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five-rivers · 1 year

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Blizzard

Danny checked his Ghost Time Zone Adjuster Watch (Patent Pending!) and frowned at the numbers on the dial. It was, in theory, synced to the time on Earth– or at least the time zone Amity Park was in, but he’d noticed it got a little less reliable the further he went from the portal.

He was hoping it was going fast tonight, because if it wasn’t, well, tonight had just become this morning. He might have been used to late night and early morning fights, but that didn’t mean he had to like them.

He’d wanted to get to the Far Frozen and back before he had to get up in the morning, but at this pace, that didn’t seem likely. The Far Frozen was living up to its name, it seemed.

But despite its inconvenient location, the Far Frozen was also the only place Danny knew of that was both willing and able to treat halfas. And wasn’t Vlad. Vlad didn’t count, for obvious reasons.

Danny passed a set of melting stairs whose banister was slowly mutating into hissing snakes and the icy islands loomed into view. He sighed in relief. Finally.

He zoomed towards the main island, skirting snow-laden clouds and pallid, sinuous frostworms. Briefly, he touched down at the edge of the island, internally debating waiting for the yetis to notice him or going closer. He bounced in place. If he stayed still too long, he might doze off. He’d been having some trouble with that, lately. And he was short on time.

Mind made up, he took off again, but flew more slowly. The yetis should be able to notice him long before he reached their settlement at this rate.

He saw the clouds of ice kicked up by the pair of skimmers before he saw the skimmers themselves and slowed. The skimmers slowed, too, and they met in the middle.

“Hi, guys!” called Danny. “Do you mind if I take a lift with you?”

“Yes, Great One!” shouted the pilot over the engine of the skimmer. “What brings you here today?”

Danny landed on the deck of the skimmer. “Medical stuff,” he said, shrugging. “You can call me Danny, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Iceplow, Great One! It is an honor to carry you! Why, this is the first time I’ve had a passenger who wasn’t from the Far Frozen.”

“Yeah?” asked Danny, stifling a yawn and sitting cross-legged on the deck.

Iceplow nodded, and launched into a story about how he’d learned to drive. Danny, sadly, couldn’t pay much attention, because it sounded hilarious. The skimmer bounced and jolted underneath him, but… compared to his dad… sleepy…

They skidded to a stop and Danny forced himself awake.

“Here we are!” announced Iceplow. “Safe and sound, as promised, Great One!”

Danny nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the ride.”

Upon hopping off the skmmer, he was swarmed. He was maybe a bit of a celebrity here. Way more than he was in Amity Park, which was weird because he’d never intentionally set out to save the Far Frozen. It had just sort of happened, incidentally.

Usually, he’d love the attention, but tonight, with how tired he was… He started to flag immediately. But the crowd scattered away, suddenly respectful.

“What brings you here, Great One?” asked Frostbite, rescuing him. “Unless I miss my mark very much, this is an unusual time for you to visit.”

Danny nodded, a less tired part of him making a note to figure out how Frostbite knew it was a weird time. “I wanted to ask you a few, um, medical questions, if that’s okay?”

Frostbite sobered immediately. “Are you ill?” he asked, clearly troubled. “Have you been injured?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know. I was kind of hoping you’d be able to tell me. I mean, I don’t know if this is something normal, or a ghost thing, or a halfa thing, or something else.”

“I see,” said Frostbite. “In that case, we should go to the infirmary and do a thorough assessment. If it is troubling you, after all, then at the very least it is a change to your normal status.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” There were places to sit down in there.

Frostbite lifted Danny to sit on his shoulders. Danny caught himself listing sideways, into Frostbite’s horns, which was really quite rude, twice.

The infirmary caves, carved deep into the ice and rock of the Far Frozen, were kept meticulously clean and brightly lit. It would be easy, down here, to forget that he wasn’t in a hospital back on Earth.

… At least in some places. In other places, the machines and equipment being used was definitely not intended for humans and the raw walls of the tunnels showed through.

Danny stared at the labeled diagram of a blob ghost on the far wall, his eyes too unfocused to make out the words on it. A sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears. The thought that he could steal a nap crossed his mind and was reluctantly discarded. Or, rather, it wasn’t so much discarded as… Well, it would be rude, wouldn’t it? To fall asleep like that?

Frostbite cleared his throat, a human habit he’d definitely picked up from Danny, jolting him out of his reverie. “Let’s start with the symptoms you are experiencing.”

“I’ve been tired all the time. But when I try to sleep, I just can’t. I’ve tried getting myself to wake up more, and I’ve tried coffee, and I’ve tried wearing myself out so I’ll sleep, but… Nothing seems to work.”

“Well, there are a few different things that could be. Let’s start with some simple tests…”

Frostbite started with things any doctor would do. He weighed and measured Danny, listened to his heart, took his blood pressure, tested his reflexes. He also repeated most of Danny’s tests in both forms, took ‘aural photographs,’ and checked the energy levels of his ectoplasm. Then came blood tests, x-rays, an MRI, an ‘ectoplasmic resonance scan,’ an ectosignature typing, and other, weirder tests.

“Hm,” said Frostbite, looking down at the test results. “Interesting.”

“Interesting bad, or interesting good?”

“Nothing bad, no. I believe I may be able to do something to help,” said Frostbite, finally, “but may I ask a favor of you in the meantime?”

“Sure,” said Danny.

“You see, I may have to consult with some of our experts, but they’re largely occupied with the children today.”

“Children?”

“You haven’t met them before, have you?” asked Frostbite. “You have spent most of your time in the warrior’s camp.”

“The–?” Any other time, Danny would be asking questions, but he knew that if he did now, the explanations would go in one ear and out the other. He shook his head. “You want me to watch them.”

Frostbite shrugged.

Well, it couldn’t be any worse than trying to babysit Youngblood. And it would make him feel better to actually do something useful, instead of just waiting for Frostbite to find something to fix him.

Frostbite led Danny down another series of tunnels, then outside and up over a series of hills. Danny started flagging right away, but Frostbite slowed to accommodate him.

They crested one more hill, and then Danny saw it. A wonderful, fantasy play structure that would fill any child under ten with avarice. A finely detailed medieval castle, with slides, swings, climbing walls, and anything else you could think of, down to what looked like an accurate trebuchet and functional portcullis, all made of glass-clear ice. Within the play structure were five small yetis.

Danny gasped and clutched at Frostbite’s arm. “Oh my gosh,” he said, “they’re precious.”

They were small. Well, smaller than the adult yetis. Even at this distance, Danny was pretty sure the smallest one was at least as tall as he was and probably had at least fifty pounds on him with how fluffy they were.

“How old are they?” he asked

“Hm, let’s see,” said Frostbite. “Icepack is the oldest… Snowflake is the youngest… so that would be… They’re between fifty and two hundred and fifty years old.”

“They’re what?”

“Between fifty and two hundred and fifty years old.”

“Frostbite,” said Danny, “they’re older than me. How could I watch them?”

Frostbite chuckled. “I did not actually say that, if you remember.” He gently pushed Danny forward. “All I said was that I needed to speak with the experts here. We do not have to go anywhere else to do that.” Once more, he urged Danny forward. “Please, Great One, go play.”

“I don’t…” He looked back at the ice castle. The children had definitely noticed him, and they were coming out. Their eyes were sparkling.

He couldn’t disappoint kids.

As Frostbite went to go join the other adult yetis, who were sitting on a bench a short distance away, he approached, trying not to look nervous. “Hi!” he said. “I’m Danny.”

“I’m Snowflake!” said the tiniest yeti in an adorably squeaky voice. “I’m a girl!”

“Everyone knows you’re a girl!”

“He doesn’t!”

“Yep,” said Danny, giving a shaky thumbs up, “I don’t know anything about any of you, so…”

“He’s Cryosphere. His parents had to give him a really fancy name to make up for–”

The tallest of the yeti children put their hand on Snowflake’s head. “I’m Snowpack,” they said. “These two are Featherice and Candleice.”

Snowflake beat Snowpack’s hand away. “Are you a boy or a girl?”

“Uh,” said Danny, who had been prepared for a different kind of interrogation altogether.

“‘Cause if you’re a boy, then we’re even, because Snowpack and Cryosphere are boys, and Featherice and Candleice are girls.”

“I guess I’m a boy, then,” said Danny.

He got the distinct impression he was being sized up. “Then you can be one of the princesses with me! We can have a girl princess and a boy princess, then, and it’ll be fair.”

“You can’t have a boy princess,” said Cryosphere. “He has to be a prince.”

“Princes are the ones who rescue princesses,” said Snowflake. “Princes get armor, and princesses get crowns. That’s how it works.”

“I know a princess,” said Danny, hoping to at least derail the brewing argument. “She rescued herself, and she ha-aa-aaaawhn.” Danny was unable to keep himself from yawning.

“You,” declared Snowflake, gravely and with great importance, “are sleepy.” She tapped his nose with one claw. This froze the air inside his nostrils and he sneezed.

“Ahhhh,” said Featherice, “your sneeze is so cute!”

“Sleepy!” declared Snowflake again.

“No,” he said, defensively. At least for human children, being sleepy would be seen as uncool. He wanted to be cool.

The little yetis stared at him judgmentally.

“I think it’s naptime, anyway,” said Icepack. “So, why don’t we do a blizzard, then take a nap?”

Snowflake gaped at him, betrayed. “I don’t need to take a nap.”

“It’s not very fair to tell someone else they need a nap, then not take one yourself, is it?” asked Icepack. “We can all take one together, okay?”

“Um,” said Danny, “a blizzard?”

“It’s a type of group work,” said Candleice, quietly. “You let your ice go together and shape it together. In a blizzard, the snow comes and tucks you in, then you take a nap.”

“O-oh,” said Danny, “I don’t know if I should do that, my ice powers, um…” He glanced over at Frostbite, who gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. The children were looking at him expectantly. Danny caved. “Okay, we can try it out.” He could always just… not put any power into what they were doing.

He was, upon agreement, promptly dragged into the castle’s courtyard.

“So,” said Icepack, “first, we get in a circle, and we all hold hands.”

The yetis lined up in order of height and Danny, the shortest, carefully took the clawed hands of Snowflake and Icepack.

"Now, we start walking in a circle…" Danny mimicked the yetis around him. "And we wave our arms up and down. Then we take cold in through our left arm, and out with our right. Pass it around."

Danny had never done anything like this before, but the momentum the yetis were building made it easy to let the cold wash through him, sending ice feathering up his arms and around his shoulders. The feeling plucked at his core, and, finally, he gave in to the feeling, adding a thread of his power.

"There we go. Good job, everyone."

A few meters above the circle, a storm swirled, building and building.

"Alright, now change directions."

Danny stumbled a step, but fell back into the loose rhythm easily. Snow began to fall from the clouds above, faster and faster, until even the constant movement of the circle didn’t stop them from having to wade through snow. Snow gathered heavily on Danny’s shoulders, in his hair, his eyelashes. The shifting white in front of him could have been Snowflake’s back, but it could just as easily be the snow. He could hardly see his own hands, and definitely couldn’t see his feet.

“And break!”

Everyone let go and threw themselves into the high bank of snow that had gathered outside of their circle. More ice energy burst out as the circle broke, the power they were channeling and building escaping into the air and making it just that much colder, the snowflakes just that much larger. There was some muffled giggling as the children flopped around and knocked snow onto one another. Danny was promptly buried.

“Naptime now!” called out Icepack. The other children quieted.

Danny sighed and flexed his hands, which were still bleeding cold energy. He wanted to get up, but it’d be better if he was a good role model, right?

Although… This was pretty comfortable. Nice and cold, the right temperature for his core, the snow underneath conforming to his body, the ever-increasing weight of the snow above, the dark and quiet, also increasing.

Frostbite and the other adults were watching, too. Maybe, just for a moment…

The blizzard cleared. Not too long later, the five little yetis burrowed out from under the snow.

“You were very mature, today, children,” said Frostbite, passing out little flavored ice treats. “Thank you for your help.”

“He’s so little!” said Snowflake. “He’s even smaller than me. Did he really fight Pariah Dark?”

“He did,” said Frostbite, “that’s why it’s so easy, sometimes, to forget that he is a child, just like all of you.”

“Not that any of you should go off fighting strange adults any time soon!” said Driftice, their main caretaker for the day, swooping in. “Humans age differently, and he had been a human for most of his existence.”

“Aha, yes, that is true.”

“Chief Frostbite,” said Snowflake, tugging on the end of his cape to get his attention back. “I have a question.”

“Go ahead, little one.”

“Doesn’t he know ghosts don’t take naps? He’s got to know that, if he beat up Pariah Dark.”

“Well, he was human.”

Snowflake frowned. “How do humans become ghosts?” she asked.

Driftice glared at him from over Snowflake’s head.

“Oh, dear, look at the time. You’re all late for your hunting lesson.”

“No, we’re not,” said Snowflake, even as the group was hurried along by Driftice and the other caretakers of the day.

Frostbite sighed and made an ice chair for himself. He waited, amusing himself by making small sculptures, not something he got much practice at, with his duties as chief.

Several hours later, the snow shifted and a rather disoriented-looking Phantom dug his way out of the snow. “Huh?” he said, looking around. “What?”

“You fell asleep,” explained Frostbite, putting aside his latest sculpture.

Phantom’s eyes widened. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Perhaps not, but I meant for you to.”

“What?” asked Phantom, bewildered.

“To put it simply,” said Frostbite, “you were too stressed to sleep, Great One, and somewhat overheated for an ice core as well. I’m sorry for the deception with the children, but I wasn’t sure you would agree to rest, otherwise, and that’s the only cure for these things.”

“I,” said Phantom, frowning. “But–”

“Do you feel better?” prodded Frostbite.

“... Maybe,” said Phantom, quietly, guiltily.

Frostbite smiled gently. He handed Phantom one of the ice sculptures. It was a simple thing, a series of spheres within spheres.

“Everyone needs rest, Phantom. There’s no shame in taking it.”

“But what if…” Danny rubbed his thumb over the sculpture. “What if something happens? How long was I asleep?” He flailed a bit more and freed a hand from the snow. He glared at the small watch around his wrist.

“Then something happens, and you deal with it well-rested.”

Phantom, in a way that was far too adorable considering that he had no fur and hardly any fangs, pouted. “Frostbite, I was asleep for over eight hours. I’m going to totally miss school.”

“And do you feel better?” prompted Frostbite again.

“... Yes. But I really have to go, now, or else my parents will totally blow up at me.”

Frostbite was glad he knew that was a colloquialism. “You can always tell them you were kidnapped by a ghost. It’s even true.”

“You’re terrible,” said Phantom. “But… Thanks. I might take you up on that."

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2023 #dannymay 2023 day 3: blizzard #fluff #danny takes a nap

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prof-ramses · 28 days

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This is a very real SM theory

What I've stumbled across this time is, I'll admit, completely batshit on the face of it. BUT, if you follow my flow of logic, I think you'll actually be more convinced than you'd expect

So, what is it that set my theorist mind off? Well, the character we knew we were meeting this episode, Aaron (which is apparently the name of Ross's dad in that model sheet)

We only see him twice (and no, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, his tattoo changes what arm it's on between scenes) and in those scenes, he's mostly silent and is notably not paying attention to Jaune, despite her talking with their obviously distressed shared friend in the first scene and is separated from Jaune by the cinematography in the second scene.

From what we've seen of Aaron, both in this episode and the TT photos, he isn't very expressive, but he still shows his feelings through movement, or rather, a position in the photos, something absent in his present self.

So, what, if anything, lead to this seeming slight rift between Aaron and Jaune?

Well, we could assume it was something after Ross's birth, but could we narrow it down further? Yes, yes we can, mainly due to the first bomb I'm about to drop on you.

Jaune is a cult spy

Yes, I'm dead fucking serious. Let's look over the way the cult operates, shall we? They carefully monitor anything related to their plans while other members are on stand by, should something go wrong. How does this tie to Jaune?

Simple, she's the one keeping tabs on Lila, Ignacio does live closer, but is so abrasive, he could never get close enough to someone for intimate spying. Jaune on the other hand, as Lila's best friend, could theoretically keep tabs on certain aspects of Lila's life.

