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cobaltperun · 2 months

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Lost (20) - Miracle

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4.1k

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-Take a look around, it's you and me, it's here and now-

~X~ March 23rd, 2027 ~X~

It was cold, this entire place was as cold as ice for her, and it had nothing to do with the weather, or her clothing. She could put on the warmest clothes she owned, instead of her jeans and baby blue sweater, and she’d still be cold.

Truly, she should have been used to this by now, she should have known her life was going too well, that she was so happy, and that the universe wouldn’t allow that.

“I’m sorry miss L/N, we’ve been instructed not to allow any visitors,” the officer told her, and Tara had to take several deep breaths to calm down and not make a scene, though at this point she had no idea how she was controlling herself. Maybe because making a scene wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t do her any good, it wouldn’t chase away the persistent cold.

Her hand touched her stomach, knowing there were plenty of reasons why she shouldn’t stress too much. “I’m her wife,” she repeated, hoping there was some humanity left in this man and that he would let her through to you. She needed to see you, even if it was in this cold, dark place, even if you were locked up. Even just seeing you would be enough to, at least for a bit, make her feel warm again. “I’m carrying her child, please, just for five minutes.”

He looked down, and while Tara could still hide it, a closer look would reveal that she was, indeed, two and a half months pregnant. “Well, it’s not exactly her child, is it? Get out miss L/N, this is your last warning,” he sneered and came up to her, ignoring her glare and ready to shove her if necessary.

“We get it, we’re leaving,” Danny stepped between Tara and the officer, just to be sure nothing would happen to her. “Come on, Tara, he won’t let you see Y/N,” he pleaded, gently taking her forearm and pulling her outside.

Tara let him, she followed him, defeated. You’ve been locked up for three weeks and no one was allowed to see you or hear from you. And Tara? Tara only had Danny left… You were locked up, Sam was gone, her friends weren’t there, they were dealing with their own lives, and while she missed them, Tara refused to ask them to come and stay with her.

She got in the backseat of the taxi and Danny gave the driver his address as Tara got lost in her thoughts. Things were so much simpler and happier just a month ago, in fact, everything was going well ever since you recovered, over four years ago.

~X~ December 2022 ~X~

You were being mean, laughing at her and handing her the inhaler at the same time. Jerk… “You needed me so much you couldn’t breathe?” you dropped down unceremoniously next to her and pulled her closer the moment she returned the inhaler to the nightstand next to your bed.

Just to be slightly petty she playfully stuck her tongue out and turned her back to you. And you just chuckled, spooning her and wrapping a strong arm around her waist. Despite your teasing she relaxed against you, enjoying the warmth and the feel of your bare skin against her back. “It’s not my fault you went crazy after I called you ‘baby’,” she sighed dramatically. She wasn’t sure she could move from the bed any time soon, not that she was complaining, besides, it was clear you got your stamina back…

You leaned closer to her, slowly kissing her just beneath her ear and Tara hummed in approval. She twisted around in your arms, baring her neck so you could keep kissing her. “I remember hearing something else as well,” you eventually reminded her, your tone low and slightly raspy and all the things Tara was weak to.

And she turned completely red when she remembered exactly what you were talking about. “You’ll never hear that again,” she ducked down, hiding her face beneath your chin and just wrapping her arms around you.

“Whatever you say, Tara,” she could feel you smirking, she could sense it! Damn you for knowing exactly how to get her worked up, and for making her call you… no… she wouldn’t even think about that. She’d forget it. She’d make you sleep on the couch if you ever mentioned it. Or maybe not that. She needed you next to her to sleep well, so maybe she wouldn’t make you sleep on the couch. Forbid you from kissing her? No, she liked that too much to use it as punishment. She could sit somewhere other than on your lap?

Hell no!

She could take your car. Actually, that would get you to ban her from sitting on your lap.

She’d just make you play horror games without her. That’ll teach you.

But then another thought popped into her head. And while there was a chance it was said in the heat of the moment, that it was just your desire and passion talking, you did kinda tell her you wanted to marry her. And while it easily could put you in a bad spot, she wanted to hear your thoughts now that you weren’t consumed by your desires.

“Say, Y/N, were you serious about wanting to marry me?” she asked, absentmindedly tracing random lines on your arm. You still haven’t recovered all your muscles, but she could feel them under her touch, firm and strong, and she was sure you’d be back in shape before the end of the year.

“Completely,” you didn’t even hesitate, you just hugged her a bit tighter. “I’ll do the whole proposal thing sooner or later, but if you want to marry me, then yes, I am absolutely serious about that.”

Tara nodded, smiling brightly. “I do want to marry you,” she kissed you, from your neck, your jaw, all the way to your lips. “I want to spend my entire life with you,” the two of you haven’t even been together for a year, though it was close to a year now, but she had no doubt in her mind that what she said was exactly what she wanted. Her lips met yours and she nudged you slightly so you would get on your back, and she moved with you to straddle your abs. “I want to take your last name, to have-“ she suddenly stopped, just now realizing that was one topic the two of you never talked about.

“Tara?” you raised an eyebrow, confused by her silence.

“Do you want children?” she blurted out, because she did, she wanted at least one child, or two, maybe two would be better. Probably not more than two. She wanted to give someone a childhood she wished to have, as far as parents went. But even more than that, she wanted a family with you. Regardless of if it was just the two of you, or if there would be kids.

You kinda just… shrugged and now it was Tara’s turn to be confused. “Eventually, sure. I haven’t really thought about it, but I’m not against it,” you tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and Tara sighed in relief. “If you want kids, we’ll raise them together, if you don’t, it’ll be just the two of us,” you pulled her down for a kiss and Tara felt like melting.

She definitely didn’t want kids right away, she wanted to finish college, get a job, get married and then, eventually, when both of you felt you were ready, either adopt or get pregnant. That, however, was topic for another day. In the back of her head she worried about Ghostface coming back, but she could only believe in you, in your ability to come back to her, and her own ability to make sure she came back to you as well.

“You know, it’s good that you called me-“ she shut you up with a kiss. She knew exactly where you were going with that, and she would not let you finish that sentence.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned you. You just grinned at her, and even though you stayed silent she knew the word was on the tip of your tongue. She’d have to make you say something embarrassing as well eventually. With that thought in mind Tara kissed you one more time.

~X~ December 13th, 2023. ~X~

This was it. This was how you were going to have your second heart attack and drop dead. All things considered your panic-filled mind wondered if this could be considered suicide, because, all of this was, after all, your own doing. It would be fine, right? Tara did want this, she said so! Granted, the one and only time the two of you talked about this was over a year ago, but surely nothing has changed since then, right?

“I can’t,” you were pacing around the hotel room, not even daring to glance at the tiny box on the table. Oh, if a bird swooped in from the skies and grabbed it you would be the happiest woman alive, because you’d at least have an excuse to postpone this. Maybe you should go and ask for some bread, just to leave crumbs near the box and hopefully lure said birds inside.

“Y/N!” Anika grabbed your shoulders and pushed, but she couldn’t get you to move. “Sit down you… mass of muscles and ridiculous strength only Tara gets to move!” she grunted and then just threw her arms up, and sat down herself. “Fine! Stand there!” she gave up. “If you don’t do this today, you’ll have to wait until next year, remember?”

You looked to the side, annoyed that she was right. Her hair was braided, and she was wearing a nice, bright and colorful dress Mindy was going to drool over tonight. It was December thirteenth. The second anniversary of your and Tara’s relationship and you were ready to propose. Well, as far as setting everything up was concerned. You booked the restaurant in this hotel, hooray for successful business, got the ring, dressed up, everything was ready. Mentally though… you were absolutely not ready.

The proposal was also why you were on an urgent business trip, why Anika went back to her parents, and why Mindy and Chad had to visit their mom, and why Sam and Danny would be taking Tara to a restaurant so she wouldn’t feel lonely, and you’d be making up for the urgent business trip tomorrow, when Tara turns twenty-one.

Which was all one big lie, aside from Sam and Danny taking Tara to the restaurant, all so Taa wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Or maybe, hear me out, I say screw important dates, and just randomly ask her one day?” you suggested, raising your finger to make a point.

Anika got up and began jabbing her finger above your chest. “You, Y/N L/N, are one of the best women MMA fighters, you lived through being shot, stabbed, impaled on a rebar, falling from a roof and won Sam’s approval to date her sister, which is probably the most impressive accomplishment of them all,” she told you. “You are going to go downstairs, dressed in that,” she looked you up and down and just stepped back. “that… let’s just say Tara is lucky, because, well, you dressed to impress,” and you did. You went all out, finding the best clothes for the occasion.

And then the phone rang, and you saw it was Danny calling.

Afraid something happened you immediately picked up and put him on a speaker. “Yes?”

“It’s a disaster,” he opened dramatically, his voice filled with panic. “Tara won’t dress up!”

You felt the tension from all of this, all the pressure from wanting to propose to her, all the worry caused by his call, it all just vanished, and you felt like you could breathe again. “Dude, let her come in whatever she wants,” you laughed, no longer feeling nervous. This was Tara, your Tara and you suddenly felt silly for even being nervous in the first place.

“She wants to come in your damn shirt!” he whisper shouted and you watched Anika’s jaw dropping as she heard that.

“So let her! Let my girl do whatever she wants, it’s her night!” you just sat down on the bed and couldn’t wipe the grin off your face.

“It’s a five-star hotel and she wants to wear an oversized shirt that looks more like a dress on her and jeans! She didn’t even do her hair!” and she’d look more beautiful than anyone else in this whole hotel.

“Yup, let her, just bring her here,” you sighed dreamily, your mood swinging in the exact opposite direction.

“Unbelievable, both of you,” he groaned and hung up.

You looked at Anika, still flabbergasted by what she heard, and then at your usual clothes. “You know what, Tara has a point,” you’d wear fancy clothes for some special occasion, maybe tomorrow night when you take her out not as your girlfriend, but as your fiancée.

“No! Y/N! I won’t let you!” Anika cried out, but it was too late now.

~X~

Dressing up… as if Tara wanted to do that tonight. You weren’t there, and she was basically being a third wheel on Sam and Danny’s date, so no, she wouldn’t dress up. She wanted to stay home, watch a movie, and wear your shirt so she could feel like you were hugging her. But, Sam insisted and she couldn’t say no to Sam’s pleading gaze.

Well, she’d see you tomorrow, so that was nice. Urgent business trips have happened ever since you opened your own company. You used the money you got from your retirement and ensured you could mostly work from home, but you still needed to leave every now and then to meet up with your business partners. Did it suck that you had to leave on your anniversary? Yeah, it did. Was Tara angry? No, just a bit lonely since everyone else seemed to leave as well, but you called her plenty of times today and she couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

The hotel Sam and Danny took her to… well, now she felt a bit silly for being dressed so casually, especially since Danny went for a dark brown suit and black turtleneck sweater and Sam went through trouble of doing her hair and wearing a light green long coat with shirt and pants. And Sam didn’t exactly dress up that often, she preferred casual clothes she could defend herself in if needed, and while Tara became cautious after what happened last year, Sam took it to the next level, and that made Tara worried for Sam, she wasn’t letting anyone new in, no matter what, even at work she kept to herself and barely even got out unless Tara or Danny specifically asked her to.

That made Tara feel a bit guilty, because this was actually Sam’s idea, and now that they were here Tara wondered if she really should have dressed up.

She walked in behind them, noticing immediately the hotel restaurant was empty, sure, it was expensive and all that, but completely empty? And several people greeted them and took them to the round table set up for six people, where Chad, Mindy and Anika were waiting already.

They were all dressed up, and Mindy was rolling her eyes when she noticed how Tara looked.

“Seriously Sam? You couldn’t get her to wear something else?” Mindy shook her head in utter disbelief.

“She’s stubborn, and well, the three of you didn’t do a better job anyway,” Sam muttered, further confusing Tara.

Several ideas were crossing her mind, but the table was set up for six people, and all thoughts of you somehow popping up were ruled out by that simple fact. Unless that was what you wanted her to think. Since it wouldn’t be that hard to just move things around a bit and make space for one more person, in fact, there was suspiciously wide open space between Chad’s chair and an empty chair next to him.

But everyone was dressed up. Anika was stunning, Mindy looked just as beautiful in that red, slightly revealing dress and Chad went for a more casual, button up shirt and suit combination, and that worried her, because he loved dressing in a more casual way.

“Still the most beautiful girl in the room though,” her jaw dropped at the sound of your voice and she looked to the side as you came down the stairs, dressed just as casually as Tara, just simple, slightly tighter polo shirt and pants and a smile on your face as she ran up to you and jumped into your arms.

“What’s this all about? How are you here?” she wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest, she just wanted to know.

You laughed, lifting her up and carrying her bridal style to the table. “Well, I wanted to make this a bit fancier, but,” you looked down at her choice of clothing and grinned. “I think this suits us much better,” you lowered her back to her feet and guided her to the remaining free chair. She sat down, still looking at your eyes. “Tara Carpenter,” you went down to one knee and pulled out a box. “Will you marry me?”

Tara refused to cry, she wasn’t going to cry, she was absolutely crying as she fell into your arms and hugged you as tightly as she could. “Yes, a hundred times yes!”

You laughed at that, and got up, lifting Tara up in the process and hugging her tightly. “I love you,” you kissed her lightly, but she wasn’t having any of that as she deepened the kiss right away, her hand cupping your cheek.

“I love you too,” she whispered against your lips when you separated.

~X~ Present day ~X~

The two of you got married on your third anniversary, exactly a year after you proposed, and last year you decided you’d try IVF and then, when Tara and you told Sam about it… well, that’s when it all started going downhill, as Sam grew more and more irritated and angry and would leave for several days at a time. Tara tried to be patient, she tried to understand her sister, to be there for her, but it was starting to take its toll on her as well, because no matter how she approached Sam nothing seemed to be working. And then something she feared the most happened. Despite how much she tried to tell you it was fine, it happened, you snapped.

~X~ December 2026 ~X~

Getting married didn’t change anything, Sam was still living with Tara and you, and her and Danny were still not living together. They’d spend nights together occasionally, but Sam never brought up the idea of him moving in, or her moving to his place. “Sam, please, just tell me what’s going on,” Tara pleaded when Sam once again chose to ignore how worried she was making Tara be.

“Nothing is going on,” Sam shut her down, not even once looking at Tara as she sat in your shared kitchen. You were out, buying groceries for tonight’s dinner, you and Tara wanted to make this dinner feel special, since it’s been a while since Sam was home for more than a few days. And this time she actually made it through the week without disappearing. “Just make sure to take care of yourself when you get pregnant,” there was frustration in Sam’s voice that Tara immediately noticed.

“Are you angry at me?” Tara asked, not really having any ideas as to why Sam would be angry, but it just felt like she was. Surely she wasn’t angry because Tara wanted to have children, right?

“No,” and Sam refused to elaborate and in her anger and frustration reached into her pocket for her cigarettes just as you came back home.

“Drop them! Sam, drop them right now!” if there was one thing, just one thing that didn’t involve actually harming someone you loved that would make you snap instantly, it was someone who knew Tara had asthma trying to smoke near her.

“Baby, wait,” Tara got up, stopping you before you could take the cigarettes from Sam. This was already a volatile situation, Sam was frustrated, you were angry, and Tara needed to calm things down. “Let’s just go to our room, okay?” she took the groceries from your hand and placed them on the table, noticing ojo de pancha from a nearby bakery Sam loved at the top. She reached up, cradling your cheek, feeling and seeing the tension on your face. She pulled you closer, relaxing slightly when she felt you relaxing a bit. “Do it for me?” she spent her entire childhood listening to her parents arguing, then to her mother and Sam arguing, she didn’t want to listen to you and Sam arguing as well, especially for her sake.

You sighed, but nodded, ready to just let it be, until Sam spoke, her cigarette now lit.

“What are you two even thinking? What if Ghostface comes after us again?!” Sam demanded and Tara turned to look at her, at the fury in her eyes.

“Sam?” she called out, not recognizing her sister. She knew Sam was paranoid, but this much? “We weren’t attacked for over four years,” she tried to remind her as she took your hand and took a few steps back, away from Sam’s rage and from the smoke and despite knowing Sam would never hurt her you stepped between her and Sam.

“Tara has me, I won’t let anyone hurt her, or our child,” you said, for the first time in fifteen years you’ve spent as Tara’s best friend, as her protector, as the one person she could always rely on, the guard dog barked at her sister. “You included, Sam, so put that damn cigarette out before I make you,” you warned, your tone dangerously low.

You would turn twenty-six in a bit less than half a year, and for the lack of a better word, you were at your peak. Stronger than even when you fought for the title, or when you fought against Thomas. Speed, strength, skill, all of that was as high as you could take it, and it was one of the reasons why you chose to start a family now, because Tara did worry about Ghostface coming back, and so did you. So, if the two of you wanted children this was the absolute best time to do it, even if it meant starting your family at a fairly young age compared to most couples.

Sam scoffed and walked out, and despite Tara’s pleas, she didn’t come back for a week.

~X~

Looking back now, it was like Tara was looking at herself from back when you first came to New York, only Sam was almost thirty and angrier than Tara ever was. When Tara found out she was pregnant, she wanted to have you and Sam there, but Sam just… left… abandoned Tara again, and no one, not her, not you, not Danny, no one could reach her. For nearly three months now, Tara had no idea where Sam was. And she felt as if her life had fallen apart completely.

Chad, Mindy and Anika left New York a while ago, Chad pursuing his football career, which took him to Miami last year, while Anika and Mindy formed a rising star duo, directing horror movies all over the country for the past two years. So, her group was scattered, and while they all stayed in touch, Tara was only left with you as her constant. Danny was there as well, trying to be supportive while Sam was going through whatever she was going through, but it really was just you and her.

And then, three weeks ago you got arrested, framed for murder you didn’t commit. And the victim? Your own father?

He was stabbed, and despite her best efforts, Tara had no idea why you even went there in the first place, she just knew you didn’t do it.

A/N: Right, Tara is pregnant. I’m sure that won’t raise the stakes at all. Anyway, this is my Scream 7, I'm not watching anything unless Melissa and Jenna are back. Have fun with Lost season 2!

#tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #scream #jenna ortega x reader

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halfdeadfullgay · 1 month

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DPxDC idea

This started as just an idea but I couldn’t stop writing

Hear me out, the same basic gotham/batfam just replace Catwoman with the Catwoman from Batman Returns(the Tim Burton version) because she is semi ghostly/liminal with her whole nine lives thing. I personally think this version of Catwoman should be included more in DPxDC.

Like the tropes of Danny running away to Gotham, running into [insert dc character], living on the streets(optional), and ClockWork telling him that something needs to be returned to the dead(optional) would work perfectly. Idk if the last one is actually a trope but it’s in a lot of fics.

Basically Catwoman has a little unmarked grave where she got pushed out the window with a small cat statuette, someone steals. ClockWork wanting to make sure his son figure the prince of the dead is safe and maybe an excuse to see how he would do with a common royal task. Catwoman gets word it’s stole and goes to steal back.

It’s kinda like that one Spider-man meme where they’re pointing at each other.

putting the read more cause this got longer than intended

Like obviously Danny can sense/knows of the death around the batfam(and gotham in general) and how none/only one of them talk about it. So he just leaves it, that’s the family’s own issue, maybe he’ll get back into the hero thing later but he needs to focus on staying off the GIW’s radar.

As he’s still settling in, ClockWork sends him on a small errand. Just steal back something(a little cat statuette) that was taken from an unmarked grave, should be easy and simple but his ghost sense as he finally finds what CW sent him for.

At first he thinks it’s one of the batfam but remembers that the only one who actually makes his ghost sense go off is Red Hood but Danny is far from Crime Alley. That’s when something, someone moves out of the shadows. It’s Catwoman and to him, she reeks of death. He stands there for a second, Catwoman was going for the same thing he was stealing. Was she just going for it just because it was a cat or was it connected more?

On Catwoman’s side, she’s had to do a double when she realized that this was a teenager, a child. She hadn’t accounted for someone else wanting to steal the statuette but then again it’s hers. The statuette was left in the alley where she had lost her first life. She had gotten word that it was taken. Why would someone else want it?

She didn’t let her guard down, even though it was just a teen, there was something off about him. Mainly the way his eyes reflected like a cat’s when light hit them and how he seemed to notice her before she showed herself. She was about to speak when the kid opened his mouth.

“I’m gonna assume this is yours?”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #catwoman #danny phantom #batman #I love catwoman having her nine lives #please let them interact like this #I love catwoman adopts danny tropes #just an idea #might write a fic #idk man

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rootsofdread · 1 year

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May I request general hc for Ghostface, Michael Myers and the Trickster falling in love with a survivor (preferably one that doesn't seem to reciprocate their feelings)?

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is not very forward with his feelings, not at first. He spends a lot of time watching you in and out of trials, learning everything that he can about you. He knows he won’t be able to win you over unless he knows how your brain works, what you like and don’t like, who your friends are. It’s not stalking as long as you don’t know he’s there.

He uses his information to try to get to know you in a more normal way next. He thinks you’ll be amazed by his “people reading” skills, and thinks you’ll be more inclined to share more with him, feel more comfortable. He’s shocked to find you still seemingly uninterested in him.

He always slips in compliments when the two of you happen to talk along with his skillfully-gained information. You’re stunning, you’re so smart, you’re great in chases. Anything he thinks will earn him your favor, but it’s all true, of course. Danny is many things, but a liar isn’t one of them.

His next course of action is trying to impress you with his more practical skills in trials. He always makes sure you’re watching when he marks and skillfully downs someone, looking over his shoulder at you before taking them to a hook. He’s a lot more productive during trials when you’re around.

He enjoys seeing your reaction when he sneaks up on your teammates in front of you, the shock of realizing you didn’t even know he was there until it was too late. He knows that’s a surefire way to impress you, if all else fails. His Night Shroud works wonders.

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael never thought he would even love someone. Honestly, he just didn’t think he’d have it in him. So you can imagine his frustration when he falls for someone who doesn’t seem to share his feelings, who ignores all of his advances, which get increasingly aggressive. If he makes sure you know how he feels, maybe then you'll return his feelings.

You may think your apparent disinterest in him would end up discouraging him…But if you know Michael, you know it doesn’t. His drive to kill Laurie has kept him going for years. A lot of years. He’ll get you, too, eventually. He knows he will.

If he knows he has you in a trial, you’re his first target. He stalks you first, following you around, watching you behind corners or from higher places. He can never tell if you purposefully hold still out in the open, though.

He picks off the rest of your team one by one to get to you easier. He leaves their bodies where you can see them and waits for you to come to him. It's…His very twisted way of showing you his affection. He always hopes you like it, and has a little hope that you’re impressed by it.

He always lets you escape, either through the hatch or forcing you to go through the gates if he’s feeling “playful.” The latter may seem a little cruel, but it’s just his way of having a little fun with you. He doesn’t have a very well-adjusted sense of fun. But he knows you’re glad to at least be left alive, and that’s really all that matters.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon is the most romantically-inclined, and actually tries to win your favor in less frightening ways. That’s not to say he isn’t without his…Issues, but he is a romantic at heart and enjoys trying to woo you, even if it usually ends up being fruitless. He’s convinced that his good looks and charm will do most of his work for him.

