#glaring Dan my beloved

[lambjock]

my locked trait is that i literally can't get behind hoa or it's popularity </3 tragic i know

#my posts. #like it'll always rub me the wrong way hoa was beloved purely for it's action packed gameplay & 'real' monsters #even the popularity of j/alim feels very. weird to me? #that ship isn't anymore canon then con/brad or dan/drew or even john/drew. there isn't any special hints that these other pairs don't have #ever since man of m/edan's creation people have just demanded an un/til d.awn 2 and then they got it! with hoa and the qu/a.rry #maybe i'm just a hater but those games are also heavily flawed and to see them treated as masterpieces while lh and m.o.m gets shit on is .. #irritating! to say the least! #what even was hoa's plot where was the twist. was the twist the monsters being vampire aliens??? #this isn't even mentioning the other glaring issues but tbh that's all i'll say rn i'm just. blegh #don't even get me wrong like. i bought hoa i played it. i think it's fine! #and i love ud and the q/ua.rry! #but ... little hope's bad rep never ceases to make me viscerally pissed imma be honest <3

[dilvuc]

henlo! can i request clingy multiple hsr charas after their beloved is going on a business trip for two weeks? the reader is male, and i hope that you will be okay if i request it to be long, love 🫶💐

(*if you can't make it long, or don't have the feeling to, I'm fine if you make it short! 🌹)

❝WHEN THEY GET CLINGY WITH YOU❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: when they get clingy

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jing yuan, dan heng il, blade, dr. ratio, aventurine x m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: they get clingy with you after you return from your business trip after two weeks

╰┈➤ JING YUAN

“Jing Yuan. It was only a two week business trip. You really miss me that much?” you sweatdropped as you held the clingy general in your arms. jing yuan has his arms and legs wrapped around you tightly with his face buried in your neck, “Two weeks without you is making it hard for me to concentrate. If I were to let go of you, you might leave for good.”

you sigh and pat the male on the back, “You’re overthinking it…”

“He has been calling me by your name and clinging onto me like I'm a cat.” yanqing sighed, “Thanks aeon you're back.”

“He’s such a man-child.” you deadpanned. ever since you returned, jing yuan stayed close to you at all times and never wanted to keep his eyes off of you.

╰┈➤ DAN HENG IL

“Dan Heng…” you sweatdropped. dan heng hummed, “Hm?”

“It was a two week business trip.” you said. the dragon-hybrid nodded, “I know.”

“Then…” you trailed off as you turned your attention to dan heng's tail wrapped around your waist, “You wouldn't mind removing your tail…?”

“No…It's safe this way.” dan heng declined. it's crazy that he's being clingy without you telling him that he's being clingy. it was a two week business trip. dan heng wouldn't let you go or let you out of his sight. how cute….

╰┈➤ BLADE

now, this is when it gets wild. after you return to your two week business trip, blade become more possessive of you. why is that? he has been keeping his close eyes on you and been following you. plus, whenever you try to get up to go somewhere, he just grabs you by your arm and asks where you're going or says that he'll join you.

“Blade. It only happens once…” you sweatdropped. blade clenched on your arm, “Two weeks was long enough…”

“Geez. You're clingy…” you deadpanned.

“Shut it.” blade scoffed.

“My, look like you can't go on a mission anymore, [Y].” kafka chuckled. “Let me say this, Bladie misses you a lot. It's quite oblivious. He has been muttering your names while you were on a trip.”

“Ah? I wasn't expecting someone like Blade to miss me or to be so clingy.” you mumbled. silver wolf snickered, “He kept your cat look-a-like in his room. The trailblazer says it's Ruan Mei’s creation.”

“Is that so…?” you sweatdropped. not like you didn't notice, you spotted that creation staring at you in the corner. it's cute, but it's giving you the creeps. blade glared at the women, “Do you two want a blade in your neck?”

╰┈➤ DR. RATIO

“It was a two week business trip and I have returned just like I texted.” you said.

“Hmph! You said you'll return in 15 minutes, but you arrived in exactly 18 minutes and 35 seconds. You're late. This is unacceptable.” ratio glared at you. you sighed, “I only stopped by somewhere to get some snacks. I haven't eaten when I arrive.”

“You're a moron. How did I even partner up with an idiot like you…?” the male rubbed his temper.

“You suggest that we should be partners…” you deadpanned.

“Still. I only partnered up with you so you wouldn't do anything stupid. I had to keep you on track. Don't take it personally.” ratio huffed.

“Whatever. I'm heading out.” you waved as you about to walk out, but dr. ratio stopped you by grabbing you by your wrist, “Wait! Where are you going?”

“Somewhere.”

“I'll go with you. Wouldn't let a moron like you do anything stupid.” dr ratio suggested.

you sighed, “...Are you saying that you wouldn't want me to leave because you think I might go away forever?”

ratio flinched, “W-what give you those ideas?! I'm only doing my job!”

“You're such a liar…You're becoming clingy now?” you snickered. ratio growl with a red face, “Shut it! I'm not!”

“Oh-ho~ You never wanted to go anywhere with me before. Why now?” you teased. ratio hit you on the head with his book, “S-silence! An idiot like you doesn't know that!”

“Just say that you miss me~”

“Should I smash you harder with my book in your fucking head?”

╰┈➤ AVENTURINE

“Me? Clingy? It was a two week business trip. Nothing more…” aventurine chuckled, brushing off your words. you hummed, “Mm-hm. Then…why are you so close? You don't usually get in my personal space.”

“Hm?” aventurine hummed in question. yes, he was close to your liking. he must've sneaked into your room and slept next to you in your bed and now he has his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You sneak in, didn't you?” you deadpanned. the blonde snicker, nuzzling his face in your neck, “What gives you that idea…?”

“You're being clingy without saying that you are. Just admit it.” you sighed.

“Just admit that you miss me.”

“Shhh. Let's go back to sleep.” aventurine beamed, trying to go to sleep. gosh, you can't understand this guy…

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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#male reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x male reader #jing yuan #dan heng #blade hsr #dr ratio #hsr aventurine #clingy

[jhuzen]

Will there be a part 2 of the "Attention" fic?

infidelity [gn/m.reader]

the answer to that is a solid yes AND a big apology for taking a hundred years to post this. this ask has been in my inbox for freaking months. and it’s mostly because i have been remaking this fic until i got the most satisfying fic LMAO. i’m sorry for taking so long 😭 i hope this is compensation enough. btw this part 2 to this! but honestly, you don’t have to read it lmao.

𖦹 crack taken seriously, hsr mention but this is mostly genshin, this is just a fic of me making fun of cheaters aka you, highly based on that one tweet of the “welcome home, cheater” one, pushing my grand overseer reader agenda like in my early fics teehee <3, sagau, sahsr au

“I should probably go back…”

Jing Yuan begged to differ. The general himself had his reservations about your sudden eagerness to depart. After all, you were a good company — one that amused him to the core and even kept him awake for the better part of the day. You are an interesting being to him after all — much after learning from the exuberant girl from the famed Astral Express suddenly emphasizing your importance when they left you under his supervision.

You, in much simpler words, are adorable in the Luofo general’s eyes. With eagerness and curiosity melding in those gaze of yours that could leave anyone transfixed — wanting and desperate.

You truly live up to the title as the grand overseer across worlds. You were the sole beholder of their sentience, despite the fact that right now, you’re barely aware of your status and your circumstance, it was more than enough for anyone go cherish your presence. How could they not? It was a blessing to see you descend from where you were, behind the great barrier that they all could only stare at when they looked to you for guidance.

Alas, that mattered little, not when you were beside the amused general and his coy smile, fingers raking through your hair; reminiscent of the pattern when he would do the same thing to Mimi when you visited his abode to meet the furry beauty that was his pet.

Quite frankly, you weren’t all too sure if this was something you were used to, being treated like an animal companion, with even the way Jing Yuan’s hand would suddenly roam behind your very human ears, scratching behind out of habit.

The only thing missing was him giving your food to you in a bowl, actually, and you’d be no different than Mimi at that point. Wait. No. You were sure Jing Yuan’s lion also ate out of a golden encrusted plate when you saw his hired caretakers come and feed Mimi.

“Bark for me, won’t you?” The general teased with a purr and it was more than enough for you to pull the plug at your willing compliance.

You removed his hand from your head and only shot him a subtle glare, “That’s a request I can’t honor even if my life depended on it.” You sighed, “I should get going now though, General… I made a promise to help our conductor in sweeping the floors. Apparently Caelus tracked some dirt inside when he decided to lug some trash.”

“Must you really? You’re the grand overseer, no? I believe such a title deserves a limitless freedom in doing whatever it is that they wish,” he coaxed in a suave tone, quick to win anyone over. And honestly, that sounds nice. But you’ve never seen Pom-Pom look so stressed when you saw an unwilling March and Dan Heng drag some trash either wrapped in gold bags or regular black ones inside the express when they came back from Belobog.

You somehow regretted leaving first — but even you had urgent matters to attend to at that moment.

“Ah—!” The lax Jing Yuan jolted at your sudden outburst.

“…Anything troubling you, Grand Overseer?”

“T-Teyvat! I completely forgot…!” Your eyes were blown wide as the panic settled within you. You had promised Nahida you would make it to the Interdarshan championship. She was so excited when she communed with you just days ago, completely elated that even your beloved Wanderer would participate as a representative in a Darshan.

Albeit confused by your sudden squawking, Jing Yuan understood and only watched you pace around while you lamented what sounds to be a rehearsed apology that you will no doubt tell to someone you hold precious.

“How envious, to receive an apology from you even sounds like a great honor.” Jing Yuan teased with a chuckle. “Well then, off you go now. Don’t be away for too long. I rather enjoy our time together.”

“O-Oh, yes, of course… I truly apologize for cutting our time together short. Do give my regards to Fu Xuan and Yanqing if they drop by. I have to go and talk to the crew and also bid my goodbye for now.” You bowed before turning away, briskly walking your way towards the door outside of the general’s office, only to bump into Welt and March.

“Oh! There you are! Ya ready to go shopping?” March held an exuberant energy as she asked, clasping your hand in hers tightly with an excited gleam flashing through her eyes.

Welt, however, was far more observant than March, “Judging from that look in your eyes… you have some affairs you’ve forgotten to tend to, Your Benevolence. Would I be correct in my judgment?”

“It’d be a miracle for you to be wrong at this point,” you laughed amidst your panic. “But yes, unfortunately. March, I hope you don’t mind a little bit of postponement… I have somewhere to be urgently.”

March’s bottom lip stuck out into pleading pout, “But you promised!”

“March, let’s not force them. It is as they say — an urgent affair.” Welt only looked at you with a small nod and an encouraging smile, “Don’t be too worried. I’ll let Himeko and Dan Heng know of your absence. Just be safe.”

“I will definitely come back and visit.” Your smile and reassurance was enough to quell March’s disappointment and Welt’s initial concern. “Please tell Caelus not to track more dirt inside. It’ll only serve to frustrate Pom-Pom further.”

“It’s a useless attempt, but for you, I’ll try,” March winked as she waved to you with Welt.

With a nod to the two of them, you were off to Teyvat — lucky that you have little need for the Star Rail in the first place to travel. Otherwise, it would most certainly take you the entire conceivable time just before you could even come back to one of the many worlds that you oversaw and to a fault, even took care of from afar.

You stepped into the familiar grassy fields of Sumeru’s rainforest, looking up to see that the city isn’t too far off. There was a gentle breeze that blew by, almost like a kiss from a certain archon, but you paid little heed to it. You normally always took your time to appreciate the sights in Teyvat, finding its vast lands and many biomes incredibly fantastical in sight. But even that couldn’t keep you from the fact that you’ve broken several promises that you willingly made to some residents here.

You can only imagine the disappointment in everyone’s faces once you’ve admitted to the fact that… other people may have swept your attention away in the first place — hence your sudden absence.

You owed your first apology to Nahida. She is after all, one of your far more favored archons around, treating her like your own, definitely something that would make Rukkhadevata proud among every other archon out there. And then there’s also a matter of apologizing to your dear Aether, you made another promise to him that you would spend your time with him in Sumeru’s far end by the Realm of Farakhkert to meet the infamous Sorush and the majestic race of the Pari (you once made a claim that Aranara’s are superior, and your endeared traveler was reluctant in protesting to your words it seems).

Now that you thought about it — you were sure you made quite a lot of promises to the residents of Teyvat. A lot of commitments were hammered into your special sanctuary that Aether had built for and with you inside his teapot.

Commitments that you’ve forgotten in favor of space travels with a couple of trailblazers.

Onlookers turned to your direction, completely flabbergasted at your casual appearance. What were you doing in Sumeru city (not that they were ungrateful for your gracious presence) — but it was as if you were solely taking a stroll on your own. Where are your entourage? Was the Acting Grand Sage even informed of your arrival? What about the archons that always accompanied you? Where is Buer?

Best of all, why does your face contort into an expression of what seems to be utter guilt?

You hiked your way to the Sanctuary of Surasthana, refusing any help offered to you by the guards that were courteous enough. You were prepared to face Nahida’s crestfallen look — prepared to start indulging her wishes to make up for the tomfoolery you engaged in. The corners of your mouth trembled as it itched to finally spill out the plethora of apologies that you’ve prepared.

“Oh. So you exist after all.”

Only for your well-rehearsed (by the last minute) apologies to fall apart when the Wanderer’s voice rang from above. You looked up to see him perched on one of the ledges just above the door of Nahida’s residence. He was stationed like a watchful hawk — and he was, constantly on the prowl for anyone suspicious daring to come up to the sanctuary.

Suddenly, a memory of you promising him to go fishing by the coasts of Sumeru had you wincing. And with the way the puppet’s mouth turned up in a smug smirk showed that he was aware of an engagement you swore you’d do with him.

“Ah… I hear you go by Hat guy now?” You tilted your head, giving him a reluctant smile.

“Spare me the meaningless prying. Where have you been?” His eyes narrowed, suspicious and a tad bitter at your absence and incompetence in attending a tiny little leisure that you yourself insisted he join you on. Who the hell even creates plans first and suddenly flakes out? The Wanderer has never felt more betrayed, quite frankly.

You suddenly looked like a guilty spouse that came from a messy affair, with the way you shifted your footing and how you averted your gaze quick. The Wanderer was intolerant of such a behavior however when he finally came down from his little high up spot to face you with no escape. He will summon a void and trap you in it halfway if you so much as make an attempt to escape.

“I’ve been… away…”

“Were you now?” His scrutinizing gaze only served to intimidate you further when he came up close, his nimble fingers tracing against your clothing. “Whose is this?”

And before you, he held a familiar long strand of white hair — possibly acquired when the general of Luofo decided to frolic around with you, coaxing (or coercing, more like) you to give him a much deserved head massage for his hard work (though in truth, he barely did anything that day).

“…A cat.” Technically not a lie. Jing Yuan does exhibit certain behaviors that you can classify as a behavior that a feline has.

“Is it now?” His voice went an octave higher — clearly mocking you if his churlish grin wasn’t enough of a sign about his suspicions of you and your… agendas prior to your unprompted visit in Teyvat.

A terse silence engulfed you and your Wanderer before he flicked away the hair and dragged you inside Nahida’s sanctuary.

“She was disappointed that you were absent the entire Interdarshan event thing. Where in the abyss were you?” The puppet hissed, his grip on your wrist tightening. Somehow you found it far more comforting compared to the times where people would treat you like some fragile object that could break at any second.

What’s not comforting however, were his words. You couldn’t bear the thought of letting Nahida down, and now you’re faced with that very thought becoming a reality that you now have to get through just for the sake of your sanity.

You smiled a little despite seeing the Dendro Archon’s back turned while she minded her own business. There was always something comforting when wasting your hours away inside the sanctuary. Just having to teach Nahida from your old world knowledge about people, and to an extent even teaching the Wanderer with your wisdom that rarely pops out (according to him, with full intent to insult you). It’s not as daring as the time Venti decided to fling you up and catch you or Ei’s insistence on you eating your tenth dango during your walks.