The next obvious question is why. Why would Jaune spy on Lila for a cult? Well, she wouldn't. She would, however, keep a close eye on her friend if someone else close to said friend, like say, said friend's husband, expressed concern for her emotional well being.

I know I'm probably losing some of you now, but this is where we get to another insanely counter intuitive yet convincing claim.

Jaune isn't spying on Lila because Lila's husband asked her, she's spying on Lila because she doesn't want Lila to know that-

Jaune had an affair with Lila's husband

I KNOW, I KNOW, I sound like Dale from King of the Hill right now, but I swear to you, this will all click together by the end.

Picture this, Jaune, a heavy drinker, is over at her friend's house one night when Lila's husband starts coming onto her and you know what happens, this goes from a one off event, to a semi-regular ritual for the pair. Some time later, he tells Jaune that he's worried Lila might catch on, and encourages her to carefully pay attention to any sudden mood shifts and.... share them wit ha trusted associate of his.

So, now that I've established the logic of this happening and that it will likely come into focus at some point, but what does this have to do with Aaron's detachment and how could it come into play?

It's not just that Aaron knows Jaune cheated and will reveal it to Lila, no, it's so much worse.

But first, I have to dispel some fanon for a moment, despite how popular the concept is, we have no in or out of series proof that Ross dyes his hair, the only photo of him we see is him and Aaron with Ross looking just as he does at present.

Why do I bring this up, oh my poor unsuspecting friends, it should be clear. If Ross has naturally black hair, that would mean-

Ross matches the genetic profile of Jaune and Skidad's biological child

And there you have it, the dark underbelly at back of the newest instalment in our beloved Halloween series.

And, if by some chance, you still don't believe this theory of Ross and Skid being half-brothers to be at the very least valid, well then, I have something that will blow your fucking mind.......

.........

And I'm not telling you cause it's 'Pril Fools Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#spooky month #sm Jaune #sm Aaron #sm Ross #sm Lila #sm Skid's dad #sm Skidad #sm Ignacio #sm Skid #sm theory #spooky month theory #sm prediction #spooky month prediction

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macadoodlewrites · 1 year

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Dangerous Love - Part Nineteen (Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader)

Summary: Avery Routledge is John B's cousin, and she has just moved to the OBX - just in time for a treasure hunt. But with John B keeping secrets in order to protect her, he pushes her into the arms of the Kook King. She becomes tangled with none other than Rafe Cameron, but will she realise how damaged he is before it is too late, or will he ruin her before she can get away?

Warnings: death, smut, dub-con, non-con, toxic behaviour, abuse, kidnapping

Ships: Rafe Cameron x OC, minor!JJ x OC

We left off last time with Rafe and Avery in a bad place, and Rafe having just received a call from Ward that John B was injured. I've tried to match up as much of the timeline with the show as I can, but things may be slightly different then they were in Episode 8. Anyway, enjoy...

I just want to add a TW for you all: there are mentions of domestic violence. If you are not comfortable reading about it then please do not proceed with this chapter. All of my other warnings still stand.

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Rafe rode like the wind was carrying him. Carrying us. We drove in silence from the large beach house to the Cameron Mansion in silence, only the whirring of his bike keeping us company. His house was in sight before we knew it, and I hopped off of Rafe's bike the second he skidded to a stop.

John B was hurt. He had been hurt on a fishing trip with Ward Cameron. Hadn't Uncle John gone missing at sea on a fishing trip? I thanked whatever god that was listening that even if John B was hurt, at least he was back on land.

I ran to the front door, but before I could open the door, Ward Cameron was there opening it for me. His sleeve was rolled up and wrapped around it was a large bandage.

"Avery Routledge. You came," he said, looking down at me with satisfaction in his eyes.

"Of course I did. Where's John B?"

"Have you not heard from him at all?"

I crinkled my brows in confusion - if my cousin had been hurt on the fishing trip with Ward, surely he would know that John B hadn't contacted me?

"No of course not-"

"She's been with me most of the morning," Rafe interjected, and I felt his hand on my lower back. I chanced a glance at him but he wasn't looking at me. Only at his father. They shared a wordless exchange, and something flipped in my stomach. I stepped away from both of them, removing Rafe's touch from me.

"What's going on here? Where is John B?"

"Sweetheart-" Rafe started but I snapped my gaze up to him.

"Don't call me that, Rafe," I snapped. "Mr Cameron, where is my cousin? Rafe said that he was hurt. What happened?"

"He's not here currently. Come inside and I will explain," Ward said and turned, entering his house. I stared after him, at his calm demeanour and instantly knew that something was wrong.

"Rafe, you said he was here," I hissed, staring at the ground. I heard Rafe approach me, rather than saw him, and was not surprised as his hand came up to tilt my head to meet his gaze.

"I didn't. I told you that my Dad said you should come over. Not that John B was here."

His tone was cold and honestly frightening. I glanced around him and saw that Ward was still just inside the entryway, watching us.

"You knew what your words sounded like. You implied that he was here," I said, tugging away from him. "Where is John B?"

"Come inside and my Dad will explain everything to you."

"I'd rather stay out here, if you don't mind."

"And I'd rather that you weren't still sleeping with JJ, but it looks like we're both not going to get what we want."

I paled. The venom in his words was clear, especially as he said JJ's name. I took another step back, but Rafe was already there, grabbing my wrist in his tight grip, and tugging me towards him.

"Rafe-"

"I told you to come inside. Let's go, Avery."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" I yelled. "Let me go and tell me where my cousin is."

"Fine. He might be with your friends, and as usual, causing trouble. News flash, Avery, but John B is not a good guy. He attacked my Dad and then ran off. The police are after him and he is now a criminal. Now," he lowered his tone, as he reached up to wrap a loose curl of mine around his finger. "You are going to do as you are told and get inside the house."

"No I am not. I am going to find my cousin and get the hell away from you, you bastard!"

It all happened so quickly. One second, my hair was wrapped around his fingers, and the next, his hand had struck my cheek. I was momentarily blinded by the sudden pain and cried out as I stumbled away from him. He didn't let me fall, instead leaning down to throw me over his shoulder. My head smacked his back, but recovering myself, I screamed and pounded my fists against him.

Rafe had hit me, and now he was forcing me into his house against my will. Screaming his name, he only placed me back on my feet once we were inside the house and Ward had locked the door behind us. Rafe leaned in close, his breath hitting my ear.

"That was for fucking JJ Maybank."

I moved away towards the staircase, my cheek hot and sore from the force of Rafe's hand. He had hit me. And Ward was standing idly by, doing nothing about it. Fear coursed through my veins as I touched my cheek tenderly, staring down the two Cameron men.

"Where is John B?" I whispered into the silence.

Ward leaned against the front door, now locked, and placed his hands into his pockets. "You cousin currently has the police after him. He attacked me on our fishing trip and seems to think that I had a hand in the death of his father."

"Uncle John." My whisper went unnoticed.

Rafe was still staring at me, fists clenched at his sides.

"I am worried that he will hurt those around him so I asked for Rafe to bring you here. To protect you."

"No - no, that's not it at all. John B would never have attacked you without good reason."

Ward gestured at his arm. "Well he did, Miss Routledge. He attacked me and he was out of his mind as he did so.

I thought of John B. He was many things: stubborn, infuriatingly so sometimes, and could be harsh with his words when he was upset or worried, but he was not unstable or violent. He wouldn't hurt anyone without a reason. He just wouldn't. Which meant...

"You killed my Uncle John," I spat.

Ward barely flinched at my words, and only shrugged. "It's what John B believes. But like I said, he was unstable as he did so-"

I interrupted him, storming up to Ward Cameron with a look of hatred on my face. "John B has never suspected any foul play in the death of his father - if he believes that you had anything to do with it then it is for good reason. You killed my Uncle, Ward. Admit it."

"Fine, Avery. I was there when your Uncle died but I would love to see either of you Routledge's try to prove it. I have the police on my side, and they are out looking for your cousin. John B doesn't stand a chance."

I saw red, my hand reaching up and smacking Ward around the face just as Rafe had done to me. Before I knew what was happening, there was an arm around my waist pulling me away. I was tugged backwards, the grip constricting my breath. "You bastard! You are setting him up!" I screamed.

"Be that as it may, I think you'll find I could get away with murder if I wanted to." Ward's calm appearance was infuriating. On the other hand, I could feel Rafe's heavy breaths against my back. He was far from calm.

"The lot of you are monsters!" I cried, tears falling down my cheeks. Where was John B? Where were any of my friends? I prayed that he was safe. "Let me go, Rafe!"

"We're not letting you go, Avery," Rafe said loudly from behind me. "John B will try to kill my Dad if he gets the chance."

"But with you here?" Ward continued, and everything clicked into place for me.

"He won't try anything," I muttered weakly. "That's why I'm here, isn't it? Insurance so that John B leaves you alone."

Ward nodded, and I lost it. I clawed at Rafe's arm, screamed profanities at him as he dragged me backwards away from his father. We were heading towards the stairs and Rafe started to pull me up them. I fought him with everything in me, tried to make it impossible for him to take me anywhere, but he was too strong for me. He pulled me away from his father, away from the smug expression on his face.

And then we were in a familiar hallway and I knew where Rafe was taking me. To his bedroom.

He shoved me inside harshly to the middle of the room, so forcefully that I fell to my knees. Everything in me felt exhausted and tired, the tears on my cheeks were still coursing a steady stream.

Rafe turned and locked the door, and I looked around the room. There was one window, and I heaved myself to my feet and ran to it. It didn't budge as I tried to yank it up, and there was no key to open it. Through it, I could see a tiled flat roof that presumably shadowed the decking that surrounded the side of the house.

Rafe chuckled from the other side of the room and I spun to stare at him.

"Despite my father's words, I am looking to protect you here, Avery. I want you to be safe."

"I won't be safe whilst I'm with you and your delusional father."

He moved quickly, shoving my shoulders so that my head smacked the glass window. "Don't you dare insult my father. He is a good man and will keep you safe here, from your crazy cousin."

"John B would never hurt me," I hurled at him, conviction behind my words. "He is my family."

"And your family have never hurt you before?"

I trembled at his words, my arms hugging each other as he glared at me with a satisfied quirk to his lips. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Rafe's hands pried mine down, away from my body, lacing his fingers through mine. I needed to save my fight for a chance to escape, so I let him. His touch was meant to be soothing, and I cursed the part of me deep down that still found it to be so. Despite everything today, Rafe had still been the one to be there for me every minute of my time at the OBX. He had been the one to kiss my bruises.

"I do know what I'm talking about. I told you that my father investigates everyone new to this island. He makes everyone's business, his business. But I personally asked him to enquire about you, Avery. I wanted to know more, wanted to know who you were running from and who had you so scared. I wanted to know why you moved here so suddenly. So I let our private investigator do some digging."

"No-"

"Yes," he retaliated. "I did it because I love you."

I knew the answer, but I still had to ask the question. "And what did you find out?"

"Police records. Everything you reported to them each time you tried to run away. Those corrupt cops may not have done anything for you, but they still wrote everything down. All of the times you reported that your mother had hit you, that her boyfriend had tried to make advances on you. I've seen everything that you told them. And then I dug into the hospital records. Every time that you were admitted due to 'a fall down the stairs' or 'accidently walking into things.' I knew it was bullshit, but it did make me wonder why no one had ever looked into it further. And you know what I found?"

I did know what he had found. Of course I knew. I had lived in the hell for years. "My mum's boyfriend is the chief of police."

"He told everyone that you were lying, that you were mentally unstable, that you injured yourself. And even after all our time together, I waited for something to change in you, to see if perhaps mental health did play a part in those reports. But it never did. You weren't lying."

I pulled a hand away from his and placed it over my mouth as I released a sob. He went on ruthlessly.

"And then I saw your stomach."

It took everything within me not to break down, even if it was in Rafe's arms. Everything that he was saying was true. And finally, someone knew it. John B knew that my mother could be cruel. JJ knew that she hit me. But no one knew everything. Until now. I crumbled.

Rafe looked down at me and finally he seemed to soften up. His love for me could apparently temper his anger, no matter how potent. The sympathy in his eyes was bursting to the brim, and his mouth was softly frowning. He released my other hand and bought it up to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a hug. I buried my face against his chest, tears instantly soaking the fabric of his shirt.

"I fought them off - both of them, but they never stopped. My mother doesn't like disobedience, but Tony seemed to think that I was playing some sort of game with him. If I didn't do as he said, or dressed in something that let any of my skin show, he thought that I was trying to lead him on. But I never was!"

His stroked my hair as I cried, finally letting years of pain poor out of me. It was a stupid decision to unload all of this to Rafe, but he already knew most of it.

"I know you weren't, sweetheart. I know."

I felt him lean down and pick me up, his hands under my knees as he then walked us to his bed. Sitting down, he let me continue to cry as I sat on his lap.

"What was the last straw? Why did you leave?" Rafe asked slowly. I gulped. I had never mentioned this to anyone, had tried to forget it had ever even happened. But now that Rafe was asking, I found that I wanted to say it, to let the small animal of pain and memory inside of me out.

"Tony snuck into my bedroom. It had been a hot day and I'd been sitting around our pool in my swimsuit thinking he wouldn't be home. But he showed up earlier than I thought. He kept telling me that I was dressing that way for him, that I wanted him to notice. So he was going to do something about. He groped me, touching me where he shouldn't have touched me. I fought him and my mum came in but when I told her what he had been doing, she didn't believe me. She called me a liar, and said I was asking for it. I told them that I was going to the police and I was going to make them believe me-"

Rafe's grip around me tightened at my words and I could feel his heart picking up in his chest.

"And they didn't believe you?"

"I never made it there. Tony and my mother beat me, kicking my stomach and throwing glasses at me. They left me in my bedroom for days, until finally Tony came back and told me that he was going to have to do something about me and my nasty lies. He implied that he was going to get rid of me. So I ran. That night I gathered all of my things together and left."

He said nothing as I finally calmed down my sobbing, finally stopped the tears from coming and finally looked up at him. His eyes were empty of everything but his grip was still tight. I did not know how to interpret it.

The sun was setting outside of his window, taking the last of the sun with it. I was conscious of everything, that I needed to find my cousin, that I needed to contact my friends. But I let him hold me anyway.

"I'm so sorry, Avery. I really am. But this only proves to me how badly you need my protection."

I was startled and the fear was back again. Rafe wasn't letting me go. He was only holding on tighter.

"Rafe, please-"

"If your own mother could do that to you, then who knows what John B could do."

A fresh burst of adrenaline pumped through me again, and I started to struggle against him. "You can't do this, Rafe! I trust you, I let you take care of me but this is too much! Let me go and find John B. I'll talk to him, find out why he is saying these things about your Dad."

It was a lie. I would find John B and take him far away from Ward. And Rafe knew it too.

"I can't do that, sweetheart. I can't let you go. Ever."

And he twisted us so that I fell off of him onto the fresh silk of his sheets. He stared down at me, at my broken form and tear-stained cheeks, and I stared back. "You can't," I whispered.

"You'll find that I can. I have my father backing me. He knows about the police reports and hospital visits. He will call your mother if you try to run."

"And you would let him?"

"I wouldn't want him to. But I can't lose you. Not to the Pogues."

"I won't run."

"I know that you're lying."

"I'm not-"

"You are and I don't appreciate it, Avery. You are going to stay here, the police are going to find John B, and everything will be fine."

I sat up, my legs hanging over the end of the bed. My skirt had ridden up and I noticed Rafe noticing. "Nothing will be fine! You can't hold me captive here! You're as bad as my mother! You're as bad as her boyfriend!"

If storm clouds could cover someone's expression, that was exactly what happened with Rafe. He leaned down, his nose nearly touching mine.

"Don't you dare say that - I am nothing like either of them! They only wanted to hurt you and use you! I love you and want to protect you from everything!"

"You hurt me!" I screamed.

"I did it for your own good! JJ doesn't want you like I do, he never will. Sleeping with him was a mistake and you won't do it again. You won't go near him again!"

"I will do what I want! You don't own me, Rafe!"

His voice became deadly quiet. "You love me, Avery. I don't need to own all of you, but I own your heart. And that is more than enough for me." He paused, pushing himself away from me. "You will stay here, you will do as you're told, and you will be safe. There is no room for disagreement here. You clearly don't know what is best for you."

