his own mild fortune from his job and many sponsorships, jamie chooses to live a very humble life. he lives in a modest shoe box of a flat, a small studio that's cramped and overloaded with old rickety furniture. his couch is lump and incredibly uncomfortable, and the mattress he bought secondhand has some questionable stains he doesn't think too much about. his entire wardrobe is thrifted, to the point where it's 2029 and he dresses like he was on a 90's sitcom. it all adds to that humility he's somewhat known for, but it also just makes him a fashion icon.

got a dog with an ex who he was particularly overzealous about. he has many regrets from that relationship, but scallywag is not one of them. he's his dearest companion, and it's rare to see jamie without the pup in tow -- he even attends quidditch games and loyally watching from the sidelines of the pitch. also his perfect wing man, scallywag has helped his father land in another string of doomed romances, and still stands to be the best outcome of any of his relationships.

jamie wears glasses like his father, except for on the pitch. then he wears contacts but in his normal every day life he wears glasses. frames wise he wears ones similar to his father, though lately he’s thinking about changing them. he gets a lot of compliments saying he kind of resembles his late father with the glasses, which kind of upsets him.

idk i'll probably just keep adding to this as more random thoughts come to me.

has lived in ireland since shortly after finishing school and has been developing the slightest irish accent, which many people make fun of him for

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic LANGUAGES: English FAMILY: Harry Potter † (father), Ginny Weasley Potter (mother), Albus (brother, younger), Lily Luna (sister, younger), and every other person in the wixen world (jk the extended weasleys) PETS: a doggo named Scallywag FACE CLAIM: David Corenswet HEIGHT: 6'4" ZODIAC SIGN: TBD PINTEREST: (x)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

on / off again partner — one of those aforementioned doomed relationships that just doesn’t seem to end definitively. she and jamie appear to be on a neverending cycle of being heavily enamored with each other, then other factors getting in the way, and inevitably breaking up over something silly, only to repeat and rinse. potentially scallywag’s human mom. jamie may be trying to get it on again since his father died, purely out of the comfort of something familiar. Bonus points if she’s DE aligned, idk make it juicy

best mate — friend from the hogwarts day, possibly his former flat mate before getting his own place. they’ve been best friends since childhood and have always had each other’s back. perhaps the one person who can be blunt with jamie without him being too upset about it.

pitch rival — another pro quidditch player, with whom jamie has a rivalry. the media has probably blown it heavily out of proportions, especially since jamie doesn’t have much of a hateful bone of his body, but even he can admit they don’t always get along. could have possibly started back in their hogwarts years.

childhood friends — when they were little, jamie and this person spent a lot of time together. between play dates and sleep overs it was rare to see them apart. this one jamie’s one big friend outside of his large extended family, and he swore they’d be best friends forever. sadly things changed once they went to school and soon enough they grew apart. now as adults they occasionally bump into each other and awkwardly remember they used to be best pals.

the hater — it’s truly rare for jamie to really strongly dislike someone. he’s always trying to maintain positive connections with people, and if someone really doesn’t like him, well…. he tries to just ignore it. but this one person has always been a bit of a hater — perhaps someone who really dislikes his family and centered that hatred on jamie — and it has surprisingly bothered him deeply. he’s tried so hard to change their mind with pure kindness but it hasn’t helped change things. jamie is still trying hard to change their opinion on him, if it’s the last thing he does.

friend for clout — someone who is “friends” with jamie, though only to say they’re friends with a potter. jamie is oblivious to how one sided the friendship actually is, and this person seems to only reach out during the season for free quidditch tickets or to be invited along to big events. the friendship is very superficial

neighbor — they live in the flat above/below jamie and they’ve struck up a bit of a friendship/camaraderie. they met for the first time while hanging out on the fire escape of their building one night and now they regularly meet up on there to share drinks and talk about life. the friendship isn’t overly deep but they look out for each other, offer to check on each other’s things when the other isn’t around etc.

bad influence — considering jamie’s apathetic attitude towards the war, and him being part of the most likely family to fight against the DE cause, he just may be the perfect target for someone with bad intentions to come after. they could be a new friend he’s encountered in recent times who’s slowly earning his trust and planning to somehow use him against his family. perhaps they’re manipulating his blind confidence that the ministry will put a stop to any demonstrations before things get out of hand, letting him be naive and slowly building doubt between him and those he loves who are fighting the cause. idk let’s talk this out! obvs exclusive to DE considering the idea here.

o family where art tho? — exclusive to the big ol’ wealsey-potter-delacour crowd; one of jamie’s family members who he is shockingly not very close to. it’s almost to the point where they seem to actively forget their family. perhaps one of the things driving a wedge between them is jamie’s lack of desire to join the order and fight against the DE, and maybe they’re vocal about their disappointment in him. and jamie, ever the non confrontational coward is just ignoring them and their criticism of him, even though deep down he’s a bit ashamed. could potentially be extended to very close near family friends if necessary.

pen pals — a connection that started back in school when they started a pen pals program with the other schools. jamie eagerly took part and sent a couple letters. surprisingly, the other person could see past his awful chicken scratch and the doodles cluttering the margins of his letters and decided to keep writing. they remained pen pals and then after school had met a few times. their friendship is kind of awkward in person so they do tend to still correspond over written word despite now being geographically in the same place now. it’s just easier to be honest and open with each other in writing it seems, but hopefully their friendship can make the leap to being more in person.

teammates — bring me some more bats!! they can be kinda like family. or there can be team rivals. there can be friction. or they can be a bunch of dumbasses together. either way just bring me some teammates??

