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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: MuseumGiftShopEraser! They have 9 works on AO3 in the Stranger Things Fandom, and 6 of those are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @museumgiftshoperaser:

Paint the Devil on the Wall

Conversations About Love

Now I'm A Stranger

An Exercise In Denial

Baby, You Were Meant To Follow Me

Her fics are BEAUTIFUL. When I first read Paint the Devil on the Wall I was so obsessed I immediately recced the fic to everyone I knew who would be vaguely interested in a steddie fic. -- anonymous

Below the cut, @museumgiftshoperaser answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I stumbled into it immediately after season 4 came out. I’ve felt very attached to Steve as a character from the beginning of the show and I think I was subconsciously waiting for someone to pair him up with. I think they’re both such great characters to explore themes of dealing with expectation (either by conforming, or fighting against it) and that’s something I always love to write about.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Absolute sucker for fake dating. Can’t get enough of it.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Enemies to lovers! Though now that I’m looking through my AO3 I haven’t actually written that much of it. It doesn’t have to be very intense enemies, though. I just like it when characters don’t immediately get along.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

My brain has been forever rewired by took you for a working boy by pukner. It’s such a gentle, nuanced queer story. It feels vulnerable to me in a way that really only fanfiction can be. Can I sneak in another one?? Because everyone should also absolutely read the shame is on the other side by scoops_ahoy. It taps into this very specific kind of queer compartmentalizing, that I’ve never seen written this well. It broke my heart and patched it right back up.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’ve been stupidly busy with my masters lately so there’s probably not a lot of writing on my horizon. I do have a wip called Doll that I’m slowly chipping away at. It’s a little darker than stuff I’ve written before. I know ‘dark’ isn’t really a trope, but I’m excited to see if I can push these characters a little further.

What is your writing process like?

Absolute chaos. I write non-chronologically, without an outline, all in the same document. I keep writing snippets and scenes until the whole thing slowly comes together.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Italicizing words for emphasis. I love it so much, you can rip it from my cold dead hands. It accidentally makes its way into my academic writing for my degree sometimes which is a little embarrassing, but I just love the flair of it.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I don’t really do schedules, it doesn’t work for me at all. I try to make sure I have a decent amount of the story written before I start posting to give me a bit of a head start, but forcing myself to finish something by a certain date is a surefire way to kill my motivation.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Probably Paint the Devil on the Wall. It was the first time I’d written the entire story before I started posting so it went through way more rounds of editing than normal. I think you can really tell. It’s also the longest story I’ve ever written (in general, even outside of fanfic). The whole project gave me a lot of confidence as a writer.

How did you get the idea for Paint the Devil on the Wall?

I knew I wanted to participate in the Bigbang and the deadline was coming up, but I still didn’t have an idea. I decided to work backwards and try to think of something that would be fun for the artist(s) to draw. I had a vision of Eddie wearing dungarees without a shirt, absolutely covered in paint and I knew I had to write something to make it happen. I set the story in 80s New York because neo expressionism is really the only kind of art I could see Eddie making. I think it suits him very well. I do actually have a background in art, though! I’m currently getting my MFA, but I’ve worked full time as an artist for several years before that. I had a lot of fun working my passion for art (and all those art history classes I had to take) into the fic.

When writing Paint the Devil on the Wall, what was something you didn’t expect?

All of Steve’s character, to be honest. The fic is written from Eddie’s POV and for a large part of it he has a very hard time figuring out what Steve’s deal is. Right alongside him, I also had an incredibly hard time figuring out his character. It wasn’t until I was working on the final chapter that he finally clicked for me. I realized very late, just like Eddie, that Steve liked him from the very beginning. Most of the enemies to lovers premise was all in Eddie’s head.

What inspired Now I'm a Stranger?

Oh boy, that was forever ago! I remember I started writing it while I was camping with friends because I liked having something to do after everyone went to bed at night. I think I had the idea for that very first scene where Steve doesn’t remember Eddie and it all sort of spiraled from there.