"My friends are best for me," I screeched, standing up. He towered over me, but he was too calm for my liking.

"Think what you want. You'll learn, Avery. That I promise you."

Before I could stop him, he shoved me so that I flew backwards onto the bed. Before I could stand up again, he was at the door, looking back at me with a terrifying satisfaction. "You'll learn."

And then he was gone, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him.

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I pounded at the door after he had gone but I knew what to expect. The door was locked hard, as was his window. I tried punching the window but all that I succeeded in was bruising my knuckles. Whatever the window was made of, it was too thick for me.

Hours later, I was stood dejectedly staring into the mirror hanging on the indigo wall. My cheek was red and still swollen, and there was a small cut on my cheekbone, presumably from where Rafe's ring had clipped my skin. I hadn't even felt it before, but now everything was sinking in. Along my jaw was finger sized bruises.

So much had happened in the past six hours that I felt exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to wake up in my bed, all of this being a terrible nightmare, but that was not what was going to happen.

I needed to escape but nothing I tried could work. I had even thrown items at the window, but to no avail. I had screamed myself hoarse, praying that Rafe would come back but he didn't. I was alone. Moving to sit on the bed, I felt the day's events catching up on me. I wanted to lay on Rafe's pillow, to give in to sleep, eager for even a brief moment of forgetting.

But just as I did so, I heard a small tapping. I ignored it, not used to the sounds of the unfamiliar house, but the tapping continued, now louder. Sitting up, I looked over to the window.

Muffling a scream, I stared. There on the flat roof was Kiara. Her face was alert and paler than usual, and she was looking at me with worry.

"Avery," she breathed but I could barely hear her voice through the glass.

"I can't get out, Kie" I said, trying to keep my voice low to not alert Rafe or Ward. "The door and window are locked."

And then I saw it in her hand. A small hammer. But would she be able to break the glass?

My question was answered as a fierce rage took over her face and she swung. It cracked the glass but it didn't shatter. I paused, listening for noise downstairs, but heard nothing. Kiara swung again, and the cracks spawned a spider web on the glass.

A final swing had the glass breaking inwards. I punched at the shattered glass pieces, expanding them to make the gap big enough for my body to squeeze through. Ignoring the blood that was now on my hands as I shoved the glass away, I crawled through. The glass cut my bare arms but I ignored it. I could swear that I could hear footsteps approaching.

Kiara tugged me the rest of the way through and I barely had time to hug her before we were off. We scaled the roof, and I winced every time my cut hands rubbed against the tiles. Kiara led me down the roof to where it was low enough for us to jump.

We did. And then we ran. My feet stung from the impact of the jump, but I didn't care. We ran to the walls surrounding the house, and I gave Kiara a leg up. She heaved herself up and over, and I heard male voices on the other side. Then there were hands reaching back and I clung to them. My bare knees scraped the walls but once again, I ignored the pain. Then there was a voice.

I looked over my shoulder to see Rafe staring at me through the broken window. He looked furious and he was screaming my name. Then he was gone. Assuming he was coming downstairs to get me, I sped up my movements. I was moving so quickly, suddenly dizzy from fear, that it took two pairs of hands to get me over and to the ground safely. Looking up, I could have cried. Kiara was with JJ and Pope.

But there was no time for pleasantries. JJ hauled me to my feet and into his arms, before tugging me along after the others. We didn't have to go far. We were soon in their boat, racing away from the Cameron House and from Figure Eight. The others were moving about frantically, watching out for both Rafe and Ward, or the police, but I sat on the small seat, numb to it all.

Rafe had tried to force me to sleep with him. He had hit me and then held me captive. But I had revealed to him my deepest darkest shame. There were no words to say.

I knew that my friends were whispering about me, casting me worried glances, but I couldn't hear it. There was only the rushing of the waves in my ears. It was dark so they couldn't see the injuries on my face.

And then someone placed a jacket around my shoulders. I looked up. JJ. Of course it was JJ.

"Avi," he whispered. He knelt down in front of me, his hands taking mine and turning them over, the cuts still bleeding. He pulled out the emergency first aid kit and started to clean me up and I watched him, but felt nothing as he did so. When he was done, he reached up to my face. "Avery, my lovely girl." He was whispering still and I could see the pity in his eyes. He hadn't called me his lovely girl in years. "I'm so sorry that this happened."

I said nothing, ignoring all of their soft words as we raced back to The Cut, as the others continued to whisper.

I felt nothing.

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bisexualhomelander · 10 months

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despite everything, i'm still human (but i think i'm dying here) - chapter ii

Homelander struggles with his humanity. Ryan just wants a dad.

His world had become bland.

Where before, there had been sound everywhere, colors everywhere, smells and tastes, now there was nothing but the strange dullness of senses that no longer worked in the way he needed them to work. The smell of fear, hormones, cancer that the person had not yet discovered (and that he never lost a word of), the wet-sparrow smell of Ryan's hair when he had held him close, breathing him in like he could find himself in there, and yet more smells he had known and then lost, the chemicals of the lab, arousal, a last trace of milk on Madelyn's silk shirt. All vanished.

Now, it was all empty.

Apart from one addition.

He, himself, had never smelled much like anything. Just one more something he had never owned: no name, heritage, no smell of his own. Something another could know him by. That had changed.

The first time he'd smelled it, had been a few weeks prior. He'd stood in front of the mirror. Part of him knew the knife had an edge so blunt it would hardly leave a mark on his wrist, much less cut it. Maybe that meant he didn't want to die. He looked his own reflection in the eye, and the Other was somehow both pleading him to put it away and laughing at him to just do it, Johnny, give us the well-deserved dignified end.

Outside the locked bathroom door, he had been able to hear Ryan's laughter as the kid skidded in socks across the tiles.

There had been a smell accompanied by a prickling all across his body and a surge of hot and cold. It had taken him the rest of the night, bitter and quiet after Ryan had gone to sleep, to realize it had been the stink of his own sweat. It was on him, on the t-shirt he wore, like a layer on his skin that wouldn't leave. He suddenly realized he didn't want it and tried scrubbing it off in the shower. It stayed, a pungent reminder of this illness that was life without the things that had made him him.

The child was not worth it, Johnny.

But Ryan seemed oddly at peace. And maybe that meant something. He couldn't disappoint him.

Someone had scrubbed the floor. He imagined the smell of blood still fresh. Vought henchmen, beheaded and dying, gurgling. If he still had his senses, he would be able to smell the blood, even after it all had been cleaned away. Once upon a time, he had wanted to raise Ryan here.

Now, they barely ever talked. They were here, in this house that had been empty and waiting to be filled with all his hopes. A family. But he had never imagined it like this.

The property that belonged to the house was quite big, but it was a cage like any. They had locked him down here, and had made his son his jailor. Vought knew he could never leave. For one, there was no place to go. Not back to the Tower where nobody wanted him. Not away from Ryan. There was also the matter that the property was far from any roads. There was no car, and even if there had been, he had no driver's license. Never needed one.

He was a liability to Vought, and sooner or later, they would find a way to kill him. He was being kept away from any stashes of Compound V, and who knew if it would work again anyway? He'd never been injected with it in the first place. He had been made, his DNA assembled with the V. Really, his father's beam should have killed him, disintegrated his chromosomes. He would never have had to live like this, and Ryan would have still been safe, right?

No. Ryan would never be safe without him. But now, he could no longer protect him.

Before, he had woken up from nightmares with his world drenched in bright red, eyes burning and ready to fire. His instincts had quickly realized he could fight off all he was scared of. He had held his breath until his heart had calmed down. It might have taken hours, but what was that to a man who never needed to breathe?

Now, he woke gasping, in the dark, tangled in damp sheets and stinking of cold sweat. His lungs constricted, and the noises he made as he tried to breathe were pitiful. His hand grabbled for his glasses.

The door opened, and the small silhouette that peeked into the bedroom seemed so frail.

"Dad?"

He righted the glasses on his nose with a finger, his son now clear in his line of sight. "Heeey, buddy." The laugh was a quivering, dying thing in his throat.

"You can't sleep?" Ryan stepped inside and closed the door. His son found his way through the pitch black, pulling on the cord that made the bedside lamp turn everything into warm soothing yellow. He needed to hide away, could never be seen like this, with tears still stuck in his eyelashes.

"Bad night."

"Butcher used to say the same thing." Ryan sat down on the bedside. "You are so similar. Never wanted to worry me. But I was always worried anyway. You're both bad liars, you know that?"

It was all wrong. He should be the one to be by his ten-year-old son's bed, telling him tales of his rescues; instead, the kid stayed with him until he was sure he could breathe properly again. Embarrassed, he'd stroke Ryan's hair and say it was okay, that the boy could go to sleep, that his dad would do the same.

It was another lie, and he knew that Ryan knew.

"I used to have similar dreams, too. Still do, actually, but they're not as often."

Their eyes met, and he cocked his head. "What did you dream of?

"You."

The smile couldn't be helped. "You did?"

Ryan's eyes reflected none of his own happiness. The child's mouth twitched, and he looked down. "You flew in front of me. You said I was your biggest disappointment. And you'd kill me with your eyes."

There was no more sleep that night. Or the next five.

Exhaustion sat in his bones, so deep it nearly pulled him under. But whenever he'd nod off, his heartrate would skyrocket. They would come and take Ryan. Worse, Ryan could pack his things and fly away. Didn't matter which way, he'd be asleep and wake up, and he'd be gone. His own son was afraid of him, and there was nothing he could do.

There was a knock on his door. Ryan stood in the doorway, tears on his face. His voice was small and broken. The destroyed phone lay by his feet, squashed by a tiny hand with too much strength. "The doctors say Butcher doesn't have a full year."

There were many things he could have said: Good, he will never take you or That is what happens to all of them (and to your father) or What is William Butcher to me? He managed to bite his tongue, opened his arms.

Ryan huddled against his body, small frame wracked with gasps. "Everyone keeps dying! Why is everyone dying?"

He thought of Madelyn and Stormfront and the countless bodies of the women and teachers and scientists he had called his mommy as he killed them and held his son as tightly as he could. His arms hurt from the effort, muscles sore and body nearly giving in from tiredness. Maybe that meant it was more real, if it hurt him. Maybe Ryan could feel his suffering and realize his dad loved him.

"Can I sleep here, Dad?"

"I though-- Yes. Yes, Ryan."

"The sheets smell like you," Ryan sobbed. His child found his way under the blanket, cold naked feet accidentally kicking, and he lamented that he had never held him so close when he had been a baby. Ryan was quiet for so long that he thought he might have fallen asleep, when the boy lifted his head off his chest and confessed: “I like you better without the powers. I want to get rid of mine, too."

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HAHA MAJOR POTENTIAL SPOILERS for Cascading Smokefall

Basically im testing out a direction. and this is the scene for it. and i really needed to write something like this to get it out of my system. and to think about it. Lemme know thoughts

prolly will do a reblog when awake

tw: drugs tw: kidnapping

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When Electro had exploded out of the lightbulb, Quentin knew that there would be trouble in Ock’s lab. When the man began to babble about Peter being spider-man to the doctor, Quentin knew it was moments before questioning eyes would turn to him. He had quickly absented himself from the room and heard yells follow his pounding steps.

Quentin blots down a hallway fingers hitting Montana's contact on pure memory as he skids. The door is locked and alarms are blaring. Sh*t. He twists on his foot and darts in another direction as the phone rings once.

“Quentin!”

Montana’s voice is distressed. Quentin knows he has limited time and does not want to waste it.

“Ock knows about Peter’s identity. And I’m not going to be able to get out. I need you to do two things.”

“Quentin, we’re co-”

“Shut up! You might not be able to find me and this is important.” Montana goes silent and Quentin ducks through a doorway and forces a jammed door open and then re-sticks it with a few added chairs behind himself before running again all while speaking fast. “One, look after Harry. Please.”

“Always.”

Quentin knows this. But it is reassuring to hear it.

“Two, tell Peter this is not his fault. I played with fire. It's my fault for being burnt.”

“Here. Tell him yourself.”

A relief. Peter is on the phone after a second and Quentin hears his shaky breaths. He can also hear the door down the hall get obliterated. Not much time. Not much at all.

“Peter? Sweetheart. It's not your fault. This is on me. Okay?”

“But!”

“Hush. Not your fault. I have to call Harry now. Stay amazing. I've always admired your bravery. Tell Montana I'm sorry. And tell Tinkerer I love him.”

And Quentin ducks into a room, blocks the door with a table, and finds a cabinet to hide in. Not the best but it will buy him a few seconds. He calls Harry. It takes a moment. He knows his kid is at work. He could just leave a message. But he has to hope-

“Dad? I'm at work, but I got a moment. What's up?”

“Harry. I want you to know that I love you. And that I'm so proud of you.”

His voice shakes as he whispers in the dark. His kid immediately panics.

“Dad??? What's happening? Why do you sound-”

“And whatever happens, I know you can handle it. Montana and Tinkerer will be there for you. Darling, you're amazing and I could not be prouder to have a son so talented as you.”

Harry seems to catch on that this might be their last chance to speak.

“Dad. I love you too. Your best dad a teen like me could ask for. But- You can't leave me!”

The words warm his heart and tears burn his eyes at the note of desperation at the end.

“I don't want to. Never think that I wanted to, my little hare. I just-”

The door of the room shutters and Quentin hears it cracking. He closes his eyes, trying to remember any other last words he has. Harry starts begging him to stay. To tell him what is happening. Quentin curls into himself tighter.

“I want you to be happy. That is my only wish. No matter what happens to me today at the hands of Ock, try to find a way to be happy, okay? You deserve happiness. And your biological father was always wrong about you.”

And then the door explodes into the room and the whole cabinet shudders. His heart stutters as his name is called.

“Quentin!”

Anger and coaxing coil along each syllable. His body shivers. Harry is still in his ear repeating over and over love and begging him not to go. To stay. Quentin wishes it were that simple. He manages a final whisper.

“I love you.”

And the cabinet is ripped open by an octobot. It grabs him and yanks him out. His phone falls from his grasp and his arms are pinned to his sides as he is forced to kneel. The bot presses into his chest. Ock stands before him, goggles hiding his eyes completely.

“Quentin. You knew.”

A statement. The tone is cold. Calculating. Quentin narrows his eyes in defiance. His silence speaks for him. Ock frowns. And one of the actuators reaches out to his wrist and suddenly the black dragon is taken and held. It squirms and shreiks.

“You have no need for this.”

Ock crushes it and Quentin lets out a small noise of pain. Now they might think him dead. And that bot had been a faithful companion. The loss hurts. His eyes follow it to the floor when it falls. Ock grabs his chin with a human hand and forces him to look back up at him.

“You knew and said nothing. I am very disappointed in you Quentin.”

“Why would it be my place to spill secrets? If a fool knows a secret, he tells it because he is a fool.”

Quentin hisses back. Ock’s stare burns. It burns deep and Quentin feels his heart singing a beat far too quick to monitor. Ock frowns.

“What other secrets have you kept from me?” His tone is gentle and soft. Quentin snarls and the actuator twitches.

“You're going to have to kill me. I will not speak.”

He has so many secrets to keep. So many that are not his own. Ock tilts his head and looks a touch sad. The doctor kneels, coming to eye level.

“Oh, no. I could never kill you, Quentin. I like you far too much. I find very few people agreeable to work with in a lab setting. You would make a fine apprentice.”

The octobot grows warmer and Quentin feels heavier.

“I’ve already got a mentor.”

Quentin bites back. Ock hums, hand shifting from his chin to his hair to give a gentle pat.

“You will reconsider with time. But for now, I must address this business of Peter being the arachnid without you hurting yourself by getting in the way.”

Quentin snarls and then finds himself tiring. He struggles against it and then starts to slump.

“Ahh, there we go. Rest Quentin. All is well.”

His body no longer listens as Ock shifts so that he is slumping into the doctor’s side.

“Oh but what is this?”

The man picks up his phone and Quentin’s heart stills as he sees that Harry is still on the line. His tongue is thick and unwieldy, but his heart is desperate. Desperate for a few more seconds of his child’s voice. Desperate for his child to be alright.