He’s always following you around, trying to chat you up, mostly by bragging about his accomplishments both before and during his time in the fog. It impresses everyone else and makes them swoon, so he figures it’ll do the same to you. Your disinterest in his achievements doesn’t seem to bother him much. He’ll also tail you without your knowledge occasionally, to find things out about you, like things you like to do or talk about.

In addition to this, he’s always bringing you gifts, too. Typically items he’s looted off of dead survivors, because he knows even if you’re not interested in him, you’ll be interested in items you can actually use. He can get a little smug about it. He does also enjoy bringing you flowers, he knows it’s less creepy and you may be a bit more inclined to like them for that reason.

If you’re in a trial together, you’ll find little love notes pinned to trees or walls with his throwing knives. The tone of these notes may be a little off-putting or ominous, but Ji-Woon insists that that’s just how he writes. And if you’ve heard his music, you know that’s not a lie. He just expresses himself and his affections in strange ways.

He’ll also avoid going after you in trials, like a gentleman. He’ll let you work on generators and unhook your teammates so long as there are others still alive that he can go after. He prefers to not kill you, but he seems to have a lot of fun chasing you down and hauling you to a hook just to tell you he loves you.

#inbox #danny johnson #michael myers #ji woon hak #gender neutral reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #michael myers x reader #the shape x reader #ji woon hak x reader #the trickster x reader

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

So, here's a short excerpt for WIP Wednesday (963 words)! Thank you for everyone who followed my new writing blog, the response has been so unbelievable.

Trigger Warning: Discussion of parental death

Original Prompt Fill

1st Shared Segment

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IKnowYourSecrets: hey

IKnowYourSecrets: I know this isnt something weve done before

IKnowYourSecrets: you said you got a cell for your last bday

IKnowYourSecrets: can I call you?

IKnowYourSecrets: heres my number XXX-XXX-XXXX

-xXPolarisXx-: is everything ok?

-xXPolarisXx-: dont answer that

-xXPolarisXx-: obv not

-xXPolarisXx-: my phones in my room brb

Danny ran up stairs to grab his phone and return to the computer before anyone could close out of his chat. He checked the number and dialed it, closing out of everything and logging out as the call connected.

“Tim?” he asked as soon as the ringing stopped. “What’s happened?”

“Danny? I… this is weird talking like this.” Tim’s voice was rough and Danny couldn’t tell if that was from emotion or just how he normally sounded.

Danny laughed a little. “Yeah. It is. Give me a sec, let me get to my room and I’ll shut the door. Give us some privacy.”

“I… yeah. I might need a few minutes.”

“Are you okay?”

Tim made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob and Danny all but ran up the stairs. “No, not really. Um. My mom’s dead.”

“What?!" What was the appropriate response to something like this? Sometimes he wished he had Jazz's way with words. "What happened?”

“She and dad were in the Caribbean." Tim let out a huff. "I didn’t even know they were in the Caribbean.”

Danny made a noise to indicate he was listening, but waited for Tim to continue.

“There was a local villain named Obeah man. He captured them and held them ransom. Gave them some water to drink at some point, but… it was poisoned. By the time Batman got there, it was too late. Mom died.” Tim gave another half-hysterical laugh. “And my dad is in a coma. He may never wake up.” His voice trailed off.

Danny swallowed. How does anyone respond to news like that? “I’m so sorry, Tim. How are you holding up? What’s going to happen now?”

“The funeral is in two days. Bruce is organizing it. And I’m going to stay with him, I guess. He said he’d be happy to foster me until my dad gets better.”

“Shit, Tim. Text me during the funeral if you need to.”

“I might take you up on that. You won’t mind?”

“Of course not. Every 5 seconds if you need to.”

“Distract me. What’s going on in your life? I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.”

“Oh, uh, all right. Are you sure?”

“Please, Danny.”

“If you change your mind, interrupt me anytime.” Danny chewed his lip. What on earth could he talk about in response to news like that? The test he had in English last week? That sounded so trite. “I did start karate training with…” he trailed off before he could say his mom. “Anyway, it’s going all right. I’ve basically only been taught basic moves. I only get lessons two or three times a month so it’s slow going.”

Tim’s voice was still shaky, but he seemed to latch onto the topic to Danny’s relief. “You really have to give it your all if you want to succeed. Have you learned the basic stances and things?”

“Some, I think.”

“Hold those positions. Stand in your room and just hold them for ten minutes at a time. And practice the same punch over and over. Even if your m—” Tim’s voice caught and he changed course “—instructor can’t make it. Would you be allowed to sign up for classes? Get something more consistent?”

“We don’t have the money.” Danny bit back the embarrassment he felt at admitting that. Tim was rich-rich and never had to worry about things like bills. “Ghost hunting doesn’t really pay. My parents are at least good engineers so they can fix our own appliances and vehicles. Sometimes dad or mom will fix stuff for the neighbors for some extra money.”

Tim hummed in understanding and didn’t push the issue. “How did they even get into ghosts to begin with?”

“If we ever end up in the same place, you are not allowed to ask that directly to my parents. Don’t mention ghosts at all. They won’t stop talking for hours. As for how they got into it… Dad’s always believed in the supernatural. He could’ve just as easily started tracking big foot or the Loch Ness Monster. But he met mom in university and she was stuck on ghosts. Dragged him in, too. And he’s obsessive. Once he decides on something, that’s it.

“They were both studying the supernatural and had to decide what to focus on for their doctoral research. Mom’s hated ghosts since she was a teenager. Apparently she and a friend were dared to go into a haunted house one Halloween. She doesn’t talk about it much, but her friend died that night. She blames the ghosts and has dedicated her life to hunting them ever since.”

Tim clicked his tongue. “Wow. It almost makes sense with that back story.”

Danny snorted. “Ghosts aren’t real. I dunno what killed her friend, but it wasn’t a ghost. Wish they’d decided to hunt Bigfoot instead.”

“Really? Why do you say that?”

Danny looked out his window and stared at the setting sun. “If they were hunting bigfoot, we’d probably go camping more often. And I like camping. You get the best views of the stars that way.”

“What’s your favorite constellation?”

“That’s like asking who my favorite Star Trek character is! There’s too many to choose. But do you know the folk history of Polaris? It’s why I chose my username.” Danny talked to Tim about the stars and space until Alfred called him away for dinner. They made plans to talk online again later.

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Now, I have a question for y'all. I was planning on finishing the entire work then publishing on a once a week basis until finished (or twice a week if I had more chapters than I expect). I've got the first chapter mostly done, just need to rewrite one section and change a few lines elsewhere. I also have the next 1.5 chapters mostly done on a first draft. I could start posting now, but I can't guarantee a posting schedule and I'll probably have to take a hiatus or two as I plan to get a new job and move sometime in the next few months.

So my question, do you want me to post now or wait? It'll probably be several months if not a year before I finish depending on how long I take and how many other projects catch my eye.

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In other news, the creator of the original prompt started their own fill, too! If you read mine, I am requiring you to check theirs as well because it is amazing 💕. Tumblr Link and AO3 Link

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WELCOME ALL DANNY FANGIRLS TO YOUR INSTALMENT OF DANIEL RICCIARDO’S DTS BREAKDOWN! 🍯🦡

I’m leaving this one open since you all skipped straight to this episode! (I waited and I don’t know how)😂

S6E9 (Three’s a Crowd)

GIF by @arturleclerc

DANNNNNNNNYYY BOYYY 😍😍😍😍😍😍

He’s already laughing (god I love him)

‘Alright, what’s up?, Daniel Ricardo, this is season six drive to survive, and yes I’m back’ (fangirling HARD)

WAIT HE WAS IN SYDNEY, HE WAS IN FUCKING SYDNEY (why did no one tell me I would have called sick at work)

Daniel and Blake I really wish you went ahead with that podcast because you two are poetic chaos together

Cue another Daniel montage (they have his whole discography on file don’t they?)

He looks so fucking tried though

Logan and Alex talking about DTS frothing at the mouth about Daniel returning is the most factually, correct thing I’ve ever heard 😂

Logan: ‘All I know is the most excited people when Danny Ricciardo came back was Netflix.’

Alex: ‘I literally think they had to change their pants three times. I know the episode already. Let…let me run it through. Ready? Here we have Danny Ricciardo watching on the sidelines. “Yeah, it hurts to not be racing.” Then all of a sudden, pans to Nyck de Vries. Lock up. [imitates brakes screeching]. Off the track. Crash. Oh shit! Boom. Fast-forward. Silverstone. Test. Daniel Ricciardo. Super quick. [laughs] Danny looking at it like…big smile on his face. “It is what it is. You know?” [man]“I never left” “I never left. I’m back,baby. Honey Badger. Don’t give a shit.” (Hire him now DTS because he nailed that)

Fuck why they got to follow that shit with Zandvoort though

Daniel whoring about in his Enchante tattoo thigh high shorts

“Feels right. Feels good” (It sure does Danny is sure does)

EVERYONE LOVES DANIEL

And they get him straight to a photoshoot to whore him out

THEY DID NOT USE HIM WINKING IN THE INTRO (da fuck you lot doing? Give the people what they want)

Yes Christian 2025 prospect (he’s a shoe in ahh? See what I did there) 😉👟🍾

FUCK YOU MICAHEL ITALIANO (why is he getting air time) I’m glad he’s left F1

OHH NO OHH NO OHH NO NO NO NO NO NO

IM CRYING AGAIN. I CRIED WHEN IT HAPPENED AND IM CRYING AGAIN

Ohh they have his X-ray

Clairey bear

Cue Liam Lawson (I do love you but I missed Danny terribly)

The others telling Liam to be prepared (this is very welcome to our toxic work environment)

‘She doesn’t even go here’ (a Danica story)

Liam out qualifies all the red bull drivers (yes kiddo)

DANNY BACKS (SCREWS AND ALL) for engineering purposes only

Umm why are you hurting him? DONT TOUCH HIM! (Look yes I know it’s physiotherapy and he needs it. But I’ve broken my hand before the left one as well and driving a normal road car caused me to cry in pain so when I say don’t touch him I mean it)

I SWEAR TO GOD ZAK YOU STAY THEY HELL AWAY FROM HIM

Checo clips Yuki and he’s out (he probably thought it was Daniel trying to take his seat. It’s his in 2025 mate there’s no fighting it)

Ohh look Alpine with reliability issues (things you continue to see)

Yes DTS let’s show Russel’s crash from another angle 😂

POINTS FOR LIAM 🎉🥳

Are we positive he was in Sydney and not Perth?

Yes king SWEAT SWEAT SWEAT

Yuki GP time

Not Suzuka having Daniel, Yuki and Liam on all the banners

Poor Yuki being overwhelmed by the fans. I understand fans being excited but he’s cornered in the car and clearly doesn’t feel safe (and for Michael to be like it’s ok the fans are happy is actually the problem at hand. His and all the drivers safety has to come first and he point blank didn’t feel safe you arsehole Michael so it’s not okay)

Yuki honey it’s okay Liam not going to hit you

If we can’t have an Aussie a Kiwi will do

Liam finding out Daniel’s and Yuki are getting announced for 2024 🥺

Liam mate I’m sorry you deserve better

Mexi-coooooo

HES BACK BACK

Yes yes your P10 in the constructors (just you wait, just you fucking wait)

Checo out before turn 1 (its AUSGP all over again)

Ohh look another McLaren/Alpha Tauri incident 😤

No McLaren the plan is not to attack Daniel (haven’t you fucking done enough?)

P7 BABBYYYYYY

ENCHANTE, MON AMI

See your P8 now (told you to wait and see)

Yes Christian, Daniel did drive a good race (remember that and who didn’t)

Look at him and his little moustache

Will: ‘ I think this is only part one of a far wider story.’ (Yes 2024 season will be epic for Danny Ric)

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picturejasper20 · 10 months

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Danny Phantom:A Glitch in Time-Vlad Masters Character analysis

A Glitch in Time puts Vlad Masters in a different role that he has been always presented in the main show: Instead of the main antagonist role, he acts more as anti-hero protagonist in the graphic novel story. He joins forces with Danny, Sam and Tucker and works together with them to look for the true source of ghost power and defeat Dan Phantom.

Having in mind that ¨A Glitch in Time¨ takes place around a month after the events of Phantom Planet, Masters finds himself having lost all the political power, social position and control he built for decades, either by using his powers to steal money or manipulating people around him. In addition to this, everyone knows his identity as ghost and what kind of person he really is now, meaning he is considered an enemy everyone and basically everyone hates him.

As he explains to Danny: ¨But upon arrival, I realized… i have nothing left to return to¨. In this context he wasn’t only refering to political power and money he had, he was refering to the fact that now he was truly alone, no one missed him nor wanted him around, since they knew what kind of person he was. Even the ones that considered him their best friend, Maddie and Jack, hated him. For once, Vlad couldn’t put the blame in anybody else for his situation but himself.

The issue is that at the start of the graphic novel Masters knows that he did something wrong to end up in this situation but he didn’t know what he did wrong. He still hadn’t fully reconsidered how his obsession with being in control and manipulative behaviour pushed everyone away and how going back in time wasn’t going to fix his actions. Clockwork pointed out how Vlad had many times to do the right think and instead choose to be obsessed with getting revenge and control others.

If there is one way i would define Vlad in this story is ¨lost¨: It feels like he isn’t sure of what he wants to do or what he wants to be, like there is a part of him that wants things to go back the used to be while other part of him doesn’t want to be in the ¨villain role¨ anymore. And, because he doesn’t want to deal with these thoughts, he comes up with this idea to look for this original source of ghost power as a way to distract himself for having to think of this emptiness he feels now, much like he always did when it came to dealing with his own loneliness, always looking for some new power to fill the void he had.

One thing i would argue, is that Masters was already changing in some ways when he went to Danny for help. He expressed to be more aware of how his actions were affecting others, such as acknowledging that he was ¨the last person who Danny wanted to see¨ and half admitting he shared the blame for the timeline being in danger since he accidentally freed Dan Phantom. As it was discussed earlier, Vlad was aware that he did something something wrong, just not what was it.

To expand in this point more, Vlad never does anything that could be considered ¨evil¨ while working with the heroes. He never makes jokes about Jack or makes comments about how he is going to make Danny turn into his pupil. Even when he complains a few times, he is shown to be quite collaborative with Danny and the rest. In part, this could be because he knows better than to argue against the person he went to ask for help, but it still interesting aspect to analyse.

Another thing worth of analysing are his reactions to seeing Danny being supported and appreciated by his friends and family. He is shown to be annoyed or confused when he sees this happening. While it is not explained, it could be a sign of jealousy from his part as Danny has people that care about him and help him, something he wished he had. It could also remind him of how he used to be friends with Jack and Maddie and how things went wrong between them. Some people have pointed out that these moments are one of the things that leads to Vlad to change his old ways later in the story, pushing him to be a better person.

Now there are two crucial things that leads to Vlad to finally rexamine his past actions and to start to redeem himself: 1) Learning about the truth origin of ghost powers 2) Learning about Dan and his origins, specially in the final fight

Lets talk about these scenes in separate points:

1) Learning about the truth origin of ghost powers

After the protagonists listen to Tucker PDA’s translation of the old runes they found, they learn that ghost and human world used to be connected or be ¨one¨ and were separated. That ghosts in some way are manifestations of human emotions, such as sadness, love and wrath. While the teens discuss the meaning behind the runes, Vlad goes through a bit of… a mental breakdown to put it lightly.

¨This is RIDICULOUS! Where´s the rest of it? () ¨Great question, Daniel! What Am I doing? I wasted years of my life piecing together clues for the ultimate power source and for what? Story time?¨

Unlike Danny, Vlad seems to struggle a lot at first with the idea of emotions being the true source of ghost energy. He considers the idea too ¨ridiculous¨ to be real and treats it as it was a child story. And this is not that surprising to see since he was expecting some type of artifact or powerful weapon instead of something more abstract.

It does makes sense for Vlad to not understand this idea at first because he is more logical driven and he isn’t that connected to his emotional part like Danny is. The runes talk about being ¨finding yourself¨, as in the sense that a ghost should examine what they really want to do or be or they could get lost in the process. This is an ability that Master lost over time as he got more and more consumed by his obsession over his past and ways to fill his own loneliness.

Danny talks about how he doesn’t want to ¨hunt ghosts¨ and instead wants to be a bridge between human and ghost worlds to help both human and ghosts. He gets his powers back like they used to be before he lost his emotional drive. After Vlad sees evidence of what the teens were discussing,he starts to have some real changes on his character. Vlad realizes that emotions and purposes are what drives ghosts and it isn’t a simple old silly story.

While that is a bit open up to interpretation what is going on in Vlad’s mind when he sees Danny getting back his powers, it is easy to see that itself inspires him to revalue what he really wants for himself and if what he has been doing so far has been making him happy or miserable. It someway it leads him to think about himself and what has he been doing until now with his own life, the same way that Danny did to find a new emotional purpose.

What’s more, Masters seems to have a new found respect for Danny after this event. He is seen saving and protecting him multiple times in their battle against Dan Phantom. He treats Danny as more of an equal than someone to turn into his pupil. This could be because, unlike him, Danny was able to figure out way quicker how the nature of ghosts powers worked and didn’t considered the legend a joke. Another aspect is that Vlad starts to see himself as a ¨bridge between the human and ghost world¨ and how instead of fighting Danny he should be helping him and supporting him. As both being ghost-human hybrids, they should work together to fix this issue.

I talked more about these moments in here. (Also, there is a comment that explains well the last point)

2) Learning about Dan and his origins, specially in the final fight

When Vlad first meets Dan he learns about how Dan is part of Danny’s ghost half and his ghost half, Plasmius and he is from another timeline. This moment itself doesn’t trigger an important change in Vlad’s character as more than he learns what Dan is.

It’s during the final fight that there is a moment Dan provokes Plasmius while he is beating him down. He tells Vlad that he made him and how this is what ¨he always wanted¨. Dan gives Vlad a terrible physical and emotional beatdown that makes Vlad finally realize how obsession with getting power was so self-destructive and how part of himself is what makes Dan act the way he does, having to ¨see himself in a mirror¨.

There is also a lot of Vlad always wishing for Daniel to join him and becoming his pupil and him seeing the results of what he ¨wanted¨ in here: The results being an very powerful version of Danny who destroys everything in his path and with no sense of morals. Making Vlad realize that he doesn’t want Danny to be like this or turn into someone like that.

In a brief moment Vlad begs for Dan to stop saying these things and says ¨that was a different me¨, trying to separate himself from the alternative version of himself who accidentally created Dan Phantom. Dan reminds Masters that he isn’t any different and his goals were still the same as his alternative version.This is what i personally consider the final ¨push¨ that Vlad’s character need to decide to not go back the way he used to be and to start making amends for his very selfish and controlling actions.

It is seeing what he could become-and Daniel had he joined him- if he had continued this path, something that is even too far and cruel even for someone like him.

Finding a new purpose

When Dan is about to destroy Danny, Danny asks him ¨Why you are so angry?¨, Dan tries to deny that he has emotions like anyone else and he has ¨transended that weakness¨. Suddenly Vlad transforms into Plamius and tells Dan that his wrong since half of him, the Plasmius part, is ¨full of fear¨.

Then what follows is a struggle between Vlad and Dan’s powers and Vlad admitting how his obsession with controlling others drove everyone away, including his close friends Jack and Maddie.

¨Why amass all this power?¨ ¨For control!¨ ¨Why control others?¨ ¨So no one else leaves…¨

¨All i ever wanted was love, but my quest for power drove everyone away. Maddie, Jack… and even young Daniel¨.

This is what Vlad has always been at his core: A broken man that since the accident back in his collegue years and being abandoned by his close friends in a time of need (at least from what it has been implied), became obsessed with being in control of his relationships with others so nobody else could leave him behind again or he couldn’t be hurt again. This is something that often happens with characters that have had things that made their lives spiral out of control, usually as result of being hurt by someone they cared about. To compensante for that lack of control they had in their lives, they try to control people or their own relationships, because they are afraid of being abandoned or hurt again.

Vlad Masters became consumed by this desire to be in control and as result he pushed everyone away. He always looked for something almost every person wants: Being loved and accepted by others. The issue is that he chose the most toxic ways to do this, hurting people that cared about him or could have been potential friends/allies.

And, as a way to distract himself from these feelings of emptiness, he always looked for more and more power- but that was never enough because it wasn’t what truly would make him happy. This is why in the series his arc was about self-desctruction, until he was left with no one that cared about him and finally ending up truly alone. You can see this habit come up again in the graphic novel, as he suggested to find the source of ghost power. Because it was a way to distract his mind from his real issues and having to think about himself. It could be in part that Vlad thought that if he could gain some power, he could be in control again and then he didn’t have to be alone, that things could back they used to be before the Disasteroid.

After Vlad comes in terms with how the problem has always been himself, he decides that his new purpose is going to start making amends and redemming himself for his past actions, leaving behind his obsession to be in control. He helps Danny and they fight together against Dan, defeating him in the process.

Helping Dan

Some moments after Dan gets defeated, he starts to destabilize since he has been outside the timestream for too long.Danny, Vlad and Clockwork discuss if t it is a good idea to trap Dan inside the thermos again until they are interrupted by Dan crying and begging to not be left trapped inside the thermos as he doesn’t want to be alone again.

In a rare moment, Plasmius sympathizes with Dan Phantom, he transforms and frees the ghost, offering his body as a temporal host until they are able to find a way to stabilize him. He expresses that he relates himself to Dan’s fear of being alone and, just like him, he has lost everything in his own timeline no other than by his own hands.

This is important coming from Vlad, a character who was defined by his selfishness and exploiting others for his own gain, showing to be selfless and empathizing with someone’s else pain. As he points out to Danny, he is trying to do the right thing for once, which is taking accountability of his actions and helping another person. Vlad explains to both Dan and Danny that this gesture is a way for him to apologize for his actions and showing that he regrets hurting both of them. He wants to give Dan a ¨second chance¨ and asks Danny if he could give another chance to make things right to him too. Dan accepts the offer, using Vlad’s body as a temporal host.

What it is interesting about this scene is that Vlad asks Danny for a second chance, but he doesn’t ask for his forgiveness. While he apologizes for how much he hurt him, he respects Danny’s choice of not forgiving him or still hating him, showing that he knows that Danny has a right to dislike him after everything he putt he boy through. It’s a good way of demostrating that he has still a long way to go for making up for his actions and he understand this.

I talked a bit more in detail about this scene and why is pretty good in here

Vlad is last seen with Clockwork transfering Dan to one of Danny’s clones that was in Vlad’s lab. Clockwork explains to Vlad that Dan is ¨his responsibility now¨ as even his time powers have a limit. The ending suggest that Dan ends up being taken care of and probably adopted by Vlad, acting as a father figure for him and having the opportunity to be a teenager and have a family again.

In conclusion

Vlad Masters’ character arc in ¨A Glitch in Time¨ is about him realizing that he doesn’t want to be in ¨villain role¨ anymore and having to face the fact that he is the reason he ended up alone and pushed everyone away. Despite of trying to distract himself from this by seeking a new source of power, at the end he realices that his manipulative behaviour made everyone, including himself, miserable.