What was your favorite part to write from An Exercise in Denial?

That was the very first fic I wrote, right after season 4 came out! I’ve never written something that fast, I think the whole thing took me less than a week. My favorite part was probably Robin being completely exasperated with both of them. They’re such complete idiots in that fic.

How do/did you feel writing Baby, You Were Meant To Follow Me?

Ahhh… I never got around to finishing that one. I probably never will, to be honest. I wrote the first two parts quite quickly and then the idea I had for the plot spiraled out of control and I realized I didn’t actually feel like writing the rest of it. There were going to be a lot of misunderstandings and I learned that I find that an incredibly frustrating trope to write (when done for drama at least. For comedy, I’m a sucker for misunderstandings.) So I guess I felt a little in over my head.

What was the most difficult part of writing Conversations About Love?

The ending! That fic is so incredibly personal to me and I knew from the beginning that I wanted it to have a very sappy, happy ending. It was important to me to write an aromantic character getting everything they wanted, but I realized as I was writing it that I don’t actually fully know what that means. So it took a bit more soul searching than fics typically do, but it was very much worth it.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I still think the short little prologue for Paint the Devil on the Wall is the best thing I’ve written. “You don’t draw on things that aren’t yours, baby” is probably the best summary I have for that story.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Not really!

Thank you to our author, @museumgiftshoperaser, and our anonymous nominator! See more of @museumgiftshoperaser works featured on our page throughout the day!

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turtleplushi · 10 months

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I still really like Frog Wild. I think it's a neat episode.

But what if Meta Knight

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gazkamurocho · 2 months

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Will we ever get more high school AU I've become obsessed with it 😍

Oh definitely yes! I'm glad you're enjoying the School AU as much as I am, dear anonymous! 💕

A few days ago I was even sketching how some other characters may look in the School AU like, Daigo, Ryuji, Akiyama and Hana lol

And It's also funny because last night I was remembering the camping trips from my school days for some reason, and then I started thinking how a camping trip with Kiryu, Majima and other Yakuza characters (their classmates) from the School AU would go xD The bus trip, forest hiking, flag hunting, cooking, playing soccer, treasure hunting in the dark, the boys and girls' cabins, bonfire,... Ohh the possibilities are endless! So much chaos would ensue sjkdsdfskhsd Imagine Kiryu's anxiety, anticipating of living with Majima in an isolated place for 3 whole days? xD And Majima would never go on a school camping trip willingly, but the thought of being able to get more chances to provoke Kiryu-chan and maybe spend some alone time with him in the woods changed his mind on the spot jhdfjksdhfds

Anyway, I don't have any concrete idea for the school AU for now but I'll let those thoughts cook and something eventually will come up! I also always accept suggestions from you guys because two or more people brainroting together are better than one, am I right?

#sometimes I wish I was good with writing because then I could write a fanfic about that camping trip #but my way of thinking and planning stories is very messy and I can't put all my thoughts into words #that's why I love to do comics because I'm better at expressing my ideas visually #like in the characters' body or facial expressions #also English is not my first language so another extra challenge for writing xD #school!au #daigo dojima #ryuji goda #akiyama shun #hana chan #tumblr ask #ask

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miss-atena · 9 months

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I don't know if anyone has done this or even thought of this BUT!

mumscarian angst fic named Build me up, Buttercup.

Hear me out on this one: Grian and Mumbo have a big disagreement and they dismantle the Buttercups, much to Scar sadness.

Mumbo joins Ren and Doc to go against Scar and G, and Grian takes GoatEater and locks himself in the grumbot cave/lab.

Scar is then heartbroken and trying his best to build the Buttercups up again, but to no avail, and just ends up hurting himself and the others more.

I feel like such a mean person thinking of this, but I couldn't think of anything more for hours yesterday, and I needed to share my big brain thoughts.