“Harry.”

A thick whisper. Ock glances at him and then places the phone on speaker. Harry’s fearful babbling and tears etch into Quentin’s frozen, drugged bones. A tear burns his cheek.

“Harry?”

Ock’s tone is soft, lying. Harry falls silent immediately.

“Quentin is safe.”

“If you do anything to my dad, no one will remember that you ever walked this earth. I will scrub your essence away from this universe and any other I can find.”

Harry’s tone is dark and powerful. The curse of a witch. Ock does not seem to sense it. Or ignores it.

“He will be fine. He just needs to be kept safe for a little bit. You will see him again.”

“Yeah, I f*cking will. He’s my dad, and there is not a force on Earth that can convince me to let him be taken from me. F*ck you. Im going to burn you alive! Damn your ashes to hell!”

Quentin feels a laugh slip out despite it all. His son. A delight. And dramatic just like him. Ock raises an eyebrow at him and speaks again, interrupting Harry’s tirade.

“We’re hanging up now. Any final words.”

A pause.

“Mea luna. I asked for what was promised and you gave it to me. And that means more to me than anything else dad. I love you.”

And Ock hangs up.

“Mea luna? My moon? What does that mean?”

But Quentin is collapsing into sleep. He could not answer the question even if he wished to.

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Billy was in a bad mood. It was the first week of summer which was bad enough with the crowds of people flocking to the pool. But on top of that Adam expected Billy to spend all week training three new lifeguards, one of whom was you, who he knew for a fact needed swimming lessons.

Billy had his suspicions about why Adam hired you. Within three days of working at the pool you had the same effect on the dads in town he had on the moms. He hadn’t minded working with you at first. At least he knew you. The other two just gawked uselessly at him. You irritatingly asked question after question hoping to get everything right the first time. That’s what he’d liked about you back in highschool when you’d trailed around after Carol Perkins. You were a people pleaser. He liked when people tried to please him.

If he heard his name again today he felt like he might actually kill someone. Billy stepped under the water of the staff shower, stripping out of his clothes, hoping the movement of the water drilling down on his skin would relax him. The smell of chlorine washed off and Billy sighed, staring up at the shower head. He heard the staff room door open out at the front then the door to the staff shower room opened.

“Billy? Are you in here?” You asked no doubt sent by the others to appease him as he’d already screamed at one of the new lifeguards today. He could hear you running. Six times today he’d told you not to run. Billy shut off the water as he grabbed his towel and grumbled under his breath. Before he could wrap the towel around himself you hurried past and slipped. Billy’s arm shot out and his hand grabbed at your arm to lessen the blow of your fall.

“How many times do I need to tell you not to fucking run.” Billy said slowly. His voice was harsh and he watched as you looked up at him with wide eyes. For a moment he wondered if perhaps he hadn’t caught you as well as he thought and you’d smacked your head as you looked doe eyed and startled. Looking down at himself he realised it was most likely the fact that he was stark naked and you landed pretty much in eye level with his dick. “You look confused. Is this the first time you’ve seen someone naked?”

“No. no.” You stuttered. Billy smirked a little. That was definitely a yes.

“What do you want?” He asked. He still had a firm grip on your arm but you made no effort to move. He watched your eyes stray down his body a few times but he could see you desperately trying to look anywhere else but his dick. You looked up at him dumbly and he sighed. “You came running in here for something.”

“I don’t remember.” You said quietly and looked quite embarrassed. Billy smiled to himself realising he was the one who had dazed you. “Oh. Adam said he wanted you.”

“What the fuck does he want now.” Billy’s words made you look more startled as he forced you up to your feet and let you go, wrapping his towel around himself. “Well?”

“He. wants you to show the new lifegard how to lock up the pool floats.” You answered quietly. He glared at you as you opened your mouth to add to the list but he held up his finger.

“Tell that motherfucker that I have been here training you morons since six am. He’s lucky I’ve stayed fifteen minutes after closing and not quit on him like everyone else.” Billy snapped. He looked down at the towel for a moment, securing it and reaching for his trunks that lay in a wet heap at the bottom of the shower. He swore when he looked up and you were gone.

As he went to his locker he heard the staff doors opening. He glanced at the shower doors expecting Adam to come in and yell at him. You burst through instead, still running. You slipped again skidding and keeping your balance but almost colluding face first into Billy’s chest because he refused to move and you were a good foot and half shorter than him.

“No running.” You said sheepishly before Billy could open his mouth to say it. He rolled his eyes and opened his locker. “What did he say?”

“Um. He. He said, ``You have to stay?” You stuttered it in a way that made Billy glare down at you. He leaned in, looking you in the eye with a face of thunder. His finger wrapped around your wrist to stop you fleeing. “Is that really what he said?” Billy asked. He could tell that you were lying. You were easy to read. Your eyes were wide and you stood in his grip like a caught baby rabbit. Nodding slowly he mimicked you, nodding his head with a fiery look in his eyes. Slowly, through gritted teeth he said. “What. Exactly did he say to you?”

“He. He said that he was going home and you had to finish up and he doesn’t give a. Sh. shit that you have been her all day. If everything on his list doesn’t get done he’ll dock your pay for the whole week.” You stuttered out, shrinking under Billy’s glare. It made Billy smile a little when you stuttered and almost whispered the word shit as if it was the first time you’d sworn. The smile didn’t last long though as he stormed towards the exit still in just a towel. “But we almost locked up the snack bar and got the pool floats away and we…” You were babbling on as you hurried after Billy. Running yet again to keep pace with him. He turned so suddenly you yelped audibly as he glared at you.

“Stay there.” He snapped at you and walked to the shower room doors. He could hear you plodding after him so he turned. “I said stay. Fucking. There!” He snapped and pointed to a spot on the floor, pulling you to stand on it. He gestured with a pointed finger that you should stay. Doing what he asked, seeing as he looked furious you waited. You could hear him yelling and screaming at people outside the doors. He was gone so long that your feet started to ache. You hopped from one foot to the other wondering if Billy was serious about you staying put. Just as you decided that maybe you could leave and ask to not be on the same shift as Billy for a while he burst back into the room.

“At least one of you can fucking listen.” He grumbled as he passed you. Pausing to grab your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks a little. “Good girl.” His words made your body tingle pleasantly.

“Can I go now?” You asked. He sighed, yanking his stuff out of his locker and stomping towards the doors.

“No. You go home when I do.” He said. As he passed you by he paused and sighed. “You can follow me now.”

“Have you worked here long? Adam did my interview. I was supposed to work at the front desk but he said I was too cute to not wear a lifeguard uniform…” You spoke quickly and about nothing that interested Billy. Though he did see the appeal of you in a uniform. You were cute. Not in a bend me over and fuck me kind of way but in a way that made Billy want to see if he could shove his entire dick down your throat to shut you up and see how wide your pretty eyes could go. In all honesty he wanted nothing more than to shove you in the pool and leave you there as your constant chattering and questions irritated him more than he could admit even to himself. When he heard a squeal and splash Billy stopped. Looked at his outstretched hand and then at you, flailing in the pool as you sank down in the water.

“Fuck.” He said. He honestly hadn’t actually meant to or even intended to shove you in but there you were. Dropping his towel on the side of the pool he jumped in, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up. You spluttered and flailed, smacking him in the face which was when he pinched at your nose. “Breathe through your mouth and cough that shit up you’ll get sick.” Billy instructed. You did and he felt you calm, before you processed, what happened and tried to wriggle out of arms despite the fact that if he let you go, you would sink again.

“You pushed me in! Into the deep end too! I can’t even touch the bottom.” You sounded so pitiful and your stupid pretty eyes were looking so big and teary eyed that something in Billy twinged.

“I didn’t mean to.” He admitted. Not willing to apologise. You were snuffling like you might cry and your eyes welled with tears. “I’ll get you out.” He swam awkwardly with you clinging to him and pried you off so he could sit you on the side of the pool. He heaved himself out, rolling his eyes when you squeaked, seeing he’d jumped in naked. He snatched up his towel and threw it down on one of the sunbeds. Laying down he looked over at you. He was no longer in a rush to go home. His roommate would be leaving in an hour to start their night shift so if he waited another thirty minutes, he wouldn’t even see them until the next evening.

“I want to go home now. Everyone else has gone.” You said quietly. He should let you go.

“You leave when I leave.” He snapped. Closing his eyes he scolded himself. All week you’d done in his head and he wanted nothing more than to get rid of you. “Go into the front office and get the blue key.”

You hurried off, relieved to be away from Billy for a moment. Returning with it he sent you to a cupboard which, when you turned the key, did something to the pool. He didn’t tell you what. Then he sent you to fetch a yellow key to turn all the lights off and lastly a green key to lock up all the doors. “Good.” Billy said to you as he got up. He carried his bag and towel to the front desk and dumped it down, fishing in the bag for his boxers. Billy headed into the back pulling them on as he slumped down in the office chair to change the pool cameras from manual to auto overnight. You followed him in and watched curiously. He motioned you over and explained that during the day someone watches the cameras but during the night they move on their own but they have to swapped over and it took a few minutes. Before you could ask him a million questions Billy yanked you to sit between his legs and showed you what he was doing.

“Would you like a lift home?” Billy asked casually. You looked over your shoulder at him.

“If I say yes will you push me in front of your car?” You asked. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“I might if you keep talking to me like that. I’m sorry I pushed you in the pool. I was having a bad day.” Billy grumbled. He saw you smile and you twisted between his legs to face him better.

“So if. I had a bad day. I can push you in the pool?” You asked. Billy chuckled.

“Unlike you I wouldn’t sink. I doubt you could push me in anyway. You’re not very big.” Billy pinched a little at your arm which you pulled away from his fingers. The computer beeped and Billy lifted you out of his lap so he could shut everything else down. Then he grabbed his things and headed out to the carpark. He turned to see you following him. You had grabbed your bag on the way out, a pink backpack on with flowers all over it, of all things. He rolled his eyes but smiled a little. It suited you.

“Where to?” He asked as he pulled out of the car park.

“On the corner next to the Hideaway pub.” You answered. Billy nodded, needing no more direction than that.

“I pass by here on my way to work. I could pick you up.” Billy offered. For the next month Billy pulled up outside, slammed on the horn and made you run out to the car or he’d leave you. He’d drop you home too. He even gave you a few hours of swimming lessons though he refused to let you sit in the lifeguard chair as he deemed you ‘shiter at swimming than a dead fish’. The only thing you really hadn’t managed to get to grips with was Adam. He cornered you at every opportunity, giving you tasks that meant you’d have to hang around with him.

“(Y/N). Good job.” Adam said. You’d finished the paperwork he’d given you, keeping you in the office with him all morning, organising it meticulously. He dumped it on his desk and as you turned to leave to get on with your next job you felt his hand slap down on your ass. You felt yourself heat up with anger. The last time he did that you’d turned around and told him not to but he simply seemed amused. Storming off you rounded the pool, angry tears pricking your eyes as you tried to move onto your next task without bursting into tears. Seeing Billy by the pool edge talking with another lifeguard you suddenly understood why he’d shoved you. So you made the terribly smart decision of shoving Billy into the pool. In front of everyone. Billy stumbled, not expecting to be shoved and fell in with a large splash while you hurried to the back store room.

Billy stormed in after you, his face furious, water dripping from him, pooling on the floor around his feet. He stopped when he saw you had tears on your cheeks and your chest heaving as you clenched your fists.

“Is that what you look like angry because it’s pathetic.” Billy snapped. You turned away from him and he rolled his eyes, spotting something on your leg. “What happened?” “Adam won't leave me alone.” You mumbled and pulled at your swimming costume. Billy’s calloused fingers stroked gently over the skin that Adam had slapped so harshly, it had come up in a slight hand shaped lump. “I tried to find somewhere else to work but no one is hiring.” You said trying not to burst into tears. Billy didn’t say anything for a while as you stayed in the store room and sniffled. He did however suddenly put a hand out, slamming the door on whoever tried to get in and giving you more privacy.

“Are you done crying? If he sees you it’ll just make him do it more.” Billy warned. You frowned at him.

“Why?” You asked in a still shaky voice. Billy sighed. He wasn’t quite sure how to break it to you that your big eyes and pretty lips made you the exact kind of girl that men wanted choking down on their dicks with tears in your eyes so crying in front of Adam would have the exact opposite effect if you wanted him to stay away.

“He’s a fucking ass.” He answered instead. Rolling his tongue over his teeth Billy came to the conclusion that hiding out from Adam in a place so small would be just as bad seeing as it entices him to chase. “Stand here.” Billy barked firmly and pointed to a spot in front of him.

“Why?” You asked, doing exactly as he asked despite questioning him.

“Because I said so. Here.” He reached up and wiped the tears out of your eyes, telling you to look up and count to five. The watery tears in your eyes seemed to vanish and he nodded. “If he does it again, punch him in the dick.” Was all he said before leaving you alone.

Billy was supposed to leave before closing. His shift ended hours ago but he stayed put, trying to keep an eye on you. While you were supposed to help Adam lock up you noticed Billy lingering. He eventually managed to get Adam to leave while he sorted the cameras. Once you finished locking up you came to the office and took a seat between Billy’s legs to watch the camera’s change over. It was a habit that the two of you had developed over the last month. You leaned back into his chest and Billy rested his hands on your legs.

“Billy?” You asked curiously. Billy sighed. He hated that tone of voice. It either ment you were going to ask him something stupid or he was going to have to help you with something.

“Yes sweetheart.” He said in a condescending voice that made you tingle.

“Do you think if I had sex with someone else who worked at the pool Adam would get annoyed and leave me alone?” You asked. Billy narrowed his eyes and frowned at you suspiciously. You’d been a little clingy after the whole eyeful of his dick you’d gotten during your first week but it hadn’t come up again since then. His ego had told him you’d try to jump his bones as soon as you could but you never asked.

“Maybe. If you picked the right person.” Billy muttered honestly. Turning so that your cheek was against his chest and he had to look down to see your face, you pointed across the room.

“What if we did it in front of that camera?” You asked, pointing right at the camera in the corner of the office. There it was, Billy thought. He’d been waiting for you to pull something like this. Admittedly he didn’t think he would ever feel so attached when it happened. “I bet if I gave you a blow job on the camera he'd get really pissed.”

Billy stared at you as the cogs in his mind whirred. When you looked back up at him he had an odd expression on his face. Manhandling you to face him, making you straddle his thigh so you could kneel on the chair he grinned.

“You’re a little fuck bunny.” Billy said with amusement. You shook your head slowly and frowned at him. “Yes you fucking are. You look all cute and innocent but you want to fuck more than I do.”

“No.” You said quietly. Billy smiled and looked at you up and down. His head tilted to one side and a mocking look crossed his face as he shifted you to one side of the chair and he slid his hands into his swimming trunks. You sat back on his thigh and watched his face as he grasped himself in his trunks and started to pump himself. Billy had assumed if he was right your hand would have followed his hand into his shorts but you looked at him with sparkly eyes and a fascination with the way that someone would if they were having their first time with a person they really liked. Billy had seen it enough times when he’d hook up. Maybe you just hadn’t found the right person to wind you up and set you loose yet. He could feel you getting wet through your swimming trunks on his thigh just from the sound of him moaning.

He kept a large hand on your back keeping you steady as you fidgeted trying to find friction on his thick thigh while watching the way his eyes fluttered with each pump of his hand. Maybe he was wrong. Billy thought to himself. Maybe it was just him that made you horny he thought as he watched the way your eyes scanned over his chest and back to his face, not once down to his hand in his shorts. It frustrated him a little that you wouldn’t want to see him jerk off. Pulling his trunks down awkwardly he shifted in the swivel chair moving so you could lay your head on his shoulder and watch him jerk off.

“Here.” He said almost gently as you continued to squirm, getting wetter at the sight of his dick than he thought you would. Moving his hand from your back guiding your hand to the side of your swimming costume. He pulled at the elastic, one thick finger gently stroking between your folds, finding your clit expertly, stroking over the bundle of nerves a few times as if he couldn’t help himself. You sank against his chest and Billy hummed at the way you caved into him. “Touch yourself.” He said with a firm voice. His fingers stopped and guided your own to replace his.

