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itshype · 1 year

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Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Godhood (DC x DP)

What’s the best way to cover up a secret when Danny can’t lie very well? Make an even more elaborate lie – but one that tugs on the heartstrings! My DC x DP Previous Works: Space Lover Danny, Kingmaker Danny, Service Animal Cujo, Danny yoinks Connor, Ghost Bruce HC + Ghost Jason HC

So, Danny's government just made his existence illegal. Which is rude and very othering and mean. In canon, Danny sort of slides around this but hey, this should be a pretty upsetting incident.

So, Vlad immediately switches his attitude (because your girl loves redeemed Vladdie!), and the two work together for weeks to try and minimise any chances of either of them getting caught. Danny is really feeling the whole “Only two of their kind” when his president declared open season on Danny (I don’t care if this isn’t how laws work in America. I’m not American I don’t care for foreign legal accuracy).

And so, weeks later, they’re actually together in ghost form with Extended Team Phantom (Tucker, Sam, Jazz and Valerie) trying to figure out their best way forward because if Vlad openly opposes these laws as Mayor too publicly the GIW might start looking at him way too closely and everything would unravel. They really can’t pretend that revealing the possibility of a human/ghost hybrid wouldn’t put events around whichever of them hadn’t been caught under a brand-new light.

Valerie is there pretending not to be emotionally invested in her boss’ and Danny’s welfare while reading a book and occasionally leaping in with “Devil’s Advocate” comments of how the Fenton parents and GIW might respond to some of their ideas.

Then the Justice League show up. Now there’s a whole law (please see Navigate any storm for my HC about the JLA’s relationship with the anti-ecto acts) they're obligated to step in. Now, I’ve been pretty uniform with who I’m including in these notfics so for a change, here we get Wonder Woman, Barry Allen’s Flash, Supergirl and I think Jason Todd but dressed up as Batman (Bruce got a booboo on his ickle frontal lobe and is out for the count, Flash and Supergirl are here because I loved their dynamic in all crossovers in the DCTV universe PRE-crisis).

Here we have the perfect storm of well read (Diana and Jason) but kind of gullible and not-as-paranoid as Batman (Flash and Supergirl, Jason is definitely suspicious but would defer to an expert like Wonder Woman in the right scenario).

Diana has shown up ready to fight, Hestia’s lasso glowing in her hands, and Team Phantom is sharp – they’re well trained and smart, but they can’t really compete against superhumans like the JLA. Diana demands that they all surrender and relinquish control over their human sycophants before being taken into custody for violation of the anti-ecto acts and performing actions of war on civilians or whatever other legal stuff she knows about.

The two halfas are floating and green so denying any knowledge would be bad. Vlad steps forward to try and babble on to buy Danny time and he scrambles for an escape. He doesn’t see a way out, but what he does see is the book that Valerie was reading. Percy Jackson. He looks back at Wonder Woman. Back at the book. Back at the Daughter of Zeus.

“Cousin! It’s so great you came to visit us at last!”

That at least gets Wonder Woman to pause. She asks what he’s talking about. Then “Batman” says not to let the ghost confuse them. He’s glaring at the vampiric ghost who seems to be trying to protect the smaller one. Vlad has legs, Danny has his little tail form.

Danny lets out the fakest laugh you’ve ever heard. He explains that ‘of course’ they weren’t ghosts. They were superpowered beings. Superpowered beings are protected by metahuman law.

“Batman” points out that they both look a lot like ghosts. Danny’s mind is scrambling for the right names. He finds them.

“Oh, I am actually the son of Melinoe, goddess of ghosts.” Daughter of Persephone, would make him Diana’s first cousin, once removed. Totally fit in with his power set plus she was a really obscure goddess who wasn’t very well known or documented, and therefore he could make up stuff about his ‘mother’ if he so chose.

“And who’s the vampire?” Barry asks, though Jazz, at least can tell that everyone is way less on-guard.

“I am…” There’s a very long pause. “His Father. Deimos. God of Dread. Son of Aphrodite and Ares!” Danny wants to smack him.

Okay, great, Vlad just ‘yes, and’ed Danny from being a demigod to the both of them being full-blown gods in their own right. Sure.

“Yes! I am Phantom…”

Jazz cuts him off to say that his name was Phántasma [φάντασμα] and of course the locals just anglicized it to Phantom from the original Ancient Greek. Danny agrees and goes onto explain how he was a pretty new god – y’know, comparatively – and these were some nice humans who were all considering becoming his priestesses and priest. Sam ducks in to explain how Phantom – sorry, Phantasma, was the god of ghosts finally relinquishing hold on their forms and surrendering to the afterlife. Something chill and small, nothing that would necessitate him getting involved with human affairs and no abilities that would mean any extra attention from the Justice League.

Diana starts to cry, she thought she was all alone in the world and right here was her cousin. All along she had family in the realm of men, family who had been so excited to meet her yet who had not reached out. Unfortunately, Danny made a mistake. Melinoe isn’t Hades and Persephone’s daughter. She’s Zeus and Persephone’s daughter. Diana connects the dots and in a single instant stops crying.

“A baby brother!” She reaches forward to squish Danny’s face.

Jazz takes great offense at that. Danny is her brother (though she can’t admit that). Danny’s at closest, Diana’s half nephew – but since he’s her half nephew on BOTH sides she’s willing to concede him as her full nephew. Diana argues that since her Dad is Danny’s grandfather and great-grandfather plus great uncle, their ichor is close enough that he’s basically her full brother. Ironic as Deimos would actually be closer to being her half-brother. Vlad is a creepy old vampire though, not an adorable teen superhero.

Tucker makes up a very elaborate story about being too insecure to reach out before now. He requests Phantasm’s blessing to convey this story to Wonder Woman so that Danny doesn’t have to say anything.

Valerie gets out a notebook to try and map out this fictional family tree while googling all the deities’ names she doesn’t already recognise. It makes her thankful it is only fictional. Phantasma’s family tree looks more like a Christmas wreath. “Batman” is also trying to figure out the most appropriate relationship between Phantasma and Diana in his HUD.

This is when everyone has made their biggest mistake, not paying attention to Vlad for more than a minute. This is a problem he is thrilled to remedy. His chest swells and he starts to prattle on about how hard it’s been for him as a single father since his beloved Melinoe died in the God War (Wonder Woman’s cinematic canon prequel). Of course, Supergirl asks how they survived, and they say some very broad things about sheltering in the afterlife where Ares could not reach them, as gods are most powerful in their own domain.

Disregarding the fact that if this all were true, Danny would be about 100 years older than her, Diana acknowledges that a child without a mother must struggle and offers to help Danny whenever necessary. If he wanted to, he could come live with her in DC and meet all her superhero friends to help guide him.

They’re scrambling for a reason as to why Danny would turn down this offer. Vlad speaks first. He explains that since his mother’s death, Danny has overtaken her domain as the god of all ghosts and, while Phantom is very clearly not a ghost, he couldn’t possibly leave all his subjects. Especially since the stupid GIW keep attacking father and son. Vlad says that honestly, the US government should be glad that they haven’t smote them, the GIW and everyone else who would challenge them.

Diana is horrified. Ghosts are revolting scum, and her two new family members are full-blooded gods who shine with otherworldly power and definitely not the glow of ectoplasm.

Whenever any of the other superheroes (who are more clear-headed at this time) try and ask any probing questions either:

Danny insists that a mere mortal wouldn’t understand the scope of his abilities

Tucker yells at them for daring to question “Phantasma’s” great authority

Sam insists that she would hate to be told the answer, that everything her god does is for her to decode. She asks what they think the symbolism of Danny robbing a bank could be.

She offers to get them in touch with the president and he could make them both special advisors to the GIW – the JLA had only been called in due to how much trouble the agency were having and bringing two gods in would be a quick way to get the entire situation ship shape.

The flash gets in touch with Phantasma’s high priestess next week, he reassures everyone that the ‘misunderstanding’ is all cleared up. Danny’s officially the CEO of the guys in white.

Hope everyone enjoyed. Masterpost coming soon.

((Dan as Hades???))

Here's "Phantasma's" family tree - simplified

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i-heart-hxh · 3 months

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So, after @subdee's excellent post about doubt regarding the Phantom Troupe's alleged slaughter of the Kurta Clan, I was staring at this image and thinking about Sheila's terribly sad expression here...

This is juuuust a theory, and there's not a ton to back it up but I'm just throwing it out there--make of it what you will!

Here the Phantom Troupe is talking about their grand plans to find out who killed Sarasa and hold them responsible for what happened to her, why would Sheila be heading away from them with that pained expression? It's possible she simply didn't approve of their methods of going about it (though she's not shown as involved in or reacting to that conversation), but the way it's framed makes me think more of her hiding something.

What if Sheila already knows who's responsible for Sarasa's death...because she has some sort of involvement in the kidnappings that have been happening in Meteor City? Wouldn't that explain her expression here and abruptly leaving the situation?

Perhaps she's acting as an informant for the kidnappers or is aiding them in some other way? She's frequently shown as being injured, which characters comment on being as a result of her "clumsiness," but maybe she's being repeatedly injured as a threat/method of controlling her?

(In this case it's entirely probable she didn't intend for Sarasa herself to be killed--Sarasa went outside her usual range to try to find more tapes, and the kidnappers had already met their "quota for delivery" so this may have been an unusual case. It's possible Sheila had some sort of agreement that they would leave her friends alone by sticking to specific areas, for instance, that Sarasa may have gone outside of.)

(This guy's moles are pretty distinctive so that makes me wonder if he'll show up again...)

This note about Sheila's role in the production could be relevant as well--that she's "two-faced."

I think it's possible Tserriednich and/or circles he runs in are involved with this whole operation, which could mean Kurapika and the Troupe have a common enemy. I'm not sure if the timeline supports Tserriednich's involvement due to his age, however, he might be too young. Regardless, it's interesting to me that both Kurapika and the Phantom Troupe have the same root cause of their trauma and desire for revenge: People buying and selling human beings and parts of human beings as trophies and for sadistic purposes, which is what Tserriednich certainly represents. (As I said in another post, I'm all but certain the head Tserriednich has is Pairo's. It sure looks like Pairo's face inside his nen beast...)

Sheila could still be involved with the same people by the time the Kurta Massacre happens, and she uses Kurapika and Pairo to gather information on the Kurta Clan for whoever this group or individual may be--likely the real culprit behind the massacre. Again, potentially Tserriednich or someone he's associated with.

What happened with Sheila and the Kurta Massacre definitely comes across as suspicious (her showing up and communicating with Kurapika and Pairo shortly before the massacre happens), so I feel that lends more credibility to the possibility of her being involved somehow in the Meteor City kidnappings as well.

Again, take this all with a grain of salt. Of course Sheila was previously involved with the Phantom Troupe so it could be that the connection is that simple (though to me it doesn't explain the scene from the beginning of this post nearly as well). But I definitely feel like something more is going on here.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh meta #phantom troupe #sheila #sarasa #meta #my posts #I can't tell if I'm galaxy brained here or overthinking things lmao #but HEY #throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks!#if I'm wrong it's fine #I feel like there's just enough to work with here

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the-faceless-bride · 1 year

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Just had an idea, lost boys with the Phantom reader.

Idea -> reader is a phantom, they've been dead for many many maaaaany years and live in the cave with the boys. The boys have never seen them because they are in a deeper part of the sunken hotel. The hotel was a high-end hotel that was used for opera showings and classical performances and the night the hotel sank reader was trapped and killed.

reader never comes out or plays their music when the boys are around, by now the reader has forgotten that they are dead, and they don't even know about the boys. They are so deep in the cave that the enchanting music they play is covered and muffled by all the rubble.

One day Laddie finds an opening that's just big enough for him to slip through. After a crawl, a long walk, and shimmying through a tight gap Laddie finds himself in what used to be the hotel's theatre....

elegant pained walls covered in dust and grime, the golden archways above the stands of the theatre now dull. The clack of his small shoes against the cracked dusty tiles, the grand chandelier in the middle of it all.

Laddie looks at the grand stage lights off, instruments thrown about some in alright condition and others completely destroyed. Old and very dry red stains paint around a part of the stage that had caved in and he couldn't see the bottom. But out of all things, it's the stunning grand piano with gold-encrusted keys.

He sat in the chair, too small to fully sit in it properly. He starts mindlessly pressing the keys, noting in his head what keys sounded best in his opinion. And he jumped when he heard a voice behind him. "would you like me to teach you?"

The boys weren't too worried about Labbies whereabouts, they knew Laddie memorized the boardwalk and all of its attractions. But gradually got more and more suspicious of the little boys' outings and they knew asking Star would be no use. But the boys kept silent, maybe the boy just found a new game to play. But eventually, Laddoe did something that spiked the boy's interest and they didn't feel so sure about the boy going out on his own anymore...

"uuhhh, classical little man? Really?" Paul raised his brow looking at the track Laddie asked he could get. In that moment all the boys were on edge, now noticing the changes Laddie had... His clothes though still in their rock style looked less dissolved, his hair looked brushed and he used one of stars' scrunchies to tie it back. That's how they knew something was definitely wrong. Laddie always wanted to be like them be like Dwayne and always had his hair down and messy.

Now the boys had started interrogating the little boy, and criticizing Star for allowing Laddie to be around "stuck-up classical mouth breathers?" and Star denise knowing any.

Laddie didn't want to tell his big brothers about his new friend and the lessons in piano he had been getting from the nice ghost that lives in the deepest part of the cave.

And it wasn't until much much later that the boys stayed up in the day to see where their halfling little brother was going. The next night, while Laddie and Star were out the boys started digging through the rocks and rubble careful not to bring the whole cave down.

The boys find the grand theatre and begin looking around, they always found classical boring however they could admit this place was quite the sight. Marko had loudly claimed this room as his "art room" and was already planning on paintings to go all over the walls and ceiling, Paul whined and said "its full of instruments! Let me have my guitar room!" and it was quickly becoming a bickering contest between the terror twins.

It wasn't until Dwayne found a note on the piano written in curved writing, "I decided to freshen up, just play the song we've practiced once you get here." next to the note was sheet music. Now Dwayne didn't like to open up about his past and never told his brothers that not only did he know how to play piano he also could read sheet music.

He knew he would never hear the end of it from his three brothers but he wanted to know. He began playing the somber piano tune, quickly getting the attention of the three boys and Paul was already teasing. That was until Reader appeared in front of the Piano...

"you're not Laddie."

So should I make this a full thing? Or is anyone feeling those inspiration juice? I hope so.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys imagine #lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys marko #Lost boys x monster reader #poly lost boys #Poly lost boys x monster reader #Lost boys x phantom #Lost boys x phantom reader

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reindeerswillsavethisworld · 4 days

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Corpse au case fic where the trio decided to try cracking a murder mystery, except instead of angst it's a comedy of errors where they make everything worse.