#hermitcraft #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #mumscarian #fanfic ideas #plz someone write this #also have in mind I don't really read HermitCraft fanfic #so it may already exist and i just don't know #just another day on the mcyt community

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jinxedruby · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day Seventeen: Hostage Situation

Featuring Time, Warriors, and Wind. This is the conclusion to Wind getting kidnapped (day four: obedience and day thirteen: you weren't supposed to get hurt).

Well, this sure is long. Fun fact: I wrote this by hand and wrote so hard that my fingers were tingling by the time I finished haha

Heads up for some graphic injury and several minor character deaths (they're all bad guys and none are very graphic).

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Time stood beside Warriors, staring out at the river beyond the harbor. Water lapped at the numerous boats and ships moored at the docks, the fresh smell of the river filling Time’s nose. Sky stepped up beside him, peering out toward where the river stretched nearly to the horizon, only the slightest strip of land visible on the other side.

“Wow,” he said quietly. “Are we sure this isn’t an ocean?”

“Doesn’t smell like it,” Legend replied from where everyone else stood behind Time and the others.

“I didn’t know rivers could get this big,” Hyrule murmured.

“Which is why we need to find the sailor as soon as possible,” Warriors stated, turning to address the group. “There are a lot of ships. We should split up so we can cover more ground.”

Everyone paid the captain rapt attention as he split the group into pairs. Normally, that sort of job fell to Time, but his fingertips tingled and the roof of his mouth buzzed, millions of thoughts drumming against the inside of his skull. He could hardly focus on a coherent train of thought aside from save him, save him. He felt immensely grateful that Warriors could focus and strategize. He’d have to thank the captain once all of this was over and Wind was safe.

“Old man, you with me?” A tap on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts. Warriors stood in front of him, gazing at him with a carefully neutral expression. When Time nodded, Warriors continued, “You and I will search the middle few docks here.” He turned to point them out and Time nodded again.

“What about the watchman?” Four asked as the pairs began to split off. “Won’t he notice us poking around the ships?”

“If this is anything like my era, the watchmen are there to make sure no one shoves off in the middle of the night,” Warriors replied. “Just don’t do anything loud and they shouldn’t bother us.”

Four nodded before heading off toward the docks with Twilight. Warriors turned to Time again.

“Ready?”

Time nodded sharply, gaze hardening as he looked out over the ships. He set off toward them, Warriors beside him. Time had to consciously remind himself not to run, despite the angst and impatience prickling under his skin. They passed by one or two errant crew members but weren’t given a second glance. Time had remained out of his armor and Warriors had removed his spaulder and scarf in order to keep a low profile. They’d also left behind their shields as Warriors worried that the moonlight reflecting off of them would draw too much attention. With only their weapons strapped to them, they could pass off as generic guards hired onto ships.

The dock creaked beneath them as they stepped onto the wood, their footsteps joining in with the rhythm of the water flowing and pushing against the ships. Several of the boats were small enough that they could simply peer over the edge and see no one aboard. The other larger ones required boarding and therefore stealth. As Time slipped past a crew member watching the deck, he remembered sneaking through the Gerudo and pirate fortresses. These men were far less observant than the Gerudo, making sneaking onto and off of the ships unseen that much easier. The cover of night certainly helped as well. He and Warriors methodically checked every ship along the dock as quickly as they could while still being thorough. With every ship they checked and no sign of Wind, Time grew more anxious. When they searched the last ship with still nothing after an hour had passed, he felt close to exploding. Warriors squeezed his shoulder reassuringly as they walked back up the dock.

“There are a lot of ships, old man,” he murmured.

That hardly made Time feel better. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to control his breathing. When they began down the next dock, he blurted out what had been on his mind since Wind was kidnapped.

“They thought I was his father.”

Warriors half-turned to him, brow pinched.

“In… in the moment, I…” Time pursed his lips, digging his nails into his palms.