He moved so he could watch you, leaning against him and circling the bud of nerves, your face contorting with different expressions as you tried your best to copy the way his practised fingers had touched you. He smiled when he realised you weren’t quite as good as him. When you tried to coax his hand back to touch you he chuckled.

“Please.” You asked with big doe eyes and a pout. He let go of his dick and gripped your arm pulling you flush with his chest and higher on your knees.

“Jerk me off and I’ll touch you. If you stop, I stop. Understand?” He asked with a firm, commanding voice. You nodded against his shoulder as he let you tuck your head under his chin so you could be close to him again. Sliding his hand down your arm he grasped your hand guiding you to wrap your hand around his shaft. He sighed pleasantly when you started to slowly pump him. “Good girl.”

You tried to focus on the way you pumped Billy, gently squeezing him and twisting your wrist slightly, his hips rocked up to your hand and he made pleasant gasps and moans. As he promised Billy’s fingers returned to your core but this time instead of focusing on your clit he stroked up and down your slit, teasing your hole. The noises that you made in response to each stroke made his cock twitch, precum started to gather at the tip as he got harder. The sight of him so hard made you whimper.

“You want me to fuck you (Y/N)?” Billy asked as you grew wetter and squirmed more under his touch. You nodded against his neck. “Ok sweetheart.” Pulling his hand away from your core he gripped one of your legs, moving you so you straddled his waist. He could have used his fingers to stretch you out. He thought to himself as he pulled your swimming costume all the way to the side and lined himself with your entrance. He could have but the thought of your pussy stretching around him was too much to pass up. He gripped your hips, guiding you down onto him slowly. Your nails dug into his shoulders, scratching across his arms and chest. He smiled to himself as he thought about the fact that tomorrow he’d be showing up to work, his only shift you weren’t working together, with your marks all over him.

“Billy!” You gasped as you clung to him. You pulled away to look at him with wide eyes, panicking a little. “You’re too big.” You said in your sweet voice. Billy hummed pleasantly at those words and shushed you as he smiled, almost flattered by the panic.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. Just relax.” He said in his nasal tone he used when he was talking down to someone he thought much stupider than him. He started to gently thrust up into you, each time burying his cock deeper until with the last thrust he buried himself fully inside you and you collapsed against his chest with a soft moan. His hand squeezed at your ass cheek and he took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being deep inside you. Your walls clenched and relaxed around his cock while he relaxed, his breath hitching but even you were a little mess in his arms. Stroking up your arms Billy, making sure only your back was visible to the camera, pulled your swimming costume down and pressing you flush against his chest. The feeling of your soft, warm body pressed against him made Billy’s cock twitch and your walls clench around him. He heard the beeping of the camera letting him know that the office camera had now turned off and the security had switched to automatic but Billy didn’t move.

“Billy?” You mumbled.

“Yeah.” He answered, stomach churning that you might ask to get up.

“The camera’s are done, we can go home.” You were still pressed against him in his arms and made no effort to move an inch. Billy’s hand stroked up and down your back. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but it had been a while since someone had been this gentle with him.

“I know.” Billy muttered. The two of you stayed clung together until the lights turned off. Billy heard you giggled slightly and decided it would be best to finish what he started. He couldn’t see your face as it was so dark but he felt your forehead pressed against his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, thrusting up into you. Your hands ran up and down his arms, across his chest and over his shoulders as if you needed to touch him desperately. As your walls clenched around him you let out the softest sweetest sigh of his name and drove him to the edge. The coil that had wound tighter and tighter snapped and he came, filling you with hot spurts as he continued to thrust into you, riding his high, hearing you break and crumble as well, your nails bit into his shoulder blades as his grip on you slackened in his haze. Billy's eyes fell shut and he moved to hold you firmly by your hips, keeping them sunk down on his softened dick as he caught his breath. When he was ready he pulled himself from you, pulling his swim trunks up and fixing your costume, secretly rather pleased that his cum mixed with yours was seeping into the fabric. Your legs were too shaky for him to make you stand so once he was done pulling the straps of your costume up back over your arms he picked you up and carried you to his car. He left you there without a word as he went to fetch your things before coming back and put them in the back of the car as he got in and drove to your apartment. He didn’t even bother turning on the radio like he usually did on the ride home.

“Think you can manage to get inside without me carrying you?” He asked suddenly as he pulled up outside your apartment.

“Yes.” You said quietly. When you looked at him you could make out scratches all over his arms and shoulders in the dim light of the street lamp.

“They’ll be gone in a couple of days. You didn’t maim me too badly.” Billy said. He chuckled when you looked relieved that you hadn’t hurt him.

“I have the day off tomorrow.” You said when you had nothing better to say.

“I know. I could drop by after my shift?” Billy asked. You nodded and let him move closer, leaning over the stick shift as he reached a hand to cup the back of your head and kiss you.

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the-lil-exorcist · 2 months

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Punk Tactics || Solo

TIMING: Lil's sophomore year of high school. LOCATION: The High school, outside near the fields. SUMMARY: Lil steps into help the exchange student with bullying. Turns out Jamie and her have to get to training anyway. CONTENT WARNINGS: eye trauma tw (black eye)

Lil really needed to get home. After all, Jacob had been pretty set on her training starting when the sun set, and as winter approached that time was getting earlier and earlier. Still, she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t see how the two bullies in the grade seemed to circle around the new kid - a boy Lil didn’t remember the name of. She heard their plan and how they thought he looked rich enough to have some money on him.

That - and he was apparently freaky. Something Lil noted in her head as she had gone to the second period. She couldn’t be sure, but part of her wondered if he was - well like her. Her dad had mentioned something about a … Hare? She hadn’t been paying attention but if that was the case she really should help him. She’d been off detention for a good long while now, so she really shouldn’t get into too much trouble anyway.

She was going to have to miss the bus, and with a quick text to Jonas she sighed and turned to the football field to see if she couldn’t find that kid and stop them from getting jumped. Her dad was just going to have to deal with her being a little late, and besides she was sure Jonas would get their mom to come get her before sunset anyway.

She could hear them before she could see them. Lil didn’t pay much attention to decorum at the best of time, but when she heard the sound of a kick hitting flesh she skidded around the corner dropping her bag with an obnoxiousness she usually reserved for times like this. The kid on the ground hunched himself more at the interruption as the other two idiots turned around at the new person.

Huh, maybe he was holding back. He had to have been to know how to block like that, at least familiar with fighting. He was tall, pale as snow with dark cropped hair. Lil could swear she’d seen him before - but that was something to deal with later.

“Hey Jackasses, What the hell are you doing to the new kid?” Lil said, stalking closer to the two

“None of your business, Princess -” One of them started to say while the other poked his ribs with his elbow. “Idiot - don’t -” The other started trying to shush them, but not before Lil heard them.

“Princess?” Lil said with a tilt of her head, a grin spreading on her lips as she cracked her knuckles. “I didn’t know I was royalty. You may want to reconsider that.”

It didn't take long for the other two kids to call her crazy and back away. Lil didn't usually win most fights, but she had a reputation of making everyone loose them. That and most kids at the school were rightfully uneasy by her.

It was mostly misunderstandings, but still watching the two run she looked to the exchange student and reach out to help him up his green eyes wide when seeing her.

“What’s your name, Kid?” Lil said her hand reaching out for the other, ignoring the fact he was clearly confused by her on many accounts. Probably even how she was able to pull him up as well. She could tell despite his height, he wasn't very strong.

She'd need to help him on that, or at least get Jane too.

“Ah - O’Hare - Jameson O’Hare,” the boy said with a strange lilt that Lil thought must be Irish. At that, Lil remembered this was the kid her dad had said would be here for a while to train, and that he must be an exorcist in training.

With a wide smile Lil said, “Nice to meet you - “Do you go by your full name?” She said pulling out a first aid kit out of her backpack, keeping the focus on him instead of herself. Keeping her focus on him she frowned up seeing scrapes that were bleeding and being concerned that his nose might be broken.

“Oh - No I usually go by Jamie - but-”

“Well Jamie you’re going to have to be more careful. I’m sure people warned you about this town, but there’s a lot of batshit things happening here. You gotta learn how to fucking block at the very least - Ah you’re gonna get a black eye.” Lil said, reaching up to gently press her hand to Jamie’s face with one of the alcohol wipes causing him to wince. Still tapping his nose she could tell that it wasn’t broken even if he tried to swipe her hand away.

She sighed, putting the kit away, and giving the boy a pat on the head as he scowled at her “Sorry - I didn’t mean to mom you. Anyway you should be okay. You’re the exchange student right?”

Before he could say anything, Lil’s phone rang out - an obnoxious alarm going on that could only mean one thing.

Picking up the phone ringing she said, “Yeah - Dad - I’m not in detention. Why would I lie about that? Yeah the bullies - “. Sighing as she realized that June hadn’t gotten to the car in time her shoulders slumped a little. She wanted to be able to talk to Jamie, and Jacob would make it hard too.

“Yup I’ll be in the car in a second- Hey new kid! Come on I’ll get you a ride home” She said as Jamie tried to walk away. Nodding her head she pointed to the car skirting into the parking lot. Jamie , to his credit, tried to gesture that he was fine, but Lil looped her hand into the handle of his backpack and started walking the two to the car. She must have surprised the other again, because it wasn’t at all hard to do. “ Dad - Dad he just got jumped. I don’t think it would really be wise to let him walk - Come on.”

Hearing that her dad wouldn’t stop she sighed and said, “O’Hare. His name Is Jameson O’Hare. Yeah the one - Yeah - Well I was trying to not embarrass him - Well I did just see him get his ass handed to him - Thank you.” She ended the call and rolled her eyes slightly with a huff. “Weirdo I swear.”

“Hey - are you sure?” Jamie said softly, still letting the much smaller girl drag him.

“ ‘Course. I was gonna walk you home, Idiot. Those two are assholes, I wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t just waiting for you down the road.” Lil said and paused for a moment. “That and your dad knows mine. I’m sorry - I didn’t say this earlier but I’m Lil - Lil Ballard. We’re both late for training tonight. I really don’t want to go to that alone, so get into the car. If you do, I promise I’ll get you some pastries from my mom’s bakery. Welcome to hell, new kid. Hope you're ready.”

#look at how my tears ricochet; solo #all that is shown to me; paras #eye trauma tw #also Jacob warning for being an ass lmao #the wlw mlm friendship that started so much tomfoolery #Lil's slightly younger by the way but would still call him kid

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crossover-enthusiast · 1 year

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"I found this in Bob's chest" PATTY HOLD ON THE AMULET WAS IN BOB?

Did he choose it? Was it forced? Is it what inspired his cannibalism? Was he always like this? Was he a part of the cult before, or was he taken by them?

You know when I first heard that line I thought Patty misspoke and she meant it was on Bob's chest, you know under his sweater -- then I remember we actually see his chest earlier in the episode bc of Lila smashing him with the frying pan and there's nothing there, so no it had to be in him, which is honestly fascinating?

This implies there's someone with at least decent medical knowledge in the cult, so we might get a more in depth look into the hospital Patty works at later--

But ah, on your point- I have no idea!! We know Bob and Mr. Clown knew each other back when Lila was a kid, but whether either of them were in the cult at the time -- whether the cult even existed back then (considering how cults work it most likely did, tbh) -- is a bit more hazy

That one Pelo doodle confirms that they'd been in a cult for a while by the time Skid's dad was in charge at least, but there's not a lot to go off beyond that

I could honestly see it being both forced and him choosing it? My personal theory is that Bob was a test subject for actually putting the amulets inside people, since he was a big guy and thus whoever was doing the procedure could afford a little wiggle room; meanwhile Bob went along with it because it meant he could go forward with his killings with the amulet's protection, without the worry of it getting removed or broken up if it was just under his sweater.

This one is more just me musing on him being named after the demon of gluttony, but I could see Bob always having cannibalistic desires, but it wasn't something he indulged in until after he joined the cult

#Spooky Month #Bob #Patty #Theory

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overgrowth-wc · 1 year

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Snowdrift has his plot fueled dream, and meets someone he's always wanted to.

Snowdrift opened his eyes, eager to finally see Starclan’s ethereal hunting grounds. Instead, however, the glow of the Moonstone filled his sight. For a moment the weight of his disappointment threatened to crush him- had he been sent no dreams? Did Starclan not find him worthy of his position?

Behind him, someone cleared their throat.

Snowdrift nearly leapt out of his fur, spinning around clumsily. He vaguely noticed that none of the other medicine cats were there anymore- have they all left? His thoughts abruptly cut short, however, when he saw the cat sitting a few tail lengths away.

He was a gigantic snowy white tom, his warm eyes a dark, glowing amber. He was looking at Snowdrift like he might simply burst with pride, and something in Snowdrift’s mind clicked into place.

“… Dad?” he mewed, hesitantly stepping forward. “I mean- you’re… you’re Snowcloud, right?” The tom gave him a slow nod. While Snowdrift had never met his father, he had heard plenty of stories about him from his mother. She had told him and Cloudclaw about how Snowcloud, the former deputy, had died alongside his best friend Brackenheart defending the nursery from a pair of foxes only a week before they had been born. Tales of his father’s heroism, kindness, and virtue had followed him from birth, building Snowcloud up as an almost mythical figure in his eyes: larger than life, but also so terribly far away.

That didn’t matter now, however, seeing as his father was sitting a scant few tail lengths away. Snowdrift decided to take advantage of the situation to do something he had always wanted to do.

He lunged forward, shooting across the distance and skidding to a halt right before he crashed into Snowcloud, shoving his head under his chin with a rumbling purr. Your father gave the best hugs, Whitefoot had told him, voice warm but eyes sad. I’ve never felt as safe as I did when I was with him. If Snowcloud was surprised he didn’t show it, instead letting out a purr of his own. He wrapped one of his paws around Snowdrift’s shoulders, pulling him closer as he gave him a fond lick between the ears.

“My son,” he rumbled, voice trembling, “I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am to finally meet you.” Snowdrift pulled away at that, whiskers twitching in excitement as he looked up- the first time I’ve had to look up at someone in a long time- to meet his father’s eyes.

“Me too! I can’t wait to tell Mom, and Cloudclaw- he’ll be so jealous!” he blurted out, eyes shining. Snowcloud laughed at his enthusiasm, shaking his head fondly.

“Now then, don’t rub it in his face too much. Warriors don’t have the same connection to Starclan as medicine cats do, after all. Do tell him that I am very proud of him, though, and give my love to your mother. I miss you all very much.” His eyes dimmed, a slight frown stealing over his face. “I don’t regret dying to protect you, but I do regret not being there for you when you were growing up.” Snowdrift opened his mouth to protest, but Snowcloud continued. “As happy as I am to see you, however, this is not just a familial reunion. I have a message for you.”

Snowdrift froze. That was right- this was his naming ceremony night, for the stars sake, this was no time to get carried away! He straightened up, schooling his expression and giving his father a serious nod. A flicker of amusement passed across Snowcloud’s face before he sobered. When he spoke, it sounded like every word weighed like a stone in his mouth.

“Snowdrift, medicine cat of Thunderclan. The Clans stray towards the edge of disaster. Our enemies work in the shadows and threaten the very foundation of our way of life. No one will be spared the consequences, from the smallest kit to the greatest leader. And, I am afraid, they have already made their first move. This is not something you can stop on your own: it is imperative you find the others to help you stop them before they succeed in their plans.”

The light from the Moonstone suddenly went out, and the cavern plunged into darkness.

“The light of the stars must never go out, or the Clans will be forever in the dark.”

Icy fear trickled down Snowdrift’s spine, and his fur fluffed out in unease. He could no longer sense his father’s presence before him, his scent rapidly fading.

“Dad?” he called, his voice echoing back in the empty space. The little spark of unease suddenly roared into a blaze of unexpected terror, and he tore out of the cavern, stumbling along the familiar paths of the Mothermouth in his haste. He burst out of the cliff face and into the weak light of the half moon, gasping for breath as his fear slowly began to subside. As he tried to catch his breath, he felt something start to wind its way around his leg. Looking down in alarm, he was met with the sight of a plant growing up and around his leg. He pulled himself from its grasp, only to stumble back as more sprouted from the ground, the plant seemingly trying to snare him. Snowdrift began to run, his earlier terror returning as more sprouts erupted from the ground around him. The sharp scent hit his nose, and he recognized what it was.