Like. Danny comes out of a portal dead and translucent and glowing, and there's charred remains of a human body on the floor. So now all three of them are freaking out, and instead of asking for help, or finding an adult, or telling literally ANYONE, they decide to just. Get rid of the body. As one does.

So that's what they do: they break out Tucker's nice shovels (because god forbid Sam's family owned something as pheasant as a shovel, and Danny's too afraid of touching their family's Patented Fenton ShovelsTM for... reasons), they find a nice desolate clearing in the woods, and then they bury Danny's body like one would a very unfortunate hamster who met their demise too soon under very suspicious circumstances. They even stay at the new "grave" in silence for a minute or five in respect and DEFINITELY nothing else, you know. And so, they bury the body, and then they (try to) forget the experience as some horrific nightmare.

And then, a year later, there's an uproar: the Amity Park's police department found the child's remains in the woods! And you see, Amity Park is not THAT big of a town, and the police estimated that the body belonged to a 14-15 year old child, and, look, there's only so many schools in a small town, alright. Obviously, the rumours start very soon in Casper High: about how the kid could've gone to their school, about how they could've died, about whether or not anybody was missing them, about their identity, and some definitely-truthworthy-would-I-lie-to-you-bro-come-on sources insist that the kid was murdered around a year ago, around the time ghosts started showing up. And these rumours obviously reach the ears of Sam, Danny and Tucker.

Now, you would've thought that their first thought would be something like "oh no, they found Danny's body", or "oh no, they know", or even simply "we're sooo fucked". Except. You see, the night they buried the body? It was really cloudy. And dark. And, y'know, it's very easy to get lost in a forest. And they were too high-strung, you see, they completely forgot to leave some sort of a marker or anything. And also like, it was so long ago, you know? A lot have happened, they were sooo busy and the likes, you can't really blame them for forgetting some things.

And here's lies the problem: all three of them just fucking forgot that there was a body left to bury at all.

And then it gets out that the police can't even conduct any sort of DNA test because it became corrupted to the point of being absolutely unrecognisable due to exposure to a large amount of ecto-energy.

It's now looks like a bad set up for a joke: an identifiable body of a child, cause of death unknown; the probable involvement of ghosts or at the very least a very large quantity of ecto-energy; a probable murderer on the loose, which naturally breeds suspicion and speculation; a town full of all kinds of rumours; and a trio of absolute dumbasses, who after hearing that ghosts were involved immediately went to stick their noses where they don't belong.

Rejoice, Amity Park! Sam, Danny and Tucker are now on the case! Except they are all teenagers, and nobody in their right mind will allow teenagers to solve a murder case. Plus, them poking around would be highly suspicious, but Phantom, on the other hand?

(people seeing Phantom helping solve this case and coming to the conclusion that the ghosts were definitely involved was not on their bingo card, but oh well)

They don't go to the cops, obviously: Danny at least in part because he's worried they will call GIW on his ass or try to arrest him, and Sam and Tucker simply because fuck the cops (one because the police is involved in a militaristic, capitalistic corrupted system that breeds injustice and furthers the divide between average people and the wealthy, and the other because cops suck and will probably call GIW on his friend's ass). They also can't go to any other authorities: cops are out of the question, as is the mayor; laboratory personnel will most likely just throw them out; and there're no witnesses or known relatives, so they're stuck.

Therefore they decide that desperate times need desperate measures, and so they enlist all of their ghost allies on a quest, hoping to find the ghost of the kid. Considering the amount of ecto-energy they were subjected to, they MUST have formed a ghost, they only need to find them.

Except. The Ghost Zone is a big place, and they only have so many allies, even if some of them are a queen and a god. So Danny bites the bullet and does the most stupid (debatable) thing he has ever done: he goes to his enemies for help. They're surprisingly understanding and willing to help, even if some of their reasons are a little... strange (Skulker and Johnny entered some sort of competition on who finds the ghost first, Box Ghost starts to seek out coffins (??) and Youngblood is not above to start torturing people to finally have a friend that is not either an adult or a complete stick in the mud). And even then they still can't find the ghost.

In the end Danny goes to Clockwork in a desperate hope that he will be able to glimpse at least a little of what had transpired on the night of the murder, and to Danny's annoyance Clockwork laughs so hard he almost pops a ghost equivalent of a blood vessel.

A few weeks down the line Sam hesitantly brings up Danny's buried corpse ("MY WHAT" "Your corpse which we buried in the woods, Danny, don't you remember?" "Yeah, bro, I think you dissociated the whole time we were digging the hole and carrying your dead body" "WE DID WHAT-"), reasonably saying that, you know, they ALSO technically buried a body in the woods. On that Tucker just shrugs because obviously it was not Danny's body, the place of the burial was way off, he remembers that there was a really big stone to the left of the grave (he doesn't and there wasn't), so they are in the clear. During that exchange Danny's sitting on the floor and having a panic attack, because he really did dissociate the whole time and afterwards legitimately forgot that there was a body to bury at all.

After that conversation all three of them leave with a certainty that Danny's body is still there where they left it, whenever it was. And so the shenanigans continue.

#yes i know that is custom made for some delicious angst and identity shenanigans #but also consider: this scenario would be very funny #three teenagers running around a crime scene trying to solve a murder case #and not realising they ARE said murder case #idk whether or not there would be an identity reveal down the line but if there would be one #i like to imagine vlad just sitting in his office alone afterwards head in hands #wondering WHAT he did to deserve this stupidity that went for MONTHS #like sir you did it to yourself when you decided to make a 14 years old your arch-nemesis #jazz is both horrified ('IT WAS YOUR WHAT') and exasperated ('what do you MEAN you forgot')#she's out there secretly hoping this sort of stupidity is not hereditary (in her case it kinda is lmao)#his parents are simply horrified (tho jack a few months down the line finds the whole ordeal rather funny)#the ghosts all forget about this shitshow rather quickly #except for ember youngblood kitty and johnny. they will NEVER let danny live it down. NEVER.#also danny waking up at 3am in cold sweat and remembering cw laughing his ass off: THIS MF KNEW ALL ALONG-#danny phantom #sam manson #danny fenton #tucker foley

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piedpiperart · 10 months

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Phantom of Gotham 10

Chapter 9

After breakfast, Tim, Damian and Danny went on the tour while Jason went to check out the library. It was Jason code for ‘I’ll be in the manor if you need me, but I’m avoiding Bruce’, and Tim appreciated that. It also gave him time to send Jason the files he’d uncovered about Danny.

Unsurprisingly, Danny wasn’t from Gotham. Surprisingly, Danny had come to Gotham under a fake identity, one so well hidden even Tim wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t paying attention. The person who set Danny’s backstory was a great hacker, and Tim absently wondered if it had been Danny, despite the lack of computer coding classes in the boy’s schedule. He knew Danny was more proficient at chemistry and engineering.

Nevertheless, Danny Folson was actually Daniel Fenton. He was from Amity Park Illinois, supposedly the most haunted place in the world. Just by reading that fun fact, Tim knew it wasn’t a coincidence that both Danny and Phantom had shown up around the same time, and berated himself for not noticing it sooner. He wasn’t exactly sure what their relationship was, or who was protecting who, but it was obvious Danny was a runaway. The only mystery now was what-or who- he was running from.

Tim’s running theory is the parents, especially when he found the missing persons report filed by one Jack and Maddie Fenton, the town’s ghost hunters. Brushing off the creepiness of that, Tim dove deeper into the Fentons and found out they’d published a lot of papers about ghost portals, realms, ectoplasm, ghost biology, and worse, weapons. Based on their obviously biased research, Tim was not too surprised that they had invented more weapons and capture gear than anything else. It was worrisome, given that they had a rivalry with ghosts, yet their son was on the run with one. Or at least they were in contact with one another.

Danny’s past was a big puzzle Tim was itching to put together, especially when they had more information on the GIW and Phantom because of it. Apparently, since Danny’s disappearance, the Fenton’s had partnered with the GIW. After all of Tim’s research on the GIW, he couldn’t help but be suspicious that so many people in Amity Park seemed to be aware of the ghosts, when no one else had any clue. Even the Justice League didn’t have any records on ghosts like Phantom, and Tim knew Bruce had gotten in contact with Constantine on the matter.

Reading all of this in his phone, Jason grimaced. Danny had runaway from his weapon-obsessed ghost-hunting parents to Gotham a the same time an actual ghost showed up. Based on Tim’s reports, Danny running away had no catalyst, no big event for why. Jason could guess it had something to do with ghosts, but other than the GIW and his parents, the actual existence of ghosts were considered a hoax to everyone else in the world.

The vigilante’s theory was that Danny ran after meeting Phantom, but still. Jason could tell something was off. Phantom had mentioned there were a few halfas in hiding, which, without knowing how they came to be or what their abilities are, it would be difficult to find them. Then again, Tim had thought Danny could possibly be one. It would explain running away from his parents who hated anything to do with ghosts. But Jason and Tim didn’t find any evidence of meta abilities besides a slower than usual heartbeat, possible resistance to cold, and lack of appetite. All of those could be just regular human quirks though.

For now, they needed to talk to Phantom. If Danny turned out to be a halfa, they needed to find out how to help keep him safe and healthy. No doubt being homeless put a strain on his body, and given that there were only three halvas around, they could assume no one knew exactly how to treat them medically. Jason sighed running a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to think about what could have happened to turn Danny into a half-ghost. It hit a bit too close to home for him, and he wasn’t sure how he felt.

Messaging Tim, they confirmed that they’d keep an eye out for Phantom tonight. With Bruce and Dick off to who knows where to stop some sort of magical snowstorm responsible for all the snow in Gotham, it would just be the three of them out tonight. Alfred would keep an eye out for Danny while they were gone, and Jason knew no one would come take the kid at the manor. Not with the bats security system.

Bruce and Dick had found out about the snowstorm the same day it happened, given that it was unusual for winter to start so early with so much at once. They hadn’t given out details but Jason was pretty sure it was a ploy from Dr. Freeze. If anything, they should be done by tonight, Jason suspected. Freeze was simple enough to handle.

Jason skimmed through Danny’s files again, committing it to memory. It seemed the kid had pretty good grades up until two years ago. After that, it was mostly Cs and poor attendance. Possibly when the ghost thing started, or when Danny became a halfa. Jason did note that the kid hadn’t had any sort of checkup at a doctor since he was seven and had to go for a broken arm. Looking at his sibling, he could tell that she more or less took care of the kid when she could. Jasmine Fenton, currently attending college in Illinois, not too far from Amity Park. Considering her major in psychology, he could infer that she was not onboard with her parent’s ghostly obsessions. It was a strong possibility that she had helped Danny get out of Amity. For now though, they’d have to talk to Phantom first before interrogating the kid.

A quick text from Tim had Jason putting his phone away and picking up the book he’d been reading, looking towards the door expectantly. He wasn’t surprised in the least to see that Damain and Danny had somehow turned the tour into a race. The two skidded to a stop in the middle of the library while Tim followed leisurely behind, a bit exasperated.

“I win,”Damian claimed, puffing out his chest. Danny stood up straighter, adopting a thoughtful look.

“I dunno, I feel like I might’ve won that time,” Danny said, stroking his non-existent beard. “Tim? Who do you think?”

“Drake was not even paying attention,”Damian grumbled, scowling at Danny.

“Since I value my life, I’m gonna have to say Damian won,”Tim said, collapsing into a red beanbag chair. Damian nodded with a smirk, and Danny pouted.

“Alright, but I’ll get you next time,”Danny vowed. He went to sit in a green beanbag chair, only for Jason to catch his attention. “Jason, right? Whatcha reading?”

“Jane Austen,”Jason said, flipping the book to show Danny the cover.

“Ah, Pride and Prejudice,”Danny nodded sagely. Jason perked up at the reaction whale Tim and Damian rolled their eyes.

“You’ve read it?” Jason asked casually. Danny made a so-so movement with his hand.

“I read the version that was retold as a guinea pig picture book,”Danny said, like that was normal. Jason and the others gave him a bewildered look.

“What?”Damian asked incredulously, while Tim was typing on his phone, no doubt to search if such a thing existed. It did. Tim made a noise of vague interest, and sent it to Jason’s phone.

“I think it’s called ‘A guinea pig pride and prejudice, but it might not be too different to the normal version,”Danny said, oblivious to the look on Jason’s face. “Anyway, Tim said you’d join us for videogames?”

“As soon as I burn whatever book you’re talking about, sure,”Jason shook his head, getting up. “Which games are we talking about?”

“Mario Kart,”Tim called from his beanbag. Danny stuck out a hand to help him up, and effortlessly picked Tim out of the beanbag, much to Tim’s surprise. “Whoa, you’re stronger than you look.”

“I’ll have you know that short people can also be strong,”Danny sniffed. “I just forget sometimes that people can’t handle my raw strength,”Danny said, gesturing to his frankly abysmal muscles.

Damian snorted. “I would highly doubt anyone would be impressed by a fishbone such as yourself.”

“Yeah kiddo, you look like a light breeze could knock you over,”Jason joked. The three of them made their way down to the game room as they talked, Danny getting more exasperated.

“I’m telling you, I’m stronger than I look, promise,” Danny laughed. “I bet I could even beat Tim in an arm wrestle.”

The three brothers snorted. “Bet,”Tim smirked. He knew he looked kind of scrawny from afar, but because of his night job, he had amassed a lot of muscle.

“I can’t wait to see this,”Jason laughed. “If you beat Tim you can stay here as long as you want.”

“As much as I hate to agree with Drake,”Damian scoffed,”There’s no way you’ll beat him.”

“Oh I see, ye of little faith,”Danny hopped on his toes, grinning. “I think you’re just scared.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Sure, I’m so scared of you and your noodle arms.”

Before Dnany could retort, they’d made it to the game room. “Woah, does this mansion have everything? Is that an arcade game?”

“Yep,”Jason said, grasping the teen’s shoulders and leading him to a table. “Now arm wrestle Timmy. You can’t make a claim like that without following through.”

Danny laughed, standing opposite to Tim at the table. “Alright alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He joked as they got into position.

“Three, two, one,”Jason counted off, and the two arms gave a bit of a jolt before standing still in the middle. Tim looked baffled, while Danny had a grin. “Come on Timbo, are you even trying?”

“I.. am.. What the-” Tim gritted out, and stopped talking when their arms moved slowly in Danny’s winning side. Their hands briefly touched the table before they relaxed, and Jason broke out into a loud laugh.

Meanwhile, Damian shook his head. “I knew you were weak, Drake, but now you’re just pitiful,”Damian scowled.