It’s worth of noting that his arc in this story isn’t a full redemption arc but the start of one. He starting to make amends for his past actions by awknologing what he did wrong and taking care of Dan, who was accidentally freed by Vlad in first place. It’s clear that he has still a lot to make up for and it’s going to take him a long time for him to do that. He is now guardian and ¨parent¨ of Dan. Vlad always dreames with having a family, specially raising up someone who was human-ghost hybrid like him. Now he is going to have to learn what is like to be a father and taking care of someone with a complicated past as his child.

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trick-jester · 10 months

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Friendly Killer [02]

[Leon S Kennedy/Killer!Reader]

❝ A lover’s charade. ❞

warnings : blood (slight gore description), swearing, sexual intimacy implications, reader is given she/her pronouns but gender is never specified

3100+ words

A/N: I am really, really sorry in advance. I feel like this chapter isn’t as good of quality as the first chapter made. I’ve re-written this around 8 separate times trying to summarize my entire idea but compressing 10k worth of words into 3k is stupid difficult. I’ve been sitting on this for over half a year and want to just get it over with so I broke it up. Hope you still enjoy reading though! Ɛ>

The chanting caws of crows echo eternally into night sky, fading into obscurity upon taking a directionless flight.

[F/n] sighs, leaning onto the windowsill of her worn cabin. Deep within her own thoughts as her eyes mindlessly skim through the dainty atmosphere of her own realm. She runs her fingers through her hair, untangling small knots caught along the way.

It had been minutes since the end of their previous match. Hours since Leon confessed his feelings for her without needing to say a word. The permanent memory made her flush. From the way his lips felt against hers to the way their bodies melded together almost too perfectly, it was as if they were created specifically for one another.

Images of his nude figure were pinned at the very center of her core memories: burned securely into its place. [F/n] felt her mouth water at the mental sight of his abs, her cheeks sizzling feverishly as she could do nothing to prevent the replay of their intimacy.

Her scowl cracks, unable to hide the adoration felt as a smile emerges among the visible blush on her expression. Though as quick as it came— it went.Coming away from her position, [F/n] groans, bringing a hand to soothe her a temple. There was a major issue present she couldn't ignore. Their prolonged session couldn't have gone unnoticed by his teammates.

Would they believe Leon if he said she slugged him? Or if he was simply being overly stealthy? Could anything really justify the absurd amount of time taken to complete a match?

The mere idea of anyone else discovering their relationship gave her a migraine.

How would her fellow killers respond? How would the survivors respond?

If the survivors shunned Leon it would snowball into a massive issue in the long run, making matches far more strenuous than needed. It would only require for him to be downed once —once to be abandoned on hook— for his run to be over.

Then, knowing well none of the killers would show an ounce mercy without some sort of return she simply couldn't provide, the outcome of this would eventually drive [F/n] to a breaking point. The entity was not at all a fan of friendly fire when it came to her killers, she knew this far too well.

[F/n] felt her heartbeat quicken, clutching a fistful of her serape. Heavy footsteps did nothing to reel her from overthinking as Danny made his presence known. Arm extended to grip the doorframe.

The leather of his glove crossing her eyes first before the rest of him did.

Danny shook his head as their eyes met. Demeanor anything but well, there was no sugarcoating what transpired.

"Well there's two things— it's a shitshow." He pauses, head shrinking back in anticipation.

"They ended up interrogating your little plaything, toots."

[E/c] eyes widen, [F/n] paced towards him with anger.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..."

Leon sighed, planting his thumb and index finger across his forehead. He was visibly annoyed. Though he didn't expect any less from the result of their previous trial. Tossing his head back out of his hunched position, he stands, finally turning towards the group with a stern expression.

He felt his anxiety rising under the number of mixed stares he'd receive from judging eyes. Awaiting any sort of explanation, reasoning, justification. They all wanted an answer he couldn't honestly give them.

"I already said what happened, whether you believe me or not isn't my problem." Leon repeats.

YunJin scoffs at him. "Do we look stupid to you?" Her arms crossed. "You spent hours in the realm!" The accusatory tone in her voice didn't go unnoticed. Their other two teammates, Dwight and David, were complete contrasts of each other's reactions.

David appeared more annoyed than upset, his hand rubbing the ache felt within his head. Like YunJin, he suspected something was going on: whether it was foul play or not was something to be told. Though he wasn't nowhere near accusatory.

Dwight on the other hand chewed on his nails, rather dismissive of the entire situation, figuring there must've been some sort of misunderstanding. They were all on the same side, it wouldn't make any sense for Leon to lie. He was a rookie cop fighting to save the world.

"Maybe he's... telling the truth?" He mumbles just loud enough to be heard, readjusting his glasses to see YunJin shoot him a displeased look. "I-I mean he has n-no reason to lie? I, uhm, I trust him..."

Dwight's voice gets softer and softer, feeling the pressure as the three stare intensely at him. Leon makes eye contact with Dwight, nodding at him in appreciation. In return, Dwight smiles sheepishly. Almost proud.

Though Leon felt bad for taking advantage of his naivety, the result of outing themselves far outweighed his guilt.

YunJin, scoffing, makes her discontent even more obvious than it already was. She grimaced, shoving a finger close to Leon's features. "Whatever you are hiding— you will regret it. That girl is nothing more than a manipulator."

The sound of crunching leaves quickly fills the ambiance as Yunjin storms off, David following after with a disappointed sigh and a mutter.

Leon stands, a wave of relief washing over him as their figures soon disappear within the trees. For the time being the issue has been squashed, at least until Yunjin tries something. He crosses his arms.

Dwight nervously laughs. "Y-You've always been nice to everyone at the campsite, so I-I trust you. Yunjin can be a bit... uh... Overdramatic?" Dwight struggles to find the words, not that it mattered. Leon can tell what the intention was, grateful at the attempt.

"Thank you." Was all he said, needed to, as Dwight returns the expression. He looks in the direction they walked off in momentarily before meeting his eyes again. Dwight immediately gets the message.

Danny peeks his head out of the tree he stood behind, eyes glued to the man who his best friend had fallen for. He becomes very aware of how hard he was gripping the handle of his knife. And suddenly, it dawned on him.

He wasn't staring at Leon, Danny was staring through him— the direction where the others walked in.

The way YunJin walked off raised some alarm. Was she a threat? Danny couldn't exactly hear the conversation due to the proximity between them. Regardless, this was something he couldn't chance. Merely judging based off expressions it was nothing good.

Danny scoops up a small rock beside him, gently tossing it in the air to test its velocity before launching it through the barrier. The small waves it produced as a result was enough to capture Leon's gaze, spotting it as it kicked up the dirt beside him upon landing.

Ghostface waves him over, causing Leon to look behind him for a moment to ensure Dwight was no longer around. Leon walks over to Danny without hesitation.

"YunJin— does she want to die?"

"All she knows is that I'm hiding something.”

Danny, dissatisfied at the answer, says nothing else but rolls his dark eyes at the response. He turns his back on Leon, taking a few steps away whilst fixing his mask. When he halted, he peers over his shoulder.

"Your girlfriend asked for you."

"Should've said something sooner."

It takes Leon a second before coming his side almost too eagerly. His boyish grin didn't go unnoticed. Danny raises a brow amused by the reaction.

"Completely shameless." Ghostface chimed.

Fading into the trees, the only a trace of them left were the crushed leaves that met their shoes.

"So where the fuck is he?" [F/n] interrupted impatiently, looking in the direction Danny originally walked in from. She held some expectation he would be near, though when she saw no trace of him her gaze returns to Danny.

Thankful she couldn't see the expression behind his mask, a bead of imaginary sweat runs from his forehead down to his chin. "...And that's the second issue. We got separated trying to enter your realm.”

The immediate shift of her expression made him cringe.

She less than subtly pushed past his shoulder, causing him to stumble slightly. Though it wasn't powerful enough to knock him over, it was enough for Danny to shoot her a glare.

"You're welcome too... bitch." He brushed it off quickly as he joined her out the door.

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Crouched behind a wall of trash, Leon tensed as the sound of footsteps came closer. The pit in his stomach grew as he leaned over in an attempt to get a glance. Eyes meeting the figure of the man who looked around with a purpose.

He inches towards the opposite end, making the turn just in time as Evan moved forward. His fist clenched on the handle of his cleaver which was painted a sickly red at the dried blood. A low growl breaks the silence.

"I know you're out here!"

If anyone were to tell him this would be the current state of his life going into the future, that rookie officer would probably shit himself.

The cold sweat on Leon's neck increases as he does his best to create as much distance as possible between them. Leon spots a vault a few steps away, tracking towards it. His steps were light, worried the slightest sound would be his last, relieved once he successfully made it completely across.

Leon turns his head back, only able to see the very top of Evan's back.

"I'm not in the mood to play this game of hide and seek. Whoever's here needs to get the fuck OUT!" Evan's voice rung throughout the realm in clear agitation.

As nice as the idea was, Leon quite literally had no idea how to leave. Traditionally he'd have to do generators, but a quick survey of the area revealed the fact that there were none, and there was no indicator that hatch was present.

His only logical option was to wait out this entire situation. Surely Danny would've known something had gone wrong when they were no longer walking together. It only made sense he'd be searching after noticing.

Hopefully.

His attempt to go unnoticed is quickly erased as a small twig snapped underneath the sole of his shoe. Unable to contain the "oh shit," at his lips when he heard heavy footsteps come around the corner.

Evan wasn't sure who to expect. He assumed it was Danny playing a prank on him again or maybe even the entity fucking with him. So, when he laid his eyes on Leon, Evan was completely caught off-guard, dumbfounded as to why a survivor was lurking in his personal realm.

His nonexistent brows raise, giving it thought. The only way a survivor could end up in a killer's personal realm was if another killer had brought them there— and no survivor was insane enough to trust a killer outside of their protective dome in the first place.

Something wasn't adding up. Who could possibly be in cahoots with the survivors? Unless it was the entity herself? But this wasn't a match, there would be no point in presenting him otherwise.

With the grip on Evan's cleaver becoming tighter, Leon decides it's time to back up, eyes glued to the Trapper. The staring contest ends after Evan takes his first step forward as Leon breaks into a sprint.

Evan takes a second to recollect his thoughts before chasing after his intruder. Purposely tailing him in a calculated route, he knew it was only a matter of time before Leon stepped into one of the dozens of active traps laying around his realm.

Leon does his best to focus but finds difficulty in finding a safe path to dart towards. Any mistake could cost him his life.

But Leon was no simple man, vaulting over another opening as Evan swiped his weapon at him. Nearly tumbling in the process as an armed trap rested several inches before it, he narrowly avoided both ill outcomes.

"Can we talk about this?!" Leon shouts, finally panicking. No matter what he did, realization sunk in incredibly quickly as his options had finally run dry. The trap he missed clicking underneath the sole of his shoe.

Evan says nothing in return, instead watching the scene unfold.

Leon screamed as rusted metal locked into his ankle. He ducks down, desperately pulling the mechanism's jaw for any sort of relief. The pain was excruciating, crushing, on an entirely different level than what he was familiar with. Reality draws in the shadow hides him from the nonexistent light source.

"You're making a mistake!!!"

Leon looked up to watch him draw his weapon back, sweat turning ice cold as he stared death in the face. How could this possibly be fair? Out of everything he had survived through, this was how it ended— trapped like a helpless animal. He felt resentment at his circumstance, praying to a god he knew wouldn't listen.

The sound of harsh winds part through the air with lethal speed, scythe sticking into the ground effortlessly between them. Evan turns his head in the direction it came from, spotting the silhouette that stood on the roof of his shack.

It was a warning.

"Hey, Evan, buddy, I'm really sorry." Danny twiddled with his fingers: tone coated with more sarcasm than understanding. His knife not straying far, it comes out of his sleeve and into his gasp.

Leon takes this moment to grab the scythe, sticking its blade in between the claws he successfully pries himself free. He wobbled slightly, hissing, the pain was greater than what he accustomed to, using the staff as support.

Evan watches him go, making no effort to resume his chase: instead attending to his curiosity turning his attention to the approaching figure. It doesn't take him long to digest the information, clicking near immediately at the scene.

"A killer saving a survivor." He puts it simply, releasing a chuckle mocking the idea. "And I thought I went insane battling with the entity. You're fuckin' worse!"

"Evan." [F/n] states as if his name was an insult itself, [e/c] eyes squinting subtly in agitation. Clearly displeased and even more so when she takes the sight of Leon limping. She comes to his side, carrying him into her arms almost effortlessly with her blade still in his hold.

Leon swallows a grunt, relieved at the loss of pressure from his burning ankle.

"You okay?"

Appearing indifferent, she subtly observes his reaction in masked worry. "I'm fine now." Leon mumbles, offering her a small reassuring smile. [F/n] hums in acknowledgement, focusing her distain towards Evan.

"You know survivors aren't protected outside of a match."

"Then this is the perfect opportunity."

"Desperate enough to resort to this, Evan? Cause this is pretty fuckin' pathetic."

Silence, though it doesn't last longer than a moment.

"How long?" Trapper continues, moving to get closer only for Danny to step before the couple shaking his head. He brandished his already stained blade.

A reminder.

Evan growls at him in response, nearly offended.

"This doesn't concern you."

"You seriously think you can keep this hidden from her? She'll shred you both like scum: use your little boyfriend to make you feel a whole other type of pain you both can't forget." Evan spits, invisible grin emerging.

"Are you prepared for that, farmer? You're gonna lose him— just like how you lost everyone else. It’s all you know how to do, lose."

[F/n]'s grip on Leon becomes tighter and tighter as her agitation grows, masking it with a taunting smile on her lips along a heavy exhale.

"Anyone ever tell ya' you got a big fuckin’ mouth on you? Bastard." Smirk becoming wider, Evan shrugs confidently at her question.

"You should thank me for trying to bring you out of your delusion."

"Of course, how about I return the favor and teach you some manners as my thanks?"

The Trapper readjusts his grip on his hatchet completely unbothered; Danny's hum of disapproval interrupts the increasing tension, doing his best to divert their attention.

"It's too risky to do this with him here, toots." Gesturing obviously at Leon's presence, [F/n]'s tight grip instantly vanishes.

Leon winced at the sudden release of pressure, sighing through the pain. He meets her [e/c] eyes apologetically. Though there was no fooling his infatuated killer.

The thought cooks in her mind. As much as he was right it aggravated her. She wanted to punish Evan with every driving force in her body. No matter the consequence from the entity.

[F/n]'s predatory gaze meets the Trapper a final time. His figure burned in her memory.

“Whatever.”

Evan looks at her expectantly, knowing well he won the exchange his eyes gleam the reflection of a crow taking off in the background.

"You'll hear from me again very soon."

At her signal, Danny walks over to her, fishing for something underneath his coat he pulls out a foreign offering.

The Trapper smirks. "Don’t keep me waiting."

Evan watches Danny use the offering, taking a mental picture of the fog enveloping around them. His stare glued towards the survivor, more amused than anything, while he hums in content.

And just as quickly they were there: they weren't. Evan tilts his head, readjusting the hold on his machete as excitement rumbles through his veins. His stifled chuckle finally emerging.

"Let's see how long your lover’s charade will last, farmer."

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Maybe ghosts aren’t the real monsters after all

fanfiction

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word count: 1123

"The date started off so well, beginning my night not expecting the fright of my life. They were perfect from what I could tell. How could I not see the danger right in front of me-" (dark ages preferred but please go hog wild with other ships that would be hilarious/fun to write this with!) @kawaiijohn

i watched an episode to include a line in here then realized i couldnt actually include that line or it wouldnt work jknhbgf

Valerie smiled at Danny as he sat down in the chair across from her. She was glad they could finally make this work. She no longer needed to work two jobs to help her dad pay rent, not with his new job. So she kept her cashier job at the Nasty Burger and dumped the other one. Now she only had to worry about one job, school, and hunting ghosts.

She remembered that she broke up with him because she didn’t want to put him in danger. She remembered how Phantom targeted her that one day. Well, not her. It was her suit. But he didn’t know that. For all she knew, he was out there trying to murder her that day.

But looking at Danny now was enough to put those worries out of her head. It’s not like the ghosts had an issue with him. It was just her. And his parents. But the ghosts could care less about his parents. They barely paid her any mind. It would be fine. They wouldn’t hurt him.

Ghosts were the last thing she wanted to be thinking about anyway. Especially when she had what she was convinced to be the love of her life sitting right in front of her. Ghosts could wait for the time being.

They were at a nice restaurant. It was nothing fancy, affordable enough for two teenagers. It was better than the Nasty Burger, though. She appreciated it.

A waiter walked up to them. “Hi guys, I’m Clara and I’ll be your server today! Can I get you started off with some drinks?”

“Yeah!” Danny said. “Can I get a Pepsi?”

“You bet!” Clara wrote it down and turned to Valerie. “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll take a Sprite.”

“Okay.” Clara jotted that down as well. “I’ll go get those for you and give you some time to look at the menu.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you.”

“What do you think looks good?” Danny asked shyly. “I’ve never actually been here before.”

“Well, they’ve got a big pasta section. Everyone loves noodles.”

Danny nodded, flipping to a new page in the menu and studying it. “I do love noodles.”

They looked at their menus for a couple minutes, keeping their conversation light. Soon Clara came back with their drinks and took their orders. They continued to talk while they waited for their food.

Valerie laughed. “How did you get Dash to do that? He’d never!”

“He’d never back down from a challenge. It’s all about how you play it up. If you make it sound like he’s a wuss for not doing something he’ll take the bait.”

Then Clara was returning, a tray of food resting on one of her hands. “Here we go! Shrimp and broccoli fettuccine alfredo for you.” She placed the plate down in front of Danny. “And smoked salmon for the lady.”

“Thank you!” Valerie said. “It looks delicious.”

“I hope you enjoy-” Clara cut herself off with a scream, looking up past Valerie. She turned around to see the Lunch Lady ghost floating behind her.

So much for the ghosts waiting.

“Come on!” Danny groaned. “I won’t even get to eat my food!”

“This restaurant will rue the day that it broke healthcode violations!”

Danny made a face up at the ghost. “At least she has a good reason this time I guess?”

“Get down!” Valerie grabbed his shirt from across the table and pulled him down with her so they could hide underneath it. She needed to get Danny out of here so he’d be safe. And so she could transform. She wished he knew her secret, that would make this much easier. Almost everyone else had already ran out of the building by now. There’d be no one else to see.

“Watch out!”

Valerie had been distracted trying to find a way out that she didn’t notice the floating knives pointing at her. She watched as they started flying through the air towards her but then she was being shoved out of the way. She landed on the ground a couple feet away and wrenched her gaze towards the spot Danny had pushed her out of. Had he been hurt?

He stood there, the knives embedded into the wooden floor behind him.

How did he do that? He couldn’t have dodged those.

“Sorry, Valerie.”

What did he need to apologize for? He just saved her! She should be the one apologizing to-

Valerie’s train of thought stopped as two bright rings appeared around his waist.

She watched them split and separate. They traveled along his body, passing over his head and his feet. Left in Danny’s place was Phantom.

He sprung up and started fighting the Lunch Lady. Valerie could only watch in a daze.

The disguise was so perfect. She couldn’t even tell that that wasn’t Danny. How could she not have seen the dangerous ghost that had been sitting right in front of her?

She watched him grab the thermos that now always hung by his waist and trapped the Lunch Lady inside it. He touched back down on the ground. When he turned to face her, Valerie socked him in the face.

“Ow!” Phantom shouted, holding his jaw. “What was that for?”

She activated her suit and transformed. Pulling out a gun, she aimed it at him.

“Where is he?” She asked lowly.

“Where is who?” He looked confused. His facade made her angry.

“Danny Fenton!” She yelled. “What did you do to him? Did you hurt him to get to me?”

“What? No, Valerie. I’m-”

“How long?” She asked. “How long have you been toying with my feelings? Playing this game? Where did the real Danny go?”

“There is no real Danny!” He stood back up and looked at her. “There’s only one! Me! I’ve been Danny and Phantom this whole time!”

She shook her gun at him. “Oh yeah? How do you explain destroying my suit?”

“You weren’t in it.”

“You ruined my life!” She threw her hands into the air. “You’ve made it a living hell! My dad lost his job all because of you! Danny would never do that!”

His hands raised up to his head and grabbed his hair tightly. He looked back at her. “It was an accident! How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Why should I believe anything you say if you’ve been lying to me this whole time anyways?”

Their silence weighed heavily on them. He didn’t say anything to that. He looked away from her.

“Maybe ghosts aren’t the real monsters after all.”

His head shot back up at her quiet words.

“Valerie, wait-”

“No.” She turned away from him. “I need to be alone.”

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The Librarian - Jake Kiszka | Chapter 9

a/n: second time's a charm...sorry, i'm sick of my fics getting buried when there's new content so 🙃 i impulsively deleted the chapter earlier lmao. but anyways...here it is again

word count: ~ 4.5k

The weeks go by, and now, you were finally settled and feeling extremely welcomed in Frankenmuth, having found a job at a publishing company that was located in town. It was a simple job, being the receptionist, but it allowed you to have an idea of what goes on behind the scenes within book publishing.

Everything was going great, especially things with Jake.

Oh…Jake.

He was such a gentleman, just beyond perfect all around. After your first date to the aquarium, you two made it your tradition to have a date every Thursday, whether that was at one of your home’s, a restaurant, or even at the library.

He also wanted to hang out with you any chance he could get. If you were at your house alone, he’d be over and sitting on the couch with you in minutes. If you were talking and mentioned being bored, he would invite you over to his place. He wanted to be with you, he was making it very obvious, and you were overjoyed about that.

With your script finished and the date for early submission slowly approaching, you have been able to spend lots of time with Jake now, and even with Danny and Sam. Josh wasn’t always around much when you were, but it was understandable.

The two twins have sort of reconciled ever since that day, but it was clear that Josh was hurt that a girl he liked chose Jake, and Jake was still very upset over the fact that Josh didn’t see what he was doing wrong until it affected him.

They are back to talking to one another, but things were very clearly strained. You hated that Jake no longer had a good relationship with his twin brother, and with you being the reason, you felt guilty.

One night, a couple weeks after yours and Jake’s first date, they got in an argument over something. Jake called you to calm himself down, as well as vent his frustrations for everything. You, on the other hand, started crying over the fact that you felt like you came between them.

Jake came over as soon as he heard the first sniffle, and held you in his arms as you cried into his chest.

“I want you to know that you were not the one to split us apart,” he whispers into your forehead once your sobs had subsided. “This has been going on for years and I was just so tired of him doing this because you are so special to me.”

“But, but you two haven’t been the same since I told him I liked you.”

“And that’s not your fault, darling. You can’t help who you like, and it’s not your fault that both of us liked you.” You mess with a loose string on the collar of his shirt.

“I hope you liking me isn’t past tense,” you mutter, gazing up at him. He laughs and wipes your tears away with his fingers.

“It’s definitely not past tense. I like you, and again, it’s not your fault. You’re such an amazing girl, it’s hard not to fall for you.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you whisper, snuggling deeper into his chest. He kisses along your hairline and holds you tight to him.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, don’t let my issues with my brother get in the way of you thinking that, okay?”

The holiday season is now here, with Thanksgiving coming and going, and just as Jake promised you, the library was decorated so beautifully for the holidays. It was a Saturday when you two went in after the first day of December, Jake helped the others with decorating everything Wednesday night, so this was the first time you were seeing it.

