The first Lost Boy

The Ghost Artist

So this was originally meant to be an imagine but I ended up writing it more as a one-shot because I got an idea. I also have an idea for a part two as well.

Klaus x reader, Ben x reader Five x Reader

Seeing and interacting with the dead is a straight pain in the ass. You could see and interact with them since birth, so you were seen as a freak to people outside your family and you saw yourself as cursed but little did you know it was because of the day you were born, along with 42 others.

Growing up lots of ghosts came and gone of all different times and deaths, they in a weird way were friendlier than people who were alive, it weirded out your family that you preferred the dead over the living. You were also a great artist, you drew the ghosts that came to you. Today was no different, you were sat in a corner of Griddy’s with a coffee and donut, you were reading a book engrossed in a thriller. Your attention moved when a weirdly dressed man wearing a tie-dye tank top, green sleeveless army jacket, and black skinny leather jeans? With a grumpy kid in a school uniform. Within a blink you noticed a third person, you could tell he was dead, there was a blue glow to him which gave it away.

It was how you could tell if someone was alive or dead, taking out your brown drawing book you started to sketch him, the more you drew him the more connected you became. The male became of aware what was happening, you looked up from your drawing to see the ghost was now sitting opposite you. “I apologize for intruding, it’s just habit.” You said to him, he looked stunned, “Y-You can see me?” he asked, you nodded “I’ve been able to see and communicate with the dead since birth. Some ghosts are a lot nicer than others but in my opinion, I find ghost nicer that alive people.” He hummed in response while watching you draw “I like to use these powers to help spirits give messages to people they care about. Just a warning the more we connect I might see how you die, I can’t really stop it, it just started happening recently.” Ben listened to every word, he was happy to be able to talk to someone other than his brother. “Maybe my brother could help, Klaus can communicate with the dead too.” You grabbed a green pencil to add extra shading to the hood “I’m not sure, I prefer t keep this to myself. People are not usually kind to people who are different.” He nodded understanding how your felt “What’s your name anyway, I like to sign each picture with the spirit’s name.” he smiled exactly “It’s ben, C-Can I see it.” You signed the picture before setting it on the table, turning it so Ben could see it. You see his face light up looking at it. “that’s amazing…”

“Y/n.” you answered, “That’s amazing Y/N, this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me.” You felt your heart warm at his comment. The calm light atmosphere between the both of you was short lived when the loud man from earlier threw himself into the booth beside Ben. You tried to grab your book before he could see the picture, but as you pulled it away his hand landed on the book. “That’s a really cool drawing. Wait a mo-.” he turned the book back around to get a better look. “Ben? You drew Benny boy.” He lifted the book “Holy shit… you can see him!” Ben looked pissed, he was mad his brother was bothering you and make you uncomfortable. “Klaus give the book back!” Ben shouted

“Wow, such hostility brother, I’m only admiring the Ghost artist’s work.” You watched as he flipped through the pages, you weren’t good with people in general so confrontation was like hell. “P-Please can I-I have it back.” Your voice was small almost like a whisper. “Are all these people dead. You can see ghosts like me?” you could only nod, his face lit up and his questions started to fly out of him like an excited child. It was becoming overwhelming fast, suddenly the kid stormed over snapping the book from Klaus hand, closing it and handing it to you. “I’m so sorry about my idiot brother bothering you. I hope he didn’t annoy you much.” Klaus put a hand over his heart “I’m offended Five… I would say incredibly handsome bro- OW!” Five whacked the back of his head before ordering an “Up!” pulling him roughly away from the booth. “Again, I’m sorry.” Five said pulling him away towards the diner’s exit before he could get him out Klaus shouted to you. “hopefully we can meet again ghost artist!”, Five whacked him again, you saw Ben was gone too. You let out a sigh trying to wrap your head around what just happened. You looked out the window to see them getting into a car, Klaus waved in at you before being pulled in.

Eventually, you went along your day, stopping to picking up new drawing pencils before heading to your apartment. You let your self in, hanging up your coat, you walked into the kitchen making yourself a coffee before sitting in your favourite armchair in the living room. You felt a gush of cold air brushing past you making you shiver. You grabbed your drawing book and pencils getting ready for the spirit, you looked up seeing a solider “Hi, I’m Y/N, who am I specking too?” the solider looked around, you could tell this was his first manifestation. He looked at you, “Dave, my name is Dave.”