Warriors rested a heavy hand on Time’s shoulder. “We’ll find him.”

Time let out a slow breath and nodded. The second dock took just as long to search and proved just as fruitless. Another hour gone, daylight creeping ever closer. Third dock. Nothing. Time pounded his fist against the side of the last boat on the dock. Warriors shot him a concerned glance, but he looked almost as close to snapping as Time felt. When they began the trek to the next dock, Time glanced at the ones further away to try and get a glimpse of the others. He thought he saw a blond head over the edge of one of the ships, but it was hard to tell. In any case, he could see no indication that the others had found anything. He and Warriors started down the fourth dock and Time felt close to simply screaming for Wind and hoping to get a response. He clenched his jaw to prevent himself from doing that and spooking the traffickers into hiding even better. When only three ships remained at the end of the dock, Time’s heart sank. Two ships and a boat. He could see from where he stood that the boat sat empty. That left two ships. Cogs, he thought he remembered the captain calling them.

Warriors pointed to himself then to the ship on the right, just as he’d done at the ends of the last three docks. Steeling himself, Time headed for the cog on the left. A shadowy figure moved about on the deck and Time ducked down, hugging the side of the ship and moving toward the gangway.

“You sure we shouldn’t grab another one while we’re here? We paid that customs officer off.”

Time went still at a voice from the cog, heart thudding in his ears.

“I’m sure.”

Time’s eye widened, blood freezing. That voice. Evenin’, gentlemen, he could hear that voice drawl.

“If the kid’s father survived, he’ll be making a big fuss. ‘Sides, that officer will only look the other way for so much. He hears about kids going missing, he might decide to grow a conscience.”

Time’s hands shook. This was it. This- this- Warriors. He needed to tell Warriors. After several tries and with monumental effort, he stepped away from the cog, slinking across the dock to the ship Warriors had gone to search.

“Oh, shit- Hey! We got a problem!”

Time’s head snapped around at the shout, fearing he’d been caught. But the figures aboard the cog weren’t looking at him, they were running toward the center of the ship, vanishing out of sight behind the sides. Boots pounded on what sounded like stairs. Several exchanges passed back and forth, muffled below deck. Then Time heard the words ‘kid’s gone.’ His chest tightened, eye widening. Quickly, he turned back to the ship Warriors was on.

“Captain!” he hissed as loudly as he dared. Warriors appeared over the side of the ship after a few moments, eyes round. Time pointed to the cog and he heard Warriors suck in a breath. The captain raced toward the gangway with soft steps, hurrying down it and joining Time to head to the cog. The voices from below deck raised, Time catching words like ‘don’t know’ and ‘here somewhere.’ Did Wind escape after all? Time glanced around, noticed the captain doing the same, but he didn’t catch sight of the fluffy blond head or blue tunic. Time reached the gangway first, creeping up it with Warriors just behind him. He stayed low, cautiously poking his head over the side of the ship when he was close enough. Moonlight spilled across an empty deck, warm torchlight emanating from a staircase in the center, leading below. He carefully stepped onto the deck, heard the soft thud of Warriors landing behind him. As they moved toward the stairs, the conversation below deck became clearer.

“-tching the deck the whole night, I swear, he couldn’t have gotten past.”

“Which means, like I said, that he must be down here somewhere,” the man that first approached Time and Wind said. “Stop panicking and start searching. It’s a small space, he doesn’t have that many options. Go watch the stairs to make sure he doesn’t slip past.”

Hurried footsteps came toward the stairs and Warriors and Time quickly moved around to the back of them so they wouldn’t be easily spotted. A sharp thwack like someone kicked something sounded, followed by a chuckle.

“Resourceful little brat, aren’t you?” the first man called.