Mint.

He kept running, the mint kept growing; it consumed everything in its path, covering everything it touched like fire in a dry forest. He raced across the farm: the mint followed behind him, the barn quickly overtaken in green. As he crossed into Windclan territory the mint started growing faster, now creeping past his flanks as if it were trying to surround him. The world around him grew darker, as the mint obscured the landscape and the stars started to wink out, one by one. Everything on the moor was overtaken- the heather, the gorse, the wild roses, the rocks, the burrows- nothing was spared. Snowdrift finally burst into the hollow at Fourtrees, the mint tangling around his paws. He stumbled and then slid all the way down the slope into the hollow, rolling to a stop in a tangled heap. He looked up, and was greeted with a horrible sight.

The Great Boulder was completely covered in mint, and it was slowly creeping its way up the trunks of the Four Oaks. Snowdrift was also being slowly covered by it where he lay, too exhausted to fight his way out of it. As it covered his back and wound its way around his throat, past his chin, around his eyes, he heard his father whisper in his ear.

“Find them.”

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Snowdrift shot awake with a gasp, almost choking on the thick scent of mint that still clung to his nostrils. What in the name of all that is holy was that, he mentally hissed, trying to shake off the fear and panic he had felt as the mint consumed him. Beside him, Softgaze yawned, slowly coming out of her own dreams. He managed to compose himself as the others too began to wake, the cavern soon echoing with their yawns and murmurs.

“Snowdrift! How was your naming night?” Came a cheery voice to his left. He looked down to see the Shadowclan medicine cat, Fernfire, staring up at him expectantly. Fernfire was a strange fellow: unfailingly cheery, with an eager laugh and quick but gentle wit. That was strange for a Shadowclan cat, but Fernfire very obviously hadn’t been born there. His bright golden fur was odd enough amongst the typically dark pelts of his clanmates, but it was his short legs, half the size they should be, that truly betrayed his foreign birth. Snowdrift hesitated, struggling to come up with a response that wouldn’t give away too much information. The silence between them was starting to stretch, though Fernfire was seemingly unbothered by the pause.

“I met my father,” Snowdrift finally said, “he died before I was born.” Fernfire nodded amicably, purring as he spoke.

“Ah, I am quite happy for you then! I suppose that it is one unspoken perk of being a medicine cat- our loved ones are never really out of reach, even in death.”

Snowdrift nodded, shooting quick glances at Softgaze as she slowly creaked her way into a sitting position. He was anxious to get home so that he could share the message he had received with her. His mentor, observant as always, sensed his desire to leave.

“Alright then,” she announced, “we’ve all had quite the night, and I know these old bones would rather be in their nest than on this cold floor.”

There was a murmur of agreement from the others, and Snowdrift lead the way out of the Mothermouth. The walk home seemed to last an eternity. He bid quick goodbyes to the others, trying not to be rude, and set as brisk of a pace across Thunderclan territory as he could, given Softgaze’s age. She didn’t comment on his anxiety, simply plodding along at his side in silence. As they grew closer to camp Snowdrift heard a twig crack in the undergrowth next to them- already on edge, he leapt in front of Softgaze with his claws unsheathed, heart pounding in his ears.

“Now, is that any way to greet your deputy?” Came a smooth voice from the darkness. A molly slipped from the brush, her pale green eyes and bright white face glinting in the moonlight. Snowdrift relaxed for a moment before tensing again, a small stone settling in his stomach.

Mintfrost. Thunderclan’s deputy, daughter of Stonestar. She was a very strange choice for deputy, in Snowdrift’s opinion- she was too reserved, too aloof, too quiet to be a proper candidate for leadership. She rarely spoke outside of giving orders, and when she did it was usually in a dry drawl. She was well respected by the Clans for her cunning and success in battle, but even within her own Clan she seemed to lack any close friends. She even seemed distant from her father, which was incredibly strange in a Clan that valued family ties as much as Thunderclan did. Honestly, she had always seemed a little… off, and if Snowdrift had to pick a Thunderclan cat who was secretly up to no good, the deputy would be his first choice. Besides, his dream had been about mint overtaking everything- who else could that mean but Mintfrost?

“What are you doing up and about so late?” he heard himself ask, and internally cringed at how suspicious he sounded. Mintfrost didn’t answer, though her eyes glinted at his tone, and simply shrugged in response. After a few beats of silence, she turned around, brown tail flicking as she took the lead on the way back to camp. Snowdrift and Softgaze followed after her, Snowdrift’s thoughts racing. Ok, so I may have received at message that my deputy is trying to take over the Clans. This is super not good.

Softgaze leaned heavily on his shoulder as they picked their way down the ravine, Mintfrost waiting patiently at the bottom. She pushed her way through the entrance tunnel when they reached the bottom, bidding them a quiet goodnight when they all entered the camp clearing. She stalked over to the warrior’s den and slipped in, quiet as an owl in flight. The moment she was in, Snowdrift ushered Softgaze over and into the medicine den, turning to her immediately once they were safely inside.

“Softgaze, I-“

“Hold up a moment, dear.” Snowdrift snapped his jaws shut, looking at her in confusion.

“I’m sure you had quite the dream, but it is too late to be trying to unravel Starclan’s mysteries. It would be better to sleep now and look at everything in the morning with a full belly and clear eyes.”

Snowdrift wanted to protest, but reluctantly acquiesced, seeing the wisdom in her words. His nerves were shot, he was absolutely exhausted, and honestly, going to bed and worrying about everything tomorrow sounded incredibly tempting. He gave her a single nod and she let out a rusty purr in response. They settled into their nests, and Snowdrift was asleep the moment his head hit his mossy bed.

Mercifully, he didn’t dream.

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“Good morning, sunshine!” Someone shouted, directly into his left ear. Snowdrift nearly leapt out of his fur, letting out a strangled yowl. Heart racing, he whipped his head around to see his brother, Cloudclaw, in hysterics on the floor, pounding his front paw on the ground in his mirth. Behind him, Softgaze was snorting in amusement, a small pile of herbs in front of her.

“Be nice to your brother, dear, I’m sure he had a long night.” A soft voice came from the entrance to the den. Resolutely ignoring his still chuckling brother, Snowdrift turned to greet his mother. Whitefoot purred as he approached, standing on her tip toes to lick his cheek when he came to a stop in front of her. “We’ve been waiting to hear your name- Softgaze said that she wanted you to be able to introduce yourself to us for the first time.” Cloudclaw padded over to join them, and Snowdrift puffed out his chest in pride.

“My name is Snowdrift now!” he announced. Whitefoot and Cloudclaw let out a few cheers, Softgaze joining in, and Snowdrift couldn’t help but laugh at their enthusiasm. His good mood dissipated, however, when Cloudclaw began to speak.

“Did you have any cool dreams? What’s Starclan like? Oh, wait, did you get some crazy proph-“

“I saw Dad!” Snowdrift blurted out. Cloudclaw and Whitefoot froze, his brother’s mouth gaping open in surprise. Whitefoot’s eyes welled with tears as Cloudclaw began a rapid fire series of questions.

“What?! You saw Dad?!? What was he like? Does he look like me? Does he look like you? C’mon, Snowflake, what did he say-“

“He said he was proud of you, and that he loves and misses us.” Snowdrift decided to leave out the part about Snowcloud’s regret- his mother was already crying, no need to make it worse. “And he looks like me, Cloudpuff, so no need to get too excited.” Cloudclaw let out a huff, but seemed satisfied with the message. Whitefoot sniffed, delicately pawing her tears away before giving her son a tremulous smile.

“Well, it’s good to know he’s safe with the ancestors. I’m happy that you were able to meet him dear- he had been over the moon when I told him I was pregnant with you two, so I can only imagine how he felt to see you now.” She gave him an affectionate nudge on his shoulder. “And of course, I am very proud of you. Who could’ve thought that my son would be our medicine cat!”

Snowdrift but couldn’t help but preen under his mother’s attention- Cloudclaw had always said he was a mama’s boy, but who could blame him? Whitefoot was everything he could want in a mother, and he valued her opinion of him even more than Softgaze’s. Chatting with his family helped ease some of the anxiety he felt about the warning he had received. He had his family and his mentor there to support him- with them at his side he could do anything, even figure out the vague and ominous words of the ancestors.

Whitefoot soon departed for a hunting patrol, leaving Cloudclaw behind. He gave Snowdrift an uncharacteristically serious look before mewing, “Look, I want you to know I’m proud of you too. While I still think being a warrior is the greatest-“ Snowdrift let out a snort, “there couldn’t be great warriors without the medicine cats to help. In fact,” he continued, a familiar sparkle lighting up his eyes, “do you think you could help me with a very important problem, oh great and wise healer? I know you can’t tell anybody about it, and I want to keep it a secret for now.”

Snowdrift shook his head fondly. Trust Cloudclaw to take advantage of the confidentiality speaking to a medicine cat brought. “Alright, what exactly did you do this time?” Cloudclaw darted a glance over towards Softgaze, who had wandered further back into the den, muttering under her breath as she catalogued their supplies. Finding her suitably distracted, Cloudclaw leaned in close to Snowdrift.

“Alright, so there’s this molly-“

Snowdrift burst into laughter. “Are you seriously asking me for advice about Tigerwhisker?” he gasped. Cloudclaw wailed in both outrage and despair, his melodrama drawing Softgaze’s disapproving glare.

“How did you know?” he hissed, “Even Mom doesn’t know-“

“Of course Mom knows, Mom knows everything.” Snowdrift mewed dismissively. “Besides, I’m pretty sure the whole Clan knows, given how you pad after her like a clingy kit-“

Cloudclaw sputtered, “Clingy? Kit?! Excuse you, I do not-“

“Ahem.”

The brothers turned sheepishly to face Softgaze, who was glaring up at them.

“If you’re just going to stand here and bicker, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” She started to nudge Cloudclaw out of the den, ignoring his protests with practiced ease. “Ask Tigerwhisker to go hunting, Cloudclaw- she likes squirrels, so make sure you catch her one.” Flabbergasted by the old molly’s sudden advice, Cloudclaw offered no resistance as she gave him one final push, sending him stumbling past the ivy curtain at the entrance of the den. She then turned towards Snowdrift, giving him a firm nod.

“Right,” she croaked, “onto business then. Go grab us something to eat so we can discuss what happened last night.”

He nodded seriously, taking a deep breath before he headed out into the camp. The sun was almost blinding after so long in the dim den, and as his eyes adjusted he was surprised to see that it was already after sunhigh. I must have slept for a long time, he mused as he padded over to the fresh kill pile. Cloudclaw had already disappeared, which was unsurprising given the camp was bustling with activity. The short walk to the pile seemed to take forever given how many cats stopped to talk to him. It seemed like the whole Clan had already heard of his new name- probably due to Cloudclaw’s big mouth- and were eager to greet him. As he finally made it to the pile, Turtlepaw raced into camp, a plump pigeon clutched in her jaws. She seemed rather proud of her catch, although she froze when she saw him by the pile. Approaching slowly, she carefully put it down at his feet.

“H-here you go,” she stuttered. “I, uh, caught this just now, and Mintfrost said I should, um, give it to you…” she trailed off. “Uh, anyway, congratulations?” With that she darted back off towards the apprentice den. Snowdrift shook his head, bemused. The deputy’s apprentice was a strange little thing. Barely seven moons old and still in possession of kit fluff, she was already shaping up to be a fantastic hunter. However, she could barely look anyone in the eye for more than a second at a time, and seemed to dread every conversation she had, rushing off as soon as she saw an opportunity. Odd choice, to pair her with Mintfrost. He couldn’t see the stern and icy deputy being very forgiving towards Turtlepaw’s eccentricities. Snowdrift was relieved to not see the deputy anywhere and decided he would like to keep it that way. He snatched up the pigeon and bustled quickly off to the medicine den. Shouldering through the curtain, he froze, seeing a fluffy brown and white form sitting near Softgaze.

“Ah, Snowdrift! Congratulations, my boy!” Snowdrift relaxed- it was Stonestar, his familiar booming voice a relief to hear. “I’m sure you’re busy, but I wanted to drop by and offer my congratulations. Thunderclan is lucky to have you as their medicine cat.” With that he swept out of the den, nodding as Snowdrift mumbled his gratitude around the pigeon in his mouth.

Alone again with Softgaze, Snowdrift put the pigeon down and cleared his throat, suddenly unsure of what to say. She gave him a sympathetic look before giving him a gentle flick with her tail.

“The first message is always the hardest, dear,” she murmured. “Don’t be afraid to take your time.” As they ate their meal, he haltingly recounted the events of his dream- meeting Snowcloud, the flight from the Mothermouth, the mint overtaking Four Trees, and, almost guiltily, his suspicions about Mintfrost. When he finished it felt like ages later, and his mouth was bone dry. Softgaze was silent, her face contemplative, and he struggled to patiently wait for her response.

“Well, I would definitely refrain from accusing Mintfrost of any sort of treason,” she started, her tone dry, “given that you have no proof. I would add that Starclan’s messages are rarely so obvious in their meanings.” Snowdrift’s ears burned in embarrassment. Admittedly, the only fault he could pin on Mintfrost was that she was odd, by Thunderclan standards at least. She’d fit in well with Shadowclan, he mused, but I suppose being strange isn’t a crime. “Now,” Softgaze continued, “that is not to say that it’s completely impossible that she could be up to something, but it seems fairly clear that this isn’t a lone agent. Snowcloud mentioned enemies, plural, and did say that you would need help. Plus, they’ve already made a move- it makes me wonder if this has anything to do with Poppypaw’s death.” Snowdrift flinched at that, sadly recalling the fiery little Windclan apprentice. Her death had not just been a blow to Windclan, but to all the medicine cats as well. It still felt strange not to see her padding alongside Kestrelcall, and he jolted as he realized that, had she lived, Poppypaw would have likely gotten her name last night as well. Snowdrift was pulled from his spiraling thoughts as Softgaze continued. “I’d say that should be your first step- figuring out who exactly your allies in this are.”

“Did you receive any signs?” Snowdrift hesitantly asked. He tried not to feel too disappointed as she shook her head.

“Unfortunately, I did not receive anything that might help you, dear.” Softgaze sighed before heaving herself to her feet. “Now, there is not a whole lot to be done about this this very moment. Keep your eyes sharp, and be on the lookout for whoever it is that’s supposed to help you with this.”

Snowdrift got up as well, one last question weighing on his mind.

“Do we tell Stonestar?”

Softgaze didn’t hesitate.

“No, I don’t think we should.”

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Part 2 baby, I'll put these up on my ao3 soon as well so they're in one place together

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"Dad... you're dead."

Jack laughed. He probably shouldn't have, Danny seemed to be very genuine in his assessment, and Jack recognised that he should probably take this more seriously. But still, dead?? It was laughable.

"Come on Danny be serious." Danny's face remained stoic, "I'm not dead, I'm right here."

"You're a ghost, dad." Danny's lips were pressed tight, his entire body tense. "You died."

Jack was feeling a little ill at this point, was Danny okay? Was there a ghost messing with his head? He leaned toward Danny and grabbed his hand, it was cold, Danny's hands were always cold.

"Listen to me son, you're not talking sense, there's probably a ghost somewhere tha-"

Danny stood up fast, impossibly fast, his chair skidded behind him and toppled over.

"No! Dad can you just- how did you get to bed last night?" He asked.

Jack hadn't been expecting the question, he'd gone to bed... the usual way right? Like he always did, took a shower, brushed his teeth, got into his pyjamas, kissed his wife goodnight, although for some reason the details felt a little fuzzy.

But before he could answer Danny continued.

"When did we leave the party?"

Party? Jack's brow furrowed, oh the party! It was his 50th, how could he forget his own party, had he had that much to drink?

Oh, oh of course. He'd gotten drunk and done something stupid, said something upsetting. That's why everyone was mad at him, that's why last night was foggy.

Danny kept going, he sounded frustrated, angry, but his voice cracked a little. He was upset, oh boy Jack must have done something truly awful.

"What happened after the toast?"

The toast... He had just blown out the candles on the enormous cake Vlad had bought for him, ah that's right, Vlad had been there! He'd hired the venue, planned the whole party, it had been a surprise.