BONUS

yes this was gonna be the like graphic, like i did in ye olde days, but i didn't love it and didn't wanna keep working on it. anyway here's some doodles of the boy ~

#potter intro #&& about.#once again i will say it #i hate this and will rewrite it #but will i? probs not #anyway here he is finally

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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Clone^2 - graveyard shift

The dinging of the door alerts Sarah of someone walking in, and she barely glances up from her phone to see who it is. It's past midnight and somehow her coworker John managed to convince her to take over his graveyard shift at their convenience store. He owes her one, because she's been standing here for an hour and nobody's come in.

Not a surprise to her - nobody likes to stay out past sundown in Amity Park, even after nearly three years of ghosts appearing all over the place.

But still, it happens sometimes. So she doesn't look up. The dinging bell just lets her know that it's not a ghost, and that's really all she can ask for. The last time she worked late and a ghost came in, she was cleaning the shelves from some weird goo for an hour.

However, the lack of footsteps in the store after a few seconds worries her enough that she forces her head to lift. And a frown weaves its way onto her face when she sees no one at the door, nor anyone in the closet aisles.

...Shit, was there really a ghost here? Can they ring door when they come in? Normally she sees them just phase right through. And normally they glow, bright and jarring that leaves a migraine building behind Sarah's eyes.

Her eyes quickly scan the shelves again, looking for anything out of place -- anyone with too many heads, or too many teeth, or snakes for hair. She's pretty sure a coworker saw that once when they were working graveyard.

But she still sees no one. Apprehension raises the hair on the back of her neck, and she straightens up from her lean against the counter. Fuuuck. Was this one of those... marshmallow ghosts? An animal ghost?

Sarah really does not want to have to fight off a three-eyed raccoon looking-thing with eagle feet. She's heard the horror stories. And there was no way to contact the Phantom or the Red Huntress to come pick it up -- and she wasn't gonna try her luck with the Drs. Fentons.

Her fingers itch for the broom hanging on the wall behind her. It probably won't do much against a mutant raccoon-ghost-monster, but it'll make her feel better.

There's a rustle and crinkle in the candy aisle, and Sarah's hands are curled around the broom before she could blink. Her heart beating in her chest. She walks out from the counter, the bristled end raised like a bat in the air as she creeps apprehensively towards the noise.

There's nothing there when she peers around the side, and the aisle shelves are tall enough that she can't see over them.

She raises the broom higher. Sarah was in softball. She could take out a raccoon-eagle-hybrid.. thing.... easily. She just... needs to pretend its a golf ball. Except golf isn't softball so that's a terrible comparison.

Oh god she was gonna get her face ripped off, wasn't she.

John so owes her one. So much.

Creeping down the aisle, she keeps her ears perked for any new sounds. But all she can really hear is the soft pop music playing on the store speakers -- chosen by yours truly from her own personal playlist -- and the hum of the freezers. Ugh. This was not good for her paranoia. Like, at all.

Sarah's down at the end of the aisle when she feels a quick set of taps on her shoulder. Her nerves are already shot, so she shrieks and whirls around on her foot, swinging the broom blindly.

Only to be met with sudden and blunt resistance. Blinking rapidly, Sarah stares up and sees a black gloved hand gripping the broom handle tightly, small white bandages peeking over the side around five fingers. Following the hand down connects it with an arm, and then a chest, and suddenly she's staring at a black hoodie and black jacket.

When she tilts her head up, Sarah comes face to face with the bone-white mask and the terrifying, unearthly green eyes of their local vigilante, the Phantom.

...Holy fuck. It was the Phantom.

He was taller than she initially thought. Was her jaw on the ground? Probably. It was flapping like a fish out of water. "I- uh, you-- buh--"

Slowly, the Phantom raised his free hand and wrapped it around the handle of the broom. Sarah watches, wide eyed still and stammering as he firmly plucked the broom out of her hands and turned to lean it against the shelves.

Something about him doing that must've kicked her brain back into gear, because the first thing that comes out of her mouth is; "Your eyes are really green."

And she was going to lock herself in the freezer in the back for that one. She feels her face grow hot with embarrassment, and the Phantom only looks at her blankly. Her eyes shift nervously. "Well, it's true."