Jake takes you to your back corner, his own blanket from home in his hands, and you order your usual at the cafe while he searches for a book to read. When you return, you sit beside him, throwing the blanket over your legs, and resting your head on his shoulder.

He had chosen to read a poetry book for some reason, but you didn’t mind. You were just happy to enjoy his presence beside you. Once you finish your croissant, you get a bit more comfortable and lay down, with your head resting on his thighs, and the blanket from his office over your own legs.

He plays with your hair and you close your eyes, listening to the soft, instrumental Christmas music playing through the building. It all felt so cozy and calming, and you couldn’t be more content with the way things were.

“Hm,” Jake hums softly, a grin on his face. Your eyes open to look up at him, noticing that he was still fixated on the book.

“What?” You murmur back. He finally tears his eyes away and gazes down, his smile growing and his teeth showing.

“This is just a really beautiful poem,” he replies. You nod, closing your eyes again as his fingers thread through your hair. You weren’t expecting much, until he clears his throat quietly.

“She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Whcih heaven to gaudy day denies.”

Heat rises up your neck and to your cheeks as he flicks his eyes down at you quickly before going back to the book.

“Should I continue?” He asks, nerves evident in his voice.

“Yeah.” He grins and opens the book back open with his thumb.

“One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven trees,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tint that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace, with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!”

He finishes the poem and there are tears forming in your eyes. Jake’s velvety soft voice reading with passion and…an emotion you couldn’t identify, but it held so much adoration, the exact way that the poet wished for it to be read in.

“Lord Byron has some wonderful poems about romance,” he shyly says, pushing his glasses up, though this time, out of awkwardness. “Even though some believe that he was misogynistic with them.” You giggle and sit up, quickly pecking his lips.

“So you’re into romantic poems now, huh? What got you into that?” Jake laughs with you and leans into you, silently asking for another kiss, which you give him.

“I think it was this really cute girl showing me what true romance is like,” he mumbles against your lips. You feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest at this point.

“Will you read me another one?” You request. Jake nods and starts flipping through the book. You see how shaky his hands have become, and it aches in your chest. He was still so nervous around you sometimes, and it really was the sweetest thing.

When he lands on one, he holds the book in his hand like he was before, so you take advantage and grab his other one. He looks at you and all you do is grin a little to offer him some comfort.

Clearing his throat again, he holds the book up so that his head was raised, and he could see you out of his peripheral vision. You were now sitting straight up, criss crossed right next to him.

“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars aprt

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart).”

He shut the book and within seconds, you throw yourself into his arms, weeping into his shoulder. You were overwhelmed with love, the idea that Jake thought of reading that specific poem to you made you were speechless.

He had mentioned early on that because he never really had much luck with the girls he liked, he wasn’t very experienced when it came to things like dating and being ‘lovey dovey’ and all that. He absolutely had an idea of what it was like, but he never truly got to experience it with someone else.

So for him to just come out and read you a beautiful, tooth-rotting-sweet poem about a lover caring so deeply for his partner, you couldn’t help but fall for Jake even harder.

“Jake, I,” you mutter through tears, sniffling as you raise your head from his shoulder. He chuckles nervously and wipes your tears away with his fingers. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, my love. I read the poem the other day when I had some downtime and, uh, I thought of you within the first few lines.”

“No guy has ever read something so…deep and meaningful to me like that. I just…” More tears fill your eyes but Jake is there to catch them.

“You’re very special to me (Y/N). And I want, and need you, to know that.”

“And I do. Thank you,” you kiss him once more, straddling his lap at this point. It was nothing sexual, you just wanted to be as close to him as you could.

“You mean the world to me, Jake,” you add, whispering against his lips. You tuck a piece of hair that was stuck in front of his glasses back behind his ear, feeling how his hands circle your waist, resting on your hips.

Nothing goes any further, and soon, you are back to laying with your head in his lap, his hands playing with the ends of your hair. You end up dozing off for a bit, and all Jake can do is stare down at you, wondering how in the world he got so lucky.

–

About a week later, Josh invites everyone over to the Kiszka household for the premiere of the film. He even reached out to invite your family, as it was also your film, and since your family had started growing close with the Kiszka’s and Wagner’s.

So, everyone piled into the living room where Josh had the DVD set up on the TV. The parents all stood or sat behind the large couch, where Josie, Ronnie, and your two sisters occupied, with Sam, Josh, Danny, and Warren all on the floor. You and Jake sat side by side on the loveseat, your head resting on his shoulder to get a better view of the TV.

Under the blanket that you two share, he holds your hand in his, something that he wasn’t really comfortable with his family seeing just yet, so he was thankful for the security of the cover he had for now. As the movie plays, Jake kept kissing your forehead every now and then, especially when you’d look up at him after one of his lines.

Thankfully, Josh cut the kiss out of the film, and you were only in it for a split second. After that, you could feel Jake physically relax, knowing that he didn't have to relive that moment again.

The movie finishes and everyone claps, both you and Josh standing up as a way for them to celebrate your accomplishment. You had to admit, it was very incredible to see your script come to life on screen, all thanks to Josh.

“You wanna stay for dinner? My mom has tortilla soup in the crock pot,” Jake offers as everyone disperses.

“That sounds amazing, I’d love to.”

Not long after, Karen announces that dinner is ready. At this point, your family has gone home, having their own plans for dinner, but you follow behind Jake closely into the kitchen as he helps you with your own bowl.

You two return to your seats on the sofa, chatting quietly while eating.

“Um, I was also wondering if you, um, well since today is Friday and neither of us have to work tomorrow, if you’d like to, maybe, uh, spend the night, wi-with me?” His voice was quiet, worried that his family would overhear.

Neither of you have spent the night together yet. Jake made it clear from the beginning that he hasn’t had much experience, so he wanted to take things slow. And you were more than okay with that, giving him the time he needed to move at his own pace and everything.

“I would be very happy to, Jakey,” you whisper back to him. A huge grin breaks out onto his face and he stares down into his bowl of soup.

“I like that nickname,” he mumbles, a blush covering his cheeks. You lean over and kiss his heated cheek before taking another bite of your soup.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you tease, making him hide his face in your shoulder.

After a little while longer of family time, it starts to get really late, and everyone is growing tired. Ronnie had gone to her room, and the Wagner’s went home, Sam going with him to hang out. Josh, still being a little hurt seeing you and Jake, disappeared right after dinner, so it was now just you and Jake on the couch.

“Do you, do you need to take a shower or anything?” Jake asks you once everyone was gone.

“I took one before coming over. But I do need something warmer to sleep in, if that’s alright?” Jake nods and stands, reaching out for your hand. You gladly take it and he brings you up to his room.

You’ve seen his room before, both on FaceTime and being here, so it was nothing new. But with never having slept in his bed before, this was taking your casual dating stage a step forward.

Jake rummages around his closet for something, and lands on a plain black pull over.

“Um, it usually gets pretty cold in my room at night, so I keep this handy, and you have sweats, so is that good?” He was beyond timid at the moment. He wanted you to be comfortable and welcomed, and you made sure that he knew you were.

“This is perfect. I’m gonna go change.”

When you return, Jake was laying in bed, his own pullover covering his body instead of the t-shirt he was wearing earlier.

“So how cold does your room get?” You wonder, taking a seat next to him after discarding your shirt on the floor. Jake pulls his comforter back to reveal a rather thick cover thrown over his body. You crawl with him underneath it, and instantly, you feel the warmth from his body being under it already.

“It can get pretty cold, but this blanket should help us.”

Jake sits up against the headboard and you, watching as he yawns, decide to do something a bit bold. As Jake lifts himself up to reach over and turn his bedside light off, you stop him, bringing his shoulder back so he could face you.

A questioning look appears on his face, but that quickly drops when you reach forward and gently remove his glasses from his face. You are careful to make sure that there’s no hair that’s going to be pulled, and you slowly close them.

You lean across Jake and set them on his bedside table, leaving a kiss upon his cheek when you move back to your spot. His skin was bright pink, not having any clue what just happened. But you settling down on your side under the covers brings him back down to earth.

He turns the light off and slides to lay down on his side facing you. Cautiously as ever, he rests his hands on your waist and brings you closer to him. You curl into him, placing your hand on his chest and your forehead on his shoulder.

Neither of you say anything, just the sound of your breathing fills the room. Jake wants to break the silence, but when he looks down and sees that you are asleep, he just smiles and kisses your forehead, snuggling you closer.

JAKE’S POV:

The harsh blinding sun of the morning filters in through the curtains covering the window. As I slowly open my eyes, I realize that (Y/N) is still in my arms, but now, she’s facing away from me, her back pressed against my front.

I raise myself up a bit to look over and see that she’s still fast asleep, so I take a moment to admire her. The way her eyelashes rest against her cheek, how her lips are slightly parted, soft breaths passing through them. Her hair was splayed out against the pillow, still appearing so perfect since last night.

I shut my eyes for a moment again and just focus on the feel of her in my arms. The warmth coming from her body, our legs intertwined, how soft my pullover felt under my touch, the way her chest was slowly rising and falling with every shallow breath, and how I could feel it every time.

Her phone was laying in her hand, telling me that she had been awake before falling back asleep. Deciding to wake her, I move my body slightly and kiss her cheek as gently as ever. She stirs slightly and inhales sharply, rolling over to face me. However, she was still asleep, though her phone was forgotten on the bed.

“Darling,” I whisper, caressing her cheek with my fingertip. This time, her eyes flutter open, and she stares up at me. My heart races in my chest, and I just hope that she can’t feel it under my pullover.

“Morning,” she whispers back, a tired grin gracing her face. She lets out a yawn and then curls into me, her arms circling my torso. Her cold hands make their way under my top, and I freeze, literally and figuratively.

This all felt so…natural, yet I was so scared. As natural as it felt, it was new territory, and it was kind of terrifying, knowing how strongly I felt for her, and now she’s here, beside me, waking up, entwined with my limbs, her hands underneath my top on my back.

“Morning. Did you already wake up?” I ask, continuing to stroke her cheek.

“Yeah, I uh, I submitted my script and then fell back asleep,” she announces. Immediately, I shoot up, looking down at her in wonder.

“You did?” She giggles and follows me, though a little weary because she was still half asleep. However, I have sudden burst of energy, knowing that all of her hard work has finally paid off.

“I did. So all of my attention is on you now.” I tackle her back down and pepper kisses all over her face. Her laugh rings out in the quiet room, a sound I’ve grown to love so much; I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I mumble against her lips once we settle down a bit. I was hovering over her, my hands on either side of her head. She grasps the sides of my neck, her thumbs softly rubbing back and forth along the areas she could reach, sending tingles down my spine.

“I wouldn’t have been able to get it done without you, in all honesty,” she tells me. “Bringing me snacks when I didn’t take breaks, forcing me to take said breaks, helping me get my mind off of it for a few days, allowing me space to work and everything, I’m so thankful for you, Jakey.”

A blush rises up my neck and I lean down to capture her lips with mine in a sweet, deep kiss. She hums happily into my mouth, her eyes closed on contentment.

“I can’t wait to see where you place,” I tell her after parting from her.

“If I place,” she grumbles.

“When. When you do.” She just smiles and brings me down for another kiss, her hands tangling in the hair at the back of my neck.

“Do you wanna go to the winter lights walk-through tonight?” She asks. I fall beside her, pulling her back into my arms, her head falling onto my chest with her hair tickling my jawline and chin.

“I’d love to. And, you deserve a nice date night to celebrate your accomplishment.”

YOUR POV:

Later that night, you and Jake walk hand in hand along the concrete path surrounded by flickering Christmas lights, strung up in trees and placed all over the park, some in designs of things like Santa, penguins, lyrics and words, anything winter or holiday-related.

There wasn’t that many people here tonight, even though it was a Saturday night, it was cold and rainy, weather that not many people wanted to be out in. But you found this as a great opportunity to spend some time alone with Jake.

Both of you were bundled up as best as you could be; multiple layers of shirts, thick beanies, a pair of sweats over your jeans, scarves around your necks, and thick gloves. Thankfully, you weren’t very bothered by the weather right now. Jake had a huge smile on his face the whole way through, telling you that he was excited to just spend time with you.

“So, this is usually the same every year, and one year, when we were doing the carriage ride, Josh, I think we were like six at the time, saw that elf,” Jake points to an outline of an elf bending over to pick a jack-in-the-box toy up, “and he loudly screamed about how funny it was that his butt was sticking out.”

You let out a laugh and Jake admires you, continuing to walk on, chuckling when your forehead hits his arm as you were coming down from your fit of laughter.

“Josh was certainly…a character,” you finally say, having caught your breath.

“Oh yeah,” Jake replies. “Absolutely.”

You come up to a tunnel of lights, all blinking different colors, before changing to all blue, then all red, following with green, then to white, and finally back to the deep blue. Pausing to take in the sight and the atmosphere of being under them, you gaze around, spinning, and Jake stays put near the entrance of it.

He watches you in awe, wondering how he got so lucky to have met you. Shoving his hands in his pockets, not so gracefully due to the thickness of his gloves, he makes his way over to you, stopping in front of you. He goes to open his mouth and say something, but he just sighs softly and he shuts it. Walking closer to him, you drink in the sight stood in front of you.

His nose was turning pink due to the wind nipping at it, uncovered from his scarf. His cheeks were a similar color, but that was something you were used to, with his constant blushing. The frames of his black glasses sat perfectly on his perfect, cute nose, some condensation from the mist falling from the sky coating the lenses.

Gently, just like last night, you take his glasses off and wipe them clean on the inside of your lined coat pocket. Once they were cleared, you carefully guide them back onto his face, and he just grins at you.

“Can I…um,” you begin, pausing to collect your thoughts, “you know what, I’m just gonna come out and say it.” His eyebrows furrow together as you grab his gloved hands. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

Jake’s eyes blow wide, in surprise of what was happening right now. Of course he wanted to be your boyfriend, but he was so scared of asking. He had never done so, and, overall, he figured you two were already on that path, and the label was just a given.

“Really?” He gasps, the color of his cheeks darkening to a deep pink. “I-I um…”

“I’m so sorry if that is weird to ask, but I…I really like you, Jake and I want to be-” He cuts you off with a kiss, dropping your hands to cup your cheeks. You melt into his touch as his lips move against yours, reassuring you silently that he wanted this as much as you did.

“I would love to be your boyfriend,” he whispers into your lips, his warm breath heating your face up a touch from the freezing wind that had picked up in that moment. “I’m sorry, I just, I got, uh, a little nervous. I’ve never had anyone ask me that.”

“I didn’t know if or when you were going to ask, and I really just wanted to get it over with,” you respond. Jake giggles and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I was actually going to ask a couple minutes ago, but I got scared,” he admits. “I want you to be my girlfriend as well, and I figured we were already in that phase, but it’s good knowing that the label is now officially there.”

“Me too,” you smile up at him. Your arms wrap around his body and you snuggle your face into his scarf, inhaling his usual scent of old books and his favorite cologne. The scent has become so comforting, one that you longed for whenever you were away from him. It felt like home, and that’s when you started to realize that Jake means a lot more to you than you were expecting.

“You make me so happy,” he whispers, swaying you from side to side, his own arms circling you to keep you close to him. “And I’m also glad you were the one to ask because I was scared shitless and we would’ve just gone on for so long as just casually dating.”

You break out into laughter and raise your head from his body.

“I’m thankful I was too. I couldn’t take just being a casual date anymore. I care for you so much, I want you to be mine.” Jake pulls back from you for a bit and gazes right into your eyes, and with a small grin, he begins reciting a poem.

“I am yours as the summer air at evening is

Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,

As the snowcap gleams with light

Lent it by the brimming moon.

Without you I’d be an unleaded tree

Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.

Your love is the weather of my being.

What is an island without the sea?”

—

final a/n: the poems are not mine:

first poem: "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron

second poem: "[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]" by E.E. Cummings

third poem: "Yours" by Daniel Hoffman

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Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part IX

Read previous parts here or read on Ao3

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~5000

Warnings: vampire stuff, sexy time [rimming, anal fingering, anal sex]

This was a fun one ;)

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A week later, Sam still hadn’t been able to shake the possible threat out of his head. “Threat” may have been dramatic, but that’s what it felt like to him–finally, after all this time, Danny had been secure enough to strengthen their bond, to make them both whole and tethered together forever, and now Sam felt all of that was tainted. The mere possibility of the twins–or just Jake, whatever, it didn’t matter–knowing felt wrong. It was a never-ending itch on his skin, made worse when he stepped downstairs, still groggy from a slightly restless night, and saw Jake lounging on the couch with a copy of Dracula in front of his face.

Sam stopped in the hallway, staring at this image in the living room before him. It was so obvious, so on the nose, that to him, there was no way it wasn’t a signal–an antagonistic, diabolical signal. His grogginess quickly turned into heart-pounding, blood-heating edginess and he stayed there for a few seconds, feeling both incredibly compelled to move and frozen in place. Seriously, why couldn’t anything ever be easy?

“What?” Jake asked, locking eyes with his younger brother who was still staring at him.

Sam inhaled a shallow breath and forced his hands to relax at his sides. “You’ve read that before.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “So?”

“So why are you reading it again?” Sam asked, knowing he should just leave it alone. If it was purely a coincidence, he’d have to explain why he was being so goddamn weird instead of just going to the kitchen to make coffee like usual. But, unfortunately, no real part of him believed it was a coincidence.

Jake gave Sam weary and innocent eyes. “I like it. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”

Sam scoffed softly and turned on his heel as he grumbled, “You’re a dick.” He half-hoped that Jake hadn’t heard, but his brother scoffed in return–loudly–and Sam knew he’d dug himself a bit of a hole. It was a good thing Jake didn’t follow him into the kitchen though, because he wasn’t sure how to get out of it. Not right now, foggy and pissed off without solid reason, insecurities unraveling like ribbons.

Would it really be terrible if Jake did suspect something? If he actually knew? Sam asked himself these sorts of questions while he started the process of brewing his coffee and came to the same answer each time–yes, it would be bad. Maybe Danny wouldn’t mind–eventually. It wasn’t a matter of trust. The twins could keep a secret when they needed to and what would the point be in telling anyone else about Danny anyway? There wasn’t one. That wasn’t the issue. It was too soon, that was the issue. Sam had just gotten what he wanted and Jake was shoving his nose into their business, too perceptive and curious for his own good, ruining the sanctity of Sam’s own desires and what he had with only Danny.

Typical, he thought while he poured his mug full, the steam rising into his face. So typical that something–someone, his own brother!--would come along and create a problem. It didn’t even make him feel better that, last he checked, Danny wasn’t actually very worried about this. That made Sam feel even more on edge about it. Why wouldn’t Danny be worried? What if his lack of worry meant he felt it’d be easier to, if he wanted to, if the twins wanted to–

No. Sam shook that thought away. Not going there.

He went out back with his coffee to sit on the deck, contemplative and unsteady enough that not even the cool yet slightly balmy spring morning air could soothe him. But the text when he finally checked his phone, reclining beneath the rustling leaves and blinking sunlight, did:

Good morning, beautiful

It was Danny’s usual text, which never failed to make Sam smile. With that, everything seemed a little less scary. A little easier.

Good morning, handsome. Am I seeing you today?

With that, just a few moments later, Danny, ever old-fashioned, gave Sam a call.

“Yes, you’re definitely seeing me today,” Danny immediately told him, and Sam smiled again, looking up at the sky.

“Good. I really need to,” he told his boyfriend, taking a sip of the coffee that was still too hot, cursing as he burned his tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

“This coffee is too fucking hot,” Sam explained, then sighed, shoving the mug aside. “But that’s not all. Do you know what Jake is reading right now?”

“What?”

“Fucking Dracula!”

Danny actually laughed. “No kidding? I mean, Sammy–could just be a coincidence. You said Jake is a big reader and Dracula is a classic. I’ve read it too.”

“Before or after you became a vampire?” Sam asked, keeping his voice low, not trusting that his nosy brothers never listened to his calls.

“After.”

“You’re missing the point,” Sam said, waving his hand as wildly as his mind was working. “You said it yourself that it seems like Jake knows. Or knows something. Maybe has a theory–”

“Yeah, and it freaked me out. It still kind of does. But until he–or Josh–says something definitive, I’m really trying not to worry about it. I don’t think either of them would tell anyone else–do you?”

Sam sighed again, shoulders drooping. “No. But that’s also not the point.”

“So tell me,” Danny said, voice so soft that Sam’s soul was soothed just a little once again. “What’s the point?”

“Well,” Sam began, chewing his lip, reaching for the coffee again. “I think it’d be great if your family knew. If you ever wanted to tell them, I think it’d be cathartic for you. But beyond that, I like that it’s just you and me. It’s our secret now, not just yours.”

“You don’t want your brothers involved.”

“No.” Sam glanced back at the house, where it was still quiet and no one seemed to be invading his privacy, and tried to keep the other thoughts to himself. Those weren’t insecurities worth voicing aloud, because those insecurities would never become reality.

“That’s okay. I get it. But we can’t stop them from being curious and figuring it out on their own, right?”

“I guess,” Sam grumbled.

Danny chuckled. “Jake seems like the sort of person who’d be into vampires. It’s harmless.”

Was it? That phrasing echoed in Sam’s mind–Jake being into vampires. Well, Sam was the only person on earth who was allowed to be into Danny. “It better fuckin’ be,” Sam said, his own voice harsher than he’d intended. He took his first successful drink and let his body grow warm from the coffee and the morning sunlight. “So what do you wanna do today, my sexy vampire man?”

–

Of course Sam didn’t want Danny hanging out at the Kiszka house. Certainly not when Jake was apparently showing off his copy of Dracula like a taunt, at least according to Sam. Danny was okay with that–his apartment felt a lot less bleak when Sam was inside it. He envied that the Kiszkas had an actual house to themselves, rented or not–renting a one-bedroom apartment that he hadn’t cared much about to begin with paled in comparison. Though as time went on with Sam and the more Sam came over, Danny found himself changing things here and there–he got a new set of sheets of deep indigo thread and a somewhat matching throw pillow to prop up against his more ordinary pillows. He hung framed pictures and artwork that had been stuck on the floor since he’d moved in, and he swapped out the ancient beanbag chair from his childhood for a much cooler, much more comfortable cushioned chair that Sam liked to curl into when Danny was doing laundry or doing the dishes or whatever. That was a beautiful part of their relationship, he thought–just hanging out. It felt so couple-y, so domestic. He loved it. He loved looking over and seeing Sam reading or on his phone or flipping through Netflix like he was just meant to be there doing just that, because he was.

Nevertheless, the ripple through his belly when he thought about Jake figuring him out wasn’t just nerves and fear–it was excitement, too. Danny felt a little guilty about that as well, like it was wrong for some small part of himself to actually want someone–Jake or Josh, it didn’t matter which–to discover his secret. He understood why Sam wanted to keep it between the two of them. Danny did too, ultimately, so he couldn’t understand the opposition simmering in his belly. What was to gain from Jake knowing? From Josh knowing in turn? Nothing, as far as he could tell, except maybe it was exciting because, unlike the people Danny fed on, the twins wouldn’t be afraid of him. They’d be curious, interested, so intrigued instead of so terrified, horrified. Sam would be enraged though, Danny knew that, the jealous streak inside him was so fierce and unrelenting. That was always flattering, but also nerve-wracking.