My 14 year old sister just made this it’s so bad that it’s hilarious

Could you do a Diego x plus size reader they are good friends but they like each other she gets really anxious for some reason and he helps her out of anxiety attack and he gets really nervous stuttering after she’s out of it and she’s is like Diego hey think of the words it’s okay

Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Plus-Size)WC: 1.2k | Rated TWarnings: Anxiety attack (although minimal) AN: I’m not the thinnest girls myself, and somedays—like anyone—I have a self-hating day of my lumps and bumps, but i found this super hard to write. Guess it hits close to home a bit, I hope whoever requested this is happy, I’m sorry if not, but this was pretty hard to write—and super real. 

You stared in the mirror for the umpteenth time, and still, you hated the dress on your body. There were no defining curves, not to your knowledge anyway, and all you could see was a thousand things Diego wouldn’t like in you. 

Being proud of who you are had been instilled in you since you were a child, having never been a thin child even then. You didn’t hate your body like society wanted you to, you embraced it, and loved it even when the world tried to get you to hate it. 

Until now. 

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Frohe Weihnachten :)

Dieses "Lach doch mal" nervt.

Following the events of Fallen Kingdom, I’d like to propose a scenario: (Keeping in mind that Lockwood’s estate, the place where Claire was and Owen’s cabin are all within driving distance of each other)

Owen is finishing up the cabin. Adding shingles to the roof or painting or whatever. In the distance, the mingled herd of herbivores grazes by the lake. He’s spent the last two months with Claire gathering up whatever he could find and bringing them here; a new sanctuary, safe and sound right where they live.

They keep an eye on them like this. Far from other people, well fed, well kept, the animals are happy. The trike baby has become Maisie’s best friend and she follows the girl around the makeshift ranch, bundling after her everywhere she goes.

One night, everyone’s settling down to get to sleep. The little trike has plopped down beside her mother, the parasaur is still grazing and the gallies are all resting in a big group. Owen’s closing the gate to the pasture, expecting to hear the familiar sounds of coyotes starting up as the sun sets, but instead he hears an all too familiar call. The loud shriek comes from the forest beyond, and then silence. 

He’s pretty sure he imagined it, until Claire shoves the cabin door open. The look they exchange tells him everything: she heard it too.

There it is again! Closer this time. Owen feels his heart race, slowly looking back towards the trees. He lifts his hand to his mouth and whistles, gaining the attention of the sleepy herd. A few more moments of silence and a familiar shape leaps out of the trees on top of his truck, letting go of another shriek.

Blue’s finally found the safe place.

tldr: Owen’s cabin is within driving distance of Lockwood’s estate and you can bet your ass Blue tracks him back to it and lives there now

When I first came out of the rock, I didn’t know what to expect. I thought perhaps a little more fanfare. But there was nothing. No gods, no welcoming ceremony, nothing. Just you. An insignificant human. No, that that’s not what I meant, okay? This isn’t coming out right. When my Master died, I thought I would never again have the chance to be a part of something that mattered. Until, I met you.

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Terra Nova’s whumps’ list

(referred to Jim Shannon character, portrayed by Jason O’ Mara)

Season 1

.01: fought, hit with teaser and knocked down, arrested and into a cell, incarcerated for two years, troubled breathing, cut himself with a razor blade, escaped, fought, fallen to the ground, episode of hyperoxia, under gunpoint, fallen roughly to the ground.

.02: fought, worried.

.03: attacked by birds, cut on his hand (plus Josh’s and Reynols’ same whump), bloody scratches.

.04: got a cold, hit by waves rifle and roughly fallen to the ground without consequences, attacked and manhandled, knife at his throat and punched, black eye.

.05: fallen into a trap and hanging upside down, hit on his face with rifle butt, captured and tied up, (not shown) beaten up, bloody left side of his face and bruises, blindfolded and released, sore and limping, broken lip and medical treatment, still bruises and torso sore.

.06: none (plus Curran’s whump).

.07: entrapped into a room, fought, punched and bloody cut on his forearm, slammed againt the wall (plus Taylor’s whump).

.08: almost dragged out of a cliff (plus Josh’s and Curran’s whump).

.09: handcuffed and arrested.

.10/11: none.

.12: hit by explosion blast, dizzy and passed out, unconscious for three days, in hospital bed, hissing ears and sore, limping and disorientated, hit and fallen, blood from nose, faked more damages,bruises all over his torso from previous explosion blast, bar fight and captured (plus Josh’s whump).

.13: incarcerated and tied up, bruises on his knuckles and forehead, tortured with teaser, helped to walk and sore, medicated on the field, under gunfire and fought, under gunpoint, hunted by a carnotaurus (plus Taylor’s whump).

Okay... it’s happening.

A Marvel / Harry Potter crossover [x] has been brought to my attention and I… have decided to give it a whirl. I’m officially nervous about this.

I don’t know how many parts it will be and I will be posting it as I write each chapter. 

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