For now however, you had one goal in mind — and that is to make amends with your favored archon and puppet.

Teyvat altogether created an unspoken rule to never ever doubt you — the Grand Overseer. You have a position that transcends even farther than the Primordial One, your eyes that gaze on many universes and worlds. You are the one that took care of the blooming life in each planet that teemed with it, thriving under your guidance.

There was a collective decision among all gods and mortals alike to never doubt your endeavors, much less your love for them. You care a lot about them, and based solely on your constant descent towards their world, it seems as though above all other worlds, you favored them. They were the proof of your benevolence, granting the residents your presence while you walked among them.

Right. That was the case that everyone agreed upon.

However, there was an underlying layer of unease. Heaven forbid may it be doubt; they could never! But perhaps… a tiny bit of uncertainty in the layer of cautiousness as the residents watched you with adoration.

It first started with the wrong names.

When Albedo, Sucrose, and Timaeus wholeheartedly welcomed your help when you visited Dragonspine with Klee. Jean was far too busy with her work and while she wished to, could not have time to bask in your presence after the announcement of your sudden arrival. In turn, you only assured her and relieved her of her added duty in watching over Klee.

Klee was the one to visit big brother Albedo, to surprise him that you were finally back. And you complied. Dragonspine is an extension of Mondstadt, and you had plans to check up on every single resident of the nation.

Suffice to say, you were quickly hooked up in a chair, pulse detectors attached to your temples while you watched Klee doodle away on the floor. For a respected overseer, you certainly were a people pleaser, letting Albedo scan you out of his own volition (Sucrose was fussing the entire time, she didn’t want you to be hurt in the process, after all!).

“Look Grand Overseer! This is you and me and Dodoco!” Your vision was quickly filled with a flurry of bright colors on paper, one that was filled with an abundant amount of red and the other with the colors of your clothing.

“Ah! So it is! Good job, Hook!”

Everyone in silence soon tore themselves away from their work, looking at you with evident confusion.

Klee blinked, tilting her head as she looked just as lost and surprised as the other three researchers in the mountain, “Hook? That’s not how you say Klee…”

Your heart hammered against your ribcage and tried to save it with a cough, “D-Did I now? Ah, my bad… I meant to say was that you… did a great job! It immediately hooked me in!” It was a half-baked excuse — hell, call it a raw excuse even and everyone aside from Klee caught on as the explosive child beamed with pride, just happy that you loved her heartfelt creation.

Albedo eyed you in suspicion before returning to his work.

Then there was your misplaced reminiscence.

In your defense however, Snezhnaya does feel like Belobog. Sometimes… most definitely not because of the fact that both places are constantly subjected in a thick layer of snow.

The Tsaritsa was all but cruel to you. She loved you like any other archon out there and always basked in your presence — even keeping you for herself a week or two longer, leaving the next nation in your rotation of visitation completely restless at your tardiness. However in her gentle kindness was a terrifying beast that laid dormant.

Only then did you catch a glimpse of it on the morning that you and her spent on your appointed room in the palace, both you and the Cryo Archon siting on the balcony while you sipped on a hot beverage, enjoying the mountainous coated in freshly fallen snow.

You sat your cup down and blew on your hands. The Tsaritsa laughed at your actions, pleased that you can truly feel the love she embodied through the cold winds of her icy nation.

“Cold enough for you, Grand Overseer?” She jested with a light tone.

“…Yep…” your teeth lightly chattered. “…T-This place is a lot c-colder than Belobog, I’ll tell you that… B-But not more than Jarilo-VI as a whole…”

All of a sudden, you could feel the creeping coldness from beside you and looked to where the archon sat, her striking eyes looking at you with curiosity… with a smidge of coldness behind them.

“Pardon? Not colder than where?”

Her tone was pressed despite her sweet adoring smile. She took pride in her sovereign kingdom of cryo. It was all for you, to feel the comforting cold after you spent your last stay with Murata in Natlan. This was her giving you love, and suddenly, it wasn’t enough?

The better part of your mind decided to feign ignorance. And you lived to see another day.

And then the sudden secrecy.

By all means, of all people, Zhongli indulged in your stories the most. Whenever you visited Liyue, you were almost always found beside him if Ningguang wasn’t asking for your presence or if you weren’t getting coerced into another drinking competition with Beidou and her crew. And in this case, you were preoccupied with a little something while you accompanied Zhongli in his usual spot.

He listened earnestly to the storyteller while you busied yourself writing a little something on a parchment you had acquired from the Wangsheng parlor when you fetched Zhongli for his break.

And ever so slightly, he’d find himself glancing at your hunched over form, while you stewed in your little activity. He didn’t particularly mind the lack of conversation from you. Having you beside him was more than enough, actually. But it wouldn’t hurt for you to have him be just as engaged in your little agenda, would it?

The former archon peered at your work, only to be faced with scripts that were oddly reminiscent of Liyue’s characters. Albeit there were significant changes that made the language still all too different from his nation.

“…Might you be translating ancient texts, Grand Overseer?” He inquired and was met by a suspicious jolt from you.

It was a text Dan Heng gave you before to practice the language used in the Xianzhou fleet. Only now did you have time to do his little practices upon your descent. You had plans to check up on everyone as soon as you were done in Teyvat, and perhaps impressing Yanqing with your language prowess was a good party trick (and eventually not get bullied into eating something spicy because of your ignorance).

“Ah! N-No—! I— yes. No.”

Zhongli tilted his head and you were quick to recall your flubbed answer, shoving away the parchment into your little pocket. There was a frantic look in your eyes and Zhongli was concerned, naturally.

You used to be so willing in divulging everything to him in exchange for his stories, with the both of you managing to talk from dusk to dawn without fail with him needing little to no sleep and the time dilation that your body couldn’t seem to adjust to. You weren’t afraid to share what you were preoccupied with, and even often let him experience new things from your own world.

So why are you keeping secrets now?

But perhaps, the breaking point was your standoffish nature.

Aether has always cherished his raw connection with you and was proud to wear his closeness to your divinity, not because of infamy, but because of how incredibly special you treat him. While, certainly, you have made the people of Teyvat special on your visits, but what sets him apart from the rest is your adamant expression of affection towards him. For some reason, he was favored alone, not as a part of a collective unlike Venti and his people, or Zhongli and his. He alone was yours to indulge, even more behind closed doors in his teapot realm.

However… something was off after your abrupt visit.

Something had changed when you came home.

You were far more distracted, occupied with that tiny device you always held in your hand. Suddenly, Paimon wasn’t the loudest one in the teapot mansion with the incessant beeping that your phone made. It never did that before, it was always tucked away somewhere, sometimes even letting him place it in his inventory if there was little time to go back into the teapot.

He had always deemed your mode of communication useless. Especially on your travels. It was always so silent, like a useless artifact that you keep on you.

But suddenly it was teeming with life, buzzing endlessly that could drive any man with weak resistance into the threshold of insanity. You’d often pick it up and grant the little device a heavenly smile and proceed to be on it for hours upon hours.

It was a heartbreaking time for him.

It was heartbreaking whenever he would peer at your device, only for you to keep him in the dark as you made some lame excuse.

It was heartbreaking whenever he could no longer recognize your words when you talked about your own anecdotes, throwing name after name at him while he listened intently.

And oh was it heartbreaking when you called him by the name of someone else.

“[Name], have you seen my earring?” He took pride in his informality with you showing your comfortability and familiarity with the renowned traveler.

“Over on the table, Cae— ther… Caether… Aether.”

Not so much with that tiny slip.

Yes. Perhaps that was it. And all the preceding reasons.

Perhaps it was why you sat like a condemned criminal in the court of Focalors, as every archon looked at you with scrutiny and skepticism in their eyes. Only sweet Nahida looked at you in concern. Ah, your poor child. You’d rather her look away than experience the possible punishment you were about to receive.

“Grand Overseer, make no mistake, this is a trial born from the accumulated concerns of us all. This is a trial born… from our love.” The hydro archon’s voice bellowed through the courts. She normally wasn’t one to personally try the defendants, however you were a special circumstance.

You always were.

…Sure doesn’t feel like it…

“M-May I at least know what my charges are…?”

“Infidelity, Grand Overseer.” Ei answered for the collective. “I can only hope you are not found guilty.”

You grimaced. You’re quite glad that this was a private trial, with only the archons, retired or otherwise, gazing at you. Make no mistake however — this was an intimidating position to be in. You may be the Grand Overseer, but you’re quite sure the only thing keeping you alive is their thinly veiled fanaticism and adoration for you. Otherwise, you would have been incinerated long ago.

It might have been your luck. But it was something you would wholeheartedly thank as the moment Focalors slammed her gavel down, the horrifying screech of something you can only classify as a hideous ally pulled you out of your impending doom.

The alarm on your phone rang incessantly, a glaring reminder of your subpar and mundane reality, waking you up from a dream that you could barely remember.

You shot up, only realizing you fell asleep in front of your own computer. You looked up to see your game open, with your beloved traveler gazing down at you with a disappointed frown on his face.

You chalked it up to your awful sleep and rubbed your eyes, closing the game and migrating to the other, where your in-game phone was filled to the brim with messages.

Smothering a yawn in your hand, you can only shake your head.

“My games have been really weird lately. I should probably leave them alone for now. Maybe have fun with Elysia and the girls.” You muttered to yourself but not before powering your computer down.

Truly, your utter cluelessness is bound to drive everyone insane.

Fret not however, they will make it work. They will let you know of their sentience. They will make sure that you are aware of how much they admire you.

It’s only a matter of time until then.

#this is a feel good fic tbh LMAO #before i face my final exams #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x gn reader #honkai star rail x male reader #honkai star rail x gn reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #sagau #sahsrau #sahsr

[fiorella-a]

'Till I see you again

Concept:

Your final moments before Dan Feng, your beloved, will part his way from you, maybe the universe and the stars above have conspired this fate for the both of you.

Info:

-Gn! Reader x Dan Feng

-Implied angst

Two lovers laid down in the grass, watching the sky above them, holding each other's hands while listening to the sounds of nature around them.

One used his elbows to sit himself up while he looked at his lover.

The said lover followed, sitting up as well.

They gazed onto one another.

"This really is goodbye, isn't it?"

Dan Feng squeezes your hands and nodded.

"I'm afraid we won't see each other again."

"Don't be. The universe and the aeons will always be pulling strings up there in celestia and above. It is bound to happen, Dan Feng."

"What if we cut the strings?"

You shook your head.

"My heart belongs here in Xianzhou."

"Please, Y/n, come with me my beloved."

You again, shook your head.

"You should go, Dan Feng, theres only a few minutes left before your escape."

He removed his hands from yours as he stood up and offered it again, You took it with no hesitation and stood up in front of him.

He intertwines your fingers with his, as he raises your arms in which both of your fingers are intertwined, he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him. He took a shaky breath before he finally closed the gap between you two, as the gentle wind shields the both of you.

You pull away with a cloudy vision as your timer dings.

You look at him with a glare as your eyes read; 'run away, do not look back'

He does what you will be happy with.

He ran away, carrying his sin.

He ran away, knowing that your loyalty to him will not falter.

He ran away, as you stayed.

You stayed, with a will to fight for him.

You stayed, with an empty heart.

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[max-imumbooks]

Renegades Trilogy Review

Includes: Renegades, Archenemies, & Supernova by Marissa Meyer

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This series starts off strong with compelling characters and effective worldbuilding. We see two sides of a single world through the experiences of our two protagonists– Nova, the niece of a fallen villain, and Adrian, the adopted son of the world’s most beloved superheroes. Though star-crossed from the start, the pair meet in total ignorance of the other, in a heartbeat of utter, charming normalcy that is soon nearly lost in the chaos of the world around them. Even so, they find each other again when Nova goes undercover as an aspiring superhero and joins Adrian’s patrol team.

Nova quickly navigates herself to a trusted position within the world of the Renegades, the first and only superhero organization in the world. No one suspects her true goal of toppling the organization from the inside– especially not the boy slowly but surely falling in love with her. 

As the story progresses, however, the romance between the protagonists seems to be the only thing that develops. Nova seems to have almost everything handed to her, without needing any kind of dedicated effort to wheedle her way into restricted areas. The Renegades are almost comically trusting, even as mountains of evidence against Nove are heaped in their laps. 

There are compelling flaws in the world Meyer builds, but many are left untouched and unchanged by the time the trilogy comes to a close, which left me feeling frustrated and a little cheated. There’s too many angles that went unexplored, and too little development in Nova’s subterfuge to be fulfilling, which ultimately led to a climax that felt hurried and the resolution unearned. The story somewhat makes up for it with engaging characters and strong relationships (both positive and negative), but it’s a lot of shortcomings for a few relationships to prop up.

That said, it is possible that my having read the Gilded duology right before reading this series might have been to Renegades’ detriment. Gilded was so strong that the above shortcomings are glaring. My perception may have been different if I had read Renegades first. One thing that is interesting about Renegades is that because there are two points of view, there are two narrators– Rebecca Soler and Dan Bittner. 

As I’ve already extolled on this blog, Rebecca Soler is amazing. Her ability to create unique voices for each character meant that even when dialogue tags weren’t used, I knew exactly who was speaking. While Dan Bittner was just fine, even good, he didn’t have the same nuance in his voice acting, and sometimes I had difficulty telling Adrian’s dads apart. In all honesty, though, I doubt anyone could have matched Soler’s performance. She’s that good. I will definitely continue to follow her projects.

Overall, I would say anyone who enjoys powered characters and slow burning romance would get some measure of enjoyment from the Renegades series. It’s not a will-they-won’t-they, which I appreciate, but rather a slow progression of a deepening relationship. It feels grounded and realistic, despite the super of it all. In the end, I think the quality of the story depends on what kind of reader you are– if you value plot over characters, you’ll probably be left hanging, but if characters are more your thing, then you’ll be fine. I’m somewhere in the middle, and in the end I was disappointed mainly because I expected so much more for something from Marissa Meyer.

Rating: 3 stars

#marissa meyer #renegades #spoiler free #review #overall: depends on what you value in a story

[jellyluchi]

Double Trouble

A/N: You've got mail! I had lots of fun writing this steamy piece for @spookysinner45 it was a delight to capture their fun personalities!

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Pairing: Rubber Soul x Courtney (OC) x Steely Dan Word count: 2k+ Genre: NSFW Content Warnings: Double penetration, cunnilingus, body worship, PIV sex, body image issues, anal Summary: Soul and Dan help Courtney through her struggles for self acceptance and soon realize their solutions are more physical than they'd realized.

A dainty hand comes to rest atop her stomach as she looks to the breakfast table. Sitting across from her boyfriends, Courtney breathes deeply to ground herself into the present. The food looks rather immaculate, cooked by DIO’s best chefs every morning and tailored to the agent’s taste. But Courntney’s diet is a delicate subject, something she doesn’t want to think about, yet her mind resists, attracting thoughts about her weakness.. All she did was try a piece of Egyptian pastry, something more soothing to her tastes

Zoning out, she doesn’t catch neither Dan nor Soul staring at her over their plates. 

“Is it just me…” Dan whispers. “Or has Courtney been acting somewhat strange the past few days.” Soul pretends to pick up a few dishes right beside him, the egg on his plate which was steaming now going cold. 

“You doofus, I’ve been trying to tell you something is off for days. Of course you wouldn’t listen to me.” As the man goes back to the tongs in his hand trying to pick up some piece of meat, Dan glares daggers. 

“Oh shut up, you weren’t telling me shit, you’re always so secretive-” 

“What’s wrong, liebling?” Courtney’s curiosity floats through the air to them as her two lovers look like deer caught in headlights. 

“Nothing, amore,” Soul saves them both. “I was just arguing with Dan about a mission where he messed up, you know how he is.” He gives a charming smile to his beloved as if Dan isn’t listening right beside him. 

“Hey! That’s NOT true!” 

Courtney speaks softly, knowing all too well how it feels to be undermined for her mistakes. Her heart pangs with pain at the thought of her own self perceived incompetence. His girlfriend’s address of him takes Dan’s undivided attention. “I’m sure your mistake is not on purpose, whatever it is, you can learn from it.” 