Clouds drifting across the sky brought a curtain of rain that kept Danny and Sam inside on their Sunday; Sam had the foresight to bring his bass along, so jamming together with the drumbeat of raindrops on the windows filled their afternoon. Sam was an excellent musical partner–the way they just went together was exemplary in how they played, how their minds worked, and Danny loved watching Sam’s facial expressions while he plucked that bass more than nearly anything else. The only thing that may have superseded that vision was when Sam was beneath him, writhing and moaning, which is the exact position Danny got him in when the rain wouldn’t let up and the bass faces became too much to handle.

“Mm,” Sam hummed against Danny’s mouth, blissed out just from those gentle yet urgent kisses. Danny was so good at treating him like a treasure that he couldn’t wait to unearth. “What got you so frisky?”

Danny’s hands wandered beneath Sam’s shirt, fingers skimming sharp hip bones and the flat abdomen. “Watching you play. You know what that pretty face does to me.”

Sam laughed, tilting his head back; Danny’s mouth found the way there, kissing his throat. “I never think about it in the moment,” Sam told him, his own hands exploring the broad plane of Danny’s shoulders and upper back. “I’m so focused when we play together. I don’t even know what my face looks like.”

“I can’t even describe it,” Danny said, sniffing Sam’s hair that was fanned out against his pillows. “I’ll hold up a mirror next time.”

Another laugh from Sam. “You look even more focused than I feel when you play.” When Danny inhaled deeply, nose pressed right below his ear, he said, “I bet you’re hungry. It’s been a week.”

It was true. It’d been a week surviving off the small mouthful Danny had allowed himself during Sam’s birthday weekend, nothing from anyone else, and he was very hungry. Sam’s scent floated through his nose, his head, his body, fluidly until his mouth was watering; he could feel Sam’s pulse beneath his lips when he kissed back down his neck and the heat of the blood beneath his skin like a siren song.

“I know. God, I really want to, Sam,” Danny said softly, bringing their lips together again to try and smother the desire.

Sam held him close, kissing him back for a minute before he tugged on Danny’s hair to break apart. “So do it,” he said, hooking one leg around Danny’s hips. “I want you to.”

Today, Danny wasn’t in the position to fight back very much. Not after the hunger–the thirst, whatever it was–expanded to fill his entire body and not after watching Sam on that bass. Not after he recalled those words from months prior, when Sam told him he could be the rain Danny needed so desperately, just like the April showers that were coming down around them.

“I will,” Danny said, and the smile on Sam’s face was all the affirmation he needed. He touched the healing patch on Sam’s neck, still a little warm but not as grisly as it had been a few days ago. “But I can’t bite your neck again.”

“So where?” Sam asked, rubbing his hips up against Danny’s.

“Your thigh?” Danny proposed, shifting off Sam and to the side, sitting next to him. He lifted Sam’s shirt a little to stroke his tummy, looking down as his boyfriend spread his legs.

“That’s hot,” Sam said, lifting his hips again so he could get his pants off, eager as always. Danny smiled and helped him out, pulling at the hems and yanking them off so Sam could get his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Sam sat up and moved forward on his knees to get his hands back on Danny, tugging his shirt up and over his head, diving down to kiss his chest, to lick through the patch of hair on his sternum.

Danny closed his eyes and let himself get lost in Sam’s touches and kisses until his boyfriend laid back down and pulled him right on top with a bright giggle. Danny gave a playful nip to his cheek, then asked, “Do you think it will hurt more or less?”

“Less,” Sam said, undoing the fly of Danny’s jeans. He slid his hand past the loosened denim, cupping his bulge. “My thighs aren’t as sensitive.”

Danny smirked. “I don’t know if that’s true.”

Sam gave a slap to the inside of his own leg. “Get down there and test it out.”

Danny followed the other, kneeling between Sam’s spread legs. His hands roamed up the thin, soft thighs, giving the fleshiest parts a squeeze; Sam reached down and started to stroke himself through his underwear, watching intently, and Danny felt the surge of need and determination once again. The need to feast as much as he safely could and the determination to draw that line of safety and stick to it. When he looked back up into Sam’s eyes, he knew it wasn’t a problem anymore. He was so lovesick, his heart would never allow him to go over the edge.

“Put a pillow under your hips,” he instructed, and Sam instantly obliged, wiggling the pillow beneath himself so Danny had some leverage. Danny lowered himself and pressed a trail of tender kisses up the one long leg from his ankle to the crease in his thigh, the very same spot he was practically drooling over. Sam was breathing hard above him, still idly toying with his covered package that Danny could see was already rock solid. Another soft, lingering kiss to his leg before Danny asked, “Are you ready?”

“Always, baby,” Sam affirmed, giving him a light kick.

Danny grabbed that bony ankle and held that leg down while he spread the other wider, hunkering back down between them. He closed his eyes again to breathe in deeply, his nose grazing Sam’s cotton-covered male appendage; Sam shuddered and gasped softly, moving his hand aside, but Danny was too focused on his first task to linger there. The tip of his nose journeyed to the side and down a bit, then he was pressing his face right into the plush flesh of that soft inner thigh, so wildly tempting.

In the two other times Danny had satiated himself with Sam, Sam had never been able to actually see him in action. Not his face, and watching the gentle fluttering of his eyelashes as if Danny was entering pure intoxication, the subtle knitting of his brow, the clench of his hand around his thigh, all of it just made Sam even harder. So turned on that he didn’t even really feel the pain of the bite this time–he was fixated on the movement of Danny’s jaw and lips, the tight suction of them around his skin, and the very brief flash of fangs that set everything in motion. Sam’s chest tightened and his hands balled into fists in the sheets, his legs trembling as Danny sucked and slurped.

“Fuck, Danny,” he breathed, his chest growing tighter and a rushing wave of heat warming his body when Danny’s bright, beautiful eyes met his. There was so much he wanted to say, but all he could manage was, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Danny actually managed a wink response while he sucked gently and carefully–a few more seconds was all he needed, all he really needed and then he’d be good for a while with how phenomenal Sam tasted, with how full he really did make him feel. The hot, salty but also slightly sweet, rich blood ran down his throat and warmed him from the inside out, and made him feel satiated in a way no food ever did. And Danny really did love to eat. It was just that nothing was as good as Sam.

“Goddamn,” he said roughly, blood slick on his tongue and lips and a little dribble running down his chin when he popped off. He just needed a second of clear air and to see Sam’s wide, entranced eyes, then he dipped back down to lick that bite clean and seal the wound.

Sam felt a little dizzy, but not from the small amount of blood loss–no, he was dizzy from how wild and gorgeous Danny looked with the blood on his mouth and chin and the glow that his skin shined with, the fantastical allure in his eyes when they looked at each other again. He grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled Danny onto his back, climbing on top and dropping down like a bolt of lightning to kiss him hard and fierce, licking the blood away. Strong hands grabbed Sam’s ass, squeezing, and Danny moaned into his boyfriend’s mouth as Sam started to ride him just like that, in his underwear while Danny was still in his open jeans.

Feeling quite frenzied himself, Danny scrambled to get his pants off without tossing Sam off; Sam helped, lifting himself enough to yank those pesky jeans down, then the boxers, then Danny was reciprocating by getting Sam’s underwear off. With a sigh of relief, Sam sank back down with hands on Danny’s chest and their cocks rubbing together with the gentler back and forth of his hips, Danny’s hands returning to his ass, fingers skimming between his cheeks.

“How’s your thigh?” he asked, looking down at the fresh red skin, the inevitable growing bruise. Despite drinking from there longer, it didn’t look as scary as Sam’s neck had–more cushioning, Danny supposed.

“It’s fine,” Sam said, bending down to lick the last bit of leftover blood away from Danny’s bottom lip. He arched his back, looking into Danny’s eyes while he squeezed his pecs: “We need lube.”

Danny pressed a kiss just beneath Sam’s chin. “Yes we do. Are you gonna get it?”

As soon as Sam did get it, the bottle in his hand, Danny pounced up from the bed and snatched him around the waist. Surprised and inadvertently being tickled on his stomach, Sam burst into laughter as Danny manhandled him back on top of the mattress on all fours; he let out a quiet grunt when a firm hand was placed on his back to push him down, propping his hips up and his face down against the bed.

“This is good,” Danny said, squirting lube into his palm and stroking himself, taking in the sight of Sam in his face down, ass up position. Good for obvious reasons, but also because the position prevented him from seeing what he’d done to Sam’s thigh, though he didn’t feel the same horrible guilt he normally did–he actually felt more relief than anything. But still having to see the damage–because really, that’s what it was–so up close and personal each time made him apt to tumble into another dark place. Not now, he concluded while he ran his hands down Sam’s sides, not today.

Ever impatient, Sam wiggled his hips and tried to shove himself back. He let out a deep breath of his own relief when Danny’s hands squeezed him once before sliding down, one spreading him open while the other slid down further to hold his unscathed thigh. Danny’s tongue licked up through his crack and Sam’s own voice cracked while he cursed, rubbing his face against the sheets that smelled just like Danny. Just like the both of them, and even just that made Sam’s dick twitch, then twitch again as Danny’s fingers dug into his thigh and that devilish tongue dug into his ass.

Danny jerked himself off slowly while eating Sam out. He could hear his own sounds–slurps and grunts, soft moans and growls, all similar to when he was drinking from him–weave with Sam’s increasingly loud ones, growing louder still when he reached down to stroke himself too. Danny gave a quick, shallow nip to Sam’s ass before he yanked his wrist away and took the over, ignoring his own erection for Sam’s, diving back in and getting him wet.

Sam’s back arched even more to shove himself back into Danny’s face. “Yeah, god, yeah,” he panted, eyes squeezing shut while his hands gripped the sheets even tighter. “Jerk me off like that, Danny–get me wet–” His body was coming to life in a way only Danny ever could do–every inch of his skin tingling so fiercely that Sam’s hard-on wasn’t even the focal point. It was everything all at once, from Danny’s caring yet demanding hold on him to the ball of tension coiling in his belly with every touch.

The sudden release of his cock and the slide of wet, cold fingers inside him made Sam grimace, hissing slightly through his teeth. Danny rubbed the small of his back gently, lovingly, while those fingers flexed minutely inside of him. “That’s it, Sammy,” he said when Sam reached for his neglected erection. Danny’s voice barely above a whisper, blinking through a bout of dizziness from just how turned on he was: “Touch yourself for me.”

Of course, Sam did–long, tight strokes over his cock that got even better when Danny nudged the bottle of lube closer, allowing Sam to steal a bit for himself. He groaned in ecstasy at the extra slick slide while Danny’s fingers pumped in and out of him, each give and take a bit faster as he felt Sam’s body get more and more relaxed.

“Come on, big boy,” Sam said with his cheek pressed against his own forearm. “I’m ready for you.”

“Are you sure?” Danny asked, making another slow thrust with his fingers. Satiated and, for once, not so uneasy about that, he felt more playful than usual; watching Sam squirm and hearing him huff with impatience egged him on. He pet his fingers over the shallow dip in Sam’s lower back some more, feeling his muscles twitch beneath his touch. “You’re just so tight. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Sam laughed. “Whose ego are you stroking more now? Mine or yours?”

But Danny wasn’t going to play along that way so quickly–he was so easy for Sam to tease. He wanted to get Sam so riled up that he started really begging and pleading. He wanted those words to drip from that pretty mouth like honey and weave melodies in Danny’s ears.

“You really are tight, baby,” he went on, curling his fingers and pressing them just right, right in the spot that made Sam tremble and helplessly cry out. Danny’s own cock twitched, waiting and aching, but he brought his free hand down to the tender, freshly bitten spot on Sam’s thigh instead, stroking the skin with one fingertip. “So delicate. Sometimes I worry I’m just gonna fucking break you.”

What Sam thought was, Even if you could, you wouldn’t, but what came out of his mouth wasn’t even a single word, but a ragged, desperate, whiny moan. He had to stop jerking himself off with Danny repeatedly tormenting his prostate, making him too close to coming. He wanted to be full of Danny’s cock when that happened.

Danny eased up a bit, pulling back from Sam’s most sensitive little spot. “Why’d you stop touching yourself?”

“You know why,” Sam bit out, propping himself up on his hands. He was going to leave it at that, but then he felt Danny’s teeth digging into his ass; through shaky breaths, he added, “Don’t wanna come yet.”

“I don’t want you to either,” Danny said, pulling his fingers out to line his cock up with Sam’s wet hole instead, one hand on a slightly shaky, bird-boned shoulder while he shoved his hips forward and sank in, making both of them sigh and groan. Once he was to the hilt, Danny wrapped his arms around Sam’s chest and slowly laid him down flat, covering the length of his body with his own. He loved being close to Sam any which way, but this way was most definitely his absolute favorite.

Sam buried his face into the mattress, muffling his own sounds as Danny’s thrusts became steadier, but Danny laced his fingers through his hair, urging his head to the side. “I wanna hear you,” he said, pressing his lips to his temple. “You make the sweetest, sexiest sounds.”

Sam had never known he was such a sucker for praise until Danny came along. He panted while Danny kissed his hairline, his cheek, back up to his brow. “I do?”

A soft chuckle that made Sam’s stomach tingle. “Yeah, you do. Let it all out,” Danny encouraged, moving his hips against Sam’s ass, pushing himself deeper with each tension and release of his muscles. Sam was so warm around him and beneath him; he closed his eyes and sighed, once again whisked away by his beautiful partner.

Sam groaned and bucked his hips as best he could against the bed; Danny moving faster, fucking into him a little harder, was helping him get the friction he needed. But he wanted something else, something that he knew would make him come instantly. “Bite me,” he said, extending an arm back to grope for Danny’s hair, to tug on it and show that he was serious.

Even with that, Danny still asked breathlessly, “What?”

Sam roped his fingers into Danny’s curls. “Please–just one more time.”

Still thrusting into him, Danny wasn’t even going to bother asking if Sam was actually sure. No doubt he was. And again, Danny felt an assuring swirl of bliss knowing that he wouldn’t go overboard. He shook his head to get out of Sam’s hold and looked at the delicate sloping shoulders and the sharp planes of shoulder blades beneath them; he wouldn’t bite Sam’s neck again, of course, but anywhere else was almost fair game, especially when every inch of Sam’s body was sumptuous and tempting.

He nuzzled his face into Sam’s nape, sniffing his hair, his skin, his sweat; Sam whined, cock aching and trapped against the bed. Danny kissed down the curve of one shoulder then down a bit more, nudging his nose between Sam’s tricep and chest, the tip of his nose brushing through armpit hair. That was the spot, Danny felt, where Sam’s natural scent, his organic allure, came through the most strongly. His hips had slowed down while he explored but when he actually sank his teeth into that small spot against Sam’s ribcage, the immediate rush of blood on his tongue again made him spur onward, fucking Sam so hard that the bed began to thunder against the wall.

Sam gasped at the initial breaking of his skin–it never ceased to amaze him how sharp Danny’s teeth really were, even just in appearance. Feeling them was entirely different though and he leaned into the pain, arching his back, then he was forced back down as Danny rutted against him over and over. When Danny moaned as he slurped for a couple seconds, Sam cried out and felt the orgasm that had been building rupture, his cock twitching and spurting into the sheets beneath his body.

With a growl, Danny sucked hard for one last second, then made long, slow swipes of his tongue over the bite. He closed his eyes and held Sam close, one arm around his neck and the other caressing his side; Sam’s name rang in his head over and over while the physical release unraveled. When he did actually come, he moaned Sam’s name freely in his boyfriend’s ear, huffing and quickly spreading kisses all over his face. The last one pressed to Sam’s eyebrow made him giggle; Danny laughed a little too and disconnected them, though he was quick to roll onto his side and take Sam with him, spooning them back together.

“My delicious, sweet, sexy man,” Danny said, the affection in those words giving Sam goosebumps. Danny traced one finger around the faded bite mark on his ribcage, over the blotch of red and lavender he’d created. “I am so totally smitten with you.”

Sam could never get enough of the afterglow with Danny–so sweet and adoring he was. “I’m obsessed with you,” he told Danny, not even joking in the slightest. The bite on his ribcage burned a little; the bite on his thigh was a dull throb. All of it made him feel even more loved. He sighed and pressed his cheek into Danny’s wrist as he said, “Now I’m hungry.”

“Me too. For actual food.” Danny gave a lingering kiss to Sam’s shoulder before he got up, stretching. “I’ll make us something.”

“Wait,” Sam said, crawling across the bed to grab his hand. “Shower with me first. I’m a mess.”

Danny ruffled his fingers through Sam’s hair, gazing at his face. “A hot mess–but in the best way.”

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searching for the severed tether (let me return)

title: searching for the severed tether (let me return)

words: 9893

summary: Danny’s core won’t stop hurting and he isn’t entirely sure why - is it just exhaustion? Something else? He would quite like for it to stop hurting, instead the pain’s getting worse.

Meanwhile, Jazz gets called for an assembly.

And then it all goes to hell in a hand basket.

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE/DISSECTION

AO3

It was times like this when Danny really, really wished the only other true halfa in existence wasn’t a damn fruitloop.

Danny rubbed a hand against his chest as his core spasmed again, a small sound of pain escaping him. His core outright hurt.

“Dude, are you sure you’re okay?” Tucker asked beside him, placing his hand on Danny’s shoulder as the halfa tucked in slightly on himself, instinctually trying to protect his core despite there being no external threat right now.

“Yeah, I think I just tried to overexert the duplicate last night and my core is just being whiny about it.” Danny said, trying to draw in a deep, calming breath. When his core got even angrier at that, though, he decided that - since breathing was optional anyway - he was just going to… not breathe. Not until his core stopped sending shocks throughout his entire body with every convulsion.

“I don’t know, Danny. Something seems wrong. What happened, again?” Sam said, frowning as Danny leaned against his locker, trying to pull himself together before first period started. Figures, the day he’s actually on time, he’s in a weird type of pain. Sure, he’d been in pain before - and come to school with varying degrees of would-be-fatal injuries more times than he could count - but his core had never done this.

“I’m not fully sure,” Danny answered. “I haven’t had any issues with duplication since I got the hang of it a few months ago. There was a low level ghost last night and I decided to practice letting the duplicate handle it. It was just a small animal ghost. Me number two trapped it and came home and dumped it in the Zone. I think.”

“You think?” Sam said.

Danny shrugged. “I don’t actually remember what happened once the duplicate got home. It’s just… blackness. I felt some pain and then the, uh, I don’t know, the feed from the duplicate cut out? But the Thermos was in the lab when I went to check it in the morning and it was empty.”

“Are you positive the duplicate returned?”

“That’s the only thing that could cause me to lose access to the duplicate’s eyes and ears. I either can sense them or they’ve been snapped back to me. It’s happened before, in fights.”

Sam frowned at him. “Something’s up, Danny, and I don’t like it. Let us know if it gets worse, okay?”

“Of course.” Danny lied. In all honesty, it had been steadily getting worse since he lost the duplicate, but there was no use worrying them. He’d just overextended a power he still only had minor control over and his core was fatigued or something.

After all, what else could cause him to lose the duplicate’s input? Duplicates were a part of him - he saw through a duplicate’s eyes right alongside his own, in his mind. He felt his reactions transmit through to the duplicates. As far as he could tell, the duplicates he created had no mind of their own - it was just… hard to explain to anyone who wasn’t a ghost. It was still one body, one mind, that reacted and thought, just multiple instances of the same body doing so and there still being one main body?

It wasn’t worth trying to explain, they couldn’t understand. He barely did. But he knew it - if he couldn’t feel the duplicate, it no longer existed. He’d tested that.

Another spasm flared in his core and he gritted his teeth, swallowing the grunt of pain that tried to spill from him. He didn’t want his friends to worry for him. He’d survived worse - he was fairly certain of that. Even if he didn’t exactly know what he was suffering from. Surely, it was just exhaustion and overexertion. The duplicate hadn’t even been harmed - he always got the damage his duplicates sustained when they faded and snapped back to him and he was injury free.

What else could it be, then, other than pushing himself too far? Clearly, he was fine.

The alarm indicating five minutes until the first bell rang overhead and Danny forced himself to stop leaning against the locker, holding his weight with his own two feet. Apparently even that was too much energy for his tired core - it sent another convulsion, but he managed to hide it as well. Pain happened in waves, sometimes. This, while the source and type of pain was different, was still a pain he knew.

They set off towards their first class, English with Mr. Lancer, and Danny tried to force the conversion to a more normal topic - namely, homework, which he had not done.

That was one of the reasons he was pushing his duplication so hard. He needed to be in two places at once if he was ever going to manage satisfying his ghostly Need to protect Amity Park and the human desire to pass high school. Until he got it down pat, Need would always overwhelm desire.

They settled into their seats near the door and Tucker pulled out the homework, setting it on the corner of his desk, where Danny shamelessly copied some of the shorter and multiple choice questions. There were two long-form essay questions at the bottom that he knew he’d never manage to answer in the - he looked at the clock - two minutes and seventeen seconds until the tardy bell rang. As he copied, Sam kept a close look out the door, where Lancer stood with his back to them, monitoring the halls. She’d alert Danny if Lancer turned around so he didn’t get busted cheating.

Satisfied he’d done enough to earn at least a 65% (D’s gets degrees!), he shoved the completed assignment into his binder as the bell rang, still studiously burying every single flinch and whimper his body tried to produce when his core continued to rhythmically flare within him. He shook his hands some, an odd feeling around his wrists that he couldn’t place, a pressure he couldn’t identify pressing against his flesh. Great, was this nerve damage? Could he get nerve damage?

When Lancer came around to collect homework, Danny hurried to grab the worksheet he’d ‘forgotten’ to pull out of his binder. Was the show unnecessary? Maybe. But it helped him feel more at ease and less like he’d give Lancer suspicions of his… he didn’t want to call it cheating (he had enough trauma around cheating, okay?) but it was technically minor cheating. Lancer collected the paper from his hand and upon seeing it lacked any answers for the two essay questions, he sighed.

“See me after class, Mr. Fenton. You haven’t turned in a complete worksheet in three months.”

Danny turned red and sunk into his seat slightly as the class laughed. He… hadn’t realized that. Lancer just shook his head and walked away, his aura of disappointment almost as visible as Danny’s own glow when he was Phantom.

Danny almost missed when Lancer’s reactions to him were indifference, if he was being honest. When his reaction was just to give him detention, smirk, and then promptly forget Danny existed in favor of praising some jock for some good athletic thing they’d done. Now, though - after nearly two years of Phantom existing and Danny a junior in high school - Lancer had changed. He’d changed sometime last year, no longer indifferent to the struggling teenager, instead he kept trying to push Danny to do better and was let down every time Danny failed.

So, yeah, Danny really wished Lancer would go back to not caring. He got enough disappointment from his parents, thanks. The next ache in his chest wasn’t from his core, instead a tug of sadness on his very human heart. Life really wasn’t getting any easier for him. Today, he would at least try to learn something, he decided as he actually followed the lecture Lancer was giving.

Suddenly, all of the students (and Lancer) half jumped from their seats as the door to the classroom slammed open, Jazz stumbling in with panic etched on her face.

“They’ve got him!” She yelled, eyes fixating on Sam and Tucker. Confusion replaced panic as she saw her brother, though. “Danny?”

“Jazz? What’s wrong?” Tucker asked, throwing a glance towards Danny.