He had handed him a drink...

Danny asked another question, Jack knew it was the last, it felt heavy and final, it didn't even sound like a question.

"What's the date today."

Jack knew the date, of course he knew the date, it was the day after his birthday why wouldn't he know? He'd never been particularly good with dates but not even he could forget his own birthdate.

He glanced over to the calendar on the wall, just in case, he had a sneaking suspicion this was some kind of a trick question.

Jazz was the one to mark off the days, she used it to keep track of her assignments and her tutoring sessions. Each day would be marked with a tidy little line, not an X because they had 'a negative association with failure' or... something. He didn't really understand a lot of Jazz's ideas.

The days were marked off up to June the 18th... the 18th, it should have been the 10th. His birthday was yesterday, on the 9th, today should be the 10th.

How could he have missed a whole week? Maybe this was a joke, a way to get back at him for getting drunk and embarrassing everyone.

But this... didn't feel like a joke.

Maddie's sobs hadn't felt like a joke, Jazz's silence hadn't felt like a joke.

Danny's eyes gouged into him. Danny had always been an awkward kid, he took after Jack in that way, he was shy when he was young, always had difficulty maintaining eye contact. He had no such difficulty right now. They were so bright, had they always been so bright?

It was unsettling.

Why couldn't Jack remember what happened after the toast...

The drink had tasted strange, bitter. He never particularly liked champagne, he assumed that it was normal. Vlad had been smiling, his teeth were sharp... his eyes...

Danny's hands were clasped together tightly, his knuckles bumping against his lower lip as they shook. His gaze had shifted from Jack's face to the gravy-stained tablecloth.

"You're dead. I'm sorry, I know this is hard, I know you still feel like everything is the same but it isn't. You... you're a ghost, dad. Not the kind you're used to, you're just a haunting spirit right now, nobody can see you, nobody can hear you. You can't interact with anything, not yet."

Danny dropped his hands away from his face and looked at him sadly. Jack felt as though there was more to his expression, but he'd never been particularly good at reading people. Vlad had always been better at that sort of thing, it often felt like Vlad could speak a whole other language Jack simply couldn't understand.

Vlad... something was tickling the back of his mind but he couldn't quite grasp it, like a word on the tip of his tongue.

Vlad had given him a drink. Vlad had smiled. It looked like a real smile, but Jack felt like... there had been something more to it, Jack had never been good at reading people... Vlad had smiled, his teeth were sharp, his eyes... red, they were red.

The champagne was bitter. He could almost still taste it.

Jack jumped to his feet, startling Danny as he balled his hands into fists.

"Vlad." he growled, Danny breathed a sad sigh.

"Yeah, it was Vlad, he-"

"He was overshadowed by a ghost!" Jack roared, "It's still got him doesn't it? Mads is out there looking for-"

"No! Fuck, dad- SIT. DOWN."

Jack sat. Without thought or question. Danny's command was loud, not deafening but loud in a different way, like he'd heard it through not just his ears but his entire body. It reminded him a little of the concerts he and Maddie used to frequent back in their college days, where the music was so loud it vibrated through them, head to toe.

It took him a moment to realise he was shaking, Jack always considered himself fearless, and that was generally true, so true that he almost didn't recognise the feeling as it swept coldly over him.

Danny closed his eyes and rubbed at them in frustration, Jack was almost certain he caught a flash of vibrant green beneath his fingers.

"I'm sorry I... I didn't want to use that- I didn't mean," he sighed heavily. "You just never listen."

He was listening now, if not simply because he felt too shaken to do anything else. His thoughts rattled around trying to piece themselves together, something within him was screaming like he'd just touched a hot surface or a live wire. Danger danger danger danger.

"Vlad wasn't being overshadowed," said Danny, leaning against the kitchen bench, his body almost sagging with exhaustion. "It's... a lot more complicated than that."

"I can't be a ghost." Jack muttered, indignant, "They're monsters, they don't even look human. They don't wake up and hug their wives, they don't want to sit down and eat breakfast with their daughters."

"Not all ghosts are the same." Danny's voice was quiet, it had none of that fierce intensity like before. What was that? It wasn't normal, it definitely wasn't human. Jack glared up at him as a hot flush of rage washed over him.

"How do I know you aren't the ghost. That you haven't done... something to my family, to make them think I'm dead!" Jack growled.

He wanted to stand up, but under Danny's icy stare he felt locked into his seat. His expression was mostly blank, but Jack could see a twitch in his brow and tilt to his lips. He could see it, but he couldn't read it. Ghosts were easier to read than this, ghosts weren't usually very subtle.

"Not all ghosts are the same." Danny repeated, his voice was so quiet now, tentative and fragile.

He walked over to the sink, Jack wanted to get up, wanted to keep his eyes on Danny and the ghost that might be controlling him, but he couldn't seem to make his legs work. The command still rang in his ears. Sit. Down.

"We aren't going to get anywhere like this." Danny filled up a glass of water and placed it in front of Jack. "Pick it up."

It wasn't a command, Danny's expression had softened once more.

"Please."

Jack narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but he did as requested. He could feel the cold glass in his hand, the condensation on his fingers, but as he tried to lift it... the glass remained as it was. His hands simply slipping over it.

He tried again, and again, it wasn't as though it was slippery, or heavy, or even that he couldn't grip it. The glass felt normal, his hands felt normal, the glass just wouldn't... move.

Gritting his teeth in frustration he grabbed the glass and squeezed with all his strength, it didn't break. The water didn't even ripple.

"This is a trick..." said Jack. "It's just a trick..."

Red eyes and a bitter drink, people stood around him, faces blurred. He was falling, someone screamed.

Danny started rooting around in a nearby drawer, he pulled out a ragged newspaper cutout. The ink had run in some spots, he placed it down in front of Jack.

It was an obituary. It was his obituary. Tear stained and rough around the edges, torn from the rest of the paper instead of cut, he skimmed over it, almost unable to take it in.

Jack Jonathan Fenton... age 50... survived by his wife Maddie and two children Danny and Jazz...

There was a list of his degrees, complete and incomplete, engineering, physics, mathematics, it listed the names of his high school and university, his reputation as a local ghost hunter, a blurb about his dedication to his work and his love for his family. Jazz had written it, he could tell. She was so good with words.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, please." Danny's voice cracked, his eyes were bright with tears as he righted the knocked over chair and sat back down across from Jack, gripping his hand tightly.

Vlad leaning over him, Vlad gripping his hand, he was smiling, his teeth were sharp. Glass smashed, he'd dropped the drink. It was bitter.

He could almost still taste it.

"No..."

Maddie running past him in the lab, like he wasn't even there, crying. Jazz at the breakfast table, not seeing not hearing, eyes red and puffy. They hadn't looked at him, not once had they looked at him. They couldn't see him, they really couldn't see him.

But Danny could.

"If... I'm a ghost," the words tasted foul and heavy on his tongue, "and you aren't... why can you see me?"

Danny sighed, still holding tight to Jack's hand.

"It's complicated." he said, staring down at the table.

"Vlad, he did this. I'm..." Jack whispered. "But his eyes were... he was overshadowed. It was a ghost that-."

"He wasn't overshadowed." Danny kept his gaze averted, his expression was hard and cold. "It was the accident with the proto-portal, it changed him. He-"

Danny choked up, tears were slipping from his eyes, he gasped a few unsteady breaths.

"He blamed you, he blamed you and wanted to kill you, he's been trying since the attack at the reunion. I tried to protect you dad I tried I tried I'm sorry, I didn't know about the poison until it was too late I'm sorry, I couldn't get there in time I couldn't-"

Danny's sobs shook his whole body, he buried his head in his arms, shaking hands still clasped around Jack's.

Red eyes, sharp teeth, the reunion...

"The Wisconsin Ghost," how had he not seen it? "He's the Wisconsin Ghost."

Then another thought struck him. He looked at his son like he'd never seen him before, sobbing loudly, painfully, his body wracked with spasms as he choked on every breath. He had been trying to protect him, all this time he had known and was protecting him, alone.

When Jack had been told to sit, compelled to sit, unable to move and paralysed with terror, had he imagined the glint of green in his son's eyes? He knew a ghost with green eyes, who could incapacitate someone with a single terrifying scream, who was mortal enemies with the Wisconsin Ghost, who claimed to be a protector, who looked just like a kid.

Danny had been in the lab that day, when the portal turned itself on.

Had the portal turned itself on?

Jack stood, his legs finally acting of his own accord once more, and he rounded the table to pull his son into a tight hug.

"Oh Danny, it was you, the ghost boy, it was you."

"I'm sorry dad, I'm so sorry." The words wouldn't stop pouring from his lips, tumbling over and over. Jack's chest grew tight from the pain in his voice.

He ran a hand over his son's hair and shushed him gently.

"It's okay Danny-boy, it's not your fault, you did your best. I'm so proud of you son, we should have realised, you did so much all on your own, I'm so proud of you." It was Jack's turn to start blubbering.

"I should have told you." said Danny, voice muffled against Jack's chest.

He and Maddie always talked about all of the things that they would do to Phantom if they had ever caught him, they'd talked about it during family dinners. Danny had sat there listening, the whole time he had been right there listening.

"I... understand why you didn't." said Jack.

Danny had stopped shaking, he pulled away from Jack and wiped his eyes.

"Vlad told mom that he'd been overshadowed, she's been out hunting for the Wisconsin Ghost all week." Danny sniffed, "I wanted to tell her the truth, I wanted to so badly but Vlad he... he said he'd go for Jazz next. Said if he got past me once he could do it again. I couldn't risk it."

Jack had never understood why a ghost would choose to remain tethered, why they couldn't just move on and leave the living to go about their business in peace. He always told himself that when he died he would never return, he would take what was to come with open arms.

But that wasn't what happened. He'd gotten up to start his day as usual, but he was already dead. There had been no choice, and were he given one now, he didn't think he could bring himself to take it.

His family still needed him, how could he leave them behind? It wasn't wrong if he stayed to protect his family, right?

Jack placed a heavy hand on Danny's shoulder, and gently knocked his chin with a large fist.

"Buck up kiddo, I might need to get a handle on this whole bein' a ghost thing but when I do," Jack's voice dropped into a low, dangerous growl and, for just a brief moment, his eyes flashed a vibrant green, "I'm not gonna let him hurt anyone else."

#lula's fanfics #danny phantom #Bitter #jack fenton #am I projecting my neurodivergant ass on this man absolutely not how dare you sir #I just find not being able to tell if people are lying to me super relatable #danny phantom fanfiction #thanks y'all who told me how to do the readmores

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nights-legacy · 3 years

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Left Behind - All Might's Daughter Pt. 1

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{Note/Question/Request- Right now this isn't a paired imagine. I was wondering, after you've read it, where you think I should go with this. If I pair her with anybody, who should is be? How or should she forgive the two OFA users? Etc. Let me know!!}

+2460 Words Slight, slight spoilers from the Sports Festival!

+Y/N L/N is the only daughter of All Might. She has her mother's last name and what can be qualified as a super soldier quirk. She is fast, strong, powerful, and built like a tank and it's all in a small 15 year old girls body. After Midoriya comes into the picture, Y/N starts to feel left behind after a while. So she starts to pull away from them and gets close with Bakugo. Eventually, it all snaps at once and it was at the worst of times.

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I huffed and puffed as I slowed to a stop I looked behind as the rest of the class caught up with Iida and I. We were the fastest in class without quirks and with most of the time. With the sports festival coming up, everyone was trying improve on things they lacked.

“Great job everyone.” Iida congratulated as everyone made it in. I walked over to Midoriya who was nearly doubled over.

“Are you okay there, Midoriya?” I asked patting him lightly on the back. He looked up at me, nodding. “You seem really winded. Maybe you should sit down for a minute.”

“Probably.” He said before he fell back, flat on his back. I laughed at him as he clocked out. I leant over him, hands on my knees, making sure he was okay. A yell of frustration caught my attention. I looked over at the source and saw Bakugo yelling at Sato who was just standing their indifferent.

“Okay, okay.” I went over and grabbed Bakugo’s arm, forcefully dragging him off. He growled at me and ripped his arm from my grip as we got a ways off.

“What do you want?”

“Not a blood bath.” I said with sass. He stared at me before smirking. He crossed his arms and leaned in close.

“I can take someone out without any blood being split.” He said.

“That may be true but who said I was talking about the other person’s blood.” I joked with an amused look on his face. His smirk turned glare and he went off on me. I just laughed and let him. I saw a flash of yellow and blue. I looked over and saw my dad whisking Midoriya away. My face dropped.

“What’s wrong with you now?” Bakugo exclaimed. I looked at him surprised before I saw him look where I was originally. Midoriya and my dad were out of sight now.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I said, covering up my dejected annoyance with a smirk. “Now, sorry. I wasn’t listening to you before. What were you saying?”

“You damn…” He growled.

*Time Skip*

The roar of the crowd was empowering but there was a lot on my mind. The sports festival is a big deal. The first two events were alright and I got through fine but the last one was trickier. There are a lot of students with great quirks that could kick my ass. I walked through the halls before I heard two familiar voices. (Reader is in the final round instead of Shiozaki.)

“What are they talking about now?” I whispered to myself. I leant against the wall a ways down the hall. I listened to them and heard Dad encourage Midoriya. After that, Midoriya walked out to the field. Dad began to walk down my way. “Hey dad.”

“Y/N, you spooked me.” He jumped, holding a hand to his chest.

“Sorry.” I said, chuckling.

“Well, it’s alright. You are doing well out there, my little Powerhouse.” I tensed at the nickname.

“Dad.” I whined. He chuckled before moving to walk on. “I’m nervous for the next round.”

“Everything will be fine, Y/N. You’ll see.” He said in a caring voice. He walked away and my shoulders dropped. I needed more than that. Much more. I turned and leant against the wall with my shoulder. I set my head against the wall and took a few un-steady breaths.

“What are you doing dumbass?” I jumped and looked at Bakugo disoriented. I shook my head. I had no idea how long I was standing there. “Are you crying?”

“What?” I reached up and wiped them away. “No just caught some dust in my eyes.” I said before I went to walk away but he caught my arm.

“That’s not it. What’s wrong?” He said softer. I noticed his grip on my arm was soft and…comforting? I looked up at him.

“I just needed some encouragement from someone who didn’t give it. That’s all no big deal.” I pulled away from his grip gently. I had only walked a few feet away when he spoke up.

“Whoever they are, they’re not worth your tears. You shouldn’t need anyone’s encouragement. You strong enough on your own.” I turned to him surprised. He had his back to me, hands in his pockets. I smiled sadly.

“If only you knew who I was talking about.” I whispered.

3rd POV

Bakugo looked over his shoulder as the girl walked away. He fully turned and watched her walk away. Crossing his arms across his chest as he thought about what she said. He knew she meant for him not to hear it but he did.

“Who are you talking about?” He asked out loud. He looked off in the distance in thought. It wasn’t until footsteps caught his attention. He looked behind him to see Deku coming up behind him.

“H-hey Kacchan.” He stuttered while looking a bit tired. Bakugo remembered that Deku had known L/N since before the first day of school.

“Deku! You know L/N, right?” Bakugo asked. He looked at Bakugo strangely.

“Yes. I do. Pretty well, I guess.”

“Who is important to her? Is there anyone here that would or should be in her corner?” Deku looked at him surprised.

“Um, yeah. There is.” He said tentatively.

“Who is it?” Bakugo growled. Deku looked at him before squaring his shoulders.

“I am afraid I cannot tell you, Kacchan. And before you ask me why, it’s not my place or right to tell you. There is a reason they haven’t told anyone and I will not break their trust by outing something that isn’t mine to tell.” Bakugo just stared at him in surprise before Deku walked off.

Y/N’s POV

I breathed out in pain as I walked back into the stadium halls. I had won my first battle against Kaminari but not the second against Iida. My confidence was already down and affected my performance. I rolled my shoulder as I sat down at a table. I pulled my leg up and relaxed back for a moment.

“You did great out there L/N!” Uraraka called out. I smiled at her.