Her sincere words cause them to soften, earning her fond gazes from both her lovers. As always, it cuts through the discord between them like a smooth butter knife and Soul sits on his chair to continue his breakfast. Dan nods to Courtney earnestly. “That is true, amira…” his voice trails off.

It’s not uncommon for them to find Courtney in distress. While most of the time due to the missions, her state of mind is disproportionately affected by her anxiety and self-esteem, putting her lovers in a position where they want to protect her from herself. 

“Excuse me,” She says in a soft voice, her eyes unfocused as if she’s not there. Courtney pushes out her chair, still holding her stomach in an effort to keep her food down. How long until she can master her training…how long until she’s not useless… Swirling thoughts of incompetent vampirism and ill-fitting humanity in the wine glass of her mind, Courtney steps away from her lovers in order to not make a fool of herself in front of them. Where does she fit in?

“This isn’t right,” Soul comments from the breakfast table. The sight of a distressed Courntey always takes away his appetite. “We should do something.” 

Despite Dan’s nonchalant attitude, a bead of worry slips into his tone. “Tell me you have a plan.” 

“Oh, I have a plan alright.” He receives a dubious look from Dan in response. “It’s legit! Look, she needs a distraction, and I propose we take her on a nice date. How about the Origo? Our topolina loves sweets and the nicely decorated ones from the cafe are her favorite, it’s foolproof!” 

Perhaps it’s best if she’s able to leave the mansion for a period of time, allowing her to forget about her worries. “The idea has merit…” 

“Amira, may we come in?”  Dan opens the door without gaining a response from Courtney, realizing his girlfriend stands in the corner near the vanity mirror. “Courtney…” he says softly, smiling to make her feel at ease. Soul almost overtakes his position to open the door. 

“Yes?...” Her voice is so soft, Dan almost kisses her right there. Walking over to her with his eyes lidded, he caresses her cheek lovingly. “Soul and I were thinking, it would be nice to spend the afternoon with you in the nearby cafe. We could get some cakes and sand coffee, hm?” 

Wanting to make his presence known, Soul stands beside his partner, vying for Courtney’s attention. He cannot let the bastard take all the credit for his idea!

“It’s a wonderful day outside, topolina, what do you say?” He towers over her with his physique, annoying Dan to no end. For a moment, Courntey is transported outside of her head, grounded by her lovers’ presence, forgetting about her insecurities. 

“I suppose it sounds fun…” The lack of enthusiasm in her voice worries both of the men as they discreetly exchange glances…

The sun shines bright, and Courtney contemplates reaching out her hand from under the umbrella’s shade for a little bit of its pain. Dismissing the thought, she looks up at Soul’s rigid profile, proudly holding the shade over her for protection; he'd always loved to play the knight in shining armor in any situation. The layers of white on her dress drag along as she walks with both her partners incredibly close to her body. 

Inside the quaint cafe, Soul retracks the umbrella, making sure no spots of sunlight reach his girlfriend, using his own body to shield her from the windows if need be. 

Feeling as though Soul is doing more than his share of the plan, Dan springs to action, distracting Courtney about the sand coffee, talking about her amusement at the little pot inside the warm grains. Courtney continues to speak in hushed voices as her boyfriends try to cheer her up to no avail.  In fact, she barely touches her beautifully decorated cakes. 

“Look amira, this one has a rose, it reminds me of you!” Dan tries, only receiving a smile in return. In the end, the three of them return to the mansion with the same results as before, a gloomy Courntey bee buzzing around her room. 

“Your plan was a failure!” Dan remarks in an empty hallway. He was looking forward to seeing the energy return to her face, only to be met with crushing disappointment as she avoided talking too much. 

“Relax,…” Soul tries to calm him down, his voice on edge from the fruits of his labor being more bitter than sweet. 

When the two of them walk into her room with a large bouquet of flowers as the last resort, seeing the crying face of their beloved brings both Soul and Dan into a panic. 

Placing the roses on the vanity table, Soul approaches first. “Courtney, oh Courtney, what’s wrong amore?” His arms go around his small fraid body scooping her up into himself to allow her to cry into his chest. Wet droplets stain his shirts as he rubs his lover’s back to help her calm down as Dan comes to sit beside both of them on their shared bed. 

“Habibti, please, just tell us what’s wrong.” But Dan’s question goes unanswered. 

“Please don’t cry. What Dan means here, is that we would like to take away the hurt, but we don’t know how unless we know what’s wrong.” Slowly, Courtney’s sobs cease as she hiccups. Almost ashamed, she looks to her two companions with a melancholic expression. 

“I don’t feel good in this body anymore… Why was I born? What good is it to be a vampire or a human if I can’t be either of them right?” Despite her outburst lifting a weight off her shoulder, Courtney still avoids their eye contact after showing such vulnerability. She knows she must be candid and truthful with her partners, yet something so personal feels wrong to share. 2

“Amira…,” Dan wipes some tear streaks with his calloused thumbs. “Who told you that?” 

“N-No one… I just…” She fails to explain much of herself, getting Soul to squeeze her body closer. “Shh.. Your body is amazing, topolina.” She looks up into his beautiful, sparkling yellow eyes before he kisses her passionately. 

“Liebling…” She whimpers against him. Soon after, Dan follows suit, trapping her between himself and his partner as Courtney gasps from the contact. 

“Your body’s more beautiful than words could describe..” he says slyly, taking her by the chin to plant a deep kiss. As Dan preoccupies himself with the taste of Courtney’s tongue, Soul gets to work with the layers of her dress, undoing one drawstring at a time. She yelps, feeling his hand on her bare stomach, Dan eating the sound right out of her mouth. 

“Is this too much? Just let us know.” A furiously blushing Courtney shakes her head, more than happy to keep them both satisfied in bed to forget her own worries. As Dan’s hand comes up to squeeze her tit, Courtney moans his name, clutching the sheets between her fingers. There’s barely a moment for her mind to catch up, as she feels Soul’s mouth kissing down her body, palming at the long marks on her hips and thighs. “So beautiful… so perfect…” He whispers against her.

Despite the numerous times they’ve been together in bed the same way, Courtney still finds herself trembling with nerves. But she braves herself, letting Soul eat at her entrance how he wishes, lapping at her with languid strokes of his tongue. “You taste so incredible, topoline. Like pastries.”  

She doesn’t realize when Dan lost his clothes, seeing him already naked and producing a bottle of lube from a nearby drawer. Her cheeks burn seeing him stroke himself but Soul’s mouth keeps her distracted until she climaxes over his face. 

Shaking still from her release, Courtney pants in Dan’s arms, feeling the man’s hands grab from her tits to her stomach, kissing her neck and shoulders lovingly. 

“Do you understand how perfect you are?” Dan whispers into her ear. “Just feel what you’ve done to me…” He says, pushing his erection near her butt for emphasis and Courtney can only moan once more. A sudden intrusion of fingers into her behind makes Courtney stiffen, yet the pleasure is too much as she melts on her lover’s body. 

Soul’s tongue slides over her dark markings with a new passion, kissing and biting over her collarbones and making his way to her chest. It’s an overwhelming sensation to have two fingers inside her as he mouths her nipple with vigor. As if in sync, he lets go of her chest in tandem to Dan’s question. “Are you ready, princess?” She nods weakly, her mind glazed with pleasure. 

As soon as she signals her consent, Dan readies himself behind her, aligning his member with her rear as Soul gets between her legs from the front. Courntey can only hold her breath as both of them enter her slowly yet at the same time. 

Overpoweringly full of her lovers, Courtney moans their names aloud, as they try to let her adjust to them. 

“Dan… Oh Dan!... Soul!” She pants between each of them, as they both enjoy the pleasured expression on her face. 

Both their pairs of hands roam her body, holding her up to a comfortable position while she balances herself holding Soul’s shoulders. Tingling from the stimulating nerves, she screams, her legs shaking over their bodies. 

“So good for us…taking us so well..” Soul looks at her with lustful eyes, panting from both exhaustion and impending orgasms. 

Grunts and moans escape her boyfriends’ lips when they finally begin to move inside her, hitting every single sensitive spot until her mind only thinks of release. 

“Look, amira,” Dan whispers, turning her head to her vanity’s mirror. “Didn’t I tell you? Look at how perfectly you fit between us.” Courtney turns a deep shade of red, seeing her boyfriends’ cocks inside her as her holes stretch to accommodate both of them, an embarrassing but thoroughly arousing visage. She’s almost crushed with how close all three of their bodies come together, sticky and slippery from the sweat. 

She’s unable to look away as they thrust together and her arousal coats them both, leaking from her body and indicating her orgasm is near. Finally, when Soul decides to use his thumb over her clitoris, Courtney feels as though she might burst. With her body covered in their kisses and touches, Courtney finally climaxes over Soul’s cock. She feels Dan releasing inside her soon after, and the heavy mix of Soul and her own cum, spilling when he pulls out. 

Thoroughly spent, Courtney collapses onto her lovers, caressing one of them by the cheek. “I love you… I love you both.”

As she falls asleep, Courtney hears their unanimous lovely words in response, finally at peace. 

#jjba x oc #jojo's bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #jojo part three #jojo's bizzare adventure stardust crusaders #jojo part 3 #jjba oc #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x oc #rubber soul #steely dan #steely dan x oc #rubber soul x oc #n sfw #fics #sid writes #writing commissions

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (2) Masterlist

part one

and we're out here in plain sight (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil's an optimistic author whose science fiction novel is well on its way to becoming a film. Dan's an actor whose cynism toward love is nothing short of infuriating. It takes a while, but they find something to agree on.

Baby, I'm a Star (ao3) - cactusgal

Summary: Phil is a lighting designer. Bored with the community concert gigs he has worked for a couple years, he applies at a touring company. He is assigned to a popular band, the dreamx, to cover a world tour. Getting paid to work on nearly every continent: how rad is that? Phil's excited until the first day of rehearsal when he learns something vital: the lead singer is a complete twat. Will Phil quit his job? Will Daniel, the lead singer, realize how much of a dick he's being? Will they eventually forget their differences and become friends? Who knows. Only time will tell.

Balancing With A Diving Heart (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: Phil runs away from the Circus in search for a more exciting and fulfilling life than the one that is reserved for him in his family's cabinet making business.

The Circus is alive and buzzing the second he arrives, with smiling, welcoming faces- save for the one that belongs to the tall boy across the way glaring daggers at him.

beloved (ao3) - peaxhmei

Summary: be·lov·ed

1. dearly loved

2. a much loved person

or

the one where Dan Howell hates Phil Lester, and Phil Lester hates Dan Howell

Demons and Diners (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: A broke Dan, on the run from his previous life, finds temporary shelter in an abandoned diner...for the night?

Demons in My Head (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: An unconscious demon mysteriously shows up on Dan's property, and Dan heals it, promising he'll send it back to where it came from as soon as he finds out why it's there. Finding the will to banish a charming demon is harder than he thought.

Drink Up Your Movements (Still I Can't Get Enough) (ao3) - obsessive-fics (xoPrincessKayxo)

Summary: All Dan, an extremely skilled ballet dancer, wants to do is make it through the next dance competition. So extra rehearsals with Izzy, a ballerina he’s known forever, are just another step towards the win. What he doesn’t expect, is the constant, extremely distracting presence of Izzy’s older brother, Phil

Flore Luna (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: It’s been eighteen months since Dan returned to the Wizarding world, and he’s making real strides. He’s living in his own tiny studio flat. He has a job in a failing bookshop. He’s relearning spells that kids as young as eleven have already mastered.

And he’s developed an unhealthy grudge on the irritating, black-haired florist across the alley.

Hate Me Closer (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: Two boys, Dan and Phil, are both from reasonably different backgrounds. Dan's an English scholar from a lower-class family, whereas Phil's parents paid his way into the school with no trouble. But, they'd probably find they weren't so different if they gave each other a chance.

Auburn Independent School for Boys has eight houses, totalling 128 students per year. It's not an easy life for Dan or Phil, but sometimes there's fortune even in the worst of events. It just takes some wits to see it, and maybe a love interest or two.

i wanna fall so in love (with you and no one else) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: after so many failed attempts at romance, phil’s ready to just quit and become a spinster. enter dan howell, a sarcastic and crude editor that may or may not be flirting with an oblivious dumbass...

it's too easy to hate you (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan doesn't like phil. in fact, he hates phil. he does not like phil at all. never. (so why does dan's heart malfunction when phil is around?)

...okay, he might like phil a little.

an enemies-to-lovers teacher au with a twist.

kamikaze (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: For most pirates, the Isle of Riches would sound very appealing. Not for Dan, who got too close to it and witnessed its secrets. Months later, he gets himself taken prisoner aboard Phil’s ship. He’s obnoxious, flirty, and generally a pain in the ass to all on board. But when he gets injured and is forced to let his guard down, Phil finds that Dan isn’t all that he makes himself out to be.

le tour de ton coeur (ao3) - Iittlesparkle

Summary: The bus was about to kick off when Phil saw a lanky man running alongside of it. His curly hair was sweaty, sticking up to his forehead, and his face red. Phil thought it was weird for someone about to do le tour de France. He could hear the guy mumbling from the open window next to him, but he was probably French as Phil couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Putain de bus ! Arrête toi bordel !’’

or the Tour de France AU you didn't know you needed

(Letting You) Sink In (ao3) - obsessive-fics (xoPrincessKayxo)

Summary: When Dan finds himself hostage on a rival pirate ship, it seems like the perfect opportunity to move up the ranks and become captain. What he doesn't expect, however, is the bond he forms with the crew's current captain, Phil.

Lonely in Conflict, Cast as a Convict (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: Dan is a vampire who can’t remember how it feels not to be lonely. Phil is a vampire hunter living in his brother’s shadow.

When they meet, they find acceptance in each other that they don’t find anywhere else, but there are secrets and other forces at play trying to keep them apart.

love is in the air (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: "Amortentia has a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen and its steam rises in characteristic spirals. It’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us.”

or

Phil learns about the most powerful love potion in the world in the most embarrassing way possible.

My Heart's On Fire (how about yours?) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: The entire team that works on “Romeo and James”, a retold version of Shakespeare’s masterpiece “Romeo and Juliet” is full of lovely, funny and kind people that Dan actually enjoys spending time with. But evil takes human form in Philip Michael Lester, the only person on planet earth that Dan would very gladly gift a one-way ticket to Mars, so that he shall never return. (Phil, and Donald Trump perhaps.)

Or: The one where usually, people don’t fall in love with the person that caused their life to fall apart, unless they’re in a cheesy rom-com. Then again, usually people aren’t Dan Howell.

Operation Cupid (ao3) - nebulous_frog

Summary: Dan and Phil are rival camp counsellors- Dan leads an aesthetic cabin and Phil’s cabin is just a mess of arts and crafts supplies and glitter. Maybe their campers can finally make them see how good they are together through a cunning plan they like to call “Operation Cupid”.

Our Flaws Are Aligned (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: Dan and Phil are YouTubers, but they hate each other. Phil is reminded of this when he’s forced to interact with him at the Spain Creator’s Summit. Their situation isn’t helped by their complicated past when their firecracker relationship crashed and burned. When Stop, Speak, Support contacts Phil to be a headlining speaker in their tour across schools in the UK, he is more than excited, until he finds out he’ll working next to his YouTube enemy. Phil doesn’t expect their time planning the tour together to rekindle old feelings he thought he’d long since buried.

Renewable Energy (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan and Phil hated working with each other since a bad business venture, now they are forced to do so again in America. They will need to team up and work together to beat the competition, but can they stop bickering long enough to do so?

santa pally (santa baby) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Phil grabs the first name off the top and hands the pot over. His hands are shaking when he unfolds it and– well fuck.

There, in Mr. Fowler’s familiar print, is written: Dan Howell.

scratch bark bite (oh, love me, i lied) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Music & Drama teacher Dan Howell has a well-known rivalry with his coworker, English teacher Phil Lester.