Footsteps thudded on the stairs, the head of a different man appearing below Time and Warriors. Time carefully withdrew his gilded sword from its sheath on his lower back, silently stepping around the side of the stairs, remaining just out of the man’s peripherals. The man jogged up the stairs and turned around with a huff, agitatedly scratching the top of his head. His eyes darted toward where Time crouched and he froze, going bug-eyed. He opened his mouth to yell but Time moved faster. He whipped his sword about, slamming the flat of it against the side of the man’s head. Warriors was there before Time could blink, catching the man as he crumpled before he could hit the deck and alert the other traffickers.

None of that mattered though, as the second man that had followed the first up saw everything.

Before Time or Warriors could move, the man put his fingers to his lips and let out a sharp whistle. Warriors cursed and drew his blade as footsteps pounded from below them. The whistler took a step back down the stairs, yanking a knife from within his coat. Three more men appeared behind him. Then they all rushed up the stairs.

Time blocked the first blow with his sword, returning it with a strike of his own. The tip of the blade nicked the man in the arm, who grunted, stumbling back down a step. Another took his place, slashing at Time. Time automatically lifted his right arm to block before remembering he didn’t have his shield. He caught the blade on his forearm, clenching his teeth as it sliced through his brown undershirt and into his skin. He resisted the urge to step back, parrying the next attack.

Warriors yelped and Time glanced at him out of the corner of his eye to see the captain fall to one knee. The man Time knocked out had already woken back up and sunk a dagger into Warriors’ calf. The moment the captain went down, the men on the stairs surged forward. Time jerked forward to block a blow aimed for the captain’s neck while Warriors twisted around to fend off the man behind him. In moving, Time left an opening for the men to slip past him up the stairs. He dodged a swing, stepped so he stood directly beside Warriors, turning to face the traffickers. They circled like sharks, jumping back when Time slashed at them. He tried to find a moment to switch to the biggoron sword, but the attackers gave him no respite. They traded strike after strike, forcing Time to go on the defensive as he tried to remain as a wall between them and Warriors so the captain could recover.

The deck lurched beneath him and he staggered back into Warriors. The other men lost their footing at the unexpected motion as well, the fight halting momentarily as everyone focused on regaining their balance. A loud clatter sounded behind him.

“What are you doing?!” one man shouted.

“They’ve got company!”

Time risked a glance over his shoulder to see a different man, one that must have snuck around the other four, dropping a long pole onto the deck. The gangway lay on the dock, presumably having fallen from the cog when the man shoved away from the dock. The ropes keeping the ship in place were cut clean through. Two figures sprinted down the dock and Time recognized them to be Sky and Hyrule, the two that had been searching docks closest to him and Warriors. By the time they reached the end, the cog had already drifted too far away and Sky had to grab Hyrule to keep him from running right off the dock, the traveler not stopping fast enough.

Time didn’t get a chance to see what they did next, whipping back around to defend against the men. One lunged forward and Time ducked under the swing. He shoved off one foot, driving his shoulder into the man’s gut and knocking him back down the stairs. The man tumbled with a series of thuds and yelps as the others dove at Time. He blocked one attack which left him unable to dodge the other, knife slashing across his shoulder. He forced the first attacker away and stepped backwards. His back hit something warm and solid. He stiffened, turning, only to find Warriors fending off both the man that had stabbed him and the one responsible for undocking the ship. He turned back just in time to intercept an overhead swing with his sword, riposting and leaving a deep gash in the man’s chest. One knife clanged against his sword, another deflected off his arm and leaving another deep cut. He gritted his teeth, trying and failing to find a moment to grab his biggoron sword. Between Warriors at his back, the four men surrounding his front and right, and the stairs to his left, he had very little room to maneuver.

One man made a clumsy swing, overextending. Time knocked the knife aside, throwing the man off balance. Then he followed up by running his sword through the man’s gut. The man’s eyes bulged before Time ripped his sword free and he collapsed. The remaining three hesitated. In a flash, Time swapped the gilded sword for the biggoron sword. He swept the massive blade out in front of him in a half circle. The first man in its path failed to dodge in time, receiving a devastating slash along his middle. The others leapt back with a cry as he fell, his blood pooling beneath him and mingling with the other man’s. Time pushed his advantage, stepping forward and swiping the claymore in front of him again, forcing the men further back. A sharp yell from behind him spoke of Warriors’ success and a thrill of adrenaline rushed through Time as he realized they could win this.