“Wha- No, he’s actually really strong! I’m not kidding, how the heck-”Tim sputtered.

“I told you,”Danny said smugly, crossing his arms.

“Me next,”Jason grinned, and Danny nodded.

“Okay, no offense, but I think you could lift my whole body with just one arm, so I don’t think this is very fair,”Danny said, choosing to ignore how Tim and Damian started arm wrestling at a different table to see who was srongest.

“Why, you scared?” Jason teased as Danny gripped his hand. He startled a bit at how cold Danny’s hands felt.

“Nah,”Danny said easily. He knew if he’d used more ghost strength it would look suspicious. ”I can at least give you a run for your money.”

The arm wrestle started and while Jason still won, he did so a lot slower than he would have against Tim or Damian. Jason laughed. “You’re pretty strong though, I’ll give you that.”

“Hey, as long as I beat Tim, my life goals have been met,”Danny laughed. “Now what’s Mario Kart? I’ve never played.”

Suffice to say, they were all cramped in the game room for hours until Alfred came to collect them for lunchtime. Despite the siblings previous reluctance to hang out together before, they found that they were pleasantly content to get along with Danny around. Jason brushed it off as everyone behaving for the new kid, but it felt nice to forget about all drama for a while.

“Did you notice how cold his hands were?” Tim whispered to Jason once Damian and Danny were occupied with vegetarian sandwiches. Jason nodded, knowing Tim would add it to his ever-growing file. Looks like their halfa theory was becoming true.”And he’s strong, could be a meta ability.”

“You’re just a sore loser,”Jason whispered back, only to get a scowl back. He grinned, patting Tim on the back before joining the shorter two for sandwiches.

“You’re vegetarian as well?” Damian was asking.

“Yea,”Danny said between bites. Looking at his plate, Jason only saw half a sandwich and resolved to get the kid to eat another one by the time lunch was over. “My friend is an ultra-recylo-vegetarian, and she finally convinced me,”Danny explained. It definitely wasn’t because he regularly saw ghosts that resembled corpses, and that meat had started to remind him of that a little too much. “I don’t mind it, but I’d just prefer not to eat meat when I can.”

Damian nodded sagely, giving Tim and Jason a look. “I am glad at least one other person here is sensible.”

Danny laughed,”My friend Tucker was horrified when I told him. Are you the only vegetarian at the manor?”

“I am,” Damian said.

“Not for lack of trying,”Tim added under his breath. Then louder, he added,”You should try the cucumber sandwiches, Alfred makes them the best.” He said, grabbing one and putting it on Danny’s plate.

“I don’t think I’m that hungry,”Danny joked, nervously. Jason patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

“You’re skin and bones, kid,”Jason lectured. “An extra sandwich won’t hurt ya.”

Danny gave him a confused look, but ate as much as he could anyway. He really didn’t feel hungry, but maybe he was acting too suspicious? Danny thought to himself. It just felt weird to eat when he didn’t feel hungry, and he wasn’t sure how his ghostly side was even affecting what he ate. Honestly he didn’t even know if he needed to eat anymore. Jazz would kill him if he tried to test that theory though, so he stuck to munching on the delicious sandwich while the siblings bickered. His core hummed quietly at the feeling of being included with the family.

He’d miss them when he left.

Chapter 11

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𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷 7

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When her friend doesn’t show up to an outing, Y/n is prompted to make a house call. But when the past comes to get back at them, she has to wonder: is she really capable of moving on?

IMPORTANT: Instead of having the huge warning paragraph here, for this chapter I want to put a little note in. This chapter of Moving On is a lot heavier and quite graphic. Mind the warnings. I will link a summary of the chapter above the series Masterlist link. It will not be an alternate chapter, but rather a summary of what happened in this chapter, without the details. Stay safe and mind your triggers.

Warnings: heavily implied potential suicide, breaking and entering, graphic depictions of gore, guilt, depression, background stucky, violence, crying, scars, yelling, discussions of: phantom limb pain, NON-GRAPHIC past sexual abuse (including assault), cults, suicidal ideation, car crashes, hospitals, funerals, death, past abuse (physical, emotional, it’s HYDRA, y’know?), and there's a slight part where it's implied that the reader is a lesbian but it's easy to ignore.

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

“Hey guys!” You smile as you find your newfound friend group standing together outside the cafe.

They all greet you joyfully as you go to stand beside Wanda.

“The only person we’re waiting on is Bucky.” Thor notes.

“He doesn’t live that far away. He should be here by now.” Sam frowns.

“Call him?” You suggest. Sam pulls out his phone, holding it up to his ear.

“Nothing.” He murmurs.

Thor tries. Bucky doesn’t pick up.

Wanda calls, and Bucky doesn’t answer.

You try, and he doesn’t answer your call either.

Clint tries, and Bucky picks up on the second ring.

Sam rolls his eyes, and you and Wanda look at each other, smiling slightly.

“Hey, where are you, man?” Clint asks. You can’t hear what Bucky’s saying. “Okay, well..take care, then.” Clint lowers the phone from his ear, frowning slightly.

“Where is he?” Wanda questions.

“He’s at home. He didn’t really elaborate. I think he’s having a bit of a rough day.” Clint explains.

“And Steve’s out of town,” Wanda murmurs.

Sam nods at her. “Exactly.” He thinks for a moment.

Clint seemingly comes up with a plan. “Does anybody have their address? They live together, right?”

“Yeah. I have it. I don’t think he’d really wanna talk to any of us—besides, I know that I personally am not experienced in how to get through that kind of thing in a healthy way.” Sam replied.

“Me neither. I’m not the best with comforting others, so..” Clint shrugged.

“I doubt he’d feel comfortable with myself. I think it’d be best if one of you helped him.” Thor explained.

Wanda looked at you. And then everyone else looked at you, too.

“Okay,” you breathed. “Send me his address.”

The apartment wasn’t too far away, and you were able to ride the elevator to the sixth floor.

It wasn’t hard finding Bucky and Steve’s apartment, considering Sam had given you his apartment number.

You knocked on the door. Once. Then twice. And then again a third time.

“Bucky?” You said, at a normal volume. You didn’t want to bother any of his neighbors. You called his name again, slightly louder this time. And then you began to worry. How could you guarantee that he was okay? He could’ve fell in the shower or something. Choked on food while he was home alone. Fuck, he could’ve hurt himself.

That thought sent you into a real panic, and you knocked rapidly on the door. Once more, he didn’t answer.

You placed your hand on the door handle. You weren’t usually the type to commit breaking and entering, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Though, how suspicious would it look to break the lock on his door? You’d never been to his apartment, anyone who looked in the hall wouldn’t recognize you.

But now was not the time to think about all that. You expected to have to force the door open, to sacrifice your shoulder to bust down the door. It would make an obnoxiously loud sound and would probably send the neighbors running out into the hallway to see what the hell was going on. And when you opened the door…

…it opened without any problems. You swung the door open, managing to stop it before it hit the wall. Looking into the apartment, you took in the decor. A comfy couch in the living room area, a nice kitchen, a few picture frames hung on the walls here and there. All Steve’s work, you were sure of it.

“Bucky?” You close the door softly behind you. Creeping through the apartment, you find there is no Bucky in sight.

You approached a closed door, which you assumed was a bedroom door. You knocked. “Bucky? If you’re okay just say something. Literally anything, please.”

Your eyes watered when you received no answer. When you open the door, what are you going to find? You weren’t going to be ready to find a corpse. That’s what you were sure of. But what if he was just asleep? That was a possibility.

You opened the door.

You immediately saw him. Or, the outline of him. He was curled up in a blanket, still in bed. You could see him breathing, his torso moving slightly with every breath.

“Bucky?” You whispered.

“Mm.” He answered back.

“It’s 1:54 in the afternoon. We were gonna meet up for lunch, what happened?”

He shrugs in response.

“Clint let you know I was coming, yeah?”

He nods, his back facing you. He doesn't turn to face you, and you shift awkwardly.

"He said you were having a bit of a rough day. Are you sick? Or is more of an..inside thing?"

He says nothing, and you frown. You look towards the curtains, a soft and gentle blue. Steve's favorite color, you remembered.

You hear a soft sniffle come from the bed.

"Are you..crying?"

"No," he disagreed, but you could hear the sadness in his voice.

"It's okay if you are," you stated. "You don't have to hide it."

"This fucking sucks," he laughed, and you could imagine a few more tears spilling down his face. "I mean, I feel like shit. I haven't left my apartment in days, my arm fucking hurts, and I can't even get out of fucking bed." He begins to laugh at the end, as if he's fed up.

You didn't really know what to say. What would Sharon do? Probably send a motivational instagram video, you thought. It made you smile slightly, but you pushed the thought away. Now's not the time.

"Where's Steve?" You asked softly.

"Lehigh, New Jersey. It's a small town, he's visiting a friend, Peggy."

"Have you thought about calling him? He's your roommate and your best friend, right?" You assumed that Steve normally helped Bucky get through his bad days.

"Boyfriend, actually." He sniffled.

"Wait, what? Since when?"

"Since three days ago," he chuckled.

"That's awesome, man." You smiled, stepping a few inches closer.

He nods, rolling over to face you. His face is puffy, his eyes a bit red from crying. The blanket slides down a bit, revealing his scarred chest. You notice the absence of his left arm and the scarring around his shoulder, but you don't dwell on it. Bringing your eyes quickly back to his face, his small expression reveals that he's grateful for this.

"When's Steve coming home?"

"Tomorrow. Around suppertime. He left three days ago, so." He said quietly.

"You should come stay with me. Just for tonight. It'll get you out of the house, and it might make you feel a little better."

"I don't wanna be a bother. You know, more than I'm already being."

"You're not a burden. You're having a rough time, and that's okay, it's human. C'mon, I've got a guest room. You're never too old for a sleepover."

"What, are we gonna paint each other's toenails?"

You gave him a goofy grin. "Damn right. And we'll talk all about boys or something." You laugh, and he does too.

“Hey. C’mon, I’m serious.” You say earnestly after a moment, shoving your hands in your pockets. “S’not just for you. I get lonely.” You make it sound like a joke, but deep down both of you know it’s true.

He nods after a second.

“I’ll be in the living room, yeah? So you can pack up and get ready or whatever you wanna do.” You began to make your way towards the door, and he nodded again, a silent ‘thank you’.

You sat on the couch, which was a light tan color. It was a pretty nice couch.

Bucky came out twenty minutes later, his hair wet and pulled back into a half-up half-down hair style. He wore a black hoodie and some black jeans, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

You smiled warmly, wolf-whistling for dramatic effect. “Lookin’ good Barnes.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He shook his head, but he couldn’t hide his smile.

When you got to your place, the two of you grabbed a beer, plopping down in front of the couch.

“Do..you wanna talk about it?”

“I mean, it was just memories coming up, paired with phantom limb pain.” He explained.

“Drink. You know, if you want. It just seems like a ‘drink-and-talk’ kind of night.”

He took a sip of his beer, and you took a sip of your own.

“I was in the military until, well, you know.” He gestured to his prosthetic. “And then I accidentally joined a cult.”

You blinked, waiting for him to explain further.

“I guess they manipulated me or whatever, but I still fell for it. They were…weird. Always talking about ‘Insight’ and other propaganda. It was just..dumb. I just..needed something to belong to, I guess. They ended up giving me the first prosthetic I ever had. Not this one—this one’s much less…invasive.”

You nod, not sure if there was anything else you could say.

“They had their version of the electric chair. If you didn’t…do what they wanted you to do, they’d uh, punish you. Public whippings, the goddamn chair, more…graphic things. I was the newest member, shit always landed on me. One of the uh, higher ups, had a sex drive bigger than my will to live. Never a fun day for me.” Bucky said, shrugging as if trying to hide how it affected him.

“Then Steve reached out. Kept reaching out, that stubborn son of a bitch." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "Got me out of that situation. And then, well, here I am." He looked down at his hand, rubbing his pointer finger against his thumb. “My uh..sister and parents passed away while I was gone. Car crashes suck ass.”

You huffed a laugh. “Tell me about it.”

He glanced to the photo hanging on the wall. “Is…is that..?”

“Oh—yeah. Uh—it’s—well, y’know, it’s—uhm—yeah. It’s—yeah.” You sputtered.

Deciding that it was awkward if you didn’t say something else, you spoke up. "So...you and Steve, huh?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, grinning. "Yeah-huh."

"How'd you know? That..that you liked him?" You asked, and you were sure that you both knew there was more to this question besides your curiosity about Bucky's love life.

"I guess I didn't. I mean, we've known each other since we were real young, y'know. So I guess it was jus' always kinda that way."

"And..how'd you know he liked you back?" A certain woman popped into your mind, with her large doe-like green eyes and soft red hair.

"Cause he looked at me like there was somethin' worth lookin' at." Bucky drawled, making eye-contact with you. You were positive he was being earnest, based on his tone and overall demeanor.

Did Wanda look at you like that? Did you look at her like that?

“Huh,” you mumbled, nodding. You hoped he couldn’t tell what you were thinking. Somehow, deep inside you, you knew he could.

“So,” he took a sip of beer. “You and Wanda, eh?”

“Shut up,” you laughed.

“But seriously! You gotta tell me. Queer to queer, c’mon.” He nudged you with his elbow.

“Okay.” You sigh. “We went to a sunflower field together and ate sunflower-themed baked goods. At the end we called it a date, but I don’t know if that was meant to be romantic or not.”

“Oh. That’s…ambiguous.”

“Tell me about it.” You let out a breath, leaning your head back against the couch.

“But it was totally meant to be romantic. Very homo.”

“What?” You looked at him, but he seemed dead serious.

“Have you seen the way she looks at you? She looks so goddamn happy. And sure, she looks pleasant all the time, but not in the same way. It’s different.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. You looked at him. “I just…I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I like her. I mean, I think I do. But I can’t tell if I like her or if I like how she reminds me a little of Nat.”

He stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.

"I'm not..trying to find another Natasha--that's...weird. I mean, they're super different. Natasha was older than me, just by two years. And Wanda's a year younger. She's more..bubbly. Like, the best way I can describe it is that Natasha's a deep red, and Wanda's a light pink. Just in like, vibes." You tried to explain. "Sorry, I probably sound crazy."

"No, it makes sense. Wait..what color are my vibes?" He chuckled, but you could tell he wasn't making fun of you.

"Mm...silver. And red. With hints of a greenish-yellow, like old-timey lighting."

"Huh." He nodded.

After a few more minutes, you both departed to your separate rooms. Bucky to the guest room, and you to your bedroom, as per usual. You fell asleep quicker than usual, but whether that was due to the alcohol or due to the comfort of having someone else in the apartment, you weren't sure.

You awoke to the sound of glass shattering. Immediately, you were confused. Had Bucky gotten up to get a drink and dropped a glass? Had something fell?