An unforeseen event flips everything Dan thought he knew about Phil and himself on its head. Slowly but surely, the grudge withers, and the two of them cross the line between enemy and friend. But what will happen when their true intents and feelings get revealed? And was what they had ever really a rivalry? Was it even mutual?

The Meeting Place (It's a Pastel/Punk Thing) (ao3) - AnotherPhanficWriter

Summary: Pretty boy Dan is a little pastel wearing homosexual (out and proud) and can't wait to go to university in the next few months, while his punk bad ass neighbor and classmate, Phil, wants nothing more than to cause havoc, ruin plans, party and smoke. Dan and Phil go on a school trip and on the way back are in the St Pancras train station next to The Meeting Place statue, this is where the two boys are placed under a spell. The two wake up the next day to find that they've switched bodies.

The Night of Christmas Eve (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: “I know we hate each other but it’s Christmas Eve and your flight was cancelled, please come outside.”

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phanfiction #phan #masterlists #enemiestofriendstolovers masterlist #enemiestofriendstolovers

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Jonathan: (singing sadly) "🎵On the first day of Christmas...my true love...sent to meeeeeee🎵"

Dio: "Alright, fine, FINE! You've been moping about how lonely the holidays have been for, like, only the last 100 years or so! Fine, I'LL DO IT! Maybe you'll finally shut up about it!"

(some dark holiday magic later)

Jonathan: "A present just for me? Why thank you dear brother!" *narrows his eyes suspiciously* "This is too small to be a new body. Don't tell me it's a chicken body or cat body or something just to make fun of me--"

Dio: "just open the box dammit"

Jonathan: (pries open the ribbon with his mouth) "Is it really..."

Erina: "Jojooooo! Oh how I missed you dearly!"

Dio: *sighs* "You insisted. But thanks to I, Dio--"

Erina: *glares at Dio* "LISTEN HERE YOU, I AGREED TO THIS CAUSE YOU SAID I'LL GET TO SEE JOJO AGAIN. THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE YOU" (spits jar juice spitefully in his general direction)

Dio: *flinches*

Jonathan: *crying tears of joy* "IT REALLY IS YOU, NO ONE ELSE CAN BRUISE DIO'S EGO THE WAY YOU DO"

Vanilla: *walks in with Steely Dan and Alessi on leashes* Sire, I'm going to take these two for walkies and- Oh!! Oh my goodness! Who is this? I need to get another leash. *Walks out with the other two heads*

Erina: Eh- LEASH?! Why you...!! *Jumps on Dio's head and starts bouncing on him, her neck base pounding into the top of his head*

Jonathan: *happily watching the chaos* What a wonderful holiday! It's so amazing to have you back, my beloved!

Dio: AGH! ACK! OOF! *Stops abruptly while Erina is still bouncing on his head* talk about a headache.... GAH! AH! OW!

#ask tippy #THAT'S SO FREAKING CUTE 😭😭😭 It's wholesome in a weird way fjfkfjdjdkskd- #jonathan's head #erina's head #so yes head? *fixes skateboard* #dio my beloved #vanilla my sweet #steely dan the bully #alessi the bully #long post #happy holidays everyone!! #sapphire heartverse

[jackdaw-sprite]

Ectober 22 - Favor

What does it mean, to have the favor of someone like Clockwork?

Warnings: None, other than general creepiness? References to a child in very poor health.

Word Count: ~3450

The doctor's mouth was still moving, but it wasn't making any sound. That was odd, Dan decided. He was feeling a floating sort of detachment. A sense of unreality cushioned him, wrapped him in cotton and began towing him under.

Surely, this had to be a dream. A nightmare.

She fell out of his way and suddenly he was in the hall, cool lighting casting the hospital-mint walls in a deathly glow.

He had to get out, he had to leave here before it became real, before--

He jammed a finger on the elevator call button and oh, waiting was no good, he couldn't wait for the elevator it would take forever to come. He shoved open the staircase door and stumbled down, footsteps echoing too loud off concrete walls and metal railings.

Everything was so harsh.

He couldn't, he couldn't--

There, the ground floor exit. He fell against it and it clacked open. Why was everything so loud?

Harsh lights again, buzzing from the lights or no, lights hadn't buzzed in decades, that was just his head, his head.

He fled through the doors at the hospital entrance and finally found he could breathe again.

He took a great, choking gasp and then another, lungs heaving as the words finally penetrated into his brain.

No.

No! He couldn't lose his daughter, not like this. Anna wasn't--he was supposed to die before her. Children were supposed to outlive their parents! He couldn't, why hadn't he been there?

And now Anna was--

She was.

They'd mentioned hospice, he thought. Hospice, for those who could only be made comfortable.

Mom had gone, before the end.

No.

He couldn't accept that.

Another shuddering gasp, and why hadn't he ever picked up smoking? He hadn't become an astronaut, in the end. It wouldn't have kept him from his lifetime of astrophysics lectures and academia. Why couldn't he have something to try and shorten his own life, to soothe the ragged pain now tearing its way through his chest?

His daughter!

More huffs of air. It occurred to him that they hurt, now. The January night was icy in the cruelest sort of way, air cutting into his flesh at the seams of his clothes, clawing at his chest where his coat lay open.

He should probably close it.

He didn't. Instead, Dan looked up.

Past the glaring lights surrounding the hospital, to the night sky. A few decades ago there'd been several initiatives to reduce light pollution across the country and at least he had that, now.

At least he could look on the stars he loved as he wondered what to do.

They were so cold.

He was so cold.

Anna would be--

No.

She couldn't.

He'd do anything. Pay any price.

His mother was gone, and he'd lost faith in his parents' ghost stories before he ever left the house. He'd lost it the day their portal, their beloved magnum opus, had failed.

But something...

Maybe.

If there was even a scrap of truth to those stories, then...

Danny, his mother had told him, the memory now scratched and hazy with time, Danny, don't ever, ever make a deal with them. And don't ever plead. Or promise out loud. You never know if they're listening.

He'd done it as a rebellious teenager, of course. A couple of times, just to prove his parents the fools twice over. Ghosts weren't real.

He'd never meant it, though. Never said it with intention.

"Plea--" his voice caught, descended into a hacking cough. The air out here was frigid.

"Please. Please, if anyone's listening. I don't care who, I'll do anything to let her live her life, to let her be happy."

Silence. His knees nearly buckled.

"She's my daughter. Please!"

His breath clouded in the light from the street lamps.

Distantly, there was the sound of traffic.

...

He should've known, shouldn't even have bothered. Of course nothing happened. What was he thinking? His parents had been hacks before they died. The punchline to an elaborate joke, to the scientific community. He'd spent all of his twenties and half his thirties working to overcome their reputation.

And here he was, acting his daughter's age. Believing in the fantasy his parents had wasted their lives on, that he thought he'd given up on when he was 14.

Oh, god. She was only 14.

"Anything?"

Dan froze, too aware of the perfect silence which now surrounded him. Except for--

One voice and many, a wash of echoing whispers from above, all coalescing into a single point.

Impossible.

"Anything at all?" repeated the stars. And they folded themselves into the shape of a boy.

Dan stumbled back, the scrape of his boots against concrete loud in the overwhelming quiet.

"You said anything," said the boy.

"I--I didn't mean--"

"You did," it insisted. "Of course you did. Anything. Anything at all, for family."

Was Dan having a heart attack? Maybe he wouldn't outlive Anna, after all. Maybe it would end here, with this--what was it? It didn't look like any ghost he'd ever imagined. But then.

Go back far enough, and ghost stories and faerie tales become the same, whispered Maddie Fenton, from decades in the past.

"What?" Dan rasped.

The figure cocked its head. Its body was a flat hole to the cosmos. Dan couldn't read its expression except for the eyes burning like stars in its face.

"What are you?"

The ghost, the fairy, barked a laugh. "What do you think I am, Daniel James Fenton? Who do you think would listen to you, out of all the desperate fathers in the world?"

"I don't--"

It floated nearer, the angle of its head mocking. "It doesn't matter what I am, I don't think." Its voice was arctic, sharp. Echoing. "Nor who I am."

"Not to you."

Alien.

It continued. "I think you only care about what it is that I can give you."

"I didn't--" Dan's heart was beating too fast in his chest. Was the ice eating its way through it from the winter cold, or from this creature?

"It's a fair price, you know. I don't intervene for just anyone. I spend my time on other duties, not stalking humans for deals. But you have something rare."

What?

"Something precious," it lingered on the last word, descending closer to the ground. To Dan.

"What...what is it?" Dan asked. Then, hastily, "and what would you give me?"

The ghost sounded like it was grinning. He couldn't see its teeth, but its eyes were upturned crescent moons. "In return, Anna's life, full. Happy, healthy." How did it know her name.

Keep your spine straight and don't show them fear.

"You didn't answer the first part, ghost."

"Free will."

Was that laughter in its voice?

"What?"

"In return, your free will. Incredible, isn't it? I don't think you'll miss it."

It was laughter. The ghost was outright cackling now, like it had told a particularly funny joke.

He hadn't thought a ghost would be this emotive, however skewed they were.

"And that's a joke to you, is it?" Dan hadn't meant his tone to be so forceful, but frustration and anxiety were churning in his chest. This--this thing was holding his daughter's life over him.

Taunting him.

The ghost's eyes dimmed from searing titanium white to a cooler yellow as the humor vanished from its voice.

"Well, no. It's a punchline, okay? To an inside joke."

Well, Dan couldn't begin to guess what was funny about his free will even if he were in a better mood. He swallowed. Was this ghost even sane?

Did it matter, if it could do what it said?

Anna, grown and happy. Healthy. Color in her cheeks, joy on her face, hair streaming in the wind--

But what did it want?

"Why are you doing this?" Dan demanded.

The ghost didn't swing back into raucous good humor. Instead, it hung where it was, seeming to think.

"I can't give you a full explanation. Like I said, that'd take too long."

The ghost hadn't said.

"But, I can give you enough information to figure part of it out yourself. It's only...fair, I guess."

Light crawled over the ghost's form, and it dropped to the ground. In its place stood a young boy, about Anna’s age. About her build, too. She'd gotten it from him.

Him.

Dan had looked that face in the mirror for over four decades, now. It had age lines these days, a second chin from too many cafeteria doughnuts and too little exercise. But.

He was looking at himself, as he had been when he was a teenager.

He reared back.

"What the hell is this, is this--is this some kind of sick joke?"

The ghost smiled then, and its teeth were wrong. Long. Sharp.

"You'd hope so, wouldn't you?"

It wasn't the manic grin he'd heard in its voice before. It was softer. A little rueful.

If nothing else, this ghost was good at pretending human emotions when it tried. As if to prove the point, it scuffed a shoe on the concrete. For an instant, it looked for all the world like one of his daughter's classmates. Awkward and unsure in an uncomfortable situation.

Reflexively, Dan found himself searching for an out for him before remembering who he was dealing with. What.

The boy spoke again. "But that's the price. Give Anna a good life, a full life. Guarantee it. And in return, the free will you've enjoyed all yours."

He was going to do this, Dan realized. How stupid was that? He didn't even really know what this kid meant by free will, or what he was giving up. But he'd asked for help at any price, and he really was willing to pay it.

Dan swallowed. Like the ghost said. Anything.

Anything, for family.

"What--" his voice caught. Was he about to say goodbye to everything he'd ever known? Would he be a robot, an automaton after this? What would the ghost even do with his free will?

"What will it be like, without it?"

The boy's expression didn't change at the slip of intention. Instead, he tilted his head, considering.

"In general? I don't think you'll miss it. Or notice you don't have it, really."

There was a moment of contemplative silence. The boy's eyes were downcast, lips twisted a little at some hidden irony.

"I mean, I missed it, but I haven't had it since the day I was born, so it's really more like I missed the thought of it, you know?" He looked up at Dan.

Dan didn't know.

"You never had it?" The ghost didn't seem like a robot. He was a long way from human but he had a personality. Thoughts.

"Nope!" He popped the p, rocking back on his heels.

But Dan had gotten distracted from what he really wanted to know.

"What happens to me if I say yes?"

The ghost's smile was soft. Fond, almost.

"At first? Nothing. You get the rest of your life with your daughter. He wouldn't hurt you by taking that. Your choices...matter just as much as they do in most timelines." The ghost's lips quirked and for a moment Dan thought he might start laughing again.

Instead, it continued, warmth coloring its voice.

"After, well. That's good, too. You get family, love. You get to spend the rest of your days learning about space. You'll have a purpose, be happy. Ghosts like us, we can't be unhappy doing what we do."

"Like us."

"Yeah."

"I'll be like you, then?"

Apparently, there was something funny about that. Dan thought he might have an idea why.

"Yeah."

"That sounds..."

"Nice? Too good to be true?" His voice was cooler again.

"Yes."

The boy was outright smiling again now, sharp and sad and knowing.

"In return for your free will, since you were born? Across every timeline?"

"Every--"

Dan didn't care.

Even if the ghost had told him he'd be tortured to the end of his days, he didn't care.

And really, hadn't he already done it? The ghost had his face. Maybe there was something funny about free will, after all.

He cast a final look at the heavens. One last moment, free.

Funny how they'd always been associated with fate.

He stuck out his hand.

"Fine. I accept."

The boy seized his hand with a smile. It was wild, sharp enough to cut. His nails pressed like pinpricks against the back of Dan's hand.

He shook once, a single, abrupt motion.

Then, he vanished. With him, he took the too-bright parking lot at the foot of the county hospital. The night sky winked out soon after.

Dan was, quite abruptly, inside.

Distant sounds of neighbors filtered through the closed window. The antique clock, a gift from Jazz, ticked in the silence.

This was his study.

Dan sat a moment, stunned. Then, he was up, flinging his chair back fast enough that it slammed into the table behind him. He flailed at the doorknob he couldn't quite see in the darkness, hurled the door open and himself through it, taking the stairs two at a time to see--

Anna, alive, happy, healthy in the kitchen, working on her homework. He seized her in a great hug.

"Dad, what?"

He caught a whiff of her favorite shampoo, and tears came to his eyes. She hadn't been home to use it for weeks, she'd been stuck in that wretched, awful place as the life crept out of her body.

"Daaaaaad!"

He had thought he would have to bury her.

Dan couldn't bring himself to regret the deal he'd just made. Wasn't it the duty of a parent, to do everything in their power to make sure their child ended up happy and healthy?

No matter what? ---

"Clockwork?"

The ghost turned at his name. Daniel was framed in the doorway, rubbing sleep from dark bags beneath his eyes.

"Yes, Daniel?"

"Can I watch you work?"

"Of course."

Daniel settled into his usual perch on one of the slow-moving gears.

The child had woken from a nightmare a few minutes ago. In a few more, Daniel would need to talk. Until then, he would benefit most if Clockwork were simply a calm, nearby presence.

He returned to his screens, pretending to work to give Daniel the time to formulate his questions.

"Clockwork?"

"Yes, Daniel?"

"I..."

It was a difficult question to ask. Clockwork waited.

"Am I...would they." Daniel halted. "Do they--?"

He moved closer, put his hand on Daniel's shoulder. It seemed to give the boy the strength to finish his sentence.

"Would they choose me, or their work?"

Unsaid, the question unwound between them. Would they still love me, if they knew? Would they accept me, or try to fix me? Would they just see me as research? A new project?

And the answer...Clockwork couldn't truthfully give the answer his child so desperately wished to hear.

He couldn't control the actions of Madeline and Jack Fenton. Not really.

Clockwork needed an invitation to alter fate so thoroughly. And he hadn't received it for the Fenton parents. Daniel would never give him that permission. Would never think to do so.

At Clockwork's silence, Daniel emitted a tiny "Oh." Then, his shoulders began to shake.

Clockwork wrapped him in a hug, letting his cloak surround the child, holding him tight to his chest.

Clockwork could not fix Daniel's parents. Could not mend the rift in that family, could not make them suddenly into reasonable people, mindful parents.

Not without preventing Daniel's birth, which was unacceptable.

He could reassure, though. Comfort.

Clockwork began to speak in a low, gentle voice.