Jazz didn’t get the chance to answer as ice seemed to flash freeze his veins while fire burned into his chest. Danny couldn’t stop the outright scream that pulled from him as he slammed his hand against the feeling of fire. The feeling pulled against his skin - starting up near his collarbone and seeming to move diagonally.

“Mr. Fenton! What’s wrong?” Lancer asked, hurrying towards where Danny sat.

“Fenton must’ve broken a nail.” Dash said, snorting with laughter.

Danny didn’t hear any of them even as Sam, Tucker, and Jazz surrounded him. All he could focus on was pain.

“What the hell?” Sam breathed, staring at where he felt fire. Was something actually there?

He clawed at the neckline of his shirt, ripping it in his desperation to see what was going on, uncaring what anyone else saw. The fire eased momentarily then began in his opposite shoulder, following the same slanted path as the previous one, pulling towards the other burning path.

He grabbed and pulled the shirt, successfully exposing where he felt fire.

“Dante’s Inferno!” Lancer yelled, having pushed his way between Sam and Jazz to see him, staring at what Danny revealed. His friends and sister made similar exclamations of shock, Jazz throwing her hands over her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

Danny couldn’t look anywhere but his exposed flesh, though, as fire continued to tear and drag along the skin of his chest, his core’s spasming increasing in violence and pain.

“What’s all the fuss?” Dash demanded, pushing Tucker out of the way. Tucker, still staring at Danny in shock, was easily thrown back, barely catching himself as he was thrown into the desk he’d abandoned. “What the fuck, Fenton?” Dash screeched, summoning the rest of the class to get a better look.

Sounds of horror, disgust, fear, and one person losing their breakfast descended across the room. In the mere minute since Jazz had arrived, the entire mood of the room had shifted.

No one entirely knew how to react as they watched Danny Fenton’s flesh appear to be magically cut apart, a bleeding Y slowly forming on him as he sat in his desk in the formerly normal English class, painting his entire chest in the shiny red of wet blood.

~~~~~~

Jazz settled into her desk, dutifully pulling out the completed homework (and extra credit assignment) out of her backpack, gently smoothing the already smooth paper, reading over the neat handwriting all across the page, rereading the work she had done.

She listened to the other seniors in the class mumbling amongst themselves, questioning various parts of the assignment they’d had difficulty with. Jazz, who hadn’t had any difficulty and actually found the assignment quite enjoyable, remained silent. She had long since learned that people didn’t want her help, would glare at her and call her names when she did with ease what they struggled to do. She’d offered to help since she was young, but the smarter her peers realized she was, the more they resented her.

It was just jealousy, she knew that. She knew she was brilliant and many people wished academics came as easily to them as they did her. It didn’t make the rejection hurt any less, no matter how often she rationalized it. She, maybe better than anyone, knew that emotions couldn’t always be rationalized. Emotions weren’t logical.

So Jazz kept her head down as more of her class trickled in, ignoring the questions around her she knew the answers to.

Sometimes, Jazz wondered if they’d be as jealous of her if they knew her life. They all knew she was a Fenton, that had kept the jealousy at bay for years until they truly realized how bright Jazz was. Who would want to be a part of that family?

But would they be jealous of the nightmares she had, of finding her brother dissected in her own basement? If they lived with the chill that permeated their home ever since the portal had opened, leaving her unable to escape the cold of death even within her room? The first aid kit under her bed, the blood that frequently stained her hands as she became an expert of giving stitches through sheer practice? The constant fear of her parents unknowingly - or even worse, knowingly - killing someone she loved?

She quite imagined no one would be jealous of her if they knew that, though. It had hurt, when some of them had passively aggressively mocked her for not graduating early, something she’d thought she would do ever since middle school? But she’d ignored it, done her best to not take it to heart.

Did her best to not become overwhelmed and yell about how she could’ve graduated two years ago and left them all behind, a fact she kept from everyone, even Danny, because she needed to be there to check the lab every time he didn’t answer her calls.

It didn’t matter, though. She had her books and her brother. His friends had become hers too, though not to the same level with her as with him. She had her family’s love, even if it was wrought with secrets and fear. She was part of something bigger, she helped protect the protector of their town, one of only three in the world who did so. It was enough.

She was a Fenton and Fentons protected the people they loved, above all else.

“Alright class,” Mr. Jordans said, pulling the door shut behind him as the tardy bell rang. “I know we had planned to launch into some of Shakespeare’s more obscure works today, but there has been a change of plans.”

Jazz watched the teacher with rapt attention, as she always did, though now she was curious. Mr. Jordans was stern, strict, and unyielding. His syllabus hadn’t changed or deviated in over a decade, according to rumors, even once ghost attacks became a thing they had to worry about. What could persuade him to change it now?

“We will be in the auditorium for first period today - all of the senior class will. You can leave your things here, though, I’ll lock the room.”

“What’re we doing? Another assembly about graduation?” One of her classmates asked as everyone lifted out of their chairs, the scrapes of the metal feet against plastic tile squeaking loudly as so many people moved at once.

“It’s a demonstration that the administration has been planning for a while. Come along, the speakers will explain in more detail.”

The seniors filed out of the class, Jordans locking the door behind him. Jazz glanced at her wrist, confirming the presence of the inconspicuous wrist ray. Ghost weapons were still weapons and therefore not allowed on school property, but Jazz decided some rules were worth breaking. Besides, it looked like a normal bracelet anyway and couldn’t hurt a human. She left the rest of her things in the classroom.

More senior students joined them on the trek to the auditorium, some wondering what they were doing, others hoping this wasn’t yet another lecture on colleges and the various testings they all needed to have done as soon as possible.

For Jazz, though, a sense of unease tickled at her. Unscheduled assemblies weren’t something they had very often. A few during the beginning of the ghost outbreak, sure, as they learned how to navigate rapidly changing evacuation plans, but the ghost protocols had long since been ironed down and they hadn’t had a meeting like this in a long time.

She reached the auditorium and sat near the back, watching as others began to fill the other seats steadily.

Finally, movement stopped and everyone had settled. One of the other senior teachers walked onto the stage, testing the mic.

“Good morning!” The teacher (Mrs. Arnolds? Mrs. Armando? Jazz wasn’t sure, this wasn’t one of her teachers) called out. Shouted and mumbled responses filled the space. She held up a hand and the crowd hushed again. “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re all here.” Brief noises of agreement. “We actually have a ghost demonstration for you all, at the request of the school board. Please, join me in welcoming Dr. and Dr. Fenton!”

Even before her parents came onto the stage, Jazz’s cheeks burned red. What humiliation was she about to endure? Judging from how some classmates glanced at her, some with pity and some with smirks, the other students were wondering the same thing.

The teacher handed off the mic to Maddie and quickly bolted. A glance around the room showed all the teachers had left the room. Figures. No one wanted to be near the elder Fentons any longer than necessary. Especially Jack Fenton.

Still, the unease in her mind grew. Something just felt… ominous.

“Hi kids!” Maddie called out cheerily, her hood pulled up and covering most of her face. “We have a demonstration to show you all! It’ll be fun and informational!”

“And messy!” Jack provided unnecessarily. That was when Jazz realized his hood was pulled up as well. The sense of wrong increased, worry joining it. Her father didn’t often wear his hood.

“Well, yes, messy too,” Maddie said with a laugh. Jack disappeared off stage for a moment, returning with a large box in his hands. “So the first few rows should wear these or move back!”

A mass exodus occurred from the first several rows, everyone moving back. In the end, only a dozen or so students ended up in the ‘splash zone.’ What were her parents about to do that had the first five rows as at risk of getting gooped?

“Don’t worry about not getting a close up view, we’ve got a video feed rigged up!” Jack said, his large grin taking up the entirety of the visible portion of his face, gesturing to a machine in front of him that stood tall and then hooked over, the camera pointing down. Why was he so excited? What was this camera for? What were they about to do?

“Jack, dear, if you’ll go get the specimen.” Maddie said, Jack again disappearing off stage. Jazz’s heart skipped a beat. Specimen. Danny tried so hard to keep all the ghosts with more sentience than a blob out of her parents hands, had they caught one? “Now, unfortunately, only the seniors will get to experience the demonstration. Some younger students may get sick and apparently there’s a junior who is likely to stage a protest against this, so the whole grade was excluded. But it truly is once in a lifetime! We’ve been planning this for several months, we just needed to get a suitable specimen to do the demonstration with, which we successfully obtained last night. So, sorry for the last minute notice! I promise it will be worth it!”

Jazz didn’t really have a moment to process her mother’s words or her practically tangible excitement as a green glow began getting close from the side Jack had disappeared to.

As Jack and the specimen came into view, Jazz’s screams were mixed with other students.

Jack wheeled what looked like a gurney onto the stage, a glowing green shield fixed to it and moving with him as he slid the table under the camera, the feed going live as he did so and displaying in theater-like size on the wall behind him.

Danny Phantom was on the table, strapped to it, though he didn’t appear to be harmed - not yet. The camera picked up on his noises and they could hear him screaming through the gag in his mouth, tears tinged with green sliding from his eyes, where terror shone brighter than the green of his iris. He was struggling, clearly trying to fight for his life, but he seemed weaker than Jazz had ever seen him. Why hadn’t he shifted to human long before now? Had they neutralized his powers somehow?

“Now who’s ready to watch the live dissection of a ghost?” Her mother called out, as though pumping up an excited crowd, a scalpel gripped in her hand.

Noise erupted - but none of it the excitement her parents were clearly hoping for. Jazz’s pulse quickened, she needed to figure a way out of this and she needed to figure it out before they disfigured her brother. Luckily, the other students seemed outraged as they railed at her parents.

“What the hell are you doing?” One called.

“Let him go!” Another yelled.

“You can’t hurt him!”

“What is wrong with you people?”

“He’s our hero!”

“He keeps us safe!”

Their voices rose as the students did too, pulling up from their seats. Jazz looked at her brother’s glowing body, the sobs and screams muffled in the gag. Okay. Okay. She needed to get Danny out, without exposing his secret to anyone, without outing herself as a Phantom helper to her parents or classmates, and without hurting her parents.

That fourth goal was optional, though.

Okay, Jazz. Figure it out. Figure it out.

She took in the entire scene again even as her heart constricted painfully. Danny had never looked so afraid. Two things struck her - the presence of a ghost shield and the apparent lack of Danny’s powers. A conversation from dinner weeks ago drew itself forward. Her parents had been working on making a ghost shield that was designed to keep ghosts in, she remembered, to make them easier to capture and fight. Lure and trap method. That must be it! The ghost shield was trapping him and neutralizing his abilities. She needed to disable the ghost shield.

She needed Tucker and his PDA.

She had left her phone in the classroom.

Jazz was preparing to bolt when her parents finally subdued the crowd, the angry yells fading away as they were informed that this demonstration was for a grade, was not optional, and had been cleared by the school’s leaders as well as the school board.

Jazz had a feeling the dissection may have been approved, but the subject on the table absolutely was not. The teachers here had long since warmed to Phantom and the countless times he’d saved them.

Frozen with indecision, Jazz watched her classmates return to their seats, merely grumbling. On stage, her mother sliced clean through the top half of Danny’s suit.

Jazz wasn’t sure if the gasps of pity, horror, and disgust were from his suit being cut away, the various scars from ghost battles glowing softly against his tanned skin, or the Lichtenberg Figure that spread across his left arm and chest, a shimmering green. Maybe all of the above, actually. Jazz still got ill sometimes when she saw some of her brother’s deeper scars.

She needed to get Tucker - she knew what class he was in. But she also needed to delay the… the vivisection long enough to get to him and get back here.

Her parents were talking still, talking about the steps and procedures they’d need to follow, their hypotheses for what they’d find when they opened it up, and continual reassurance that the thing on the table couldn’t feel pain or true emotion - it was faking right now.

She needed them to keep talking for as long as possible.

Jazz turned to the classmate directly beside her, gripping his wrist suddenly. She thinks his name might have been Steve, but she wasn’t sure.

He jumped slightly towards her at the sudden touch, his mouth opening, but she cut him off. “Tell everyone to ask questions and keep those two distracted.” Jazz hissed, glancing at her parents to make sure they didn’t hear her, though she was definitely too far away.

“What?” He asked lowly, pulling his wrist from her. “They’re your psychotic parents!”

“Which means I know how to get Phantom out.” Jazz practically growled. She’d wanted to keep it a secret that she helped the town hero, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “Pass it down. Keep them talking. Ask questions to Jack, specifically. Mention fudge. Just keep them talking.”

Steve looked at Phantom’s face, the ghost’s sobs still echoing the room, then returned to her. “Hurry.” He said, already leaning into the person next to him.

All Jazz could do was hope this worked, surely she just needed a few minutes.

Jazz jumped up and ran from the room when neither of her parents were looking in her general direction, her flats slamming against the floor as she ran for Danny’s life. Of course, Lancer’s classroom had to be clear on the opposite side of the school. Those VR workouts were apparently helping, though, (or maybe it was adrenaline and fear) as she never once let up on her speed, slamming open the door, causing many of the people in there to jump. She couldn’t care less about anyone else right now, though.

“They’ve got him!” She screamed, some small relief growing in her as she quickly spotted Tucker and Sam. Those two were known (suspected) Phantom helpers, she didn’t need to worry about outing them. Looks of confusion were all she received as she noticed Danny sitting close to the door. Huh? Was one of them fake? Was it actually Amorpho or a ghost like him, either here or on that table? “Danny?” She questioned.

“Jazz? What’s wrong?” Tucker asked her, though an awful scream from her brother prevented her from answering, instead drawing herself, his friends, and Lancer to his side.

~~~~~~

“Mr. Fenton! What’s wrong?” William Lancer asked as he moved with the grace of a former cheerleader to Daniel’s seat, the scream of agony still ringing in his ears. He vaguely heard Mr. Baxter say something - probably rude - but Lancer ignored him for now, inserting himself between Ms. Fenton and Ms. Manson.

“What the hell?” Manson asked as Mr. Fenton began to rip at his shirt. Lancer was stunned into silence as red began to stain through Daniel’s white shirt, just under his left shoulder.

“Dante’s Inferno!” Lancer cried as the teen successfully ripped and pulled at his shirt in a frenzied, panicked hurry. William didn’t know how to react as he saw the freely bleeding, inexplicably clean cut starting at Daniel’s left collarbone and slanting down, another cut pulling open skin directly in front of him, no blade in sight.

Daniel seemed stricken into silence as well as he saw what was happening, saw the injuries just appearing in his flesh. He was still making sounds of pain, tears slipping from his eyes, but Lancer didn’t think he even realized it.

“What’s all the fuss?” Mr. Baxter asked. Lancer didn’t even get onto him as the jock pushed Mr. Foley out of the way.

Lancer’s brain was still… struggling.

“What the fuck, Fenton?” The quarterback yelled, drawing the rest of the students, who all ogled at Mr. Fenton like an odd circus attraction.

The three who had first ran to Daniel - Ms. Fenton, Ms. Manson, Mr. Foley - were the first ones to snap back into action.

“Back off him!” Samantha yelled, bodily pushing away some of the people closest to her.

“Give him space!” Tucker added, roughly pushing Dash back away and reinserting himself. “Jazz, get the bandages out of my backpack!” He added, pressing his bare hands against part of the wound.

Oddly enough, it was that action that spurned Lancer back into action. Mr. Foley’s phobia of anything medical, of blood, was well known, even being a note in his school record. Yet, the teenager had launched directly for his friend, not even flinching as blood began to drip through his fingers, hiding his dark skin until his hand looked more red than anything else.

“Everyone, back up!” Lancer yelled. The students, in a rare show of obedience, all immediately pulled back. “We need to get him on the floor, so he doesn’t hurt himself if he passes out.” He barked to the three aiding Daniel. Samantha and Tucker looked at each other and nodded, easing Mr. Fenton out of his chair and onto his back on the floor as Jasmine pulled a rather large medical kit from the backpack, quickly pulling gauze out, trying to apply enough pressure to his wounds to get the bleeding to stop. Lancer didn’t ask to help, he just grabbed more of the gauze and mimicked what Jasmine was doing. All three looked at him but a sharp scream from Daniel drew them immediately back to him.

“Jazz, talk.” Tucker ordered, a sureness and confidence Lancer had never seen from the boy surprising him. The gauze in Lancer’s hand was already saturated and he tossed it to the side, pulling more to him and trying to keep pressure up but the blood just kept coming. It pooled on the floor beneath him, turning his knees wet as he continued to kneel in his student’s blood. He watched as some flowed from the upper part of his chest, slightly settling in the hollow of Daniel’s throat before more began to drip down into it, causing it to overflow the small indentation. Two thin red streams ran across either side of Daniel’s neck, making the gruesome scene look even worse.

“I don’t know what’s happening! All the seniors were pulled in for a demonstration - it was my parents - they have Phantom and are planning to autopsy him - I guess they’ve started by now - he’s in a shield that negates his powers - I don’t know how there’s two of them - Tucker you need to hack their shield.” Jasmine answered, each sentence short and to the point as though she was used to giving information quickly in urgent situations.

Samantha and Tucker shared another look, both seeming to realize something at the same time. Simultaneously to the apparent revelation, another scream came from Daniel, louder and longer than any yet. Lancer felt a small pop beneath his hand and briefly lifted it to check if something had happened. The skin beneath him almost seemed to be moving? Becoming looser and blood flowed harder. The popping continued even as Lancer pressed down even harder. It was almost like his skin was being torn from the muscle beneath it?

Tucker cursed and stood, grabbing one of the students behind him and pulling her forward. “Press down here and do not stop applying pressure.” Tucker ordered Star, who looked pale, but did as she was asked. Daniel looked at her but he didn’t really seem able to see any of them as he continued to wordlessly scream.

“Dash, Kwan!” Samantha yelled, not moving from her spot. “Do not ask questions. The Fentons are in the auditorium with Phantom. Go there and get them the hell away, I don’t care how, but do not take no for an answer!” She barked, clearly expecting her orders to be followed.

“Maddie is a black belt, be careful getting in close quarters with her. Jack isn’t much of a fighter but he has size on his side.” Jasmine added.

Dash and Kwan (along with a few other athletes) ran from the room, not even acknowledging the instructions they’d been given.

“What does Phantom have to do with anything?” Lancer asked, feeling the bandages in his hand saturate once more. “We need to get him to the hospital!”

“Call an ambulance and I will personally make sure your body is never found.” Samantha growled. Normally, he’d brush it off as teenage overexaggeration but… the way she looked at him. The fierceness in her eyes, the danger that she seemed to be projecting. Lancer fully believed her in that moment and elected to keep quiet.

They were quickly running out of gauze that wasn’t saturated straight through. When Daniel screamed again, Lancer found himself wishing the poor child would just pass out from blood loss or pain already. Judging by the size of the pool he knelt in - the growing size, at that - Lancer was sure he should’ve been unconscious by now.

Lancer was fairly certain he should be dead by now, if he was honest.

“Danny is Phantom.” Tucker answered, furiously pressing at his PDA. “There’s no keeping it a secret, at least from this class.” The boy looked up from his PDA, glaring at the classmates still gathered in horror, long since stunned speechless from the horror of their classmate apparently being autopsied alive in front of them without a single weapon in sight. “And you all will keep it a secret or you will regret it.”

The class nodded furiously. William wasn’t sure if it was because they were in shock, didn’t believe it, adored Phantom, or if Tucker Foley was just that terrifying in that moment. Lancer would never in a million years have called the technology obsessed teenager intimidating, especially with an old PDA in his hands, but he cut a striking figure right now - anger and determination in his eyes, his voice, his body, coated in the blood of his friend beside him, khaki pants more red than beige at this point, blood splattered across his shirt, his face, his arms. Ms. Manson, visible behind him, looked absolutely feral, similarly covered in blood.

Lancer felt like his entire brain was shutting down. Daniel Fenton was Danny Phantom? The idea was ludicrous and if he’d only heard it, he may have actually laughed it off. But Daniel Fenton was bleeding beneath Lancer’s hands, screaming himself hoarse in agony. Danny Phantom was being autopsied in the school. Daniel Fenton had wounds no human should survive, much less be conscious for. Guilt surged in him. All the detentions he’d given, all the times he’d said Danny could succeed if he just put forth a minuscule amount of effort. All the failed tests, missing or half done homework, all the times he’d fallen asleep in class.

Lancer had been so, so wrong. This student may be one of the most hard working he’d ever seen. Everyone knew Phantom was up at all hours, everyone had seen Phantom bleed green at this point. Yet still, Daniel Fenton tried, despite being a hero.

Despite being dead.

How had Lancer not noticed his student died?

“Jazz, Sam, try to stitch him up, see if that helps the bleeding. Lancer, continuing applying pressure.” Tucker continued, offering up no other information on the absolute bombshell he’d just dropped. The two nodded and immediately went into action, pulling out string and thread and trying to hurriedly sew up the large wound.

Lancer wasn’t sure if the calm, practiced ease with which they did this was a good thing or bad thing. Good, because it meant Daniel was being cared for. Bad, because how often it suggested he needed to be cared for.

The screaming began to quiet down, no new injuries or popping sounds occurred. Lancer hoped his students hadn’t gotten too injured fighting the Fentons away, but at least the athletes that had gone to face seemed to have succeeded.

Lancer felt… slightly out of his body right now, if he was being honest. He couldn’t think well, a feeling he had never truly encountered before. But this was his student, this was a hero, and by Charles Dickens himself, Lancer would do everything he could to help the teenager beneath him, even as his pants began to feel cold and wet, as so much blood seeped into his hands he wondered if permanent discoloration was possible.

“What’s happening? How are there two of him?” Jasmine asked, her voice shaking, even though her hands didn’t.

“He lost a duplicate last night,” Samantha answered, Tucker entirely engrossed by his PDA, visibly biting his lip. “He thought he just had tried to use more energy than he had, that it absorbed back into him, because he couldn’t sense the duplicate anymore.”

Jasmine - in a motion that would’ve shocked Lancer speechless on any other day - swore loudly. “They got the duplicate and the shield cut the connection. The duplicate is ectoplasm, so it can’t get through the shield to reabsorb.”

“And apparently the shield doesn’t stop the damage transfer.” Sam concluded.

“Got it!” Tucker yelled, jabbing victoriously at something in the PDA screen.