Though you were tired, you wanted to make sure nothing important was damaged. That included Bucky being hurt.

You pulled yourself out of bed, slowly creeping out of your bedroom. The layout of your apartment was simple. No hallways, minus the tiny one that lead to the bathroom. You surveyed the dark living room, immediately finding the source of the noise.

Your window had been smashed. And in your living room, a few feet from the couch you’d just been sitting against, was a figure. Not Bucky, you were positive. From what you could see, the figure was wearing all black, and sported the unmistakable curves of a woman.

Your blood ran cold, your legs locking up, keeping you in place. Your mouth went dry, and you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You screamed, hoping that doing so would potentially let someone know that you needed help. And, worse case scenario, that you were murdered. That you didn’t do it yourself. That you wanted to live.

The figure rushed toward you, shoving you to the ground before pinning you there. She slammed a hand over your mouth as you writhed under her. You let out muffled screams and mangled growls, not wanting to go without a fight.

“What the hell?” Bucky walked out into the living room, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing before, minus the fact that he’d changed from a hoodie to a t-shirt. The absence of his left arm was much more noticeable now.

He quickly peered over the couch, his eyes widening in fear as he found you. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, immediately racing for you. You’d forgotten about his military days; the ones that had clearly set him up with a faster speed and a stronger body.

He ripped the woman off of you, and she let out an animalistic shriek in protest. They wrestled for a moment, before she slammed her boot against his face. He groaned, backing up. She ignored him, beginning to stumble toward you. You got a clear look at her this time. She was wearing a black mask, one built similar to one you’d see a surgeon wear.

She dashed at you again, but this time you were more prepared. You grabbed anywhere you could—her hair, her neck, her ears—and the two of you tussled for a few moments. You grabbed her mask, ripping it off her face and shoving her backward as you stumbled in the opposite direction.

Bucky was clutching at his bloody nose, and you resisted the urge to gag at the red stain that covered the front of his shirt, going from just under the neckline to his chest. You’d seen blood before; you were a woman, and it’d be a real inconvenience to be scared of blood. But the scenario only made your uneasiness worse.

You stared at your attacker’s revealed face, before it dawned on you.

“Yelena?”

She glared at you, chest heaving as she was out of breath. You were sure that you didn’t look any better.

“Why the hell are you here?” You stressed, brows furrowing.

“You know what you did. And now I’m going to kill you for it.” She brandished a knife from her pocket, twisting it around in her fingers.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Yelena, I haven’t seen you since—since—“

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. L/n? I'm calling from Westview Hospital."

“—since you left me to find my sister dead? Since you left my parents to find their oldest daughter with her face half melted off? Since then, Y/n? What, did you think we just wouldn’t find out?” Her voice steadily rose in volume.

"She was in a car accident, ma'am." Dr. Christine Palmer told you. "We had her in surgery--Dr. Strange and I operated on her ourselves. She's unstable, but there's a chance she'll pull through. We just have to hope for the best."

Natasha, your beloved Natasha, was sitting in a hospital bed. She was unconscious, and you wondered if that was for the best. The skin on her face was burned, stitched up but still seemingly melting.

Dr. Palmer left the room, leaving you alone with her. You sobbed for what felt like decades, before you realized that her family hadn't been alerted. That was up to you. And that only broke you more.

“You don’t understand! I couldn’t—I just—“

You'd ran. It was true, you had run. You'd scribbled Yelena's phone number on the tiny notepad in Nat's hospital room before you raced out. You didn't know what else to do.

“No, you don’t understand! You’re a fucking coward, you sick son of a bitch! You couldn’t even face us after what you did! You didn’t even show up to her funeral!” She shrieked, and then everything went quiet.

You hadn't gone. That was also true. You couldn't bear to show your face after the whole hospital incident. And that wasn't to say that you'd never been to her grave, or that you hadn't left flowers and other small trinkets, because you'd done those things. But you hadn't been there to grieve with the rest of her family. Sometimes you regretted it, other times you pushed the thought away before you could dwell on it.

Bucky had gone; you had no real defense against her anymore. He’d most likely went off to the bathroom to avoid bleeding on the kitchen floor.

“…You don’t get it.” You muttered.

“I bet you don’t even care! You’ve already got some random fucking guy you’re sleeping with!” She shouted at you. “You never loved her! Say it!” Her eyes watered, and you could hear her sadness seep through her voice.

"I did love her! I loved her with everything I had!" You felt your own eyes water as your throat burned.

"Then why did you run away?"

You didn't have an answer to that. Not really. She let out a quiet sob, turning her head to look away from you.

"Because I was scared, Yelena. I didn't know what else to do--I wanted to call you. I wanted to be there, I wanted to reach out, but I was scared. And I've regretted it every day." You pant, tears streaming down your face. “Yelena, I was going to marry her. I’d already bought the ring.”

“You’re pathetic.” She gasped, crying softly. “You’re so pathetic.”

You gave her a nod. “I know.”

“She would’ve never said yes.” She wept bitterly. You both know that that’s not true.

“She already had,” you admitted.

“Ask me later, you goof. You know what I’ll say. But I want you to ask.” Natasha smiled one Sunday morning in the middle of summer. “I love you, you know that?”

“I do.” You grinned. “What kind of ring are you thinking?” You watched her clean the dishes.

“Whatever you’ve already got. You’re not very sneaky, Y/n.” She chuckled. You wrapped your arms around her waist, your chin resting on her shoulder. “But I’d let you propose to me with a ring pop. Not many people get that chance, y’know.”

“I am proud to be blessed with that honor. Now, you want blue raspberry or berry blast?” You teased.

“Why would she spend her life with you? Why do you deserve it?” She sniffled.

“I don’t.” You let the tears pour from your eyes.

“She died because you let her.” Yelena blamed you.

“I fought for her to quit that stupid fucking job. She hated it.” You remembered how much she’d assure you of that fact. But she had friends at her job. She couldn’t just leave them behind. “I fought for that. But she was better at arguing than me. She was better.” You nodded to yourself, resisting the urge to sob hysterically.

“You should’ve fought harder.” Yelena growled.

Without thinking, you let out a whistle just as it seemed she was about to rush and stab you.

“…She…she told you about that?” Yelena stopped.

“Me and Yelena would do it when we were kids. We used to pretend we were spies, and that was our ‘signal’. Then it just kinda became a hello-goodbye thing.” Natasha played with your hair as you laid on her chest. With her other hand, she fiddled with the sheets. “She told me that when she moved away to college, the only thing she could think about was leaving you. She loved you, Yelena. That never changed. She loved you.”

Yelena sobbed. She lowered herself to the ground, too overwhelmed with grief to keep standing. “You got to spend so much time with her.”

“I know.” You nodded, crying yourself. You stepped closer to her, kneeling beside her before wrapping your arms around her.

“It shouldn’t have happened this way,” she lets out a shaky breath. “If I had been there, I could’ve changed it—I could’ve fixed it, I could’ve—“

“Nobody could’ve stopped her. She’d go to work in eight feet of snow with nothing but roller blades to get her there. You know Natasha.” You cut her off.

"I loved her. I loved her so much." She cries.

"I know. We all did." You rubbed her back soothingly. She sobs in your arms. You hold her tightly.

“Goodbye, Y/n L/n.” She whispered after a moment, standing and retreating towards the door.

“Goodbye, Yelena.”

Goodbye, Natasha.

“Fuck, my window’s still broken.”

A/n: bit of a long chapter, eh? Also, just in case you haven’t seen it yet: I’ve got the moving on playlist (Spotify) and the moving on Pinterest board!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fic #Moving on

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Dp x dc idea 61

This turned out to be way longer then i planned. It was just meant to be a quick idea. Not a full like plan. So quick prompt below then a full idea.

Amanda Waller started the GIW. They captured small ghost at first. Had success in controlling them. Catch Danny. Convince him the league is in cahoots with him in case of an escape. He escapes. They get other ghosts and launch attacks against the league as an outside force obviously no connection to Amanda Waller. So Danny now is trying to deal with mind controlled ghosts all while avoiding the government and league. During a direct attack on the league Danny breaks a ghost out the mind control. Danny is then forced to work alongside them as the one he freed actually talked thing out with the league.

Imma give Danny an big reason to not trust the justice league. The Giw are working for Amanda Waller. Obviously trying to figure out a way to use those from the infinite realm as tools/weapons. These beings have proven to be a force to to deal with. Plants taking over, citizens forced into sweet dreams, kidnapping and the over shadowing of a whole town to vote in a mayor.

It’s the perfect way to take down the justice league. It won’t even look like the government played a part in it.

Now after freak show proved they could be controlled things get more intense. They begin capturing ghosts and trying out ways to control them. Test after test until they started to have successful trial runs.

They start with the animal ones, those who can’t actively communicate what’s going on if they escape. Figuring out ways to stop/force powers and stuff along those lines. They work extremely well in on the animals.

Animal ghost began to commander items for the group never getting caught. Following orders with no hesitation.

They get competent quickly this time around. Successfully capturing phantom. The one who was originally under freak shows mind control. Now imma give Danny even more altered dna cause he’s half human. Things don’t work on him the same as the others. If he’s a ghost it works just fine but as a human not so much. So freak show only controlled phantom never Danny.

Now obviously this is problematic for Giw and Amanda. The first time he turned back all progress had been lost. Danny had full control of himself again. Now She can’t have him going off and telling ppl about this. Their pretty positive he won’t be able to escape. Both ghost and human restraints are in use. Just in case convinces him the Justin league all work with them. That no one would help them.

Now Danny escapes. Not unharmed. He has injures and newly made scars. He avoided going ghost at all costs the second time they controlled him. It’s far easier to force him back into his natural human state then to get him to unwillingly go ghost.

How he escaped well he had some help. One of the agents perhaps an undercover hero helped aid him.

Danny is on his own and doesn’t know what to do. Slowly beings of the realm get captured. Coming under there control.

With enough members of the infinite realm the attack happens. Under the disguise of otherworldly beings. No need for Amanda or the GIW to be known.

So the justice league has a new threat. Danny won’t even consider the justice league to help or going to Sam or tucker. He didn’t want his human friends or family to be involved. He didn’t even manage to warn the realm.

When his rogues and his ghostly allies start attacking the human realm Danny knows what’s up. He knows it’s not them. Skulker could be bought out, but he wasn’t even threatening to take his pelt. So Danny knows he’s under control as well. He starts to counter them best he can. Theres just too many of them. Danny never manages to get close to any to occupied trying to protect the human civilians from the ghosts.

It would have been far too suspicious of the ghosts just attacked the league right away. Better to force the league to go out and protect a town or two.

A direct attack on the league is when Danny is fully revealed to the league. They already knew about phantom protecting civilians. They had to have noticed. One of his Allie’s maybe frostbite, Dora or maybe even pandora is leading the charge. Whoever it is Danny breaks the control on them. Only do to the fact the league is holding off some of the ghosts. Imma go with pandora.

He breaks pandora free after getting a near fatal blow. Her eyes no longer glowing under control. She comes to with him injured. Pandora is powerful and decimates the remaining ghosts forcing them to retreat.

The justice league has questions. Now they know it’s some form of mind control. Obviously they are aware of phantom as he publicly has been defending against attacks. At this point there is no way they haven’t figured out how to hit the ghosts. Tech works on them in cannon, magic works so they had to have figured out something. Now the problem comes in with the number they are facing. How they ghosts just keep growing in number.

Where the league requires weapons or magic Danny and Pandora just then had taken out huge swarms of the ghosts without any weapons.

Here’s where the problem kicks in. Danny is convinced the league is apart of the problem. Danny hasnt really connect the dots yet. He is terrified they’ll cause pandora to be mind controlled again. Despite the fact the attack was against the league. The two dip before anything is said between the parties.

Now the league are dealing with ghosts under mind control and the person who managed to break one of them out looked terrified of them. Maybe it was Wonder Woman who originally approached it is pandora after all.

Pandora who is not a scared teenager working purely on impulse connects the dots.

Danny is a not the most logical person at this time. She’s the one who actually approaches the league. To get both sides of the story despite Danny’s protests. She does meet him halfway and just arranged a meeting with wonderwoman. Away from the watchtower.

Her meeting with wonder woman only confirms things.

This leads to Danny begrudgingly working with them. He doesn’t trust them by any means. But he trusts pandora. Pandora sends a message to the realm. About what’s going on.

She stays because the GIW have her box. Just to add more drama. So ghost and evil running amok. They can stop and influx of at least one.

The infinite realm cut access to the human realm. They won’t risk more of there people getting taken. If a portal opens up a team goes through to destroy it. Natural portals are rare and and not a big problem. But happen. Those ones get heavily guarded going forward.

No new ghost. The rest still under control. Pandora could fight them off. The issue is the mind control. She’s susceptible. At one point she nearly gets under control again. Danny steps in.

He went through it all. Knows what they are doing, how they are doing it. He lived it.

Danny has been phantom whenever around the league. At one point the mind control is directed back at him. He goes human right in front of them.

With the leagues help they find a way to massively break the control on the ghosts. Danny has had time to realize he had been in fact lied to. Sam, Tucker and Jazz get a chance to yell at Danny for leaving them behind. Because i like the angst it brings it get brought up that it was the Fenton parents who sold him out.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #justice league #Amanda Waller #I’ve been rewatching justice league and justic leauge unlimited so i have thoughts #mind control is just too common in dc #then it’s happens in Danny phantom #pandora #pandora nearly killing phantom broke her free #she hurt the baby ghost #Danny is running of 7 shots of expresso and fear #he is strong but come on. let him be a scared teen #not the one who bears all the responsibility.#I’ve been stuck with this idea in my brain for the last week #I’m very susceptible to peer pressure on this idea #should i actually flush my idea into a fic when i finish my quarter in two weeks #like I’ll have a full week before my summer classes start #maybe vlad comes in at some point to help #pandora can go recruit Ellie #Ellie gets to be pandoras favorite halfa. i have decided #Danny and Ellie set off Batman’s adoption sense when they go human the first time #all he has to do it convince them they mean no harm #the possibilities are endless #vlad potentially teaming up with the Giw.#he sees an opportunity to get Danny as his son. mind control would work better then cloning him

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Dressing for Revenge

Ghostface!Ethan Landry x ghostface!reader

Not my gif

Warning(s): scream VI spoilers, canon typical violence, mentions of blood, mostly fluff tbh

Word count: 2.5k words

Request: Could you do a Ethan x reader where they are both ghostface? Maybe the reader got cut while trying to kill one of the core 4 and they get suspicious when they see the reader limping or something and then Ethan and the reader talk about it after?

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It was supposed to be easy. Surprise the group after a night out, get them to freak the fuck out so they would rely more heavily on Wayne, and then act like nothing was wrong.