"You deserve love, Daniel. Always believe that." He stroked a hand through Daniel's hair. "I would know, wouldn't I?"

"I love you, Daniel. I love you so, so much. You're so wonderful, so curious and clever and quick and kind."

"I will always love you, Daniel. Always."

There was sniffling. Poor child.

"Even, time?"

Clockwork knew what Daniel was asking. Ancients could not help but put their obsession above everything else, before everything else. Clockwork's was time. But he'd found a loophole. A beautiful, gorgeous little loophole with Daniel at the center of it.

Time and space were linked. What benefited, what protected one would protect the other as well.

"Shh, Daniel," Clockwork whispered into his child's ear.

In every timeline in which he existed, Daniel adored the stars.

"If I would ever, could ever need to choose between you and time, I wouldn't have picked you."

There was no Ancient of Space. Yet.

“I don’t need to choose, to make you happy.”

Ancients lasted a long, long while. They could not be anything but content with their existence. How could they be otherwise? They had a singular purpose driving through the core of them and eons in which to pursue it. And they had the power to fulfill their purpose to its utmost.

Time times happiness, times the timelines it happened in. It was a simple equation, with a simple result: what was best for Daniel was what was best for time. And space.

"You'll always be happy, in the end."

Even better: the strength of an Ancient's obsession would erode anything that made them unhappy with their lot. Clockwork certainly didn't miss those old worries.

Daniel wouldn't, either.

"I made sure of it."

Eventually.

For some reason, Daniel didn't seem comforted by this. Clockwork contemplatively scanned the near future, running a gloved hand through his child's hair. That usually helped.

"'ree will?" Daniel mumbled.

"Hm?"

"What about free will?"

"What about it?"

"Doesn't that mean I don't have it?"

Clockwork hummed, idly. "What's your point?"

Daniel froze.

Ah. Clockwork could see the problem, now. The solution was easy enough.

He waited for Daniel to speak again.

"...I'm kinda attached to my free will, Clockwork."

First, clarify the situation.

"You've never had it." He hugged his child closer. "Have you missed it at all?"

"...Yes?"

"But you didn't even notice it was missing."

Daniel was silent, so Clockwork continued.

"I think you like the idea of free will."

Express sympathy.

"It's certainly an interesting one. I can see why you would want it."

Even if it required a little white lie here and there.

Daniel began to radiate anxiety, so Clockwork purred a little to soothe him.

"But what kind of guardian would I be if I let you truly risk permanent harm? A poor one. Besides," he added. "I don't have it either. Do I seem unhappy to you?"

Daniel started a little -- surprise? -- but the question got Daniel to speak again.

"A little."

Clockwork huffed a laugh into Daniel's hair. "There's a difference between grumpy and unhappy. I'm content with my place, despite certain annoyances. And I'm certainly happy when I'm spending time with you."

Daniel's posture slackened a bit at that. Good.

Clockwork let the moment linger. Savored the close contact.

Finally: offer a concession. A distraction. Like a joke told to children receiving a shot.

"If you really are attached to the idea, I suppose I could let you have a side timeline with it. On some conditions."

"...Which ones?"

"It can't be one where the portal works."

Daniel shifted in his arms.

Clockwork explained. "I refuse to let any version of you suffer through your ghost-born struggles by yourself. And you must have a good chance at a happy life."

They were fair terms. More than fair, considering the risk.

"Okay."

But then, Clockwork already knew the outcome even without interfering.

"And, you must be able to ask for help. It wouldn't be right to deny that version of you help if he wanted it, right?"

Daniel was slow to respond. "...right."

Clockwork already knew which timeline he would tease apart from the main line. From a certain perspective, he'd already done it.

After all, he had needed an invitation to intervene so heavily as he had. And the Observants' original demands had only requested a resolution to a single mess. Not nearly enough to keep Daniel safe and happy. Not nearly as much as Clockwork wanted.

"There you go. Do you feel better?" Clockwork hoped so. He hated hearing Daniel so distraught, even over such odd things.

He loved his son so very much.

"I guess."

Not entirely true. But it would be.

"Good." He held Daniel until the boy shifted uncomfortably in his arms, wanting to return to bed.

"Good night, Daniel. Sleep well."

"Goodnight, Clockwork"

As long as Daniel was happy, after all.

Wasn't it the duty of a parent, to do everything in their power to make sure their child ended up happy and healthy?

No matter what?

#ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectober month 2021 #ectoberhaunt treat #danny phantom #danny phantom dp #clockwork dp #lost time dp #jackdaw-spwrite #jackdraw-spwrite

[bwoahtastic]

SKSKSKSK look (idkiwp wedding) just daniel suddenly in the middle of max giving birth having the realization that the baby can‘t be kelly‘s because,,well,, and he goes…“whose baby even is it??“ sksksk and max just glares up at him and is like „yours, you idiot, who else‘s would it be!“

daniel sits there like ohhhh. 😳 (and max then quietly whispering there is no one other than you…and it‘s that confirmation for dan that max still loves him too🙂🥺) ANYWAYS IDKIWP WEDDING MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED PLS I NEED THIS FIC

Djdjcjdck

Daniel having an epiphany about the baby being his and Max is exasperated but realises then how much he adores and loves his dumbass?? And Max not letting go of Dan's hand the whole time and he is so scared but knows dan will keep him safe cos even if he has 1 braincell his heart is amazing.

Mqx just babbling he loved Dan and shouldn't have left and Dan just tells him they will have that convo later, when the baby is there dddj

Like 0 coherent thoughts anywhere

#asks #idkiwp wedding

[imagineddworld]

Favorite victim

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: You are Fred’s favorite prank victim, which creates a lot of hatred towards one another. Until a mistletoe proofs you both wrong.

Word count: 2 k (2000) 

Author’s note: I am so sorry for being this unactive. Also sorry for the lack of quality. University is taking up all my time and has given me a headache that lasts for a week already. Thanks for understanding. I hope you enjoy this shorter fic.x

You and Fred had a complex friendship, if it even could be considered that. He always seemed to take the piss with you. For some unknown reason you were his favorite pranking victim. It all had started innocent. Hiding your ties, placing your books at the highest shelves that were impossible to reach, and switching your ropes with one of the other houses. Putting potions in your food that made it taste odd, made you sneeze, and made your voice a high pitched squeak. But over time they became more evil. The potions no longer got their innocence. They coloured your hair in plenty vibrant colours, made your nose bleed, and made you cough up feathers. The twins put traps everywhere, so you would trip and get covered in a thick, stinky liquid. In class they made your books explode, messed up your potions so you would end up with a loud explosion to the face and getting covered with whatever concoction was in the cauldron. 

It was getting out of hand. Last week they had replaced your soap with one of their own brewed ones. It was supposed to make your head purple, but instead you had started to swell up. Your face felt as if it was about to pop. You angrily approached them during breakfast. “Thanks a lot mate. Good luck explaining to McGonagall why I can’t attend her class”, you threw the soap at them, shaking your head in disappointment. “This hurts a lot”, you said through gritted teeth, before leaving them. You quickly headed over to the hospital wing for the umpteenth time. Later on you found out that you had a bad allergic reaction to one of the oils the twins had put in their soap. Your swelling first got worse, before it vanished. You barely could open your eyes and breathing had became difficult too, but luckily it faded soon enough. Their stupid little prank had resulted in you spending a good few days in the hospital wing. As soon as you were released form your bedrest, you gave the twins a lecture about the dangers of their pranks. Luckily for you they never used that oil ever again. But they managed to cross the line many more times in various other ways. You started to grow more hatred towards the beloved twins. One day they would actually kill you. 

Today they had stolen your alarm clock. You were woken up by annoyingly loud ticking noises coming from your closet. Over time it grew louder and more unbearable. As if being late wasn’t bad enough, they also had to steal all your clothes and replace them by those idiotic toys. They didn’t even had any specific shape, just odd metal forms. As if a robot and car got merged together but had melted during the process. After you finally found some clothes, hidden somewhere safe, you stormed out in search for the redheads. They were sat in the common room, happily chatting with some other students. “Weasley!”, you slammed the door shut behind you, angrily stumping your feet on the ground as you made your way over to him.  “I swear to Merlin, If i find another of your stupid little - toys- I will personally stick all of them up your throat till you choke to death”. As you were yelling at Fred, you had earned the attention of the whole common room. Even if the constant bickering had become a daily routine, they still waited impatiently for the scene in front of them to unravel into your usual fights. “Wow (Y/n), relax”, Fred showed his famous smirk. He stood up, meeting you halfway of the common room. He towered over your small frame, looking challenging into your eyes. But two could play his game, you didn’t budged as you gave him your darkest, murderous glare. You raised your eyebrow as a signal for him to explain himself, already knowing that only nonsense would be spewing from his mouth. “It was just a joke. Not even a dangerous one-”, the last part of his sentence got cut off by a loud exploding sound coming from the girls sleeping room. Or more specific, your closet. At the same time, the toy in your hand had exploded as well. You let out a scream of shock, while throwing the lightly smoking object to where Fred’s feet were. He jumped as a reflex. His face turned angry for a slight moment, but you could care less. You were beyond furious. The day were he would succeed in killing you, would came sooner than you had thought. “Not dangerous?! Not da-dan- Are you joking me?!”, you stuttered due to your overwhelming emotions, mostly furiousness and hatred. “Well, that’s kind of the point”, he cocked as if nothing had happened. As if he didn’t just could have injured someone really badly with his stupid prank. “I still could have been in there”, you said, hitting him on the chest to have more impact on him. “Someone could have gotten hurt, or worse -” Which each word that left your mouth, you hit him a bit harder. But he didn’t moved at all, he just grinned down at you. As a foolish idiot, loving the sight of your angered state. His smug face only made your anger worse. Nothing would ever sink in his brain, he just brushed it off. You wanted to comment on it, but found yourself unable to. You were just going to waste your time, so you decided to storm off to somewhere you wouldn’t need to see his face again. Somewhere you could calm down. 

Once you vanished out of the room and the watching crowd returned back to their daily routines, George stepped up to his brother. “Well well, Freddy. You know we are meant to play nice”, he smiled with a hint of a smirk hiding in the corner of his lip. “Shut it. I’ll play nice when she does”, He glowered, looking like a grumpy little child. “Oooh, so you want her to play nice with you”, George teased, as he wiggled his eyebrows at his twin. “Shut up”, Fred responded again, leaving his twin alone. George just smiled and shook his head at the foolishness of his brother. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t saw Fred’s face until your study session. You were nearly done with your potions essay, when a huge amount of ink fell out of the sky. Your clothes were soaked by the black liquid. As you looked down to your desk, you saw your essay covered in huge spots. “Noo”, you said a bit too loud, voice lightly cracking from your exhaustion. Your head shot towards the chuckling sound. “You”, you spat out, as if he were a poison in your mouth. You murderously glared at Fred while approaching him. “What have I done”, he smiled innocent. You bit down on your teeth, clenching your jaw. It was hard not to slap him across the face right now. You dug your fingernails into your palm, while deeply breathing in. “Do I really need to explain it?!”, you grumbled through gritted teeth. “Be my guest”, he smiled, beaming with excitement and mischief. His hands rested on his hips with much attitude. “You- Ruined - My- Essay”, with each word you stepped forwards, closing the gap between the two of you. You slapped your essay onto his chest, staining his clothes with the black ink. “I’ve spent days on it. And you know for a fact that Snape won’t care”, you pushed him away from you, making him stumble the slightest bit. “Ruin your own essay for once”, you said in a small voice, as the previous event slowly started to sink in. You were devastated, all your hard work was for nothing. Your eyes started to water a little. You were exhausted, not only from the long nights you had spend on the now ruined essay; but also because of how draining these pranks had gotten. Ever one of them gave you more reasons to hate these beloved twins.

As you looked up from your ink-covered hands, you saw Fred with a dumbfounded look on his face. Only seconds ago, he was beaming with joy. “What?”, you asked harsh, but nowhere near the intensity it usual would have. He gave no response, so you sighed and tried to walk off. But you found yourself unable to do so. A force kept you in place. “What do you want?”, you muttered in a mix of anger and despair. You were too exhausted and too distressed to have a fight. “Just let me go”, you said with a much softer voice. You were still turned away from him, as you were trying to hold in your tears. “I don’t have a hold of you... I thought you had a hold on me”, he said slow, confusion knitting his eyebrows together. “What? Why would I-”, you started, turning your head back in his direction. As you eyes trailed to his face, you caught sight of something green above Fred’s head. You let out a frustrated sight as you realized what it was. Stupid mistletoe and its bright green leaves.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, totally over this whole situation. You desperately tried to free yourself with some spells. But the mistletoe wouldn’t move, neither could any of you. “(Y/n), you know that won’t work. You should know that. You are lots better at charms than me”, Fred said, sounding sincere. A unexpected heat raised to your face. Fred Weasley just had given you a compliment, what a rarity. “But we need a way to get out of here before any teacher catches us out past curfew”. You used the lame excuse. You truly didn’t care if you were out past curfew or even got caught. You just wanted to get away from Fred before he could pick up on your emotions. Not that he would care. Everything just seemed to be a joke to him, surely when it included you. “I know a way”, he responded casually. But you were unimpressed, showing it clearly with your facial expressions. “Trust me, okay?”, he muttered softly, his voice almost coming out as a whisper. His big hand cupped your cheek, leaving a warmth at the place where your skins touched. “Just this once”, you replied, before his sweet lips pressed against yours. His other hand went to the small of your back, pulling your body tighter to his chest. Your hands lightly tugged on the fabric his shirt, staining it even more with the black liquid. Neither of you caring how big of a mess it would be. 

The kiss lasted longer than you had expected. You melted in his touch, losing yourself in the heavenly kiss. Your hands found their way to his jaw and the back of his neck, leaving a trail of blackness everywhere you had touched his soft skin. Only when you broke apart to breath, you realized what had happened. Your eyes slowly fluttered open. You were met with a grinning Fred, who now also was covered in the black liquid. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction he wanted. He was not going to get you that easily. “This changes nothing, Weasley”, you suppressed the smile that desperately wanted to curl your lips upwards. You turned away from him, relieved that you finally could move again. You were about to head over to your belongings, when he pulled you back by your arm. “Well, I think it does, (Y/l/n)”, he grinned the biggest smile he had ever had, “Mistletoe only sticks to people who have feelings for each other”. The smug bastard. Of course he would know such a thing. As he pulled you in for a second kiss, you couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred hp #fred x reader #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #weasley twins #fluff #Fluffy Imagine

[aliypop]

Youth (OC Character)

Wordcount: 635

Warning : Angst 

A/N: so this is my first Lost Boys fic with my new character Tiffany Monroe I wanted to write something to test out her Personality so I hope you guys like it! this idea was made possible by @a-supernatural-writer​

Translations :  Ma chérie s'il te plait arrête cette folie = My darling please stop this madness

Hé, tête de merde =  Hey, shit head

douleur dans mon cul est de retour = pain in my ass is back

Tiffany sat in Laddie's nest as she sang him a lullaby that she sang to a golden curly-haired girl that she once knew: The boys and Star, however, had been out hunting, and since Laddie was so small, Tiffany promised to stay with him. Watching as he fell asleep, she noticed all the toys surrounding him that Max gave him out of guilt for turning a 6-year old into a vampire. Brushing his golden hair from his face, it reminded her of,

"Claudia ... you don't mean that..." Tiffany sighed: what as her heart broke when she heard the young vampire's cries of how much she hated Louis and Lestat.  Her already pale brown skin grew lighter from every shriek and scream. From Lestat taunting her about never growing up to her cutting her curls, " Ma chérie s'il te plait arrête cette folie." Tiffany asked as she stood next to Claudia. 

"Why would you care... you're a part of them too..."  

"Because I want to understand you..." 

"Have you seen the boys..." Max asked, dismissing how Laddie had been fast asleep or the fact there was a tear in Tiffany's eyes. To say that she liked max was an understatement of her icy glare towards him. Tiffany tolerated him, but most importantly, got on his nerves.  "What's it to you ..." she rolled her eyes, lightning bolt earrings dangling from her ear. 