Not even a moment after Tucker did that, Daniel screamed again, back arching involuntarily. White rings appeared along his waist, blinding Lancer.

~~~~~~

He held the Thermos securely in both hands, while his other body’s hands pulled the comforter up higher, snuggling into the warmth. He attached the Thermos back to his hip and began to head home. It had been an easy capture, he hadn’t even really had to fight the animalistic ghost. He thinks it was an animal, at least. Not one from this dimension, though, as he had never seen an animal like it before. And, with how many teeth it had in its five mouths, he didn’t really want to ever see the live version of that creature.

The duplicate Phantom flew in from beneath the house, like he always did, phasing up through the floor and immediately pressing the Thermos into the canister release on the portal.

Maybe he should’ve actually checked his surroundings, though, or at least attempted invisibility. It being three a.m. didn’t mean he was the only one awake in this house.

Electricity buzzed through the air as green encased him. He stiffened at the sound, rounding to see who was behind him. Mercifully, no electricity shocked him, though the air was still heavy with its charge.

“Got it, Mads!” Jack exclaimed from beyond the shield.

“It really isn’t very intelligent, is it?” Maddie asked, stepping closer until she was just outside the sphere.

Not as dumb as you think! He thought, reaching for the core of his true body.

He felt only emptiness, only his half core. He had felt his whole body just moments ago, why could he no longer reach it? He was moderately surprised to find he was thinking on his own, even if he realized it was only surface level thoughts.

Still, he did not like being cut off from his body, he didn’t like the emptiness in his mind, in his chest. He felt empty and torn, in a quite literal way.

Plan B, then. Phantom determined, tugging his invisibility forward, planning to invisibly shift human, clear the shield, then return to his body.

The electricity flared again, though this time it was more than just sound. It felt like he was being struck by lightning in multiple places, currents of electricity criss crossing his entire body in a patchwork of pain. He collapsed to his knees once it stopped, pulling in ragged breaths as his body shook from the aftershocks. He felt like half of himself right now, but apparently pain still managed to be just as painful. Lovely. Just… lovely.

“Good job on the power nullification, sweetie!” Maddie said, reaching up and pecking Jack lovingly on the cheek. “It worked perfectly!”

Seeing they had successfully incapacitated him, the two approached, clearing the shield with ease. Phantom didn’t have time to respond as Jack shot him point blank in the face, throwing him backwards into the shield, where electricity danced inside him again even as his face felt half burnt off.

Judging by the slick feel of ectoplasm lazily falling along his neck, they may have actually burnt him that badly. He didn’t have a single moment to fight, to beg, to explain as Jack pinned him to the ground, one foot pressed firmly against Phantom’s chest and digging him into the ground as Jack leaned forward, nearly crushing the ghost under his father’s weight.

Instinctually, he tried to go intangible, only to feel the harsh currents penetrate his body again. He cried out in pain, his limbs again heavy and foreign as his fingers twitched through the electricity’s remnants. His mind scattered, unable to form a cohesive thought, as Maddie knelt next to him, quickly binding his wrists and ankles, forcing a gag into his mouth.

By the time his mind was clear again, he was strapped to a cold metal table, jaw forced open too wide. He tried to fight, but he was too weak and the restraints too strong. The green glow of the ghost shield still encased him, still cut him off from his body, unable to call for help or return to his soul.

“I’ll call the school in the morning and let them know!” Jack said from somewhere behind him, out of his line of sight.

Phantom’s heart sank. School? Did they… did they know? Who he was? Tears entirely unrelated to pain began to fall. Why else would they need to call the school? What were they going to do? Unenroll Danny Fenton, pretend they were shipping him off to some military school for delinquents or something?

What would they do when they found Danny Fenton, asleep and sound in his bed, come the morning?

His parents left, chattering excitedly about all the tools they needed to prepare, his mother wondering where she had left the most recent shipment of scalpels, she wanted to make sure she used the sharpest they had.

He fought the restraints as hard as he could, he kept forcing down sobs. He could have a mental breakdown after he escaped, rejoined his body, and fled into the Ghost Zone. It had always been the plan - if his parents didn’t accept him, he would run to the Far Frozen.

He had always been afraid they’d never accept him, but some part of him had done its best to let him never truly believe they’d kill their son. But now they had caught him, they were calling the school to pull out Danny Fenton, and then they were going to dissect him. All without caring he was their son.

By the time he fell asleep, the injury on his face had healed and bruises littered his ankles and wrists, his jaw ached dully from being forced open. He hadn’t allowed himself to fully cry, to do more than broken sobs, the entire time.

Morning came far too quickly - the clock on the wall when he awoke said it was 5:30 in the morning. Well, once he was able to read it. Apparently the best way to wake up their son/a ghost/a prisoner was to use an ecto-taser and force him awake. He looked around the room in a panic, wondering if he was about to see his true body down here with him, but he was still alone. He attempted to sigh in relief, the sound halted by the gag in his mouth. Maybe they just wouldn’t check his room. Maybe the primary him could get out without being seen, could get to school and find out what happened when he undoubtedly got asked why he was there when his parents had pulled him.

But he knew he was fine for now. He was still fueled by the core. He would still fade if the core did. He could still feel a small strand of the core, fueling this body, even if he could not feel the soul within his true body.

At least it was him - a simple duplicate - who was caught. Any snap back damage would be severe, yes, but no one needed to release him. Someone just needed to get that shield and he could reabsorb into himself.

Jack and Maddie’s voices were again behind him.

“They’ve given the okay! They’ll call the seniors from their first period classes and we’ll all meet in the assembly. Principal Ishiyama said we should probably be able to start by 8:15.” Maddie said.

If he was capable of frowning right now, he would. What were they talking about? What did any of that have to do with him? After all, he knew his parents. They would not delay the chance to mutilate him, they wouldn’t do anything that didn’t involve him, a metal table, and a scalpel until they were well and done with him, until he learned if it was possible to kill him.

“Shame it’s just the seniors.” Jack said with a yawn. “I wish Dannyboy could see his parents in action!”

Uh. What?

“I know,” Maddie said, placing a placating hand on her husband’s shoulder. “But we’ll video tape it and show him when we get home! And Jazz will be in the audience!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack whined. “I still would prefer it being a family experience. I guess the video will have to be enough.”

“It will be. Also, did you load all the supplies into the GAV, dear?” Maddie asked.

“Yeah, all the boxes and at least five copies of everything, and like twenty scalpels.”

“Good! Then I actually believe at least half of that actually managed to get put in the GAV.” Maddie teased, giggling. “Don’t want to delay the demonstration!”

Wait. Wait. What? His brain - still cut off from the primary processing of his full mind - sluggishly pieced together their words. School. Danny is still their son. Demonstration.

Was he about to get dissected in front of the damn school?

Still, if he had a heart right now, it would be calming down. Casper High’s students wouldn’t let him get hurt, too many idolized him. Jazz would be there.

He would be saved.

His parents continued to chatter, loading him - table, shield, and all - into the GAV. He wished he was more of a morning person, maybe his main body would’ve seen him strapped to the table and stopped this. Phantom wondered how his body was faring. He had no doubt the connection was severed from him as well, but how was his core handling sustaining a duplicate for this long?

One of the numerous bumps (likely curbs they ran over) they hit on the way to the school made one of the boxes of scalpels fall. None fell out, but they clattered within the box, the metallic sound still setting his teeth on edge. No matter how sure he was of rescue, he was still afraid.

They arrived at the school, transferring him and all the equipment into the back room behind the auditorium stage. He was left alone a few times as his parents brought everything in.

There was an analogue clock on the wall near him and he could hear every tick of the second hand. Despite his belief in rescue, he was still afraid and each tick closer to being wheeled on stage pushed him closer to the edge. Fear and helplessness eventually overwhelmed him and he cried silently.

Besides, tears would encourage the teens to help him. They all believed he could feel - because he could! - and he wanted to be saved as soon as possible.

…sometimes, he did wonder if his parents had a small point about ghosts being good manipulators.

His ears perked up as he heard the morning bells, his parents returning to him, making one last check they had everything. Jack had, amazingly, remembered over half the things he was told to bring, so they had at least one of every sharp tool and reading instrument mad scientists would need to perform unethical experimentation. Footsteps echoed in the room, the chatter of the students amplifying in the space. Danny closed his eyes and strained his ears, listening. The whole super sensitive hearing thing was nice - would be nicer if it didn’t require so much focus to use.

Eventually he found the sound he was searching for - Jazz’s watch. It was a Fenton invention, so it had a unique sound. He mentally latched to that sound, letting the regular whir of the internal mechanisms consume him. Jazz was here. Jazz was safety.

No school employee came by even once while they waited. Phantom was curious if they knew he was the specimen the Fentons had. He sincerely doubted it. Some of the teachers had even told him if he ever wanted to finish school - since he died so young - they would be more than happy to teach him. While he didn’t need it, he couldn’t deny his joy when the offer had been made. It had been acceptance of him, finally, from adults of Amity.

He heard the teacher welcoming the students and introducing the Fentons followed immediately by the sound of her fleeing the room.

Yeah. Sane people didn’t stay near the Fentons.

His mom went out and explained what they were doing, the educational opportunity here, and eventually his father wheeled him out, shield still attached to the table casting everything in a green tint, settling him under a camera. He screamed and cried, renewing his struggle against his bonds as he came into view.

Phantom cried in relief as he heard what he’d been expecting - anger, commotion, protest. But his parents eventually reigned them in, the students eventually quieting down.

He would be lying if he said that didn’t make him panic a little. Or a lot. But he still heard Jazz’s watch, he still latched onto that, desperately seeking the comfort of his sister as his mother cut away the top of his jumpsuit. He heard Jazz tell another student to keep his parents distracted before hurrying from the room. He listened to her watch until she was out of range, but he also heard the order ripple through the room.

Distract them, it said. Jazz Fenton is going to get him out.

And the students obeyed. Ridiculous question after ridiculous question was asked. But it wasn’t enough. Even as Jack repeatedly got distracted and went off on tangents, Maddie would pull it back in, get him back on topic.

Eventually, she just let him talk, a loving smile on her face as she watched Jack, even as she moved to Danny’s side, pulling a scalpel from the nearby tray.

He heard the students screaming at her to stop as it projected onto the wall, he heard them try to distract her with anything and everything, he heard them flat out begging the Fentons to stop.

“It’s alright, kids!” Maddie said, irritation evident despite her voice being so perky. “It’s just a thing! It can’t feel!”

And then the scalpel was pressed into his collarbone. Jazz’s watch was still beyond his hearing. He couldn’t hear Tucker’s PDA or the locket Sam wore, with machinery inside just so he could always find her.

He was alone and his mother was slicing him open.

Phantom screamed, he thrashed and cried, but it was to no avail. The students cried, too, even as they continued to watch, unwilling to leave him alone to his fate but unsure of how to help. He heard them whispering as much, trying to come up with ideas and never finding one. But he had no thoughts, only pain, only his parents torturing him in front of teenagers. All he knew was the feel of a scalpel and the feeling of hands pulling skin from muscle, displaying his insides.

He heard as the doors slammed open. He heard Dash and Kwan scream in disgust at the sight before them, followed by screams of anger as they charged, more footsteps behind them. He could only see colors and shapes around him, his eyes too blurred by tears to see anything more clearly, but there was the undeniable thud of bodies as Dash and Kwan slammed their bodies into Jack, who clearly hadn’t anticipated that, so all three of them were sent tumbling to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Maddie demanded, leaving Phantom to go check on Jack, granting him a brief moment of respite, which he feared the end of. But Dash and Kwan all but worshiped Phantom. They would not let him be tortured more.

“Madeline and Jack Fenton! What the absolute hell do you think you’re doing?” Principal Ishiyama yelled. “You had permission to do this to a non-sentient ghost! Not to our town hero! Paulina, go release him.”

“All ghosts are non-sentient!” Maddie protested, standing in front of the table Danny lay on.

Phantom didn’t get to hear anything further. The green of the shield fizzled out, he felt the ache of his core, and he ran back to his soul.

Danny opened his eyes, an ache as his duplicate’s memories forced themself into his head, though it was dull in comparison to his chest.

“Phantom?” He heard Mr. Lancer whisper.

Danny tried to remember the set of memories from this body, but agony was all he knew. He blinked several times, forcing himself to see through the fog. He felt a tug to his jumpsuit and panic immediately choked him and he tried to sit up. Which was a very bad idea as the pain slammed into him full force, sending him back to the ground.

“Stay down, Danny. We weren’t done stitching you up, yet.” Jazz said, running her hand through his hair comfortingly. She pulled her hand from him and grimaced - her hand was covered in blood and flecked with ectoplasm.

He felt the tug again and realized it was Sam pulling down the zipper. He considered trying to calm himself with deep breaths, but… maybe breathing immediately following being fucking autopsied was a bad idea.

Cool air greeted his inflamed skin as the jumpsuit was gently pushed off. As soon as he was bare chested again, Jazz and Sam immediately resumed the arduous task of putting him back together. He was surprised when Lancer leaned forward as well, pressing gauze to a spot his sister indicated.

“Hey, dude.” Tucker said softly, sitting behind him and gently scooching closer, letting Danny rest his head in Tucker’s lap, letting him prop up slightly, a welcome change after the hours he now remembered being strapped to a flat table.

That was when he saw that they weren’t alone and registered that Lancer had called him Phantom. His eyes widened as he saw his classmates, all looking at him with a mix of awe and horror. He could see the pool of red blood he was splayed in, that coated his friends like a bad slasher movie, green now mixing beneath him. Of everything he saw, for some reason it was Lancer being covered in his blood that shocked him the most. His friends and sister, he expected. But Lancer? He couldn’t imagine Lancer jumping to action like that, but the proof was in the blood (and ectoplasm and the copious amount of both staining his clothes and skin).

“My secret?” Danny asked, suddenly finding his voice hoarse. Oh. He had screamed a lot, hadn’t he?

“Poof.” Tucker said, miming an explosion with his hands. “You… dude. You were… well, there was no hiding it anymore.”

“Our priority is your life. Your secret comes second.” Sam added.

~~~~~~

Lancer was almost relieved when Daniel had transformed into Phantom. The injury had been covered and the blood that seeped through when they re-exposed it was green. It was less terrifying.

But the relief had been brief as he realized this was still Daniel Fenton, this was still his student bleeding out onto his floor, this was still a teenager getting what amounted to major medical attention from other, untrained teenagers as stitches resumed.

“Phantom disappeared!” Dash yelled, banging through the door, all the others who’d left following behind him. They stopped dead when they saw Phantom.

“Get in and shut the door!” Samantha said, not looking up from her work. They were nearly done, at least. Lancer was less applying pressure now and just trying to sop up the ectoplasm so the girls could see what they were doing easier.

Dash obeyed, ushering Kwan, Paulina, and the three others into the room and slamming the door behind him with too much force.

“Mi amor, you’re okay!” Paulina said, stepping around Kwan and trying to get closer to the ghost boy she famously crushed on. She stopped short as she got an eyeful of the very not pretty picture.

The blood pool had continued to grow, green ectoplasm pushing it out even further. The Y incision practically glowed on his skin, dark green despite the incision being closed. All of the people around him macabre paintings.

What looked like old injuries didn’t help either. Pale scars dotted his chest, a green glowing lightning-looking scar also practically sickening, if you tried to imagine what could cause something like that.

Lancer had seen the numerous scars on Daniel’s… other form? other side? disguise?, but they were so much worse on this side of him. The green scar was entirely new, he hadn’t seen anything like that on Fenton.

“Where’s Fenton?” Dash asked, though the tone of his voice and the stricken look in his eyes indicated he already knew the answer to that, had pieced it together. If nothing else, the fact Phantom’s in the same spot Fenton was and the blood pool was multiple colors were… not exactly subtle.

“Oh. Right. He wasn’t here.” Tucker said, then pointed at Daniel’s head in his lap. “Danny’s Phantom.”

Dash didn’t really say anything, just sinking into a nearby chair with shaking legs. Kwan looked ill, a hand pressed against his mouth and stomach. “We… he was… on screen…” Kwan tried to say, pressing his hand harder against his mouth and shaking his head viciously.

“‘m sorry you saw that…” Phantom mumbled. He had begun to doze once his stitches had been finished, though his jumpsuit was still pulled off his chest.

“The video.” Jasmine said, grimacing. “They had a camera showing it so we could see all the details.”

Dash just nodded, Kwan’s eyes were pressed closed, Paulina hadn’t spoken another word, only falling into a chair behind her.

Ms. Fenton’s words slammed into William Lancer like a train. All of today - the whole less than one hour of it! - finally hit as well.

His student was a ghost. He was dead.

His student had just been dissected and was bleeding on the floor, at the hands of his own parents.

His students had just stitched up their best friend as he nearly bled to death on a classroom floor.

Several of his other students had seen inside Phantom’s chest, blown up larger than life and in high definition.

Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom!

He’d been giving detention to the teen just for Daniel to turn around and save Lancer only minutes later sometimes!

Lancer looked at his bloody hands, his bloody clothes as life continued to crash into him like a tsunami. He looked at the blood on the floor. On the others.

A very large wrench just got thrown into the already chaotic life of simply being in Amity Park and Lancer had never felt so lost.

Studying to be a teacher didn’t cover topics of ‘how to help a student who’s been dissected heal’ or ‘what to watch for in students who got an up close look at their dead classmate’s insides - it may create trauma.’

“This secret does not leave this classroom. Understood?” Lancer said, drawing himself up from the floor, nearly slipping in the blood beneath his shoes.

When the students all nodded at him, he believed them.

If nothing else, no one wanted Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom undergoing another autopsy. No one wanted to cause those screams again.

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A Comprehensive List of Spideyfist Interactions (pt.6)

hello and welcome back to: reasons Spideyfist is canon. a series where i take you through each episode of The Ultimate Spiderman and show you why i believe that Peter Parker and Danny Rand are dating in canon, or at least that they are each other’s favorites. and also give you commentary on the show itself as i do

warnings for: episode spoilers, season spoilers, action/injury description, unsolicited commentary, probable cussing, violence, caps lock

this part features episodes 7 through 13 of season 2

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S2E7 Spidah-Man!

- say what you will about this episode, i know i do, but the majority of what i saw when it first came out with kinda not great. i like it alright, but it wasn’t my favorite.

- Danny’s not in this episode until the end, so headcanon and commentary!

- cartoon characters carry sinks for the purposes of throwing

- people go insane when money is involved, never freaking fails

- dude, this entire show and the characters send like 90% of the time dumping on Peter, it’s cringey and awful.

- Danny and Peter are standing next to each other, Danny is uneccesarily close

- “oh, i’d tell you where to stick those cameras, but i was raised better than that!” i wasn’t, but i’d do the same. you fucking go, Peter

- Boston works FAST, holy shit

- Peter Parker, New York resident, not understanding a Boston accient

- DID PETER JUST FLIP OFF THE CAMERA?

- juice box, juice box

- Peter wanting to help Ollie by NOT getting him wrapped up in the hero life when he’s so young. Peter understanding that kids are kids and need to be allowed to be kids

- the team having the best time at the water park

- Peter, despite feeling under appreciated, still goes back to New York because he has responsibilities there and knows he can’t shirk them. plus he has a team to lead and he can’t just cut them loose, that would be rude

- ahh the villains of Boston. Adam Slammer, the Plymoth Rocket, and Salem’s Witch

- good grief

- i think at this point, i’m just either gonna do only headcanons for episodes Danny’s not in or just mentions he’s not in it. maybe a mix.

- in season 3, we get wind that Spiderman’s sacrifice for New York has inspired a whole new group of heroes, but Spiderman’s been inspiring heroes since season 1 and 2

- god bless JJJ leave it alone

- team has doubts Peter isn’t coming back, but did Danny? no, no he didn’t

~~~

S2E8 Carnage

- Peter, you know something always goes wrong when you say that

- ah the Goblin returns

- probably because you HAVE been herded to something vile and villainous

- ah yes... the ongoing issues Peter has with Harry and how Harry views Spiderman

- the innocents will always be Peter’s number one priority and that’s fucking NOBEL

- oh this episode, i remember it now. this episode has BIG evidence too

- in just about evey shot after being pulled from the rubbel, if the camera’s focus isn’t solely on Peter, Danny’s in the shot too

- Harry only expects the worst from Norman and it fucking sucks for Harry because Norman has shown him he can only expect the worst

- Harry and Peter? ride or die. if Peter needs help on an assignment, Harry’s there. if Harry needs help hiding a body, Peter’s there

- side note: Danny and Luke have those vibes too

- and again i say, Goblin is the worst parts of Norman, his darkest and most intrusive thoughts

- ahhh Carnage

- Peter fighting every second to get control back

- the team deliberates and talks out of Harry’s earshot, wondering where Peter would’ve gone and what Goblin wants with him and the entire time, Danny does NOT let go of Peter’s backpack

- Danny doesn’t look. Danny doesn’t even LOOK and even so, Peter doesn’t look like Peter. so how does Danny know Peter’s back? well, Danny can read an aura and we’ve long established that Peter is “a beacon for someone with [Danny’s] power”

- shit, things are flying, people are getting hurt. what to do, what to do? well let’s start with protecting Peter’s best friend. Danny steps forward in front of Harry which i count

- the whole fight, the only one to land more than one hit was Danny, why? Danny is Peter’s favorite

- god this episode

- there are stark differences between Carnage and Venom and i think it well shows, especially in this episode

- Venom is honestly, scary

- Venom and Spiderman are a love-hate relationship

- “i can’t let you do this!” should’ve been the ultimate clue for Harry figuring shit out but NOPE

- Danny answers Peter’s call for help

- “we’re almost there” “Iron Fist, good”

- oooh shit

- the symbiote interacting with Harry is honestly the only basis Peter has for Venom and it really sets things up for the later season

- “indeed. i do. kick alot. with my feet!” this fucking kid

- “Harry!” “I’ve got him!” the IMMEDIATE reassurance, the moment of panic, then the calm. the way Danny knows. this isn’t Iron Fist talking to Peter Parker it’s Danny talking to Peter, telling him that Danny’s got this

- Danny’s doing his best and it’s so cute

- “how do i thwip?” aww Danny

- Danny asks for help, Peter’s on his level willing to do so

- this man spitting facts. cause i don’t know if it’s obvious, but Danny’s bigger in the shoulders than Peter is and Peter’s already said he doesn’t wash the costume but once or twice a month

- this episode i have love-hate relationship with, but it does give me excellent evidence

~~~

S2E9 House Arrest

- i have a love-hate relationshp with this episode too

- okay, so you might ask how this part counts too, but the only complaint Danny gets is his insence, which bother’s Peter’s sense of smell. easily fixed but Peter doesn’t ask Danny to stop. he’s got no issues compaining about the team and ther habits on any given day, but Danny never gets a complaint except for to us the viewers who don’t live in his world

- Danny also gets spoken about last, which i’m counting

- Danny throws a punch and Peter goes after him, which i count

- this fucking team is acting suspicious and it’s so cute once you know the reason

- Danny gives Peter a thank you because Danny is POLITE

- why are the team still in costume? there’s dozens of people coming over and you’re not out of costume yet?

- Peter’s not scolding Danny, he’s literally not even looking at him, he’s yelling at Ava, Sam, and Luke and Danny WALKS OVER

- casual gnome theft

- who’s the blonde in the picture? Peter’s mom?