But of course, when did things go your way?

You had it all planned; the core four, as they called themselves, were having dinner out in a restaurant to rekindle after a few stressful weeks of college and work— nothing out of the extraordinary. What you had planned for later, however, was.

Ethan had told you they had been tense recently, ever since the new ghostface attacks had begun to pop up on the news. Chad would flinch whenever you closed a door too loudly, hands going to the phantom wounds on his stomach as if to stop a bleeding that was no longer happening; Sam would look at everyone in the street with a deathly stare that had even made a girl freak out and cross the street; Mindy spent most of her nights locked in her room, trying to figure out who the new killer was, and their motive, to the point she canceled date nights with Anika, too absorbed in her mysteries; Tara simply pretended nothing was wrong, too focused on wanting to live a normal life to truly allow herself the time to realize in just how much danger she was really on.

Tension was palpable in the apartment, Quinn summered up. You could tell Chad was tense as well, what with almost living with him, since you spent more time at Ethan’s than your own dorm.

It was the perfect moment to attack.

So you waited, waiting outside their apartment complex. Your mask covered your face, just like Ethan’s— your breathing was starting to get heavy, and you were thankful for the cold breeze, because the robe was starting to make your hands sweat. You had been in the alley for a good fifteen minutes, waiting for them to appear. It was your first time doing this, but you were ready. You wanted to make them pay for what they did.

You never met Richie, and if you were asked, you would say you really didn’t care about him— how could you, when you didn’t know of his existence until Ethan showed up one day in your dorm, crying about his brother? No, you couldn’t care less about Richie and his stupidity to get himself killed, but the look on Ethan’s face as he mourned his brother, the man who taught him how to ride a bike and chew gum without swallowing it, it broke your heart. It made you wrap your arms around him, allowing him to cry into your shoulder for as long as he needed.

In a macabre way, you were glad Richie was dead. His death brought Ethan and you together, so close you felt like you were made just for him. So when he knocked on your door one night, hair sticking out as he told you about his father’s plan, you grabbed his hand, looked into his eyes and said “I’m in.”

Wayne had been mad at Ethan for telling you about the death plan, as Quinn so inconspicuously called it, but with time he had realized you were truly willing to be part of everything.

Which led you to where you were now: holed up in a dark alley, eying everyone as they walked by, patiently waiting for the right time.

“How are you?” Ethan asked. His voice was strange, so unlike him that you almost asked him to turn off the voice changer. You didn’t, however, not wanting to risk him getting caught. Instead, you slipped your arm around his torso, resting your head carefully on his shoulder.

“Fine,” you said. A chill went down your body at the sound of your own voice. Once all of this was over, you promised yourself you would destroy every voice changer you had the misfortune of running into.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

Ethan and you immediately straighten up at the sound of Tara’s laugh. “Of course I did,” Chad said. He had an arm around Tara’s shoulder. Behind them, Mindy was giggling alongside his twin and his girlfriend, and Sam was looking at her phone, relaxed.

It was the perfect opportunity.

Ethan and you moved almost in perfect sync, exiting the alley before they could enter the apartment complex. Your boyfriend was fast, probably blinded by the anger fueled by the sight of the happy family as he stabbed Chad’s arm. They were taken by surprise, the black of your robes melting with the shadows casted by the lack of light. Ethan pulled out the knife as Chad screamed, and he moved towards Sam, throwing himself at her as he cut her collarbone, close to her neck.

You didn’t hesitate for long, going after Mindy in a slow and well rehearsed walk. She backed away, searching in her pocket for something, but you didn’t give her time, stabbing her right in the stomach once, then twice, and once again before she fell to the ground.

It scared you how much you enjoyed her gasp of pain.

Chad threw himself at you, but you managed to avoid his grasp; had you not, you knew your cover would be blown— Chad was too big for you. Thankfully, you managed to stab him in the back, which made Tara scream. Chad fell to the ground, coughing. You were momentarily surprised by how easily he had been taken down, almost wanting to stab him again just for the pleasure of it, but Tara slammed her purse against your head, disorienting you. It was a miracle the mask hadn’t fallen to the ground.

“Bitch,” Tara said, kicking you in the leg. For someone so small, she surely had strength. Not enough, however, to stop you as you grabbed the knife out of Chad’s back and swung it at her, cutting her across the chest.

“Tara,” Sam said. She was still struggling with Ethan, but judging by the blood seeping into her shirt, you knew Ethan had managed to stab her at least once. She pushed Ethan away, making him trip and fall to the ground. Within seconds, Sam grabbed your knife hand and turned it around, trying to align the weapon right into your heart. Ethan was up quickly, pushing Tara into the ground as he watched the two of you struggle.

You knew it was pointless; Sam was stronger than you. So instead of pushing her away, you moved the knife to the side, and let go. She stabbed you on the arm, making you groan and cry in pain. The movement was smart (or stupid) enough to take Sam by surprise, which Ethan took advantage of; Sam was the last of the core four to fall to the ground, and Ethan’s arms were wrapped around you soon after.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You could only nod as he moved you away from the scene, hiding you as Quinn pretended to hear the noise and scream, calling her father with shaking hands. It was all going as rehearsed, beside your knife sticking out of your arm.

“Perfect. Can’t you tell?” You answered sarcastically.

“I’m taking you back to the apartment,” Ethan said. Police sirens were already breaking the silence that the attack had left.

“Okay.”

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The knife was removed by careful hands as soon before you made it back to Ethan and Chad’s apartment. You had taken off your robes and mask next, and once you were in Ethan’s apartment, he had taken off your shirt to look at the wound.

“Does it hurt?” He asked. His hand was wrapped around your arm, turning it around to look at the injury.

“Take a wild guess,” you said. Ethan blushed and looked away, and you instantly regretted using that tone. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just— it fucking hurts. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that.”

“It’s okay,” Ethan said, smiling softly at you. “I’m going to cure this, okay?” He got out of the bed, kissing you on the forehead.

“Okay,” you said, sitting up in bed. As Ethan went to his closet to pull out his first-aid kit, you thought of him back in that alley, stabbing people and overtaken by his need for revenge; he felt like a completely different person now, soft and delicate as he disinfected your wound. He apologized everytime you hissed in pain, kissing your shoulder, close to where the cut was.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he wrapped the bandage over your arm. “I should’ve been more careful. You got hurt because of me.”

“Don’t say that,” you murmured, climbing into his lap. You kissed his cheek, running your hand through his hair. Ethan sighed, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was,” Ethan said. “I dragged you into this. You did all of this just to help me— this is all my fault. You are hurt because I’m a coward.”

“Ethan, baby,” you said, forcing him to raise his head. You looked into his brown eyes. “It isn’t. I’m a grown woman, I’m part of this because I chose to. Don’t say otherwise or I’ll kick your butt.”

Ethan chuckled, looking into your lips. You kissed him, wanting to feel him close to you. You could have died— he could have died. It had been a nerve racking experience, even if you were aware you had brought it upon yourself.

Ethan’s phone vibrated in his pocket. You got off of his lap and watched as he answered the call.

“Hello? Yeah,” Ethan said. “Shit,” there was a small pause. “Yeah, she’s with me. Yeah— totally. We’ll be right there.”

“Who was it?” You asked when he hung up.

“Sam,” Ethan said. “They’re at the hospital. Chad is in pretty rough shape.”

You hated how excited that information got you. Instead you nodded, not letting anything show on your face as you got up and grabbed one of Ethan’s sweatshirts. You put it on carefully, hyper aware of the wound. “Let’s go, then.”

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“Sam,” Ethan called when he saw the tall brunette. She turned around, and you stopped for a moment, feigning surprise at the state of her clothes. The shirt she was wearing was dirty and covered in blood, and as she got up, you could see a bandage covering her torso.

“What the fuck?” You said, rushing to her side. “Are you okay?” You eyed the blood.

“It’s not mine,” Sam said. “At least not the majority. I used it to cover Chad’s wound. He was stabbed— he has a punctured lung.”

“Stabbed?” You asked, still looking at all the blood. Had you gone too far? “As in…”

“Ghostface,” Sam nodded.

“What about the others?” Ethan asked.

“Tara is okay. A few stitches, but nothing too serious. Mindy is under surgery.”

“Fucking hell,” you said, stepping away from Sam to look her in the eyes. You could see it then: the mistrust, the hesitation to continue talking with you.

“Where were you?” She asked, just as you had predicted.

“At Ethan’s.”

“All night?” She asked, eyebrows frowned.

“No,” you said. You needed to speak before Ethan began talking and messed things up; as much as you loved him, he talked too much when he was nervous. “He came to pick me up at my dorm, and we took a walk before going home.”

“How convenient,” Sam said, crossing her arms.

“Chad told Ethan he’d be out all night. We decided to take advantage of having the apartment for ourselves,” you said, mirroring her posture. You cringed in pain at the fresh wound— it was a small enough gesture, but Sam still noticed. She eyes your arm, and you were aware of what exactly was going on through her mind. “What are you implying?”

“Nothing,” Sam said, shaking her head. “Sorry. Stressful night, that’s all,” she reached over, grabbing you by the arm exactly where she knew ghostface had been stabbed. She squeezed, feigning a sweet gesture, but you knew what she was aiming at. So you let her, eyes on her as you put your hand on top of hers, squeezing. You held your ground, nothing in your face showing the pain that had almost given you away before. Sam pulled away, seemingly satisfied.

“It’s okay,” you said, backing up until you were resting your back against Ethan’s front. “I get it. We’ll be in the waiting room. Call us when you know something.”

“Sure,” Sam nodded. You walked away, giving her a small smile. You could feel her stare burning into your skull— both apologetic for doubting you and hesitant, not willing to drop you as a suspect just yet.

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“She suspects me,” you said. You had dragged Ethan into one of the bathrooms, ignoring his burning cheeks as he noticed it was the ladies bathroom. “She saw it— I cringed when I crossed my arms. She knows.”

“She can’t know,” Ethan said, watching as you paced back and forth.

“She can’t yet,” you said. “We still need your father to check the wound to see if it needs stitches. If it does—”

“It doesn’t,” Ethan said softly, walking towards you. He grabbed you by the arms, kissing your forehead. “It wasn’t deep enough. We removed it carefully after some time, and there was barely any bleeding. It just needs a few weeks to fully close.”

“Still…” you shook your head, trying to come up with something to make Sam’s suspicions go somewhere else. “She’ll keep an eye on me, and if I suddenly pull away she’d think it’s because I know she knows. Fuck.”

Ethan grabbed your face, kissing you on the nose. “You’re worrying too much,” he whispered. “She’ll notice if you’re so tense around her,” he began to massage your shoulders, and you almost moaned in pleasure— you hadn’t noticed you were so incredibly uptight. You laid your head on his chest, closing your eyes. “So we’re gonna go buy her some food, and we’re gonna act normal. And then we’ll go back home, and my dad will check your wound. Okay?”

You smiled against him, greedily taking in his smell before pulling away. He smelled amazing, like freshly chopped wood on a stormy day, his cologne; you were thankful you had managed to convince him to stop using axe deodorant, because you hated that scent.

“Okay,” you whispered, pulling away from him. You kissed him, allowing him to grab your hand and pull you away from the bathroom and into the hospital cafeteria.

tags: @bob-the-tomato

#ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #scream franchise #jack champion #jack champion x reader #tara carpenter #sam carpenter

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snowprincesa1 · 8 months

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Aegon’s Christine (2/2)

Fannon!Aegon ii Targaryen x F!singer!Reader

{phantom of the opera Inspired AU}

Summary: Aegon’s pleased over the fact that Christine will be visiting the red keep and is performing for the ball but things between them start getting strained .

Warnings‼️obsessive/toxic relationship, mean Aegon, nsfw, kidnapping, nsfw ‼️

Taglist: @heavenly1927

Lots of love and thanks to my beautiful bestfriend @luckytoucan for beta reading 🥹🥹🥹

Aegon’s master plan had worked. He had convinced the Queen Rhaenyra to bring a young singing prodigy from the streets of silk as a performer for all the nobility. His mother was rather surprised but suspicious at his sudden growth of knowledge in the arts of music as well.

He could already imagine you as a bard, you would sing and play for him and only him. He would make sure of it, and then for the nights he would spend them in your company as well. You were his now, day and night. He watched intently from his bedchamber’s window as you reached the red keep dressed in white just as the first time he saw you, that night. Unfortunately for him he had underestimated how much of your voice would be spent on others who were not him. Rhaenyra shared Aegon’s new interest in music, often making you sing for the children. You had to teach them as well, singing to the young Viserys and young Aegon. You didn’t mind, it was quite refreshing to have to sing to adorable blonde haired babies. You were employed as a nanny as well. Helaena often sat to listen to you as well. Aegon sadly had to watch from the corner, too afraid you would find out he was the phantom if he were to approach you so he watched from afar, sipping from his cups. He would rather not have that, he didn’t want to let you get to know the real him.

“You’ve been staring a lot at that one” Aemond said sitting beside his brother “have you sunk your claws in her yet brother?”

His hands clenched his hands in anger, his nails pressing into the soft of his palms. Was he that obvious? If Aemond had figured out so had his mother.

“Does mother doubt anything?”

“If you keep being so obvious she just might” Aemond warned.

And worst of all, you could barely speak or let alone sing at night with him. Your voice was strained and it needed rest. Many a meeting with him were taken lightly, with you simply telling him it was late and you required sleep. You shunned Aegon aside and worst of all he didn’t see any remorse in you. His blood boiled. Aegon began to fall back into his old habits, drinking, gambling and spending the nights with whores. All the while to prevent thoughts of you from popping into his head.

Truthfully speaking, you were tired of the identity he hid with so much ferocity, he would swat your creeping hand away if you even attempted to take off his hood, let alone his mask. There was no real progression in this relationship, and now you had work. You wanted to see his face but you were denied. Was it always going to be like this forever? Being in love with someone who you do not even know the name of. The real name. You knew it would end someday, something Aegon had not once considered since the day he met you all those years ago. And you finally decided to let him loose.

Truthfully you missed him more and more with each passing day, your nights were strangely empty without him. You missed his annoying remarks and his little snides he would throw at you. You missed his praise for when you sang. You wondered if he would even come to the ball where you would perform. It had been 2 weeks and he had completely stopped coming around. He promised that he would. Would he show?

You forced yourself to move on, you cursed your past self for agreeing to sing for the strange man, the phantom, a fleeting ghost which only appeared at night. Your singing had opened up new opportunities for you. You would simply have to focus on them and move on. Aegon on the other hand tried hard to be sober, it didn’t help to hear you sing in the red keep. You were where you were because of him.