"Show some respect, young lady..."  Max growled, placing his hand under her chin: she knew that if the boys had seen him do that, they'd have gone feral. "I'm 199 years old... so piss off..." she flashed her fangs: as she went back to tending to Laddie, who tossed and turned. "It's okay, I'm here..." she said, as Max placed another dinosaur plushie down next to him. Dark brown eyes looked up while wisps of curly black hair followed suit to fly out of her face.

 " You can buy him all the gifts in the world... but it won't make him hate you, it'll only..." 

"What do you know about children." he snarled. 

"I raised a child that wasn't mine... I  couldn't save her. " a flash of her curls ran across her mind, "Louis couldn't save her..." her head hung low, " Not even whatever god out there could save her..." clinging onto Laddie's hand Tiffany looked up at Max rage and regret in her eyes "I will not let you take of him what Lestat took of her..." 

"And what’s that." 

" His childhood." Tiffany sighed, "Children aren't weapons for murder." she stood up, walking towards the main floor of the cave: she could hear her beloved boys coming back from their hunt. The scent of both David and Dwayne driving her wild. Chinese takeout food was under the arms of Star while Paul was already trying through to the wonton soup.  

"HEY TIF WHERE ARE YA!" Marko shouted from the top of his lungs. 

"Hé, la tête de merde! cut it out Laddie's sleep." Tiffany punched Marko in the arm. Both David and Dwayne walked in as they could feel the pain of memories that Tiffany had, the two wanted to pry, but of course, they knew it was better to wait. 

"Kitten, you okay," he asked, putting out his cigarette giving her a quick feverish kiss.

"What makes you ask that," she mumbled, watching as Max walked out. " Seems the douleur dans mon cul est de retour..."  watching as the boys gave dopey grins at her french. Tiffany wanted nothing more than to uppercut Max into the sun, and yet Marko knew she'd actually do it. 

 "You'll consider it one day dear..." Max said as he walked out of the cave "We'll be a family..." he said in a sing-song tone.

"When you burn in hell..." 

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x oc #Laddie #new character #interview with a vampire #lestat #claudia #louis #marko #paul #star #david #dwayne #max

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Out of Time (9)

First/Last

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Word Count: 4248

Previously: After realizing there's three possible outcomes of a looming battle with Dan, Danny asks Valerie, Dani and Vlad for their help.

Now: The calm before the storm. Aka things are about to hit the fan.

Link to the next chapter will be in the replies once posted. As always - please let me know what you think!

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"Danny- you in here?" Jazz asked, opening her brother's door tentatively. To her surprise, she saw both Danny and Phantom in the room, both looking sombre and upset. She frowned slightly, looking between the two like a hawk. "Are you okay?"

Danny's eyes briefly flashed green as Phantom disappeared, smiling at his sister. "Yeah," he replied softly. His blue eyes watched her as she crossed her arms determinedly.

"Good, cause we're ready for you." Jazz observed Danny closely as he stood up straighter, a quiet reservation embodying him. She frowned as she examined him again. "You sure you're okay? We can postpone-"

"No," Danny said tiredly. "We really can't." He walked over to his sister, ignoring her suspecting gaze as he gave her a hug. Jazz bristled in surprise, but quickly returned it. "Love you," he murmured into her shoulder.

"I love you too," she replied, pulling away from the hug. She poked his nose affectionately, making the younger teen scramble away with a scowl. "Now come on, you're needed Ghost Boy."

With a devious smirk, Danny transformed and grabbed his sister by her arms. He turned them both intangible and flew up to the Ops Center. He dropped Jazz unceremoniously to the ground as he turned tangible again.

"Ugh! Danny!" Jazz protested, shivering slightly. "Give me warning next time!"

Danny chuckled, floating in the air as he watched Jazz try and recover. "You're the one who said they were ready. Where's that Ghost Getter attitude?" he teased.

Jazz glared half-heartedly at her brother before sighing. "C'mon," she said, gesturing to the crowded Ops Center.

Both Fenton children made their way into the room, weaving through many of Frostbite's subjects as they attempted to reach their parents. Maddie, Jack, Sam and Tucker were crowded around one of the screens. Jack saw them first.

"Kids! There you are!" he boomed, causing Sam and Tucker to jump in surprise. "Vladdy's on the T.V."

Danny exchanged frowns with his sister as they moved the screen. Vlad was sitting at his desk in the Mayor's office, looking stoic and political as the T.V. station ran a banner underneath him labelling it as a mayoral address.

"Citizens of Amity Park," Vlad began. Danny rolled his eyes at the condescending tone his arch-enemy used. "As you've been aware, local hero Danny Phantom has held a large dome of energy around our beloved town for the past four days. After a brief meeting with Phantom this afternoon, we now have true confirmation of what is afoot."

Maddie turned to her son, frowning in disapproval. "You went to Vlad?"

Danny shrugged. "He needed to know what was going on. The last thing we want is him making a story up and it causes people to get hurt." He turned back to the press conference.

"There is a dangerous ghost making its way through the Ghost Zone," Vlad continued. "Dangerous enough to cause many ghosts to take refuge here in our world. Phantom has put up this shield in order to protect our town from harm." Vlad folded his hands together, looking very grim. "However, this ghost has challenged our resident ghost and has thus threatened the safety of this town. Tomorrow, these two will clash somewhere in our world, with Phantom unsure of how much protection he can give us.

"The Fentons and I have created a contingency plan in case Phantom's shield is compromised, however it is very likely that this will rival our run in with the Ghost King last year. Unfortunately, it is too late to evacuate the town. Rest assured that your safety is our number one priority. We are asking you to stay indoors until we determine that it is safe to return to our normal lives. I must implore you all to be careful – the only warning we'll have is if this shield goes down.

"As for Danny Phantom – if you're watching this: Good Luck."

Vlad faded from the screen as Lance Thunder started his analysis on what he just heard. Danny let out a breath as he turned to his parents. "We ready to figure out a plan?"

Jack gave his son a reassuring smile. "You bet kiddo," he told him, leading the way to a large round table. Ethelwulf, Frostbite and Clockwork all sat waiting for them, with many more white yeti ghosts standing behind them. Frostbite grinned readily as he saw Danny approach, while Ethelwulf looked him over searchingly.

Danny ignored them, instead floated above the table and waited for his friends and family to take a seat. Green eyes found the large fold out map of Amity Park with various pieces placed strategically across it. A small frown appeared across his face as he saw the large amount of pieces outside of the shield.

"We still have about 10 hours before Dan attacks," Maddie said, snapping Danny out of his musings. He floated back, giving her his full attention. Maddie pointed to the large group that was furthest away. "Our intel shows that Dan is East of the town gathering his army." She gestured to the rest of the town. "Danny's shield will hold for a bit, but our main priority should be getting the Fenton shield up and running. Once that's up, it should cover the entire town – the only problem is we still can't isolate Dan's ecto-signature from Danny's."

"The good news is between Frostbite and his people, we're able to scan all the ghosts hiding in Amity Park," Jack told the crowd. "This way, the shield will still be able to protect the ghosts and the town from Dan's wrath."

Danny nodded, agreeing with the line of thought so far. "And you'll keep working on the shield?" His parents nodded. His frown deepened as he surveyed the plans now on the table. "We need to keep him out of the city at all costs." Danny moved closer to the table, pointing to a large structure on the map. "Until we get the Fenton shield up, we'll have to be divided." Maddie glanced at her son nervously, but stepped back as he started to take more command at the table. "We'll split up in two teams. Ethelwulf, Frostbite; you both stay here. With Ethelwulf's shield around the Fenton Portal, it's the safest point in all this. If anything goes down, you're the best people to defend it." He traced the outer layer of the map with index finger. "The Red Hunter, Danielle and Plasmius will be at the shield holding back the shadow army. If these things are anything like Vlad's copies, then there's going to be a lot of them."

Maddie and Jack exchanged surprised looks before addressing their son. "Are you sure you can trust Plasmius?" Jack asked him. "Or the Red Hunter for that matter? She did trap you and Danielle a few weeks back."

Danny didn't look up from the map, concentrating hard on his next point when he answered. "We've had truces before," he explained. "It's fine. Besides we'll need all the help we can get."

Frostbite cleared his throat. "My fellow Far Frozen brothers will also protect the town," the yeti ghost told the group in front of them, garnering murmurs of agreement throughout the crowd. "If any of the shadows make it in, we'll be ready Great One."

"Thanks Frostbite," Danny said gratefully, flashing his friend a smile. It quickly disappeared as he continued. "Unfortunately, I think that'll happen sooner rather than later." He turned his gaze to his parents. "No matter what Vlad's said during that press conference, we're going to need people to clear the streets and provide cover if needed."

Maddie stroked her chin in thought. "I think we still have time to reach out to the Ghost Emergency Response team," she said. Seeing the look of confusion on her son's face she elaborated. "We reached out to a few people after the Ghost King attack to help with evacuation efforts in the event we couldn't get to them in time. They'll be able to use some public spaces to get people to safety in a pinch. Plus, this was set up before Vlad was mayor; we don't have to go through him for his approval."

Danny eyed his Mom suspiciously at her tart tone but nodded his consent. "Okay, let's do that," he said. His eyes darted across the map in front of him, before he paused and sighed heavily. "I don't think there's any way I can keep the shield up and fight Dan."

"Especially if you're going to be an idiot and go off alone," Tucker said. Danny scowled at him. "What? We can see your self-sacrificing shtick from a mile away dude."

"Not exactly what I meant," Danny shot back, green eyes running over the map avoiding everyone's gaze. "I'm using my base powers to keep the shield up. If something's attacking it - the best place to keep it up around the town is to be right on it."

"Making you a sitting duck," Ethelwulf finished, yellow eyes scanning the map with quick precision. "Which is what Dan is counting on; he tested your abilities in your last battle. He'll wait until you're distracted before striking."

"Which is where Jazz and I come in," Sam jumped in, moving closer to the table and pointed to various sections of the town. "We can provide cover some extra cover on you from the highest points of the city." She pointed out four large buildings. "If we station ourselves up there, we can hit the ones that close in on Danny's position."

Danny stiffened slightly at the suggestion, eying the pieces outside of the shield again and the other two buildings that Sam had suggested. He let out a breath before looking up at his family and friends. "We'll need more than just you two. Mom, Dad, Jazz and Sam will be on these four buildings," Danny grabbed four mini pieces that indicated their side of the battle and placed them on the map. "Tucker, you'll be at FentonWorks working on the shield and be our eyes while we're out there. Apart from my parents, you're the only one who can work on those calculations." He moved another piece. "I'll be at the top of the shield, keeping it up until the Fenton shield is ready. Then we can regroup here and think about our next phase of attack."

"And if your shield goes down before the Fenton one is ready?" Sam asked sceptically.

Danny floated above the table, looking grim. "Then we fight," he said simply. He floated above the crowd, his face reserved as he surveyed the crowded ops center. "This won't be easy," he told the crowd. "In a different time, he destroyed the entire world. I want to say we'll make it… but there's no guarantee that we'd be back. If we fail – our worlds as we know them are doomed." The half-ghost crossed his arms. "Dan isn't invincible. If we work together, we can bring him down. Who's with me?"

A loud roar of approval echoed through the ops center from the members of the Far Frozen. Danny scanned the crowd and found Clockwork, regarding him curiously with his red eyes. Time seemed to slow as their eyes met, Clockwork searching for an answer from the young ghost. Clockwork gave Danny a brief nod of approval before Danny floated back to the ground toward his friends and family.

Danny waited until the ghosts left the Ops Center before taking a vacant seat and transforming back into Danny Fenton. Tired eyes scanned the table again, looking at the small pieces and the map with reservation. "If this doesn't work…"

"It will," Maddie told him sternly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It'll be fine." Danny couldn't tell if she was trying to reassure herself as well.

"If there's anything this year has shown us, it's how to kick ghost butt as a family," Jack added confidently.

"Dad's right," Jazz told him, coming around Danny's other side, giving him a big hug. "Dan may have the power, but we have the numbers and heart. Remember that, okay?" Both Fenton parents joined the hug at their daughter's words.

Danny smiled softly. "I'll remember," he said. His family released the boy from the hug, smiling. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "This will work."

Maddie kissed the top of his head affectionately. "Get some rest sweetheart. We'll see you off in the morning." With that, the three Fentons exited the Ops Center, leaving Danny, Sam and Tucker alone.

Tucker walked over to the table, nudging Sam along the way and sat next to his best friend. "That was kinda weird…right? I mean… in a good way?"

Danny chuckled. "A bit, yeah." Sam finally moved to Danny's other side at the table, watching him intently. "This is the first time my parents are involved in such a big ghost attack and know all the stakes going in. It's made it easier….. but also so much harder."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

Danny shook his head, smiling softly. "It doesn't matter. I'm just glad we're on the same side for once." He pulled out a small pouch from his pocket, putting it onto the table. His logo reflected the light from the Ops Center above him. "Can one of you ask Ethelwulf about these? Vlad gave them to me."

"I'm pretty sure that's a red flag and should be thrown out," Sam said, narrowing her eyes at the pouch.

Danny shrugged. "He said they're Ecto-Enhancers – something to help give my powers an energy boost. While I don't trust Vlad with a ten foot pole, I think he's actually trying to help. I'd ask my parents, but Mom's been acting strange about me interacting with Vlad. I don't think she knows anything, but she definitely suspects."

"Hence Ethelwulf," Tucker finished, watching Danny confirm with a nod. Tucker stared at the pouch as a few ideas raced across his brain. "Apart from Ethelwulf, Plasmius is the only other person who knows about half-ghosts on a molecular level. Maybe these will help us separate the two of you."

"If there's one time for his creepy clone experiments to come in handy, it's now" Danny replied with a grimace.

"Gross," Tucker said. He reached over, grabbing the pouch of Ecto-Enhancers and waved them in the air. "I'll get started on this – hopefully we can get that shield up before morning." Tucker stood, giving Sam an exaggerated look before moving quickly to the stairs. "Sam, make sure this one doesn't do something stupid without me. I am the brains of this operation"

Danny chuckled at the joke. "Don't let it get to your head, techie."

Sam shook her head at their antics. "No promises," she said slyly as Danny made a noise in protest. Sam caught Tucker's equally sly smile as he made his way downstairs, realizing suddenly that he left her alone with Danny on purpose; she nearly groaned in annoyance.

"Jerk," Danny muttered in amusement. He rose slowly, gripping the table to hold himself up. His arms shook as he looked over the plans again, blue eyes darting back to the large amount of pieces on the ground.

Sam frowned worriedly. "You're exhausted," she stated.

Danny nodded. "We really need that shield," he told her wearily. "If these numbers are right then I'm going to be putting all my energy into defending the town."

"What you really need is sleep." Sam replied sharply. Danny ignored her and continued to glance at the figures on the table. "When was the last time you actually rested without those time visions?"

Danny shrugged, turning his face away. "Few days maybe," he replied. He traced the outer layer of the map toward the top of the shield, frowning in thought.

Sam sighed, standing up and put her hand on his shoulder. Danny's body relaxed slightly at her touch but remained focus on the map in front of him. "You need to rest," she said softly. "You've been heading straight for Dan ever since he escaped. Not to mention, you've been flying around and using your powers quite a bit today. Isn't it time to take it easy?" Danny only hummed at the suggestion. Sam sighed again, bracing herself against the table as she looked out in the other direction. A few moments passed, neither one speaking as they stood in the Ops Center. Finally, Sam let out a long breath, steeling her resolve. "About earlier…"

"You were right," Danny told her, cutting Sam off before she had a chance to continue. He glanced at her quickly before his eyes returned to the map. "Before. This isn't just some ghost fight."

Sam frowned, confused at his reserved demeanour. "You told me you weren't afraid anymore," she accused softly.

"I'm not."

Sam turned to him abruptly, violet eyes flashing dangerously. "So why are you holding back now? What changed in a few hours?"