- robotic voices means everything is going tits up

- Peter casually scooping the weights up like they’re nothing

- Peter really only thinks the worst of Sam sometimes, which is ANOTHER thing that turns me off that ship

- BECAUSE THEY’RE ALL DEALING EITH THEIR OWN CHALLANGES PETER

- the team trying to keep Peter from finding shit out while also fighting off the house security

- this team has three stupidly strong people on it; Peter, Danny, and Luke, which gives me the “they’ve totally arm wrestled” but then you have to think about the fact that Danny’s only strong like Peter and Luke when he’s charged up the iron fist

- “Death Trap Makeover”

- when you look at Danny, he’s already got his chi charged up and ready to go as he’s being smashed between the two walls. there’s nothing stopping him, he just won’t punch his way out. why? “i’m trying not to ruin your room” this COUNTS

- “when that man is generous enough to let me sleep on his floor” Danny slept in Peter’s room fucking conFIRMED

- do i even have to say it? Danny follows Peter’s orders without question, he’s the only one who does so FROM THE BEGINNING

- Danny get knocked into the wall, Peter’s engaging the enemy in seconds

- Danny climbs up, Peter’s right behind him

- Danny and Peter standing next to each other after a battle again

- headcanon: SHIELD does bi-weekly scannings of every single thing in the house to make sure the house would be perfect in the event it was destroyed

- “we where going to tell you. the party? it was for you.” cue me crying

- Danny’s the first one to speak up, almost the second Coulson’s finished speaking

- “maybe we can do some group yoga!” Danny, sweetie, Peter would probably do anything you asked of him

~~~

S2E10 The Man-Wolf

- fun fact, this episode’s title is forshadowing for later episodes

- this episode also has big evidence in it, season 2 is just full of big evidence for this ship and it’s great

- Peter takes a hit, Danny’s the first one who responds

- i headcanon that the LMDs also have illusions for each of the team members. they break them out for solo training sessions and special occasions

- Danny and Peter standing beside each other after battle, once again

- Peter’s love of the moon

- them all being moon geeks

- “drive faster, Danny!” “faster?” proceeds to drive faster

- Danny sounds so amused and fond when he says “faster?”, it’s so cute. it counts

- Danny literally spends the rest of the episode immensely worried the second we find the scratchmarks. it’s not just worried either, he actually looks scared

- the team splits up and Peter goes with Danny and Sam, why? likely because if you remove Sam’s helmet he’s no longer got access to his powers, and Danny’s just a normal human with no special abilities aside from the Iron Fist. Luke and Ava both have access to their powers at all times and Luke’s got impervious skin

- LOOK AT THEM, they’re terrified

- Peter and John have a lot in common and i think their relationship could be good

- Danny says a wise saying that John and Sam don’t get, but Peter just says, “here’s to NOT judging a book by its cover” which implies he understood exactly what Danny was saying. counts towards time spent togther

- “Earth to Spiderman” Danny’s literally acting like a completely different person here, I wonder- sees episode number oh that makes sense

- Peter apologizes to Danny for spacing out, which he does NOT do with other people

- well, you see, Spiderman, THESE jewels are inactive, the one in my chest is NOT

- sword!

- Danny gets thrown into the wall and the first thing he tells Peter is “stay on him, i’ll catch up!” ughhhh mans knows Peter so fucking well

- also, Peter checked on Danny before he did anything. if Danny’s talking, relatively unharmed, and saying “i’ll catch up” Peter’s fine to keep moving

- when he and Danny crash into each other, neither of them move to get up. with others, Peter’s on his feet in seconds, but with Danny, he’s content to lay there a minute

- Danny gets pinned to the floor and then picked up and once Peter sees this he’s moving and getting Danny out

- Danny’s injured in this episode to the point that he’s not getting up and it’s kinda scary cause Danny’s pretty fucking durable

- Danny’s not getting up and the walls are coming down around them, so Peter shoots his webs at Danny and pulls him closer. “Danny! i got you." i cannot explain how cute and loving this scene is to me

- Peter’s not “helping Danny walk” carrying him out, Peter’s legitamately carrying Danny bridal style!

- Danny’s first up the ladder, which might be because he can pilot the engine but may also be because he was injured to the point that he WASN’T GETTING UP

- Peter’s upset with himself because he’s leaving John behind and Danny rushes to comfort him about it

- Peter’s so supportive of his team. he’s always boosting them up and helping them out and it’s so sweet

- “on the moon, even I can pitch a Fist-Ball!” because you can’t on Earth? sir, you’re STRONGER than Luke is, wdym?

- Ava trusts that Peter’s got a plan, but Danny trusts Peter implicitely

- AND AGAIN I WILL SAY PETER ONLY HAS TO GIVE DANNY BARE BONES INSTRUCTIONS FOR DANNY TO UNDERSTAND HIS POINT

- Danny’s rushing to comfort Peter about John

- Fury may be a fucking idiot, but he’s a protective and realistic idiot and i love that for the team

~~~

S2E11 Swarm

- Danny’s not in this episode, no notable interactions. this episode is really funny though

~~~

S2E12 Itsy Bitsy Spider-Man

- in the wide shots for the opening, Peter and Danny are swimming next to each other

- the team is lucky Fury likes them otherwise, they'd be grounded

- this episode confuses me cause it's not like the team doesn't still have the control they have, they're just smaller now so it's harder to stand up to the things they normally would, like windmills or whatever it was Luke was doing

- you know the whole thing about the Maximoff twins being co-dependent in the MCU. I'm about a minute away from putting Peter and Danny on that level if they don't stop walking/standing right next to each other

- of course SHIELD has a daycare

- Loki as a child is not something I want to see again, mostly because of the route the writers took it

- also the team being oblivious

- Danny and Peter are both on the top of the piles when the team is trying the Trojan Horse escape

- you know, I really think this list wouldn't exist if the writers didn't make it so damn easy. when you start really paying attention it's so simple to see

- when Loki poofs away and then rematerializes, Peter and Danny land next to each other

- again, it's too fricking easy, Danny and Peter ate standing next to each other again

- okay so the entire fight from the team finding out the extra kid is Loki to them destroying the Destroyer armor takes 10 minutes? wack but okay

- Peter, grabbed by the head and swung around. Danny, goes in immediately

- Danny: has a problem, Peter: immediately has the solution

- I s2g if Peter and Danny don't stop standing next to each other before, during, or after battles-

- see! see! Luke is still strong enough to lift a big ass panda (which isn't light) with one hand when it has another person in it! they should be able to win the battle normally even if they're smaller!

- Loki went after Danny and Peter said "not on my watch" by webbing his legs together so he can't run anymore

- Loki goes after Peter and Danny says "not today!" by tearing out the anchors of the ferris wheel so it can be knocked into Loki

- Danny would've shot the norn stone to Peter, but Peter had a heartfelt speech to make

- the standard after battle standing right next to each other, complete with being unnecessarily close together

~~~

S2E13 Journey of the Iron Fist

- the opening sequence is adorable and I love how cartoonish it is

- Danny seems agitated from the get-go, which is the first clue that something's wrong, AND something Peter picks up on

- I mentioned in an early list that the weekly sparring session is (to my knowledge) something Dammy does specifically with Peter, and I hold to that

- "the spirit of a K'un L'un warrior beats in you" I'm sorry, I gotta just- minor fangirling squeals

- Danny being insistant that Peter learning to fight without his webshooters, telling him that they’re only a tool, and reminding Peter that he’s more that his webshooters is so fucking cute, man

- Danny is powerful enough to block Peter’s hits without even paying attention

- of course they’re fighting on the Brooklyn bridge

- Peter being impressed by Danny’s abilities and skills

- Peter being excited and Danny IMMEDIATELY being like “hey, no, focus. this isn’t a game” because he KNOWS this guy, as we’ll later find out

- Peter gets hurt and Danny goes to catch him, which COUNTS

- there are no words exchanged, no words that are said between either of them, and they still grab onto each other. the mutual understanding, the instant communication- i just fucking-

- Danny sounds worried- actually worried when he tells Peter to grab his webshooters

- “what about all that using ones ability talk”, “repitition begets skill, neither of which lie in you against THIS assassin”- because Danny knows that kind of people Peter faces, he’s been at Peter’s side for a year now, fighting the good fight and training right next to him. Danny knows Peter can handle himself in a fight, but not against this man- further evidence Danny KNOWS who this guy is. Danny wants Peter at his best in this fight (because he knows Peter will not leave) and for that, Peter needs his webshooters

- “there is no honor in you!”

- Iron Fist gets hurt, he falls, he hits the ground in front of some truck. he could defend himself against the truck with the Iron Fist, and get out of it, but his chi stays calm and Danny braces himself for a hit. Spider Man, the second Danny falls, is right there, webbing up the truck as fast as he can and standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF IRON FIST

- and again, Danny gets hurts, falls, and Peter says, “nope, not today!” literally sends him flying behind a fast moving cargo truck. and I’m supposed to NOT ship them? come on, man, they practically write themselves!

- AND THEN ONCE THE THREAT IS GONE HE GOES AND HELPS IRON FIST UP!! HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO SHIP THIS??

- the way they both immediately flip around when Danny’s birth name is used- knowing a heroes real name is dangeous, using it when said hero is in costume is a big no-no and no one respects that more than Peter

- “is that Papa Fist?” “no, he’s-” the way Danny was just gonna explain everything to Peter. the way Danny just automatically started doing so, yes this counts, Danny doesn’t do that for other people, he’s very tight lipped about his home country

- and then Danny just gives Peter his belongings. there’s no will or other instructions, just gives everything to Peter. there’s no stipulation that Danny thought important enough to say, he’s literally leaving EVERYTHING to Peter

- and Peter doesn’t even CARE. he just wants to know what’s going on

- and, even better, Danny looks so sad, and the sad music playing in the background? no, man, i’m fucking done

- “yeah, we’re not just gonna let this happen, right?” no, no we’re not

- “why would Danny Dollat-signs sleep on my floor?” the whole rich thing and Danny giving him all his earthly possessions doesn’t even hit until later, he’s more concerned with why Danny would sleep on a floor if he doesn’t have to

- and then he immediately disregards the whole rich thing because Danny’s more important to him, he even says “it wouldn’t be enough. obviously.”

- “as flies the Iron Fist, so goes the Spiderman.” .... do I even need to say anything? do i? yeah, no, this fucking counts right here

- "beautiful” is the first thing Peter thinks about Danny’s home country. we’ll get into why that counts in another episode

- Peter makes it a point to say he’s with Danny, that he’s just visiting, because he understands that he knows NOTHING about this country and it’s customs, he’s very calm and relaxed and doesn’t even fight when he’s attacked first

- Danny needs to know nothing other than Peter is here and he’s being attacked before he’s jumping in to help, to defend his best friend coughcoughlovercoughcough against the guy he’s known since he was a child, callng Peter his guest without hesitation

- Peter asks a question and Danny answers it immediately

- “if you throw your lot in with this fool, you’ll suffer the same fate!” “gladly.” omfggggg, no hesitation, NO hesitation

- the way Danny turns back to look at Peter, to check on him

- Danny’s quick to reassure Peter that in his culture, Peter isn’t being insulted, and then is like welp, you’ve never been here, let’s get you inside and warm

- Danny just patiently answers any and every question Peter has. no one else does that! and you can blame it on the fact that no one’s as zen as Danny or Peter’s askign a lot of questions, but none of them are like that with anyone else either!

- Danny likes orange soda, that’s adorable

- “talk.” and Danny DOES

- Danny specifies Peter when he says he chose to learn

- the immediate concern for his friend, even as Danny keeps trying to explain

- also, K’un L’un is a private place, doesn’t trust outsiders, so it’s doubtful Peter would’ve gotten into a private medical area without Danny being like “i want him with me”

- he fucking- breathes deep Peter, who’s been on the ceiling and out of the way the entire scene, immediately jumps down to the floor to help Danny stand up because he needs to be on his feet for this

- Danny doesn’t even try to see about the other warriors. he knows who he wants, he knows how he can win with honor, he knows how to handle this competition. Peter’s the one he wants. Peter’s who he names. no hesitation.

- Peter keeps a hand on Danny through the entire interaction, if you notice. It’s not a “hiding” or a “holding back” or anything, he’s literally helping Danny. that hold he’s got on Danny is one to keep Danny steady, one hand on his arm, the other on Danny’s back

- “don’t take it personally” mhm mhm, yep. counts

- i’m not gonna cover the trials much, tbh. there’s not a lot i can say about them in reference to Spideyfist, but i’ll do my best

- STARTING?

- Peter fights to the last because “Danny... needs... me”

- Peter APOLOGIZES to Danny like it’s his fucking fault this guy didn’t play by the rules. this counts

- Peter still saves Scorpion even after everything

- awwww the old monks

- Danny and Peter actually have very similar fighting styles when you think about it, and nothing showcases that more than this episode. they’re both on the defense with Scorpion until they have the oppurtunity, that’s how they both are in a fight, holding back until it’s necessary to fight

- Peter realizes Danny got his eyesight back and asks about it, you can hear a little concern

- Danny choosing that moment to compliment Peter, a perfect counter point to the abuse Peter’s been suffering all say, AND the only compliment Peter cares about enough to answer

“let’s no push it” with an amused smile

- the HUG Danny gives him, the way he doesn’t let go until the monks call for him

- and they let him go back!

- Spiderman being excited about the one year as well!

~~~

I finally finished it guys!

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Figuring It Out

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x Fem Reader

Summary: While Handling some business in Japan, thinking everything in AEW will be okay without her, she doesn’t expect her love interest, Daniel Garcia to betray Bryan Danielson and when she returns, there’s lots to take in, especially with Daniel’s actions causing issues within BCC, but does she still give him a chance?

Warnings: Bit of Angst, some fluff, SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Oral F Receiving, Unprotected sex)

Word Count: 2.4k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

For two weeks, I had to travel to Japan for a wrestling tournament and I thought it wasn’t going to be that big of a deal. What would two weeks hurt?

Blackpool Combat Club started having their issues whenever Daniel Garcia betrayed Bryan, had us all fooled and made us all believe that he was going to leave JAS and go under Bryan’s wing.

Why was this so crucial? Not only did this stir issues between Bryan and Yuta, but I was secretly talking to Daniel.

I was excited and surely thought that Daniel was going to join BCC, but he blindsided all of us.

Watching this happen while in Japan made me beyond nervous to come back, but of course, I did and my heart was racing the moment I stepped into the arena.

My main priority was to get to our locker room and spend the night back there, not stepping out unless I had no choice.

Moving around like a ninja, as quiet as I possibly could, someone was bound to find me:

“Hey babe, nice telling me that you were back from Japan.”

Daniel.

Things were just starting off with a bang, huh? There was no avoiding him and the conversation that we needed to have.

So, turning around with an attitude on my face, he knew exactly how I feel, laughing at me:

“I see why you haven’t been talking to me. You’re mad at me, huh?”

“You know what you did was messed up, Danny,” I huffed, trying not to get too emotional, “You know the faith and hope Bryan put into you and you just betrayed him like that?”

“Hey, he should’ve seen that coming, so that’s on him!” He protested, always acting so cool, but I gave him something to truly think about:

“Maybe so, but Bryan isn’t the only person you hurt. What you did has him fighting with Yuta, I can tell that Claudio is ready to flip dealing with it, and you hurt me too. I really thought that you were going to join sides with us because you’re not a ‘sports entertainer’, you’re a wrestler, a damn good one and we all know it.”

“Naw, I know why you’re so ‘hurt’,” Those words caught me off guard, staying silent to listen to his rebuttal, “You’re just scared you’re going to get kicked out of BCC or something because of us.”

My time with Daniel wasn’t wrestling related. When we were with each other, we were ourselves and I haven’t connected with anyone like I did with him.

I didn’t think it would be a big deal but after everything that happened? It would definitely be a big deal. Maybe that is what I feared.

I wanted Daniel, but I also wanted to continue to be in BCC. With everything going on, those options weren’t going to coexist with one another.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Y/N?” Daniel looked into my eyes and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right, turning and getting the door:

“I’d leave before one of the guys show up if I were you.”

“Wow!” He scoffed, my actions showing a sting he felt, definitely expressed in his voice, “So that’s it, huh? You’re choosing them over me?”

As a final response, I just pointed to the BCC sign on the door as I stepped in, then slammed the door shut.

Thank goodness I was all alone in there for a while to cool down. When Bryan, Claudio, Yuta, Mox, and Regal all made their ways in, I put on a smile and caught up some.

That night, Claudio and Yuta were facing Chris Jericho and Daniel; As much as I didn’t want to, I went out to ringside just to make sure no cheating occurred.

The whole match, not lying in the slightest, it was a banger and I was watching all of the action.

But of course, JAS couldn’t avoid their cheating nature, Angelo Parker trying to grab Yuta’s feet.

I quickly went right over to him, flipping him around and before I could even say anything, he even gave me a little shove.

That made me smile and I shoved him right back, going to get back into each other’s faces, I jumped a little, not seeing Daniel’s feet coming from the ropes and right into Parker.

From a certain view, it looked like an accident, and Daniel tried making the facial expressions explain that to everyone else, but when our eyes met?

He did that on purpose. We both knew it, but I stayed quiet and let Yuta do his thing, that small bit gave him the advantage and shortly after, Claudio was pinning Jericho for the win.

This was beginning to weigh heavy on my shoulders and I really hope nobody noticed, but while leaving the ring, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

I didn’t want to do what I did earlier, but I was a strategist; I liked having game plans with an end result. Things with Daniel? I had no clue how it would end and that’s what was making it all confusing.

And staring into his eyes? He didn’t want things to just end, he didn’t need to speak for me to know how he felt.

“Y/N, Y/N!”

I was so out of it that I didn’t notice Yuta talking to me when we got to the guerrilla.

“You okay, Y/N? I know that Angelo didn’t shove you that hard, right?” Claudio chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I smiled, playing it off and laughing, “It takes a lot more than a little shove to throw me off. You guys did great out there.”

Going down the stairs, Bryan was waiting and oh boy, this wasn’t going to be good.

Yuta went straight up to Bryan, looking like he was going to start a fight and I was so grateful for Claudio breaking them up.

All of these internal issues because of Daniel. I just couldn’t and didn’t want to believe it.

For the rest of the show, we got Yuta to calm down, distracted one another with humor and all, which was nice, but when I was all alone again in my hotel, that’s when I started drowning in my thoughts again.

Fresh out of the shower in my robe, I was brushing my hair back, staring at nothing in the mirror, slightly startled when I heard quick knocks at my door.

That knocking seemed like someone was in an emergency. The first person that popped into my head was maybe Yuta or Bryan, but I opened the door to find Daniel.

It was clear that he had been thinking, having an attitude too, rambling right off:

“Look, we have to figure this shit out. And you won’t slam the door on me again. I’m serious.”

“I won’t,” I said softly, taking a deep breath, “You’re right. We do have to figure this out. Can you just try to see things from my shoes?”

“I get it. Dating me while in the BCC after everything? I’m sure they’d try to kill the both of us, but-“ He was finally trying to relate for a change, but considering he didn’t finish his sentence made me nervous:

“But what, Daniel?”

Staring deeply and creating a gaze between us, for a change, he made a very good point:

“You and me, what we got going on? It’s not a sports entertainers versus pro wrestlers deal. It just you and me. That’s it. No wrestling involved.”

I wanted to say that, that was easier said than done consider wrestling was literally our entire lives, but that’s exactly how I wanted things to be. So I stayed silent, thinking deeply when he huffed:

“That’s how I feel. So, if you want to be with me, we can figure things out or you can just slam the door on me, again.”

Geez, he was surely upset that I did that earlier, but he didn’t have to worry, getting him off guard this time when I grabbed his shirt:

“Just come here, Danny.”

Pulling him inside and the door shutting on its own, I got something I’d been longing for when I kissed him, feeling his arms wrap tight around my waist like he always did so naturally.

Any time I kissed him, it felt so right and this time was no different, done with the arguing and smiling softly:

“You’re spending the night with me, just so you know. Hope you’re not in trouble with your boys, by the way.”

“Why would I be in trouble with them?” He picked his head up to think, then looked away when he remembered, trying not to smile as I giggled:

“I appreciate that you did that for me. Don’t look so shameful about it.”

“I’ll trash anyone who touches you,” When our gaze reconnected, he was dead serious and I admired that, kissing again while untying my robe:

“And I’ll never doubt that. I know it’s been a few weeks and I’ve been a bit of grinch so-“

His eyes dropped along with my robe to the floor, licking and biting his lower lip, loving my next words:

“Since you’re staying the night, how about we make this all right again, hm?”

“Oh baby,” He chuckled, feeling how his hands gripped my thighs, the lust in his eyes, “You know that I was getting some of all this.”

At first I was giggling at how quickly he picked me up and took me over to the bed, tossing off his shirt once I was on my back, but the second his knees dropped and his head dove between my legs, I was breathless.

“D-Danny-“ I know it had been a few weeks, but not even a minute and he was devouring me like it was his last meal.

And when his tongue started flicking at my clit super fast, my body was trying to roll, unable to stay still with the hard shakes in my legs.

“I can’t make you cum if you keep moving like that,” He knew what he was doing, hooking my thighs and applying pressure to keep my hips pinned down, having my back arch with my growing moans.

“I’m so close, Danny!” Propping up on my elbows, there were tears in my eyes, feeling how his tongue was fucking me, having my walls spasming, hitting every right spot in a fluid series, falling to my back seconds later with my thighs squeezing his head, a handful of hair, crying out with moans while my slick drenched his mouth and chin.

I seemed to forgot how intense he made my orgasms, chest feeling heavy from finally being able to breath, spot in my vision when I finally opened my eyes, but still fixed on him, noticing how he was kicking his pants off.

He remembered how sensitive I was after something like that, leaving kisses at my inner things that made me shake hard with a moan, up my stomach, finding my breast and latching to my nipple, nibbling slightly before sucking harder.

At the same time, I felt his thumb circle my oversensitive clit, two fingers pushing into me softly and it felt so much, having me bite my lips and whimper out softly:

“Don’t be teasing me now, baby.”

He just snickered while leaving bites across my chest, pumping his fingers once more before positioning himself between my legs, having me whine at his cock slapping my clit, then running through my folds.

“What? You been missing this?” He loved to tease me, kissing at my neck while teasing my entrance, asking after I moaned instead of answering him, “You gonna answer me?”

“You know I’ve missed it. Just give it to me, please,” I wasn’t the type to beg, so I hoped that proved how serious I was.

“You’re gonna get it, baby,” His whisper was deep and gave me a feeling that I was in for it, but only focused on the tight friction along with his cock stretching me.

“Damn, Danny-“ Hooking my arms under his, my head snapped back and don’t know if I forgot how good he felt inside of me, but it was even better than our first time, just a few soft thrusts getting some noise out of me.

“I know you’re tight baby, but damn,” He chuckled softly, groaning with a thrust before lifting my right leg higher, “I’ll give you a reason to be louder.”

“You think I’m being dramatic or something-“ Just like how I thought, I was in for it, gasping hard at the strength behind his thrust, feeling his tip meet my cervix.

“Shh,” Holding the side of my face, giving a sloppy kiss given his hard, quickening thrusts, he bit my lip while growling, “I just wanna hear you screaming for me.”

“Daniel!” If I wasn’t calling him Danny, that meant I was serious, feeling how deep his thrusts were pushing me down, the constant smacks at my sweet spots surely getting me to scream out at times, quickly being driven to my next orgasm.

Positioning my left leg up higher too let his hips roll faster, rocking our bodies up to hit at different angles, his chest heaving with groans and pants, but he made sure to lock eyes with me, saying:

“I know with how you’re squeezing me. Cum, baby.”

“I’m about to-; I am, Daniel!” My nails were digging into the back of his shoulders, not able to breath and feeling a slight tear fall from the corner of my eye, finally catching my breath when I gushed around his cock, gasping out his name as he kept going till his cock was throbbing.

Going to pull back, I held on tighter and with one swift smack of his hips, he was buried deep, letting my legs fall with his head on my chest while were both panting and trying to breathe again.

“I’ve missed this,” I whispered softly while running my hand through his hair, smiling when he looked up at me and he couldn’t help but smile either.

“Trust me, baby,” He picked himself up to kiss me, holding with a promise, “We got this.”

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