You should be grateful to him and all he’s done for you. But you shut him out and eventually stopped making time for him. He was beyond enraged. Often leaving the room if you entered. He couldn’t bear to hear your voice. He should have been happy for you but he just couldn’t. Not when you were not with him. He wanted you but he didn’t want to show his true identity, he was far too high in station to bring a common woman as a wife. He reasoned.

You knew the prince Aegon didn’t like your presence, you did your best to avoid him at every corner. You would stop singing when he entered the gardens. Quite frankly speaking you’ve heard of the prince being a lustrous man who would anger easily. A man who spent his days in a lazy slump drinking and eating away. Something about him felt odd, like you knew him.

“My lady, I must offer you a piece of advice” prince Aemond said smirking “stay away from my brother Aegon, he finds your appearance quite hideous and your voice vexing to the ear.” It was a clear taunt, and you absolutely hated aemond now as well.

Your suspicions were confirmed and you made it a point to stay clear of the gloomy prince. You felt anger grow from within. He amongst all the princes was the least popular for his lack of charisma and charm, he had no notable talents, he was bad with the sword as he was with diplomacy. Did he even have an ounce of passion in his soul? His words struck a nerve. You stopped being quiet around him after, singing to annoy the prince. You noticed he disliked a particular love song and you sang it on repeat around him. The song was ‘all I ask of you’ every time you sang it for his sister Helaena he would mutter some curses under his breath and leave the room.

You would half heartedly curtsy to him and this all did not go unnoticed by the prince, your sudden defiance. Perhaps it was best that he had let you go. He thought.

He groaned when he thought of your performance that would take centre stage. He cursed himself for being kind to you. He saw you practising in the gardens, twirling around with a sash. Somewhere deep within he just wanted to end the separation, kiss you and come clean of who he truly was. But he didn’t, he went against what he wanted and kept his ego high.

The night of the performance you were nervous standing behind the door waiting for the sign to let you in. Your hands trembled and your breath grew shallow. Thoughts of doubt and insecurity entered your mind all at once. You wondered if the phantom was there, if he came for you. You were a mess right before a performance.

Prince Aegon strolled past the room you were in, he had no business in that part of the castle but yet he found himself walking curious to see how you were holding up. He saw you clasping your hands together to stop them from trembling, my, you looked gorgeous in the gown you wore, a bright red and orange gown most probably designed in Dorne. You hadn’t noticed Aegon. “Nervous?” He choked out. The words slipping before he even had a chance to stop them.

“Always” you smiled nervously. He walked up to you bottle in hand. His hands clasped your gloved one

“What are you doing?” You asked confused

“A gift..” he said with no other emotion showing. He pushed an emerald ring up your finger “for courage”

“Thankyou” you muttered “I’ll return it to you after I-”

“Christine, it’s your turn” a handmaiden said. You turned around to look at the prince “thankyou..again for this” you said showing the ring.

“Go, don’t disappoint the Targaryens”

You stared at him bewildered..that line it was so familiar. Something the phantom once said to you. Aegon wasn’t the phantom. He couldn’t be, the phantom was funny, the phantom was oddly sweet and kind. The phantom kissed you the sweetest—

Aegon stood quietly. So much left unsaid.

He watched from backstage as you performed, singing a song you had practiced a thousand times. It was perfection. You were perfection. He smiled watching your distant figure move the lords and ladies.

There was a dance where you were allowed to participate despite being low-born. Aegon watched from atop on the Targaryen’s high table as you danced with lords. He didn’t care. He did as promised and visited you before your performance. He’s fulfilled his promise. It’s over now. He cursed himself for giving up his ring though if he was really being honest he was meaning to give it to you for a while.

“My prince” you said approaching the table “I want to return this..” you said quietly

“Why..?” He simply asked shocked. He felt as though his advances were being rejected. He knew it, everyone disliked him after all..the worst of the late king viserys’ children. He simply held onto the ring rolling it in between his fingers as he watched you be swept away by a lord asking you to dance. You didn’t hear him coming to you already too busy trying to keep your distance from the preening lord attempting to barge on your personal space. You laughed nervously, the lord was clearly interested in you. He wasn’t a big lord, but one of a rather well doing house. Marrying him would set you for life. The lord told you of how you had enchanted him with your sweet angelic voice, like it was a calling from the heavens. The lord attempted to lead you to the gardens.

“She’s not going anywhere.” prince Aegon said glaring at the man, barely handsome, barely rich. Was this the man you would let dance with you? He scoffed to himself.

“My prince I believe that is for our sweet lady to decide” the man said with a forced smile as he bowed politely almost to make up for his words.

‘Our sweet lady?’ Aegon chuckled ‘what a fool, she belongs to me and only me’

“It would take me a mere second to decide if I want your head served to me on a silver platter, talk to me again out of turn and you will see how I deliver my promises” Aegon spat out.

A hand grasps your shoulder from behind pulling you to him. His hands travelling to your waist almost too familiarly. The prince Aegon with a furious look in his eyes his face wore a scowl and his eyebrows scrunched together

“And who are you?” He asked the lord

“My name is Raoul of house Chagny”

“Never heard, a minor house?” Aegon scoffed

A look of horror showed on your face. Was phantom..the prince Aegon? It would make sense the way he spoke, the way he scoffed and insulted others. He didn’t even make any effort to hide his voice from you. Did he think you were slow?

“Lord Raoul, we were dancing” she says cutting him off before he could say anymore. She curtsied to the prince and let him dance with her. This time around her gaze never left Aegon’s. I know who you are. You thought. Why couldn’t you just tell me? Why hide? You loathe me now? You think my voice vexing? Me hideous? You thought as the lord twirled you around.

It was clear the phantom or rather Aegon was enraged at the sight. His hands tightly gripping around his chalice, his knuckles turning white. He watched as the man spun you around. Your eyes never actually meeting Raoul’s but instead Aegon’s.

And Raoul took notice “have no fear my lady for I am here” he said.

‘I’m not scared’ you thought before sending him a polite smile. Before your eyes strayed away to the prince. His violet eyes and strewn silver hair. That would explain the hood..

What if it’s not him? Risk offending the prince who already dislikes you ? That’s getting your head on a spike. You shuddered at the thought. You started to feel dizzy with all the realisations of the night. You had to know. To end this already overdue confrontation but Aegon had disappeared from the hall and wasn’t seen for the rest of the night.

When you made your way back to your house down the streets of kingslanding you saw a familiar figure who was the exact size of prince Aegon. The moment you longed for..to talk with him after so long. You were in no mood to beat around the bush

“Tell me who you are” you said calmly

“No.” He said shortly

“Then I bid you good night ser”

“Did you enjoy it? Prancing around with some man?” He chuckled but from his demeanour you knew. He was not happy

“Yes, I did. Do you want to know why?” You asked baiting him to ask you why you felt this way

“And why is that, my dear?” He chuckled his hand covering the lower part of his face as though forcing himself to calm down.

“Because Raoul is a good man” you said

“Raoul Raoul Raoul you don’t know the man!” He yelled

“I know not of you as well” you sharply retorted

The silence resumed between the two of you.

“And what of Raoul? Do you plan to keep him in the dark? Have you told him what you really are?” He asked in an incomprehensibly quiet tone.

You could feel an insult brewing you knew it was coming. “Did you tell him how you spent your nights with me? Unbecoming of a lady..you should keep no secrets as well. Tell him the whole of it! Go! Go now. I’m sure he’d let you in his bed if you try hard enough. Perhaps if you play the cards right you may see a ring on your finger soon enough.” He spat out with a crazed expression. His anger coursing through his veins

“You should tell him what kind of a little whore you were before becoming his wife. He will find out someday or another” he said taking a step towards her.

“What are you saying?” You asked “you would tell on our night together to Raoul?”

“It’s only fair! Since you want no secrets” he laughed. “But then I suppose he wouldn’t make you his wife but keep you as a mistress.”

“You seem to misunderstand..if by God’s grace a man like Raoul asks for my hand. I will leave you behind, I will forget about you completely and thoughts of you that linger in my mind will disappear. I would not want or need you.”

“A whore like you would never forget”

You slapped him hard. Across the face. His mask falls broken to the floor on impact. He grasped at his hood to cover his face. “I cannot play this silly game with you any longer. I have to move on and think what is best for myself. And it is not you” you said pushing him away. He grasped your shoulder pulling you to him. His hand made it’s way up to your next tilting your face to the side, his warm breath which smelt of sweet wine breathed down your ear when he whispered.

“You would be nothing without me” he said in a last desperate attempt to hurt you. You took his hand off of you. His fingers almost instantly reaching to attempt to clasp onto yours but you didn’t let him. Your head hurt. Your body hurt. Your heart hurt.

“Go back to your life you need not come here to show your masked face and cloaked self” you said sighing holding your forehead possibly hiding the tears forming from him. His eyes wide blown shown in the moonlight. Violet. You knew it. For that moment his hidden identity was thrown away in his shock. This was the end. No no. He would not let that be.

There was nothing more to say. He said his piece and you said yours. Perhaps you should have been harsher your mind raced. Perhaps you were too harsh. No no. It wasn’t you who was in the wrong. He was upset and it was he who threw the first insult. It was over, the brief love story between the both of you. Two years of your life down the drain. You felt tears finally fill your eyes. You wanted to truly know him. Know who he is under the mask. Now you know from your own theories who he really was. You weren’t happy. You felt miserable. All the fantasies of how he would one day pull down his mask for you was shattered. You let out broken sobs. How could you have been so stupid? Let yourself love someone like him?

And you slammed the door on him. Shutting him out.

And unknown to you Aegon wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.

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Lord Raoul began to charm you often barging in the red keep making excuses to talk to you. Raoul was serious about marrying you, a bit too serious. Hell you hadn’t even thought about whether you would actually get to accepting his proposal but you could see the wheels in his head turn with thoughts of marriage with every word he spoke “they say a woman is fulfilled in marriage” “i hope my children get my hair” he said pulling back his long brunette hair.

If you were truly being honest Raoul was controlling. He wanted everything his way. He did as he pleased and that made you dislike him. He’d drag you for walks in the garden where he would try to impress you with talks of history of Westeros and how the Targaryens came into power. All that Aegon had done in a much more laid back and calm manner for the fun of it. The phantom had his flaws but he never hid them, he talked about them and tried to work on them. The phantom thought the start of your friendship was forced the eventual relationship bloomed out of nights spent together, drinking, talking and laying in bed simply soaking up each other’s presence. The phantom knew what you liked, what you disliked and made efforts to impress you every chance he got. His sarcastic brutally vulgar comments were the thing that made you realise how much you loved him.

Raoul was not the phantom or rather Aegon..

Raoul only ever took you for walks gripping your hand as if it were the last rope on a sinking ship. You should be grateful a lord like him wants to marry you but your eyes kept wandering back to the blonde haired man who was stretched a distance apart from you. The man was awfully calm, unnervingly so. That even king Daemon took notice of the rather composed cold look of his.

“Is she still roaming with that lord?” Aemond inquired with his brother standing at the doorway of his bedchamber.

“She is” Aegon said with a slight look of disdain twisting the blade in his hand.

“I thought I would come here to your room being in ruin” aemond admitted “now that she has left you for another” ah, how aemond knew how to piss off his older brother. But for some reason it didn’t work this time around..

“I can’t bring my bride to my bedchambers when it’s in ruin Aemond”

Aemond was dumbstruck “a bride..? You haven’t been courting anyone and now you’ve chosen a bride?” He asked narrowing his one hood eye on his brother.

Aegon simply smirked playing with his dagger and that’s when aemond realised what he intended to do.

“Mother won’t like this” he warned Aegon..as he watched his brother press the sharp of the blade against his thumb drawing blood.

Aegon simply smirked.

the burning determination in Aegon’s purple eyes surprised aemond. He always noticed how Aegon’s eyes showed life whenever when it came to you. How his eyes lit up whether he was ranting about you in your separation or simply looking at you from afar. He wanted to see his brother happy somewhere deep down, he knew if Aegon was married to anyone else he would make his new wife miserable and in turn his mother and by that extension annoy Aemond and so aemond became a little accomplice.

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Rhaenyra was a big fan of luxury and splendour. It wouldn’t be long until she holds another lavish ball for the nobility. Aegon just had to wait. How much longer could he wait? He felt the time passing by every moment he could have made use of by making you his. Aemond encouraged him to be patient and he tried. Stupid Raoul was already ready to drop on his knee and propose to you according to the spies he sent after you and Raoul. You hadn’t made any moves on Raoul. Of course you wouldn’t! You loved him. It satisfied him how he was the only one with whom you could share stolen kisses with. He was more than confident you would take him back over some stupid lord Raoul of what house again…?

“Raoul where are you taking me?” You asked as he pulled on your arm.

“Just follow me” he said hurriedly “I can wait any longer..I can wait no more for you”

“Raoul..?” You asked confused “Raoul stop this!”

“I cannot I cannot stop loving you” what in the seven hells. the line alone should have made you soften up but all you felt was annoyance. Raoul said dropping on his one knee.

“Marry me. That’s all I ask of you” he said holding your hands in his. Your mind went blank. There would be no returning after this. The point of no return. Your heart beat quickly you hadn’t answered yet. He was awaiting an answer. Why were you waiting for Aegon. He wouldn’t show. He wouldn’t come. He wouldn’t come to steal you away.

“Are you there?” Raoul asked squeezing your hands bringing you back to reality. You had to choose what was right. You couldn’t miss on this chance. Yet your heart told you to wait. Your mind spewed hate at your neediness for Aegon.

“Iet me think this through Raoul..?”

“No more talk of darkness

Forget these wide-eyed fears

I'm here, nothing can harm you

My words will warm and calm you~”

“I need to think Raoul please don’t sing” his voice was grating as you held your head feeling the forming headache

“Let me be your freedom

Let daylight dry your tears

I'm here, with you, beside you

To guard you and to guide you

Say you love me—”

“Raoul please I need to think”

But you didn’t love him. Marriages didn’t need love. It’s okay you were justified so what. Who were you waiting for? The phantom wasn’t going to come for you. Aegon wasn’t going to come to save you like a prince in shining armour.

“No I won’t— no I refuse to marry you” the words stuck in your throat instead you whispered out a quiet..

“Yes, I’ll marry you” you said like you’d rehearsed all throughout your childhood in dreams of marrying for love. But your tone was grim. This was what you were supposed to want. But you didn’t want it. You didn’t want him.

Tears streamed down your cheeks if only Raoul could see that they were not tears of happiness. You would never sing again and you had no energy to sing anymore. Raoul slipped the silver band around your finger. The ring far too tight on your finger.

“I knew you would make the right choice” he said proudly placing a chaste kiss on your lips cupping your face. “Your family will be quite pleased with a lord like me for a son-in-law” he said. Your mind went numb and you couldn’t help but feel like you had betrayed yourself in some sort of way.