It was! The green eyes of the Phantom was his most defining feature other than that unsettling mask he wore. Especially considering they were the same color as some of the ghosts. It was one of the many, many creepy things about the guy.

Looking at it gave her the same, faint headache as when she stared at a ghost for too long. So Sarah drops her gaze a little to avoid it.

The Phantom remains silent, but he raises his hands and signs something to her that she doesn't understand. Fuck, that's right. He didn't speak - and Sarah doesn't know any ASL.

Sarah cringes. "Sorry, I don't know ASL."

She can feel his burning green eyes boring into her, and he remains as silent as the grave as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a phone in a plain black case. She watches him turn it on -- or at least she assumes he does, there's a privacy protector covering the screen -- and type something into.

He holds it up to her face when he's done, and she squints at the screen. In the notes app, a small text reads; 'We're ready to pay.'

..Oh. This wasn't Sarah's night. Embarrassment flashes hot through her and she forces out a laugh in order to try and quell it, Phantom shoves the phone back into his pocket. "Oh! Oh, right! I'm sorry, I'll uh- get up to the front--" She stops in her tracks.

Wait. Did that message say 'we?'

She smiles nervously, tilting her head up at the Phantom as her brows thread together. "Um," she swallows dryly, "we?" Didn't... didn't the Phantom work alone?

As if startled, the Phantom jerks. And for the first time since he showed up, he blinks and turns around. Which personally, doesn't bode that well as the Phantom swivels his head from side to side like he's looking for someone.

Sarah thinks, after the Phantom stalks up to the end of the aisle and looks around, she hears him sigh. And when he walks back, he snatches the broom with an elegant twist and knocks it against the shelves.

Thud, thud, thud!

There's very, very quiet shuffling that Sarah would have missed if she hadn't been looking for it, and then silence for a few seconds, before suddenly there's a small child pushing past her side and over to the Phantom.

And in the process, scaring the shit out of Sarah.

She squeaks and jumps, nearly tripping over her own feet as the child makes a spot next to the Phantom's side. "Where did you come from?!" She says, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

The child says nothing, just stares at her through a creepy bone-white mask reminiscent of the Phantom's. Although unlike the Phantom, he was wearing some... kind of... dark red ninja outfit?

Sarah really wasn't quite sure. It was partially covered by a jacket that clearly belonged to the Phantom and with the sleeves rolled up multiple times to his elbows. The jacket alone nearly obscured the sword attached to his hip.

...Why the hell did the child have a sword.

She looks between Phantom and the child, at a loss for words. Why-- why did the Phantom have a kid with him, why was the kid wearing a mask like his.

"You have a child with you." Sarah says bluntly, her voice flat. It betrays how shocked she feels. The Phantom doesn't say anything, as she should have expected, but he does nod shortly.

The child bristles slightly, but says nothing. Part of his mouth was uncovered, and she watched it twist downward into a scowl at her. Unlike the Phantom, his eyes were not green. She couldn't see his eyes at all, actually. They were shadowed by the mask.

There's the sound of paper thwipping, and like a magician pulling out a card, the Phantom holds out a note card to her. He stares, expectantly, and Sarah reluctantly takes it.

Written in neat writing and bold sharpie are the words; "This is Wraith."

...And that's it. Sarah glances up at Phantom. Then at the supposed 'Wraith'. Then back at Phantom. "You're bringing a child with you to ghost hunt?" She asks, and okay, maybe she's not able to hide all of the judgement leaking into her voice. "And you gave him a sword?"

The Phantom stares at her blankly, or well, probably blankly. All of his expressions are unreadable with the mask he wears. But the kid, Wraith, bristles again like a stray cat. His scowl deepens, he puffs up, and he opens his mouth like he's about to say something.

...Only for the Phantom to immediately snap his hand out and cover his mouth. Wraith makes an angry sound, and Phantom drags the boy into his side, seemingly nonplussed as he twists his wrist and pulls another note card out of nowhere.

"He is perfectly capable of handling himself." The card reads, and then continues; "I would not have been able to stop him anyways. Wraith would have followed me regardless."

Did he have these prepared?

Best not to question it, Sarah decides. The Phantom has always been strange. So she just nods mutely and stuffs the two notecards into her back pocket. "Okay," she says, and moves around the Phantom. "I'll check you out up front."

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpdc crossover #danny covering damian's mouth as the phantom and the wraith will never *not* be funny to me #anyways i was thinking about this for the last two days and finally decided to write it #red huntress was also originally supposed to be here but i couldn't get a good flow going #had the idea of damian wearing danny's jacket as the wraith at first and needed to write it down #is it impractical? yeah. but its only until danny can get him a jacket that fits #amity park be cold at night okay?? damian is Littol he needs the extra layers #danny being bruce’s wayne clone -> bruce wayne being tall -> DANNY is tall #tried to kinda capture how lowkey unsettling the phantom can be from an outside perspective #was kinda successful? not much for him to do current that’s creepy tho other than stare

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