Danny sighed tiredly, his black hair covering his face from her view. When he finally spoke, it was so quiet it made the hairs on the back of Sam's neck stand up. "If we make it through this, then we'll talk."

Sam blinked before nudging him hard with her shoulder. "When we make it through this, I'll be waiting. You hear me? When." They stood quietly, Sam's last remark hanging in the air as Danny made no attempt to answer. She nudged him again. "Danny, when you make it back. Not if."

Danny raised his head slowly, smiling as he looked at her. Sam's eyes widened slightly at the changing emotions across his face. "Yeah," he agreed softly. "You're right." He turned away as Sam looked at him, concerned. "I think I'm gonna head downstairs."

Sam frowned; something didn't feel right. "You're not going to sneak off on our own are you?" she asked searchingly.

Danny shook his head and brushed her off. "Nah – you'll miss me too much," he replied lightly. She wasn't convinced.

With a small wave, he took off down the stairs. Sam watched him go, still frowning as she tried to figure out his sudden change of mood.

:-=-:

"A little early for an adventure, isn't it Halfling?"

Danny didn't turn from his position on the Ops Center, opting to look at the stars through the green shield around the town with a small smile. There were still a few hours before dawn and apart from the ghosts throughout the house, everyone was asleep. "Not an adventure if I'm still here."

Ethelwulf chuckled as he walked up beside the seated young ghost. "True, but you are your ghost self on a rooftop, alone, right before we do battle with that monster. Forgive me for thinking you were sneaking off without telling us."

Danny shook his head. "I couldn't sleep," he admitted. "Stargazing helps me clear my head." They looked at the stars in silence, Ethelwulf waiting for Danny to continue. Eventually, Danny sighed, standing up to face the black wolf ghost beside him. "I keep seeing various parts of how today will play out," he said dismally. "Regardless of how much planning we do, it doesn't seem like we're going to win."

Ethelwulf opened his mouth, but a voice beat him to it.

"What have I told you before, Great One?" Frostbite floated toward them, an eyebrow raised questionably at the younger. "About fears and battles?"

"I'm not afraid of Dan," Danny told them confidently. "I'm not facing him on my own so we have more of a chance than I would normally. But…" Danny looked up at the stars again, frowning. "In order to win, we need to know his plan. With these time visions, I think I have some idea of… how he thinks."

Frostbite and Ethelwulf exchanged confused looks. "Isn't that a good thing?" Ethelwulf asked him.

"If I'm right… then it's not a good thing," Danny replied seriously. He rubbed the back of his head. "It means that our plan doesn't account for him exploiting our weaknesses – which he'll definitely do. Dan has nothing to lose, meaning he's more dangerous than ever. He doesn't care."

Ethelwulf let out a soft "Oh," as he realized what the boy was trying to say. He lowered his head close to Danny's face, big yellow eyes looking into worried green. "Danny," he said gently. "Going into battle thinking you'll lose means you've already lost. The things that you need to fight for? That makes you more dangerous too."

Danny smiled sadly. "I want to believe that. More than anything."

Ethelwulf nodded. "Then do." Ethelwulf looked him over, frowning. "Though you're not completely healed from yesterday; are you sure you'll be alright on top of that shield?"

Danny nodded. "I'm good. The faster we get that shield up, the faster I can recover and kick his sorry butt out of existence. How's that going anyway?"

Ethelwulf sighed. "Tucker gave me the Ecto-Enhancers; Plasmius seems to know quite a bit about your ecto-signature Halfling. We were able to identify more of a distinction between the ecto-signature we have of you and his. It seems like the key here is your mid-morph sample – but until you're able to recover, I believe it's unwise for us to take that sample. Though, now that we know what we're looking for, we might be able to manipulate the shield enough for us to put it up. These Ecto-Enhancers should be safe if you wish to use them."

Danny nodded in confirmation. "Good to know – probably best to leave them here for now. Last thing I want is for Dan to get a hold of them." Danny looked away, making Frostbite and Ethelwulf tense slightly. "If anyone can figure out that mid-morph sample, it'll be Tucker. He's been working with my parents for so long and knows my powers pretty well. Will you-"

"Don't worry," Frostbite assured. "We'll make sure your family is safe. No one will get through."

Danny smiled gratefully, looking up at the stars again. "Thank you," he said simply. They were quiet for a few minutes, before Danny closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "Clockwork," he called as he opened his eyes and faced his two friends.

Clockwork's spinning clock appeared promptly behind Frostbite, the latter shuffling aside for the Time Master to materialize. Once appeared, Clockwork brought his staff toward the ground, a grim smile directed at Danny.

"I think I finally understand," Danny said quietly. "When you told me that acting on the knowledge of time was a burden."

Clockwork inclined his head in acknowledgement. "I believe so," he said simply. "I'd ask you what now, but judging from that response, I can only guess."

Danny sighed again. "I need you all to promise me something," the half-ghost started, getting the attention of all three spectres on the roof. "If I….. If I stop responding on coms…..or if I go down…please don't come looking for me until my shield falls. Keep my family and friends away from it too."

The boy's request hung in the silence that followed.

"I've seen some….. things," Danny continued, green eyes pleading for them to agree. "I don't know if they're true – but I might have to make decisions out there that go against the plan to protect Amity- To protect my friends and family. I need to know that they're safe behind this shield. It's the only way I'll….Please – keep them from coming after me."

Clockwork looked at Ethelwulf and Frostbite's shocked faces as he floated past them, red eyes glued to the determined, pleading face of a fifteen year old half-ghost that started this. "I said once," Clockwork started, "That I'm inclined to trust your judgement. Through all those twists and turns of time, my view on that has never wavered Danny Phantom." Clockwork put a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Time has asked so much of someone so young – this is the least I can do."

"Are you sure this is wise, Time Master?" Frostbite asked worriedly. "The Great One is still not healed. If he goes in alone –"

"Frostbite is right," Ethelwulf said, cutting the Far Frozen leader off. "Danny, this is ill-advised. You just said you're not fighting him alone – why do you want to prevent us from helping you in your time of need?"

"We have a plan right?" Danny asked, an eyebrow raised. "No matter what happens to me, we need to make sure it gets followed. We're more likely to succeed that way. If my shield is still up, I'm okay - I'm still alive. The last thing I want is for Dan to use anyone I love as bait."

The two wolf-like ghosts looked at each other and sighed, defeated.

"I will protect them with my life Great One," Frostbite told him earnestly.

Danny turned to Ethelwulf, who sighed deeply. Yellow eyes met green once more. "You are truly remarkable, Halfling," he said proudly. Danny's eyes widened in surprise. "I will honour your wishes – however if your shield falls, I will come after you myself. I will not let you die."

Danny smiled, looking at each of the ghosts directly before nodding. "Alright, then let's-" Danny's knees buckled slightly, cutting his train of thought off as he grimaced in pain. Frostbite and Clockwork moved toward the boy. Ethelwulf winced, swearing under his breath.

"Something attacked my shield," Ethelwulf said.

"Mine too," Danny ground out as he recovered. He looked up in thought, frowning as his eyes scanned the shield. He closed his eyes, trying to find where the attack on the shield came from before sighing. He turned to Frostbite and Ethelwulf. "If I'm not back in half an hour, wake everyone else up."

"This has to be a trap," Ethelwulf said. "Danny, you shouldn't go up there alone."

"He did say he wanted to divide my attention," Danny replied bitterly. "Probably, but I don't want to chance the shield. Ethelwulf, check on the one around the portal. I'll have my Fenton Phone with me – Frostbite, head to the control station and we'll stay in contact. I'll be gone thirty minutes tops. If I'm not back, tell my family…" he paused, looking conflicted for the first time on the rooftop. "Tell them… to defend Amity. To get the Fenton Shield up and running. To…to be careful. I'll be back as soon as I can." Without warning, Danny leapt into the air and teleported somewhere outside of the shield.

Clockwork sighed, breaking Frostbite and Ethelwulf out of their surprised stupors. "Frostbite," he called. "You heard him, get to the control panel. Ethelwulf, check on that shield. The faster we do that, the faster one of you can go after him."

Frostbite and Ethelwulf exchanged confused glances. "I thought you said you trusted his judgement?" Ethelwulf asked suspiciously.

Clockwork looked at the shield above. "I do," he replied simply, a small frown on his face. "That does not mean I have to like it."

:-=-:

Danny held his hand to the shield, concentrating on finding the point that was attacked earlier. It's too quiet Danny thought, eyes darting from side to side looking for a threat. "Frostbite?"

"I'm here, Great One," Frostbite's voice came through the Fenton Phone urgently.

"Anything?"

"No. All clear on the radars."

Danny frowned, more unease rising from within him. "Yeah, here too," he said, standing, on top of the shield. It was holding strong; if anything attacked while he was up here, it would hold. He looked down and saw the mass of black surrounding the town, faint dim auras outlining each of the shadows that Dan created. Danny swallowed nervously as he lost count. "I'm headed back now," he said evenly, attempting to mask his concern.

"I'll await your arrival."

As the line went dead, Danny gasped as his ghost sense came alive, the icy cold sending a small shiver down his spine. He tensed, left hand alighting in green as he readied for an attack, the right going back toward his Fenton Phone. He barely had time to react as a large amount of ecto-energy surrounded his senses. He cried out in pain as it subsided, falling onto the shield in a heap. He barely managed to see a pair of white boots before the world faded to black.

:-=-:

"Sam, wake up," Jazz said urgently, shaking the girl awake. Sam rolled over, squinting slightly at the person who dared disturbed her slumber. "Sam, come on." Jazz shook her again.

Sam blinked before she recognized the urgency in her voice. "Is it time?" she asked, sitting up quickly and rubbed her eyes.

"Sam, Danny's missing."

Whatever tiredness she was felt left Sam instantly. "What?!"

Jazz sat back with a worried frown on the bed, her red hair glowing slightly from the light in the hallway. "Frostbite said he went to check the shield and was supposed to be back an hour ago." Her teal eyes met Sam's violet ones. "Danny told them he was coming back – then the line went dead. Ethelwulf went looking for him, but they couldn't find him."

"Was there anything on the radar?" Sam asked, grabbing both her time medallion and the violet jumpsuit as she hastily put them on.

Jazz shook her head. "No – but Frostbite said Danny just disappeared. No teleportation or anything, just… gone. Like he was never up there; we're meeting downstairs to create a game plan."

Sam nodded, putting on her last glove. "Okay, I'll meet you down in a few minutes."

Jazz gave her a nod in confirmation. "Good, I'll go check on Dad then. He probably got an hour or so of sleep before Frostbite woke Mom." Jazz headed out of her room, a worried frown still across her face as she raced down the hall.

Sam let out a shaky breath as Jazz left. Her eyes drifted to the small clock on the bedside table - 4 am. Two hours before dawn. Two hours before the fight of their lives. Two hours to find Danny.

#cartoons #danny phantom #fanfiction #danny fenton #action #adventure #cross posted on ao3 #no phantom planet #But his parents know #ecto storm series #Out of Time #multichapter #pls like and reblog #give this boy a hug #Danny and Jazz moment #amethyst ocean scene #calm before the (ecto)storm

[superman86to99]

Superman #84 (December 1993)

Superman takes a short Paris vacation! Like, one day short. What's the worst that could happen?

Oh, man.

So, for the past few issues, we've been hearing about children being abducted in Metropolis. Now we see that they're being kept inside a giant toy house by some creepy bald man in Quasimodo clothes who seems to be obsessed with toys -- a "Man of Toys," if you will. Side note: no wonder the children haven't been found... all the articles about them are just gibberish! (See clip below.)

The kidnapper thinks that these kids' parents don't deserve them, and that they're much better off here, in an underground hideout with a man who threatens to starve them if they don't play with him. (And I do mean literally play, with action figures and stuff.) Meanwhile, as these children cry for help, Superman is having the time of his life. While helping move a stranded ship with some huge-ass chains, Superman spots a sunken galleon with a treasure chest inside and fantasizes about keeping the booty...

...before turning it over to the authorities anyway, the big boy scout. Then, he wakes up Lois at 6 AM and tells her they should go to Paris right now, which usually means your significant other is having a mental breakdown, but in this case they can actually do it. And so, after deciding that he deserves to use his powers for fun every once in a while, Superman and Lois drop everything and fly to France with super-speed for the rest of the day/issue.

Anyway: back to the child abduction! Cat Grant and her son Adam attend a Halloween party at Adam's school, but there's a disturbed weirdo in a hideous costume lurking among the crowd. Yes, I'm talking about Jimmy Olsen in his Turtle Boy suit.

Shortly after that, a guy in a dinosaur costume (see, all the creeps are dressed as reptiles) lures Adam out of the party with the promise of "superb video games." What child could resist that? Of course, that turns out to be the kidnapper and Adam ends up in his hideout along with the rest of the missing children and, worst of all, not a single "Lextendo" console.

The kidnapper gets angry at Adam when he refers to the toys at the hideout as "old-fashioned junk" (he was REALLY looking forward to those video games), and even angrier when Adam tries to free the other kids. Adam is brave and puts up a good fight, but...

And those were Adam Morgan's final words. "Uh-oh."

Next, we have a pretty harrowing scene of Detective Turpin letting Cat know Adam’s body was found, and Jimmy and Perry White taking her to the morgue to identify the body (most people probably wouldn't bring their former boss to something like that, but Perry sadly knows more than most about losing a kid). As for Lois and Clark, they were gone so long that the Daily Planet had time to print a headline about the murders. The issue ends when the lovebirds walk into the office smiling like two people who just spent the night fooling around in Paris... only to feel like jackasses when they find out what happened.

To be continued!

Character-Watch:

And that's it for little Adam Morgan who, unlike the also tragically diseased Jerry White, didn't even get any post-death appearances. Adam went from a little kid scared of Superman, to a huge brat, to a character who was approaching likeability as of last week. That's why I hate it when DC kills off young characters like Adam or Liam Harper: in long-form storytelling, children represent potential. Look at how much Wally West or Dick Grayson evolved over the years compared to their mentors! Sure, there's a huge probability that Adam would have ended up disappearing from comics for 25 years anyway, but who knows, maybe we'd now know him as Teen Gangbuster or something. GangbusTEEN.

This issue also represents a turning point for the kidnapper, who is never named or seen clearly in the story itself but I don't think I'm shocking anyone by spoiling the fact that he's Toyman (it's in the cover, for one thing). In his last two appearances before this storyline, Toyman helped Superman save some kids from Sleez and looked genuinely sad to learn about Superman's death, so this is a pretty dramatic change for the character. We'll find out why he went from big softy to child killer in Superman #85 (but don't get your hopes up).

Plotline-Watch:

The most disturbing part of the issue, all things considered, is still the part where Toyman climbs into a giant crib and hugs a huge stuffed bunny. Look at serial killer Tommy Pickles here:

Don Sparrow says:  “Even with the upgrade, Toyman is still just a man in a suit, a common complaint about Superman’s rogues gallery.” Funny you should say that, because I JUST shared an old Wizard interview in our Twitter in which Dan Jurgens talks about how Doomsday came out of his frustration with the fact that most Superman villains are dudes in suits (plus other interesting tidbits from the era, like how it was actually Roger Stern’s idea to bring back Hank Henshaw, so check out that link!).

Don again: “The entire Superman storyline of this issue feels like filler. Diving for buried treasure and soaring off to Paris -- it all feels like wasted time next to the Adam storyline.” I have a theory that the entire ship sequence is there as an excuse to put Superman in those big chains and make that Spawn joke (which I didn’t get until now, since I’ve always read this issue in Spanish).

Superman says that pulling that big ship was "a little easier than expected" -- that's either another hint that there's something going on with Superman's powers since he came back, or a subtle dig at the state of American ship manufacturing.

Another adorable "window tap" scene for the books, and this is the sexiest one so far. Is it me or has Jurgens started copying more than just Teri Hatcher's hairdo from Lois & Clark? (For anyone who thinks Lois has gotten implants, I refer you to this clip.)