“I must say from now onwards you cannot sing at events or functions” he said tapping your cheek.

“Atleast let me sing one last time at the masquerade before I finally leave this life behind me” you said sighing

“No, you may not. You already have enough eyes on you as is. You may sing in our new home and only to our children” he said pulling you in a suffocating hug.

“You could still sing in our new home” he said. “Can you not make a single sacrifice for me?” He asked his grip on your hands tight.

“Just once please. One last time” you begged your fiancé. “I’ll never sing again after”

Raoul contemplated hard. And finally reluctantly agreed. You felt as though your life was changing for the worse and Raoul felt like a king to have the woman he so wanted. How disconnected was he? To not see simple dissatisfaction on your face. The word spread wide that you were to be Raoul’s wife and the last time you would be up on stage would be at Jace and Baela’s wedding party.

The wedding party was in the next two days. You and Raoul kept your engagement secret from the others. You wanted to stall as much as you could but you couldn’t quite figure out why Raoul suggested to keep it secret in the first place. You wore a beautiful red gown gifted by Aegon..you still remember his words.

“This would look good on you for one of your performances” he said acting casual but you noticed how he waited for you to tell him you loved the gift. He always observed you keenly to see if you actually liked the gift or not. He had a surprisingly good taste for clothing.

“You don’t even like the colour red!” You laughed.

“I cannot pull off red the way you do, my dear”

He said returning your smile with an embarrassed smile showing through his half masked face.

Raoul had drunk A LOT. The night of the ball when you were about to go on stage to sing one last time he gripped your hand with so much pressure it felt as though it would snap in half “I forbid you” he slurred “if you move from this seat, I promise you I’ll make you regret it” Raoul said his hand still wrapped around your wrist. Disappointed was a word that didn’t describe what you felt. You felt truly heartbroken and alone in that moment. You wanted to scream at Raoul, you wanted to cry your eyes out, you wanted to scream at Aegon as well for everything. Aegon-phantom-Aegon. Your mind travelled to ideas of what ifs which just wasn’t possible.

“if you just told me who you really were that night, what would have happened?” You wondered out loud quietly. Raoul sent you a confused stare “what?”

“No, no I’m sorry it’s nothing” you said quickly. Raoul didn’t bother later on.

“Are you to forbid me from dancing as well?” You asked looking at your fiancé who was chugging wine down his throat

“As long as it’s not with Aegon. I do not care” he said “I may dance with other ladies myself” he said “after all we are keeping this engagement a secret we can’t have people knowing the truth” he said sighing getting up from his seat walking towards a group of gentlemen. Men preferred the company of other men, it shouldn’t be surprising. You sat there at the table playing with the knife in your hand as you waited for the night to end. Raoul didn’t spare you a glance laughing with his men. Suddenly a fight broke out amongst the party guests. It was common for fights to break out at noble weddings.. it didn’t help the fact that a rampage was formed. The guards immediately went to escort the Targaryens away to safety. Suddenly a hand held tightly over your mouth dragging you away from the rushing crowd. Raoul saw this and called out for you but he was far away and couldn’t make it in time. You already knew who it was, only one person who would be crazy enough to pull off a stunt like this.

“Miss me my dear?” He chuckled dragging your resisting body to God know where. His strength was other worldly with him lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Talking you down a stairway to the darkest parts of the red keep.

you asked struggling in his arms. Aegon was in no mood of speaking. His mind set on one goal. ‘Marry you and claim you his forever and ever’

his arms tightened around you to keep you still as he descended down the black cells dimly lit .

“You went ahead and decided to marry that stupid cunt Raoul?” He said. The name Raoul permanently scarred Aegon’s mind. “What is it that made you accept his proposal? You would throw away what we had for a man you’ve known two weeks” he barked “you really thought I wouldn’t find out you agreed to marry the man?” He laughed at the nerve you had. Leaving him for a man who didn’t deserve you.

“BETROTHED!” A Voice called out from behind Aegon. Whatever vulnerability that showed from the man dissipated in a blink of an eye. His jealous rage was back. He was losing you to a man who didn’t deserve you but deep down he felt as though he didn’t deserve you either and he took it out in the form of RAGE.

“Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest” the phantom whispered in your ear.

Raoul stilled in fear and shock on seeing his betrothed in another’s arms

“This is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come. And now, my wish comes true. You have truly made my night!” Aegon laughed his hold on you still ever so tight. As though in fear you would run towards the new man, your fiancé. He wouldn’t forgive you for this slight.

“Free her! Do what you like, only free her! Have you no pity?” Raoul yelled from afar. Attempting to walk closer to the masked man and you.

“Your lover makes a passionate plea...” Aegon said clearly upset with the obvious affection he beared for you. Aegon’s passion for you showed no end but the fact that Raoul had the nerve to rival his own..

“Please, Raoul. it's useless!” You pleaded for your fiancé to leave while he could.

“I love her! Does that mean nothing?I love her! Show some compassion!” Raoul yelled from across the room attempting to sway the phantom.

“My lord, I bid you welcome. Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay for the sins which are yours?” He said in the darkness of the black cells the sound of his voice echoing of the walls.

Aemond wraps his arm around Raoul’s neck choking him and bringing him to his knees as he pressed his dagger firmly to your fiancé’s neck, if Raoul moved he would slice his neck. Raoul was in tears.

“Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death!This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” The phantom ordered his tone was stern and full of authority. You could not weasel your way out of this.

‘Say you love him and my life is over...’ Aegon thought as he waited for you to make your choice. Please. Please. Choose him. Tell him Raoul was a mistake.

“No point in fighting. For either way you choose you cannot win.” Aegon said letting you go as he waited for you to make your choice.

“So do you end your days with me, or do you send him to his grave?” He asked seriously, Aemond’s one eye glanced towards the two of you in curiosity.

“Why make her lie to you to save me?” Raoul choked out.

‘Lie? Lie! Raoul’s word rang in his head. His audacity!you loved him, you loved Aegon. his eyes looked to yours and it was clear the answer he wanted. You would marry him. Love him. Be his. But it was for Raoul’s safety. Aegon’s eyes trailed to Raoul who was on his knees at the doorstep of death.

You walked to the phantom. Your hands reached to hold his masked face and you could feel how he instantly melted at your familiar touch.

“Pitiful creature of darkness, What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you,

You are not alone...”

You said before pressing your lips, he tilted his head to better deepen the kiss. The feeling of your mouth on his. You were his one true love, the only one he would ever go mad for.

How could he trap you like a bird? And keep you in a marriage you had no choice in. Like his mother? Would you share the same fate as his mother then? He was not Viserys but he was his son after all, the thought of you unhappy with him made his insides churn. He wanted you happy more than anything and if it was with him..he would let you go. You loved Raoul, didn’t you? Why did he have to lose you? He cursed himself once more.

He pressed another small kiss on your cheek and then your forehead. His arms wrapped around you thinking..

You had forgotten about Raoul and Aemond. It felt as though it was only Aegon and you in the room. Aegon slowly separated the two of you. Brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Take her, forget me, forget all of this. Leave me alone, forget all you've seen.” He says to Raoul, he couldn’t make you go through marriage with him something you didn’t want. He loved you. Loved you so much it hurt to not be around you.

He looked to you once more “I love you, I have only ever loved you” whispering the words as his hands let go of your face.

Go now! Go now, and leave me!”

Aemond looked at his brother utterly confused. The plan..? He reluctantly let go off Raoul, the man fell to the ground his legs numb.

You hadn’t moved a single inch. You didn’t want to.

“You love me?” You asked

“Go, go now before I regret letting you go, my dear”

Raoul gathered his strength standing on his feet rushing to you pulling you away from the phantom. Raoul was your light….not this man before you.

Raoul grabbed your hand pulling you up the stairs in haste “who was that? You had lovers?” He asked infuriated.

You pulled your hand away from his. “Raoul” you said pulling off your silver wedding band. Putting it in his hands and closing them “you deserve someone who loves you. Not me!” you sighed

Raoul stood stunned “are we cancelling our betrothal? Our plans! Think of our plans!”

“Your plans, Raoul” you said shaking your head.

“Do you love him? That man” he asked disgusted

“With all my heart and with the entirety of my soul” you smiled. Raoul nauseated with your answer walked out of the door “this is your last chance, come with me and I shall forget this” he said sternly.

“Go Raoul” you said one last time and the man walked out of the hall.

You gasped as you felt a person walk past you. Aemond. His one eye scanning you. Aemond simply walked past you. He had work to do after all, he had to take care of lord Raoul now that he had seen far too much.

You walked down the stairs deep into the dark cells.

Aegon was plopped on the floor he raised his head to the sound of footsteps. Clearly confused by your appearance now..? His hood was off and his white wavy hair was tousled on his head. His mask still clung to his face.

“If you love me as you say you do. Show me. Show me all of you” you demanded descending down the stairs.

He stood quickly in anticipation “you came back” he stated surprised. “You came for me?” He asked. “What of Raoul?” He asked bitterly.

“Raoul is not you. He’ll never measure to you” you said softly. Aegon felt as though he was hallucinating you.

You stood a few feet apart from him. “You chose me” he said walking closer to you.

“I love you. I have loved you without ever truly knowing how you look. I have loved you when you have kept so much from me. Why do you think telling me the whole of it will make me love you any less?” You asked the man before you.

Aegon stood silently contemplating your words he approached you on the as you stood slightly above him. He reached for your hands placing them on his mask as he looked at you as though you were his only light “take it off” he said.

Your hands trembled as you pulled off the white mask showing his face “handsome, such a handsome man” you said tearing up as you fingers grazed his pale cheeks.

You bent over placing a kiss on his lips, a gentle one and Aegon slipped his hand around your legs pulling you towards him as he pushed the two of you on the ground kissing you. He no longer held your eyes shut or blind folded you. He let himself trust.

He pressed intense kisses to your lips as he his hands slipped off your dress “you wore the dress I gifted you, you little vixen” he smirked

“did you wear it for me? You knew who I was, didn’t you? My dear” he said pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin of your neck.

“I’ve wanted this for so long” you admitted holding his face lovingly “my phantom”.

“How long, my dear? Tell me?”

He asked as he pulled off the top of your gown leaving little red marks across your neck and over your heaving chest.

“For so long”

you said breathlessly as he continued to move his hand over your exposed top half squeezing your tits in his hand making you let out a sharp gasp.

He grabs onto your leg wrapping it around his waist as he let you feel his hardened length against your heated core. Your hips rolled over grinding begging for friction but he held your hips

“Fuck” he groaned holding onto your hips steadying your movements. He pressed you against the staircase where his fingers quickly found its way to your entrance. “So wet already?” He smirked as his index and middle finger circled smeared the wetness around your entrance

“I can’t— don’t tease me” you begged and he complied quickly his fingers roughly making its way in your tight cunt. You were a moaning mess under Aegon as his he spread his fingers inside the spongy walls of your cunt getting you prepared to take his cock. Your mind melting and the only words were ‘more’ ‘please’ and little ‘I need you’s. His thumb circled your clit as his tongue licked stripes on your breasts and hard nipples begging for his attention. His warm mouth finally engulfing a nipple as his fingers moved at an unpredictable pace. Moving faster as you were just about to cum and then abruptly stopping. And again building up your orgasm just to pull away at last minute.

“Please please” you begged in tears. The only tears of yours he ever liked

“What my dear?” He asked releasing your swollen breasts from his mouth with a sinful wet sound.

“Let me come please” you whined as your eyes rolled back once more almost coming at the pressure his fingers thrusted into you with. “Right there” you writhed holding his hand tightly so he wouldn’t pull his fingers out last second.

“You only had to ask” he smiles smugly his pupils wide blown with lust. He was playing with you. His thumb rubbed tight circles to your poor little numb and you came. Hard. Panting as you tried to regain your breath you had lost in your intense orgasm. You knew you Aegon wasn’t done. The both of you wanted more.

“Now look what you’ve done” he tutted looking at the wet mess you made all over his breaches and over your inner thighs.

“Don’t tease me any longer. Please” you begged your feet tugging at his pants as you eyed him with eyes clouded with lust. He adjusted your legs around him. Pulling down his breaches revealing his thick and hard length. The tip already leaking with pearly white pre cum. He pushed up your gown further up spreading your legs apart to look at your slick mess of your cunt as he stroked himself his fist closing over his hardened cock. “Fuck. I do not think I can wait any longer” he said letting out a moan.

“Then don’t” you moaned at the sight of him fisting himself. You pulled him to you as he grabbed your backside tilting your hips just for him. “Are you sure you can take me, my dear?” He teased before you could even say something snarky in response he thrusted his entire length into your tiny hole. You let out a shrill cry as you held onto him for dear life. His eyes never left your face. His lips found themselves kissing your body as he thrusted slowly letting you get used to his thick length. He pulled out leaving in just the tip before slamming the whole of it inside. He pulled a leg of yours over his shoulder as he pressed himself farther inside you making you see stars. The black cells filled with the both of yours filthy moans.

Your hands pulled at his hair as your rolled your hips to better accommodate him. He panted as he kissed you. His tongue roughly pushing into your mouth as he explored every crevice of your mouth as though it was his first time.

“You are so beautiful” he said in a half groan. His face scrunched up with pleasure. “You’re mine now. Only mine” he said as he thrusted into you. His hands travelled to your waist. “Ser—” you begged feeling hun hit that one spot so deliciously.

“Aegon. Call me Aegon, my dear” he said in a frantic hurry as he kissed you with an urgent need. Your mouth fell open as you came once more your legs giving out as your legs trembled around Aegon. He wasn’t done. He rubbed at your clit once more “one more give me one more” he begged.

“I— I can’t” you said clearly overstimulated.

“Come on sweet girl” he pleaded “come with me” he begged as he let out a raspy moan. “I know you can” his pleading voice could make you come once more by itself. His cock thrusting in and out of you and his thumb pressing your sensitive bud. It was too much. Aegon’s tongue pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck as he said the filthiest of lines. Aegon’s thrusts grew faster as his grip on your waist increased as he fucked you senseless. You swore you came right there, your fluids gushing out of you as you screamed Aegon’s name.

He cursed as he came at the sound of your voice calling out his name. His muscles tensing as he spilled his hot seed in your cunt.

He let out a shaky breath as he lay on top of you. Smothering you with his weight.

He panted pulling himself out of you resting his head onto your chest as your hands found themselves playing with his hair. Seconds of peace and silence between the two of you.

“I’ve been a fool. A fool for not telling you how I felt earlier. A fool for saying the things that I have said to you” he said holding the hand that caressed his hair.