“Let’s everyone calm down!” a bellow carried across the deck. A yelp accompanied it that made Time’s blood run cold. He glanced back toward the stairs he’d moved several feet away from and his heart stopped.

The man that had first approached them stood at the top of the stairs with a smug grin. His fingers twisted into the sun-bleached blond locks of Wind, a knife pressed to the sailor’s throat. Wind writhed in his grip until the blade pressed against his skin hard enough to draw blood, a mixture of anger and fear etched into his face. Blood roared in Time’s ears as he watched, eye stretched wide, hands shaking.

“You two are going to put down your weapons,” the man said casually. He yanked Wind’s head back so more of the sailor’s neck was exposed, tilted the blade more directly against his throat. “Alright?”

“You won’t kill him,” Warriors spat. Time’s gaze darted over to see Warriors staring down the man with utter loathing, knuckles white around the hilt of his sword. “He’s merchandise.”

The man cocked his head to one side and flashed a grin at the captain. “You’re right.” Then in one swift movement, he pulled the knife away from Wind’s neck and plunged it into the sailor’s arm, dragging the blade along toward his elbow. Wind yelped, high-pitched and sharp, as Warriors and Time both shouted. Heat rushed into Time’s face as he watched blood soak into Wind’s sleeve. The man flicked the knife, blood droplets scattering from the blade, before returning it to rest against the cut, drawing a small gasp from the sailor. “Nothing a potion can’t fix.”

Time could barely see straight. Pure rage boiled in his chest and throat, flooding his head. Unconsciously, he took a step toward the man and Wind, but stopped as the man shoved the point of the blade into the gash again. Wind gave a strangled shout, digging his nails into the man’s arm in an attempt to free himself, but to no avail.

“I’ll repeat myself as many times as it takes,” the man said, smile dark. “Drop your weapons.”

Half a beat passed and the man stabbed the knife deep into Wind’s arm. He twisted the weapon and Wind screamed, the sound piercing Time’s very soul. Time tore his hands away from the hilt of his sword, the blade clattering to the ground at the same time as Warriors’. The man’s grin widened and Time’s blood screeched through his veins with a hatred stronger than any he’d ever felt before. His skin burned despite the cool air pulling past him as the cog drifted farther and farther down the river. He was so focused on watching the tears roll from Wind’s eyes that he didn’t see the shadow racing toward them across the water until the last moment.

The oncoming boat rammed directly into the cog. The impact sent everyone flying with shouts. A couple men unlucky enough to be near the edge sailed right over it, plunging into the river with distant splashes. Time tumbled across the deck, colliding with another body. He ripped himself away as pandemonium erupted around him. More men came from below deck, shouting about a breach in the hull. The man he’d crashed into attacked, launching himself into Time. They toppled back, Time sent a punch into the man’s jaw. His shoulders hit something hard. He recognized it as the side of the ship. The man wrestled his way on top of Time, aiming a blow at his face. Time let it hit, instead reaching to plant his hands on the man’s middle. Then he shoved, curling and kicking the man up and over his head. The man fell over the side of the ship with a yell. Time sprang to his feet before even hearing the splash, head reeling slightly from the hit. He glanced around for his sword, discovered Legend and Wild on the deck, coming from the boat they’d crashed into the cog with.

A holler from his right alerted him to a man running up in his blind spot. The man slashed, Time ducked under the swing. He dove forward, catching the man off guard, and shoved him over the side and into the river. He turned back, remembered the gilded sword, yanked it from its sheath. He heard a grunt and spun to his left to see two men pinning Warriors to the deck. All three were unarmed and the captain kicked at them as one fisted a hand in his hair and slammed his head back into the deck. Time darted up to them. He stabbed one through the back, the other noticing the fatal blow and leaping aside. Legend appeared behind the man and smashed the hilt of his sword into the man’s temple. Warriors stumbled to his feet, Time reaching out to steady him.