While in Paris, Lois asks Clark if he's ever wondered what would happen if his rocket had landed in other countries. Don: “Clark’s conversation with Lois sounds like a bunch of concepts for Elseworlds stories. We eventually would see a Russian Superman, and a British Superman, but not yet the French Superman. (Hire us, DC!)” Yep, got my French Superman pitch ready, Jim Lee. Or just let us do Russian Superman again, since Red Son wasn’t even the first time you published that idea.

Don once more: “Another thing that makes no sense about the ‘new’ Toyman is his resentment of technological toys—when in previous appearances he himself had deadly high-tech toys to vex Superman over the years.” I especially resent his hatred of video game consoles. Incidentally, I wonder what types of games are available for Adam’s beloved Lextendo. Star Lex 64? Mega Man Lex? Sonic the Hedgehog 3 & Knuckles & Lex?

No one is more upset at Lois and Clark for going AWOL than Whit. NO ONE. He's so furious that his usually grey mustache turned black.

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And believe it or not, Don Sparrow has even more to say about this issue. Read his section after the jump:

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow​):

I should start off my section with a big caveat:  I flat out hate this issue. There were several weird decisions made in the post-Death-and-Return era (most of them along the same lines of making the Superman titles more grim-and-gritty), and this story was one of the worst of them.  My theory is that, despite the praise and record-breaking sales of the Death and Return storyline, the Superman creative team felt pressure to have more extreme storylines, perhaps in response to the wildly successful Image books coming out at the time.  Between this story, and the upcoming “Spilled Blood” storyline, the Super books take a hard—but temporary--turn into more violent and upsetting storytelling—even though these stories are by the same writers as the previous few years. While death has always been a part of comics, and Superman comics was no exception, there is a jarring glibness and unfeeling toward the way violence is handled in these pages that is quite different from the stories that preceded it.  It’s made all the more jarring by the fact that well-established personalities suddenly veer wildly out of character, Toyman chief among them.  

We start with the cover, and while it is technically well-drawn (by the familiar team of Jurgens and Breeding) it’s also a very upsetting visual.  I think they should have gone with the pieta type pose with Adam and Superman, OR the scary badass bowie-knife Toyman (who apparently has a Cheshire cat smile now) but not both.  But the cover is a good hint at the tonal dissonance of the comic within.

We open with a splash of the now-extreme 90s looking Toyman, with his serial killer shaved head and spooky cloak, ignoring the pleas of hungry kids he has locked up in a tiny jail cell for days at a time (if that sentence doesn’t ring alarm bells for how wrong this is for a Superman story, I don’t know what will). For much of the issue Toyman’s eyes are obscured by glare on his lenses, further de-humanizing a character who was once one of Superman’s more empathetic bad guys.

We cut to Superman tugboating a huge tanker with giant chains and it’s a cool visual (one repeated in the Batman V Superman film).  It feels especially out of place to focus on, given how upsetting this issue is otherwise, but throughout the whole comic, Lois is drawn smoking hot, especially on the two page spread on pages 9-10.

The scenes depicting the actual murder, while still wildly out of place in a Superman comic, are well done, and give a real sense of darkness and menace, which I suppose is the intent.  Perhaps my least favourite visual is the Big Bird stuffie, silently bearing witness to what’s about to occur.

The edges of the panels on get more slashy and off-kilter (to me, looking very much like the layouts more typically seen in Image comics of the day) and I suppose I appreciate the restraint of how little Dan Jurgens shows of the death of a child, showing only a bloody slash on a black background.  This is still a pretty baroque image for a Superman comic, but certainly less violent than it could be, given what is happening.

Cat Grant’s silent horror is well staged, and powerful in its way.   Lastly, Clark Kent bending in sorrow and regret is a powerful image.

While this issue is handled marginally better, and more maturely than other comics on the shelf at this time, I still believe it is one of the biggest mistakes of the era.  Giving a long-established character an unceremonious death for shock value is gross on its own, but making it a child definitely crosses a line for me.  Making it worse is that, while the Toyman is a criminal and a killer, he has shown in past issues (a similar kidnapping storyline involving Sleez) that he genuinely cares for the well-being of children.  So for a long-time reader, this also felt like a betrayal of a long-established, fully developed character.   Adding to the ugliness of this is that Adam dies heroically, trying to free the children who have been caged, unfed, for days, but even in that regard, he fails.  The headline at the end of the issue confirms all the children are dead.  Adam’s death did not buy the other kids enough time to get away. It was all for nothing. Had Adam died, but the other children lived, maybe this issue wouldn’t leave quite as bad a taste. [Max: It’s weird because it’s all told in a way where it’s told in a way where it would make sense, narratively and within the story universe, that the other kids survived, but then it’s almost casually revealed that nope, they died too. A scene of one of the kids relaying Adam’s heroism to Cat in a future issue would have gone a long way.]

Superman doesn’t come off well in these pages, either.  It’s honestly the type of story they should just stay away from, because the more you think about all the calamity that is going on around the clock, the less defensible the whole Clark Kent persona becomes. Superman carving out time to romance his fiancée directly led to the preventable deaths of innocent children—how do you come back from that?

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

I’m always looking for hints that perhaps Jimmy or Perry know Superman’s secret identity deep down, and Jimmy’s anger at Lois and Clark on their return to the Daily Planet offices would seem to give that theory some credence, as he’s as angry at them as if he knew Clark really were Superman.  Either that, or he’s ticked that it fell to him, and none of them to escort Cat into the morgue. [Max: Has this issue finally converted you to the “Jimmy is terrible” side now, Don?]

I don’t think I’m the only one who disliked the new Toyman—SPOILERS BE HERE: years later, in Action Comics #865, Geoff Johns retconned this whole story, reverting Schott into the criminal who over-relates to kids, rather than the child-killer of this story.  Apparently the infantile Schott, who speaks to “Mother” a la Norman Bates, is a robot so lifelike it fools even Superman, and the “Mother” he’s constantly replying to was the real Winslow Schott trying to recall the malfunctioning robot. [Max: That’s one Geoff Johns retcon I really didn’t mind, even if it felt kind of derivative of his similar “all the Brainiacs are robots made by the real Brainiac” reveal.]

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[readingfanfction]

Chapter 6: Open Window

I have to clear up something, it was Lucy’s magic that made the tower shake. And yes, Happy flew out the window to get Natsu to come to Lucy’s aid faster.

“Natsu?” Lucy asked after she finished one of the songs she sang. The dragon was sprawled out on the floor playing with Happy, grunting in response he looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. “With winter coming soon, I’m worried about the window. It’s going to be too cold to not have a door.”

“Ya.” Natsu grunted sitting up and staring at the window. The leaves outside were already an array of oranges and yellows, some even beginning to fall. He had noticed that Lucy always asked him to light the fire in the fireplace every time before she went to bed under a pile of blankets, but since the fire dragon never got cold it never crossed his mind that it would be a problem for the princess. “I know someone that can fix it.” He mumbled, crossing his arms, and glaring at the window. “He’s such a pain in the ass though.”

“Thank you Natsu!” Lucy squealed as she almost tackled him from behind, how could he ever say no to her, especially after she embraced him so fondly without a trace of fear?

“I’ll be back in a few days, will ya be okay until then?”

“I promise not to wander off too far.” Lucy giggled, causing Natsu to let out a light chuckle.

Before he left, the dragon fussed over her a bit more than usual, wrapping his beloved scarf around her so long as she promised to take good care of it which she gladly agreed to. He wasn’t sure how long it would take him to convince this mystery person to come over and help, so he made sure to stock her up on a little too much food and even sheepishly gave her a flint so she could start fires without him. Lucy giggled as he handed over the flit, she knew he took it, but said nothing but a thank you and another be safe as he crouched on the window ledge.

Hesitating with his wings open and ready for flight, he smiled brightly as a human wished a powerful dragon such as him to be safe. Lucy watched him in confusion as he chuckled at her wish of safety upon him, then suddenly he leaned down and pressed a light kiss on her forehead before jumping out the window bursting with laughter. Lucy stood frozen as she watched him shift into his full form and fly over the mountains, her face bright and burning red.

When Natsu told her that he wasn’t sure how long it would be until he returned, she didn’t think it would take so long. When he left the leaves were still on the trees, now almost all of them stood bare, the winds that came through the window biting deep into her. Taking two of her quilts, she managed to hang them in front of the window, but the wind still found its way in.

Just like Natsu, Happy enjoyed when Lucy sang to him. The little blue Exceed flying above her in circles and loops as she would sing some of his favorite songs. She was happily singing and watching the kitten fly around when the front door opened and footsteps started to climb the stairs. Natsu had never come in through the door before, but perhaps the blankets made it difficult to land with his wings. Standing from her chair and turning to face him with a smile and a ‘welcome back’ Lucy froze when she saw that it was not her dragon.

“Fair princess Lucy Heartfilia,” the man dressed in knights armor started, “I have come to free you from the tower.” Lucy didn’t respond, only caught Happy as he flew into her arms and stepping away from the knight. Smiling broadly at her, he set down his round shield and lance, extending his arms out to her. “Fear not, for I am the noble Dan Straight. I’ll admit I found it strange that’s there’s no beast guarding the tower, but none regardless I shall ride off into the sunset with you fair maiden.” He went on, his voice filling the tower.

“I don’t need anyone to save me, please leave.” Lucy answered back, finally finding her voice as she grew irritated at how he obviously thought of her as some fragile and weak thing. Laughing Dan dramatically pushed his red hair back and smiled widely at her.

“Dear princess,” Dan started.

“Name’s Lucy!” she hissed; he already used her name, yet he continued to call her only princess in a way that made her so frustrated. he ignored her and continued.

“you’ve spent far too much time in this tower, you’re not thinking straight.” Just like everyone else, he didn’t listen to anything she had to say. Shacking and looking down at the floor, Lucy let go of Happy, the little cat taking to the air and flying out the window. “No need to cry, princess.” He started mistaking her shacking for an overwhelm of emotions.

“Get out.” Lucy growled between clenched teeth, her magic rising within her. Each individual hair on her body began to crackle like a whip as her skin began to turn from pale white to a warm gold, she could feel the power of the stars coursing through her blood, their voices whispering in her head. Her brown eyes now holding the depths of the universe that pulsed within her, they twisted from their soft and loving gaze she enjoyed having to one to reflect the intensity of her anger.

“A princess should not be learning magic, its incredibly unbecoming for someone as delicate as yourself.” Dan boasted, walking up to her and grabbing onto her wrist and beginning to pull her towards the door he had come through.

“Let go of me!” She screamed, as she pulled against his painful grip. The floor of the tower began to shake, the blankets ripped from the wall, Lucy’s golden hair beginning to shine and lift from her back.

A deafening roar shook the walls. Dan laughed, pulling Lucy painfully into his chest plate and pulling her down the stairs. She struggled; her magic somehow being nullified by his armor.

“Natsu!” She cried out knowing that the roar had to be him. Turning around Dan struck her quickly in the stomach, gasping for breath Lucy’s magic faded away with her conscious. The knight slung her across his shoulder, Lucy weakly reaching out to try and catch Natsu’s scarf as it fell from her neck and onto the floor. The last thing she saw was an enraged golden eye watching her going down the stairs.

“There’s the beast.” Dan laughed as he descended the stairs, it had been years since anyone got to rescue a princess from a dragon. Flinging open the door at the bottom of the stairs he wasn’t surprised to find a large red dragon glaring down at him waiting, flames leaking from his jaws with each breath. However, he was not expecting to find a second dragon. “Two dragons guarding one princess, how unconventional.”

“Release her and I’ll allow you to live.” Natsu growled, he didn’t know what would happen if this man tried to take Lucy past the tower. While he held her, there was no safe way for Natsu to use his fire in his dragon form.

“Very well.” Dan nervously set a waking up Lucy on the floor. He was confident in his abilities to kill a dragon, however, taking on two at a time could put his beloved princess in danger. “I’ll be back for you my princess, wait for me.” He whispered. Keeping to his word Natsu allowed the man to ride away on his horse. The moment he was out of sight Natsu shifted into his human form and ran to Lucy, she groaned weakly as he picked her up and started up the stairs.

“Natsu, I’m so sorry, I dropped your scarf.” Lucy breathed out between gasp as she struggled for air.

“It’s all right Luce, don’t worry about it.” He smiled down at her, wrapping his beloved scarf around her once again.

“His armor was somehow able to cancel out my magic.” Lucy began to explain as Natsu let her stand, his arms refusing to leave her in case her shacking legs gave out on her.

“Why don’t ya stay in your cave, this tower is a piece o’ junk.” A gruff voice growled behind Natsu, looking over her dragon’s shoulder, ignoring the adorable pissed look Natsu had on his face.

Standing behind Natsu was a tall man with long black hair and piercings on his perma-scowl face that glared at the back of Natsu’s pink head. At his side, a considerably short blue haired girl smiled at Lucy.

“Hi, I’m Levy, the grumpy one is Gajeel.” The blue haired girl introduced them with a smile. “I love your collection of books.”

“I’m Lucy.” She exclaimed. The two girls sat together at the table talking about all sorts of books while the boys wrestled and argued while Natsu explained why Lucy couldn’t leave the tower so it had to be fixed.

“Mind if I see the spell?” Levy asked as she listened to Natsu.

“Sure thing.” Lucy jumped up. “Don’t break anything!” she scolded the two dragons who froze in place under her glare, Levy giggling behind her. With her scolding the boys finally go to work on making a door for the window and various other things that needed to be done. Lucy and Levy discussing the spell that trapped the princess. The spell looked familiar to the blue haired fae, she took notes feverishly while she talked to herself. Not wanting to interrupt anyone, Lucy made dinner for everyone.

Lucy invited Levy and Gajeel to stay, but it turned out they lived close by. It only took so long for them to come because the boys spent more time fighting than talking. Lucy and Levy shared a laugh while the boys looked away from each other with irritated expressions and a perfectly synchronized tsk. Making the girls laugh harder.

#fairy tale #natsu #lucy #nalu #fanfiction

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Tiziano and Squalo: GIVE US THE DAMN AQUARIUM!!

Vanilla: "We don't even HAVE a *working* aquarium! And I have those two miscreants to thank for that..." (glares at Steely Dan and Alessi who awkwardly bounce away)

Squalo: "WELL, YOU CANNOT DENY US OUR LOVE! I may be a severed head in a jar but you can never sever me from my beloved! My heart beats only for my darling Tiziano and if you won't help me then I'll take matters into my own hands!"

Tiziano: "My love, we have neither hearts nor hands. Wait...what are you doing?"

(Squalo rubs his head...er, himself, on the wall off the glass jar until his headband loosens. He grabs it in his mouth and chews it till it breaks)

Squalo: *muffled* "Fwey cannoth keep uff aparff, Tiffiano! Grap the offer enth!"

(Squalo flings the broken end of the headband over to Tiziano's jar)

Tiziano: "If you say so..."

(Tiziano bites the other end of the headband. He yanks as hard as he can while Squalo pushes off the side of his jar, pulling Squalo into Tiziano's jar with a splash.)

Tiziano: "Oh, the lengths you will go to be with me, Squalo my dear..."

Squalo: "No jar will come between us. No glass tank will keep us apart. We may not have a body but together...we are whole."

(Squalo and Tiziano kiss, to mixed reactions from the other heads)

Zeppeli: "EWW!!"

Erina: "Awww!"

Caesar: "Meh."

Speedwagon: "SQUALO AND TIZIANO HAVE OVERCOME INSURMOUNTABLE ODDS TO REUNITE!"

Jonathan: "Er...I suppose this is all good and well for you, but...how will you get back to your own jar, Squalo?"

Squalo and Tiziano: "This is OUR jar now."

Tippy: *walks in to check the commotion* "And you two splashed jar juice all over the table. Who's cleaning that up?"

Vanilla: Yes, while this is a very cute, romantic gesture... Please try to keep the splashing to a minimum.

Jonathan: Yes yes, we don't want our legged friends here to slip and fall!.... Again...

#ask tippy #long post #jonathan's head #squalo the head #tiziano the head #THE GREATEST LOVE STORY OF OUR TIME 😭🫶✨