“I should have done things differently. I should have come clean” he said pulling himself away. You didn’t let him pulling him back to you. “I am sorry. I am so sorry” he said. “I was so scared of— I don’t know”

“We are just both two fools in love” she laughed

“Fools hopelessly in love?” He asked smiling his laugh lines showing. His eyes crinkled with nothing but love for you.

“I’m afraid so” you smiled holding his hands.

“Marry me, let’s run away together to essos. Let us be free from this blasted place” he said

“No more running Aegon, if I must be with you I want to be yours truly. Running away isn’t the solution” you said your fingers trailing the corners of his lips.

“Then will you marry me here? Be my princess. My dear princess ?” He chuckled, the nick name ‘my dear’ he had given to her the nights following the one he met you on.

“Your family would never allow for it—” you said

“Will you marry me?” He asked again

“You are a prince and I am a mere singer” you said explaining

“Will you marry me?” He asked firmly his mind unchanging

“You aren’t going to change your mind are you?” You asked “there will be consequences”

“I don’t care. Will you marry me?” he said holding your hands “don’t leave me waiting tell me. Tell me. My dear” he begged nuzzling his nose to your cheek.

“There is something I would like to say— do you dislike my singing? And my appearance?” You remembered what Aemond had told you a few weeks ago. “Is it true?” You needed to know the truth.

But on looking at his confused face you knew that Aemond had lied. “Who insulted your singing? And you?” He asked “I need a name, my dear” he said

“Aemond told me that you hated my singing—” Aegon’s mouth dropped low in shock. His brother’s audacity to spread false words about him to his love?

“What? I’m going to kill that imbecile—” he fumed as he frowned thinking of his trouble maker of a brother. Aemond was just as much of trouble as Aegon. He just hid it better. You chuckled.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You interrupted Aegon’s rant, his mind still focused on punching his brother square in the face at breakfast. He looked to you his anger softening “yes you were about to say you would marry me” he smirked softly. The clear love and teasing showed in his eyes.

“Yes, I was. I would be the happiest bride in all of Westeros to marry you Aegon!” You pressed a kiss to his lips as the two of you smiled giddily. How could a proposal in the black cells be better than one in a garden? The power Aegon held over your heart.

Aegon married you with the consent of his family under the eyes of the seven, Alicent almost instantly welcomed you to the family she had grown quite fond of you from how you treated the children. She just had this feeling that Aegon would be happy. And that’s all she ever wanted for her son.

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Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 2: Technomancy

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Summary: Valerie hadn’t noticed any differences at first, just life being a bit easier when it came to certain things. but with the hum now constantly under her skin, it’s difficult to focus on anything else.

Warnings: angst, slight body horror

Words: 805

It had been small and subtle things at first, differences that Valerie could only notice in retrospect. Devices no longer asked for passwords, and the broken cash register at work would suddenly start functioning again after a swift hit to the side. It would only take a good, percussive kick to get the bugged-out ice cream machine working again. All of them were small things that she wouldn’t look at suspiciously, but would make her day just the slightest bit easier.

Then, some other things became a lot easier. Valerie’s fingers would fly across a keyboard, autocorrecting to exactly what she meant, even if the word was widely misspelled. Using her suit became so close to second nature it barely took the hint of a thought to get it to do anything, from her hoverboard to the manifestation of weapons she had never called upon before. Valerie actually noticed this one, but wrote it off as a progression of skill. That sniper rifle-style blaster had managed to land a solid hit on Phantom before he could even react.

The first time Valerie really noticed something was up, it had been during a three way fight between Skulker, Phantom, and herself. A vivid image of Skulker’s wings deploying and sending him directly into the closest building flashed in her mind. With a show of teeth, and an audible snarl, Valerie gave into the impulse and harshly shoved the mechanical ghost out of the way. Red flashed beneath Skulker's suit, racing up his arm in a pulse of light, his eyes flickered to her signature crimson. With the sound of skulker yelling inside of his suit as he lost control, the wings deployed and he crashed directly into the office building to their left. Valerie only spared enough time to glance between her hand and the Skulker-shaped hole in the office windows, before forcing her hoverboard to go faster after Phantom.

It had been later that night, that Valerie truly acknowledged that something wasn’t quite right. The screen in her visor no longer projected the tracking formation before her face, but flashed with complete understanding behind her eyes. She accepted it easily in the moment, caught up in the chase, but laid in her bed for hours afterwards. After flicking through the mental computer in her mind for a while, Valerie ended up mentally going over recordings of her own memories, like they were recorded from her own eyes with perfect clarity. Even with her suit tucked away, she could still feel it humming under her skin, and buzzing behind her eyes. It didn’t go away, and she couldn’t find the power button either.

Valerie couldn’t decide if this was a good thing or not, still lost in her own mind, but still hearing every minute of Mr. Lancer’s lecture as it was recorded and transcribed into a small corner of her mind. It made her feel less human, with every second of her memory being perfectly recalled like a computer log. Now that she was aware of it, Valerie could even feel the high-frequency buzz of electronics in the school building, the call of various devices tucked away behind the textbooks and in bags. It made her hyper aware of everything humming with electricity in this corner of the building. She absently wondered what she could do with it, but these powers reminded her far too much of Technus, usefulness aside it twisted her gut in a way she didn’t like as she was changed without her permission.

Valerie wondered if she should go to the Fentons about her newfound powers, but that brought the drawback of them finding out. Valerie herself didn’t want to know if they cut her open, and took samples, if they would find electricity and ectoplasm mixed into her blood. Chips and wires replacing her veins. Danny was terrified of ghosts, she didn’t want him to look at her in fear, if she turned out to be more ghost-like than human.

Valerie rammed the thoughts about her powers to the side with such mental force she thought Skulker would go through another building (in the room over, a light burst). She was human, some neat and very useful abilities didn’t change that, it was a good thing, it made her a better ghost hunter. If she could link into the local security and traffic cameras, she might finally be able to find out where that awful ghost went when he wasn’t terrorizing Amity Park. She could take him down for good. Valerie hummed in contentment at the thought of finally getting her revenge, matching the humm of the lights above her perfectly.

Valerie didn’t catch the brief glance from Danny across the classroom as his breath released in a cold wisp and caught a flicker of crimson in her eyes.

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BOO! Hahaha got youuu!! Anyway I'm here to request a fic of ler!furina and lee!lyney, I think she would 100% tickle the info out of him during the trial hehehe-

Ahhhhh! Whew, it's you... hehe, wow, I never tried this before... OK, I'll write one. Just need some time to study Furina's character. Hehe~ alright your heads up is enough...

Enjoy~

Oh, spoilers for Lyney's story quest and the archon quest

The law has no secrets

Fontaine is all about laws where you break a rule you get judgement. This time for Lyney, the magician, things seemed too out of nature for Lady Furina to call out the Gards to restrain him from the prison cells.

He sighed, already assuring a worried Lynette and a shocked Freminet to eat dinner without him.

At least they had the decency to give him something to eat. Still, the exaggeration is when he was afterwards chained completely. With the manacles attached to his wrists, the line of metal was rooted from the ceiling to hold him up, but he was on his knees.

Is the trial room a cell? He must be either lucky or unlucky...?

Well, Lyney wouldn't say he's not anxious to the current setting, but he'd rather have talked things through since the disappearance case is solved by the traveller.

The echoing sound of the metal door squeaked open. Lyney looked up now, hearing the jangling of his own chains. They were Furina's light tapping footsteps. Next to her is Neuvillette.

Wait?! He's on this farce too??

"Lyney, I must apologise for this rough display, but... might I have a word with you?" Furina's dainty tone purred mischievously, making Lyney shudder as he tried to avoid sounding outrageous."Why, if you wanted to talk, we could've done that by settling an appointment? This is too hurtful"

Neuvillette sounded exhausted. "Lady Furina, this is the same question I was asking you, Mr. Lyney is not guilty..."

Furina folded her arms with a smile "Oh this has nothing to do with the disappearances case. This is regarding the trivial incident of the phantom weasel..."

Dear archons, he should've know -oh, wait, she is the archon.

Lyney noticed that even Neuvillette was seeing her ways of thinking for once. Unfortunately for Lyney, though, he did strike the nail.

"You make a point, Jemma's admittance to being the troublemaker is strange since it's relevant to Mr. Lyney's magic show... even the steambird couldn't get an interview out of him"

They eyed Lyney now, suspicious looming over his instantly, well he did try his best to hide it..."

"What are you hiding Lyney?" Furina teased now, as she has finally got a lead in something since the traveler's entrance "I know the case is solved but... we need to know your part in this play"

"I must concede I was responsible for her sudden confession, but..." he bit his lip, trying to sound convincing "The trick Ceaser tried must have opened her heart, so she must have...".

"We know all that... the question is..." she leaned forward, close to his face "Why use the particular trick Ceaser use on the lady? Your not the heartless type to use that trick on her to hurt her more... but you knew it would hurt her, cuz you knew she's the weasel!"

Neuvillette leaned on his hand as he pondered "It's almost strange how you were involved with Lorenzo, the gards told us your good deed"

"W-wait... I swear, it's all just coincidence... I made a mistake remember, I thought Lorenzo was the culprit-!"

Furina laughed now, interrupting him "Aha, so cute when your trying hard to defend when you have used up all your cards, Lyney,"

She pointed our "I know you have a close relationship with Ceaser... so what's your connection to it"

He could tell, but he didn't want to show most of his past to her if all people. The traveler is one thing but the chief of justice is present too.

"Lady Furina," he sighed, suddenly a reasonable part of him was seen "I understand your suspicions but the case is solved, thanks to Mr. Lyney"

He sighed in relief, but Furina hummed. "Is it? I was about to ask who th3 copycat was before..."

He widened his eyes. Right... the notes. He should've known those could be triggering most of suspicions.

"Wait, I'm not the copycat"

She suddenly glanced triumphantly. "I didn't say you were, dear Lyney, now I see a crack in those defences... hahaha better tell us why you'd help to solve a case of ten years ago"

Neuvillette pursed his lips "Lady Furina, could it also be you want revenge on Mr. Lyney?"

She swallowed, flustered "O-of course that's... um not m-my only reason"

Lyney implored, "I swear... It's all a big councidence" he didn't even want to think of her ulterior motives but his mind knew it before he ever did thar she was still vengeful of the traveler's incident when he saved Aether.

Neuvillette rubbed his temple in irritation. "Rememeber interrogation is not to be used as a frivolous method, I'd rather not see you hurt Mr Lyney for your frivolous actions."

"Why," she sounded confident as she slipped behind him. "I'm not here to use that torture method! Please, there are more ways that can break even the most strongest opponenets"

Before anyone could question her she grabbed his sides, startling him by the new sensation "Let the trial commence"

"AhaAHhA! Wait whahat?" He suddenly jolted at the electrifying touch, and even Furina giggled."Well, I guess my intuition is right as water, Mr. Lyney would enjoy this torture"

"Lady, that's the abuse of power" the chief of Justice pointed out sharply but he had no way of stopping her.

"Alright, let's hear it. How were you involved in the phantom weasels case?" Furina snickered as she got a good reaction from his ribs, making him pull at the chains that exposed him most terrifyingly.

"Whyhyhy? Whyhyhy thihihis Lahahady Fuhuhurina???"

"Why? Well because I don't want to hurt you and the other is... I wanna see a great magician such as yourself be a bit more vulnerable"

That's why??? He was torn with exasperation and concern if he was safe in Fontaine.

"This is for pulling that trick on me with the traveler" she teased by tickling his bare armpits. He lost it there and lowered his head with sudden cackles "HOHOLD OHOHON... IHIHI WAHAHAS TRYING TOHO PROHOTEHECT THE TRAHAVELER! HEHE'S UHUHUNAWARE OF OUR RUHUHULES!!

"Protect is a very strong word, Lyney" she smirked, stopping for a moment "ok new questions what's your relationship with the traveler?"

Not that question! He'd rather expose himself than answer thar!

His silence made her circle his sides teasingly, he giggles "Cuhut ihihit out hehe's ahaha nihihice guy!

"Nice guy?" She hummed, then making his squeal by grabbing his hips "Dare you lie to you archon! That's punishment for you!"

Neuvillette wondered if he should do something. Sure he would be lying if he'd say he didn't enjoy this side of Lyney and the mischief in Furina. This is not even work related so he'd rather leave them be.

"Nohohoho don't leheheheave meheheeee!"

"Ah, you're boring," she huffed now but then ignored him completely by trying to attack the new sensitive spot on his hips. "Lyney~... I got a lot of questions, so... try to answer at least one of them..." she continued."What's your relationship with the traveller? Then how did you know it was Jemma the real phantom weasel? Then why did you hide most of the details of the phantom weasels case...?"

Unanswerable! He can't tell any of that. No matter how bad of a pickle he's in.

"Man, your no fun..." she grabbed his thighs now making him gasp "hmmm~ what's that?"

He blushed with the sudden suffocation of holding his laughter but it left him when she knew his thighs are bad, "G-guh! Wait!".

"Jackpot... so tell me?"

"AHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHIHI IHIHIHIHI" He gotta say one thing! He should! He can't expose the secrets of his family but rather...

"IHIHIHI LOHOVE AETHER! OHOHOK JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!"

She backed off, feeling more victorious to hear him defeated "Ah~ that's your secret? I thought it was something else but that's the truth I can tell... took you a lot of guts to say all that"

He blushed now, panting "Ahare wehe done?"

She grinned brightly and snapped her fingers "Yes!" The the chains dropped in him. He sighed, feeling tired for his own good. At least he can ge those before bedtime.

Of course the guards escorted him out and even Neuvillette apologised for the sudden trial run, he did show no offence to him. Knowing he's powerless over the archon but he did doubt if he's actually guilty.

"Lyney! Are you OK?" Aether's voice, he blinked when he noticed Freminet, Lynette and Paimon with him as well. He watched the concerned look on those lovely golden eyes, he looked away with a blush "Y-yeah, I was just under suspicion"

"Did they do anything to you?" He grabbed his face now trying to scrutinze any injuries, he blushed heavily "I-I am fine... p-please let's have some tea together"

"You're blushing? Are you sick?"

Lynettw sighed. "Brother, you can't fool me, so what did they do?"

He pleaded now forcing himself into the house as they followed "Please don't make me talk about it... its embarrassing"

"For some reason, Paimon wants to know," she chuckled, and even Aether gave a smile. Sure, he did tell he was tickled at trial but editted end where he admitted his feelings. Instead, he said she got bored and left.

Nobody knew that except Lynette who knew he must've told the relationship of him and Aether...

Hope this is alright... and not too long ...I'm really sluggish today but I had the perfect idea to write and I remembered your idea beign trial so I kinda mixed things... hopes it ok

#tickle fic #cute #genshin impact #genshin impact tickle #lee!lyney #ler!furina #fontaine

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