“Thanks.” I called back. I got up a little bit later and walked out. I went to walk up to the student stands. In the corner of my eye is saw green and yellow. I didn’t want to look but did. I saw dad comforting Midoriya and I gave a shaky sigh. I shook my head, biting my lip before continuing on.

*Time Skip*

I was breathing hard but I still ran. I pushed myself harder to try and get away from the robots. This training session was intense and very hard. Half the class was already out and the last few were running dry. I could hear Bakugo and Midoriya just past some rubble. A hit landed right next to me, knocking me off balance.

“Umph.” I rolled off the side and back onto my feet. I dodged an attack before vaulting over a rubble wall. I paused, hearing the robot fussing on the other side. I looked around and saw Midoriya down the street. I rolled my eyes as he waved.

“You doing okay?” He asked.

“Just fine.” I snapped at him. He reeled back at the aggression.

“Are you sure? You’ve been rather testy lately. Did something happen?” He asked concerned. I sighed heavily.

“Of course something did. You’re both just to enamored to see!” I yelled before running on. He ran after me, trying to talk to me but I ignored him. We made way into the cityscape center. I saw Bakugo across the way.

“It’s too quiet here.” Midoriya commented. As soon as he said that, he was tackled off to the side.

“Shit.” I ducked as a bit of the robot flew over my head. I stumbled back, hitting a wall. I watched as he fought the robot with ease. My chest began to fell heavy.

“Come on, Miss L/N. Push on.” I heard my dad’s voice. I scoffed.

“That’s the most encouragement you’ve given me in a month.” I said under my breath. I pushed off the wall and started to fight another robot that showed up. I heard Bakugo on the other side doing the same. In the moment I heard Midoriya scream one of my dad’s catch phrases, I stopped. I just stood there, staring off.

“I give up.” I said softly.

“L/N! Are you alright?” I heard Midoriya yell.

“Oi, dumbass. Get moving!” Bakugo called across the field.

“Miss L/N, I would advise you moving on. Stalling is not advisable in the field.” I heard my father say through the field. I let out a sob. I fell to my knees, burying my face in my hands.

“I give up!” I screamed. “I can’t do this anymore. I. Give. Up!” I screamed, crying out. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I heard yelling around me but I didn’t care not anymore. I am tired, I am hurt, and I just want this to end.

“Y/N! Look out!” I heard Bakugo’s voice close to me. I looked up right as he grabbed me and pulled me off to the side. We rolled and landed a few feet away. I looked over and saw a robot where I once was. It started to move towards us but shut down. “What’s wrong with you dumbass?” Bakugo yelled at me. I looked at him and saw a glare but concern behind it.

“Are you alright, L/N? What happened to…”

“Stay away from me!” I screamed, shuffling back away from Midoriya as he run up. I hid my face in the back of Bakugo’s shoulder as Midoriya skidded to a stop. I peeked over Bakugo’s shoulder at him and he was in shock.

“Young L/N, are you alright?” We all looked over to see All Might and Aizawa running up.

“You stay away from me too!” I pointed at my dad. I hid my face again and gripped onto Bakugo’s arm. I felt him place a hand on mine but I could tell all of them were confused. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t immediately recognize the touch so I figured it was Aizawa. I peeked out at him with teary eyes.

“Are you alright?” I nodded before retracting back.

“L/N, what wrong?” Bakugo asked. I just shook my head.

“Not here, not now.” I mumbled.

“Alright.” Aizawa said and stood. “We’re done for the day. All of you go get changed and go home. You three, meet in the classroom.”

“Why me?” Bakugo yelled.

“Because you’re the only one that L/N seems to be comfortable around right now.” Aizawa said firmly. It was silent for a moment.

“Alright.” He agreed without another argument.

I was sitting on the cabinets in the back of the classroom with Bakugo leaning next to me. Midoriya and my dad were at the front of the classroom. I had calmed down some but was still upset. I wouldn’t even look at the two. Aizawa finally came in closing the door behind him.

“Okay. What is going on?” He asked out loud. I glanced at him before looking back out the window. “Not talking. Alright. Do you two know what it is that made her act this way? That made her break down in the middle of a dangerous training session?” From the accusation in his voice I could tell he already knew.

“I am not sure. I have never seen her act like this before.” My dad said. I chuckled darkly.

“Then open your eyes or take off the blinders.” I growled. He looked at me surprised. I saw Bakugo glance between the two of us. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“I am sure I don’t know what you mean. I…” I cut him off.

“Of course you don’t!” I shot up and yelled. “You haven’t noticed one thing about me in month’s dad! Ever since…” I looked at Midoriya. “Ever since then. I have been left behind. Every time I needed encouragement from you I got nothing. Every time I needed advice from you I got nothing.”

“That can’t be, I…”

“The sports festival! I was nervous about the last round and I told you! But the only thing you said was everything will be fine, you’ll see.” I laughed with no amusement. I could hear Bakugo muttering confused behind me. I looked back at him and he had surprise and confusion written all over his face. “Yes, All Might the symbol of Peace is my dad. Unfortunately at the moment.”

“Y/N.”

“No. I’m not done. You made me despise a person that has never done anything bad to me. I haven’t got anything from you since day one. Nothing substantial at least. I don’t have a mother and no one else in this world then my dad but it seems like he’s in someone else corner only. Everyone else corner than mine. Well at least you’ve never treated me bad right? I guess it’s not all bad.” I said in a dark tone.

“Y/N…” He stood stunned.

“Speechless, huh?” I chuckled, feeling tears coming on again. “Look, I don’t want stop with your prodigy but a little acknowledgement or help from time to time. Okay? Okay.” I said before grabbing my bag and walking out. I heard someone running behind me. I looked back to see Bakugo.

“So…your All Might’s daughter, huh?”

“Yeah, the one and only.” I said. I crossed my arms over my stomach as we walked. He hummed and we walked in silence. I could feel the silent tears falling down my face.

“As awesome as that is…right now All Might is my least favorite person right now. Even less than Deku. Why was he even involved in this? Whatever. They are both little shitty…”

“Bakugo!” I yelled frustrated. He fell silent. We stopped and I took a big breath. “I know this is your own way of trying to comfort me but it’s not working, alright? I just…” I covered my face with my hands for a second before letting them drop. I looked at him. “I just want to be alone alright? I can’t, I don’t…I just can’t right now.” I paused to look at him in the face. “I don’t want to blow up on you like I did him. So please, I just want to be alone.” I could see apprehension in his eyes but I didn’t care. I turned and walked away.

“You shouldn’t be alone right now.” He called after me. I could hear him take a few steps before stopping again.

“I know.” I said before turning a corner and walked away from him.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Casper McFadden

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Moving into a new home was never easy. Oftentimes, it meant packing up everything you owned, leaving a bunch of good memories behind, and traveling across the country to a new town where you’d have to make all new friends and renovate old fixtures.

- But there was something about your new house that made it both easier and harder to live in: the fact that it was haunted.

- Obviously your family didn’t find out about the ghosts until after they’d signed the papers and even if they were warned about it, they probably wouldn’t have believed the realtor, but none of that mattered now. Now you were stuck in a old house with a bunch of spirits, stuck until your parents save up enough money to move again.

- So what made the manor easier to live in, you may ask. Well, the fact that it came with a friend….

- You and Casper meet the day you move into the Whipstaff Manor. You’re wandering around, exploring the home and trying to figure out which room you want to live in, unaware that there’s a specter following you.

- The minute Casper sees you, he’s head over tail. You make his undead little heart race and have him second guessing his every action. Which is the main reason it makes him a while to formally introduce himself, he’s too scared that he’ll ruin his first impression.

- Sadly for him, his first impression still doesn’t go over well, regardless of how much he practiced.

- In his defense, it wasn’t anything that he did, it was more the fact that you were suddenly face to face with a phantom. Anyone would have freaked out in response to that, and they would have freaked out to any ghost as well; no matter how friendly.

- So, like the rational young woman that you are, you scream and take off like a rocket, dashing out of the room and down the hall to find a more secure and safe looking room to hide in until your parents get back from the store.

- He follows behind, attempting to calm you down and feeling downright awful for scaring you. Once you’ve locked yourself away into a broom closet, he gives you a minute to breathe before he calls out to you, telling you that he’s sorry and trying to coax you out so that you can talk.

- It takes you another minute to be convinced and to trust him when he says he isn’t gonna hurt you, but eventually, you do brace yourself and open the door.

- Once you do, you find that he really isn’t as scary as you’d originally though he was. In fact, he was actually sort of cute; in a cartoony sort of way, and he’s friendly to boot; so you wind up feeling a bit silly for being so frightened of him. And after you begin to think like that, the two of you begin to develop a close friendship.

- While his uncles might be incredibly obnoxious and annoying, you can’t deny that you enjoy having the ghostly presences in your home; especially when school roles around and you find yourself feeling like an alien with no one to turn to. You might not have any living friends in your town but you at least have a few see through ones at home that ensure you’re not completely alone.

- But, compared to your primarily platonic feelings, Caspers feelings for you were a lot more complicated. He valued your friendship and enjoyed having you as a pal, but he also had more romantic feelings towards you. In simpler terms: he’d had a massive crush on you from the moment you walked in.

- And though he’d have loved to confess his feelings and see if you felt the same, he knew that it was practically impossible for the two of you to be together; at least until you’d died …or until he was alive again!

- The minute he remembers the Lazurus he immediately erupts into a fit of excitement and joy. If you could get it to work, he could be alive again and the two of you could be together for the rest of your lives, either as friends or as something more, he honestly didn’t care which; though he hoped it was the second one.

- So he tells you about the invention and the two of you get to work. You take the wild trip down to his fathers lab, search around until you find what you’re looking for, load the contraption up with it’s necessary elixir, and pull the levers with bated breath.

- You don’t know what you’d expected to walk out of the machine but it certainly wasn’t this. Perfectly done blond hair, shining blue eyes, and a face that made you suddenly flustered to be in your best friends presence. He looked like a Disney prince and you were captivated.

“How do I look?” He asked nervously.

“Perfect,” you responded a little too quickly. “I mean, human, normal …living.”

- His face broke out into a smile and he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. The action caught you off guard and made your heart race but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

- Once you’d finished hugging, he pulled away slowly and you found yourselves locking eyes. His gaze flickered to your lips and before you knew it, the two of you were leaning forward and sharing a kiss.

- His uncles may or may not have interrupted you but the “damage” was already done. You were just as hooked on him as he was on you and neither of you could be happier.

- Casper loves pda. He loves being able to actually touch you and be out in public and show the whole town that the two of you are together; even though half of them are confused as to who he is.

- He touches you and holds you close whenever he can. He’s waited to do it since the moment he met you and now that you’re together; and he isn’t ice cold and only semi-solid, he enjoys every little ounce of affection he can provide and obtain.

- Handholding.

- Cheek kisses.

- Long, soft kisses. They’re sort of a contrast to his usual hyper behavior, which is why, if you ever need him to calm him down and focus, all you have to do is ask for a kiss or make it obvious that that’s what you’re going to do. He skids to a stop and happily complies as he gives you an adorable little smile.

- Pet names aren’t really his thing but he does call you by fun nicknames that he’s come up with; usually a shorter or longer version of your name.

- Cuddling is a must with Casper. He absolutely loves it, no matter how the two of you do it. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest, other times you’ll spoon, and other times you’ll face each other on the bed and talk until one of you dozes off.

- Speaking of: he definitely watches you sleep every now and again, which sounds far more creepy than it actually is. Like, you’ll be talking late at night and you’ll fall asleep and he’ll just look at your peaceful face for a while.

- If we’re going with the assumption that Casper maintains some of the aspects of being a ghost, I think it’s safe to say that he’s occasionally at least a little cooler than a normal human, which makes him the perfect companion for hot days.

- Being carried and flown around.

- Sometimes; especially prior to him being in the Lazurus, he forgets that you’re not a ghost and gets you into some uncomfortable situations. And after he turns human again, he definitely has to get used to not being able to go through walls and have things go through him when they’re thrown or fall.

- Testing out exactly what he’s still capable of doing and if there’s any limits to his new life. Is he perfectly normal? Does he have ghostly powers? Do the effects occasionally wear off during certain times or seasons? It’s all stuff you have to figure out.

- For a while after he’s brought back to life, he spends all day experiencing everything he missed when he was still alive. All the smells, sights, and touches; he runs around like Jack Skellington while you sit back and watch with a smile.

- Going to the mall. It’s one of his favorite places to visit, he just loves the entire atmosphere of the place; especially since he wasn’t really able to go and enjoy everything about it before he turned human again.

- Tv dates.

- Playing different games with each other. Board games, pirates, video games, you name it, he’ll do it.

- Sitting on top of the lighthouse with him.

- Enjoying the view from outside of the manor. You have the perfect view of the ocean from your garden so the two of you can always throw a blanket down and stare out at the sea together.

- Just goofing off with each other. Running around the house together, sliding down the stairwell, having him push you in a chair down the halls, etc. You’ve got a huge house to mess around in, why not take advantage of it?

- Dancing together. He told you he was a good dancer.

- Late night conversations. You can always talk to him about anything you want or need to.

- Catching him watching you a lot. He always has such a loving gaze when he’s looking at you, just seeing his face when he’s watching you do something or speak is reassurance that he really cares about you.

- Always having a warm and excited greeting when you return home from school. He also probably occasionally goes with you or at least walks you there or visits during lunch.

- He loves making surprises for you. Throwing you little parties or coming up with different ways to make you smile or cheer you up after school or whenever he can see that you’re feeling down is one of his favorite hobbies.

- He wants to be with you like 25/7 so don’t be surprised if he’s constantly bothering you with his presence. It’s a good thing you love him because if you didn’t he’d become very annoying, very quickly.

- Him just appearing at random is commonplace so your parents and you definitely have to take some time to get used to it. I mean he lives in your house and now that he’s human again, it’s definitely a bit easier than when he was a ghost, but still.

- Getting chairs pulled out and doors opened for you. He likes being a gentleman.

- Him cooking for you. He definitely tries to impress you with his skills and all the inventions he uses; and he just likes doing something nice like that for you.

- Discovering all his dads inventions and letting him tell you about them. It’s really quite fascinating to see how they all work and how excited he gets while showing you how to use them.

- I have a feeling that he doesn’t like winter; for obvious reasons, and whenever it comes around, all he wants to do is stay inside with you and do indoor activities. If you were to want to go out, it’d take you a while to persuade him and even if you did; or were only going out by yourself, he’d spend forever bundling you up and making up a bunch of rules to keep you safe.

- Probably dealing with his ghostly self every now and again. I have a feeling that the Lazurus machines effects occasionally wear off for a little while from time to time so while he’s alive most of the time, you do have moments of spooky transparency as well.

- Pranking each other and other people. He might be a sweetheart but he also has a bit of a mischievous streak.

- Him always wanting to show you whatever cool thing he sees, does, finds, or hears about. Just being able to share things with you makes him happy.

- Listening to his stories from when he was alive or the decades he wasn’t.

- Fixing up his room for him and hanging out up there with all his toys.

- Being gifted some of his mothers things. Dresses, jewelry, stuff like that.

- His uncles bothering the two of you. They’re constantly harassing and teasing you; just try to pay them no mind.

- Standing up for him when his uncles are being more awful than usual.

- He might be the only person you can really bond with in your town, considering the fact that whenever you have anybody over, they’re almost always harassed by his uncles and scared away. Which Casper may or may not be sort of happy about.

- Casper gets jealous pretty easily. Anytime another guy takes interest in you, he always feels the need to mock them behind their backs or be passive aggressively not so friendly whenever they approach you when you’re out with him. It’s best to not bring up guys in your class unless it’s obvious that they only like you as a friend; but even then he’d wonder why you need friends (even if they’re girls) other than him.

- He’s sort of overprotective of you. He just got his life back so he certainly doesn’t want anything bad happening and putting yours in danger.

- He absolutely hates fighting so whenever the two of you have an argument, he’s always quick to try and settle it and apologize; even if he doesn’t really think he’s done anything wrong.

- Saying “I love you” isn’t really his forte. He prefers saying and doing other things to show you that he does.

- The two of you sort of just have to go with the flow and see where your relationship takes you. You don’t know how exactly the rest of his “life” will go so you just try to enjoy the present and what you have right now.

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