“I’m- I’m good,” Warriors panted as he regained his footing. His injured leg gave beneath him but he managed to catch himself before falling. “Get the sailor!”

Time nodded and darted away, head swiveling as he looked around for Wind. He vaguely became aware of water burbling underfoot, but he couldn’t care about that. Wild fired arrows from across the deck but switched to his sword when a man got too close. Legend leapt back into the fray with a cry, tempered sword gleaming in the moonlight. Then he spotted Wind, the sailor clutching a knife in his good hand and fending off a trafficker. Time took off toward him. He made it two steps before a body collided with him, bringing him to the ground. The impact knocked his sword from his grasp, sending it skittering across the deck. He twisted, managing to knock the pair of hands away before they could wrap around his neck. He punched man in the gut then shoved, pushing him over and sending them rolling so Time was on top. He grabbed the man’s head and slammed it against the deck. Then he did it again, and again, until the man fell still. He scrambled to his feet, gaze darting to where he last saw Wind. He located Wind just as the sailor sank the knife into a man’s gut, sending him down. Wind slumped forward with a gasp, staggering slightly. He didn’t see the first man approach from behind.

A red haze flooded Time’s vision. Before he knew what happened, he sprinted across the deck, careened into the man, and brought him down. The man’s shout cut off with a gag as Time grabbed his throat, pressing all his weight down into his hands. He’d kill him, he’d kill him, for everything he’d done to Wind, to his son. Everything the man would’ve done, everything he would’ve allowed to happen, everything, everything-

Something popped under his hands then all at once someone grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him back, shouts filling his ears.

“-dead, he’s dead, Link, please!”

Time blinked and his grip loosened. Warriors yanked him back with all his strength and pulled him back off the body. Neither expecting the sudden motion, they fell to the deck in a tangled heap, Warriors ending up half beneath Time. Legend appeared above Time, grabbing his hand, pulling him up. He said something that Time didn’t register, Time glancing back almost numbly to make sure he hadn’t hurt Warriors. Then he caught sight of Wind. The sailor staggered toward him, arm drenched in blood, bits of flesh jutting out of the wound and through the hole in his sleeve. A cry tore itself from Time’s throat and he wrenched his hand out of Legend’s grip, lunging for Wind. Wind’s expression crumpled just before Time collided with him. He gathered the sailor into his arms, shaking as he clutched the back of Wind’s head and held him tight against his chest. Wind’s body hitched with a sob, arms coming up to hug Time in a death grip. Time rocked back and forth, arms shaking as he stroked Wind’s hair, tucking the sailor’s head beneath his chin. Wind was here, he was safe, and Time felt quite certain in that moment that he would never let him go ever again. Then Warriors appeared at their side, squeezing Time’s shoulder saying they had to go, ‘I’m sorry, we have to move, now.’ Time stared at him for a long moment before sound came crashing back properly into his ears. He’d hardly noticed its absence until it returned. Water roared below deck, rushing in through whatever breach the ram caused and filling the cog.

“The ship’s got a raft!” Wild yelled. Time looked up to see the champion standing at the back of the ship, one leg up on the ledge. “We can take it to shore, but we have to go now!”

Warriors shook Time’s shoulder. “Come on, Link, we have to move.”

Time nodded jerkily, unsteadily getting to his feet and keeping his hold on Wind. The sailor made no comment on being carried, hiccupping and burrowing deeper into Time’s shirt. Time, Warriors, and Legend hurried to join Wild. Warriors stooped to grab Time’s gilded sword as they passed it while Legend darted away to grab the biggoron sword where it had slid across the deck. Once they approached, Wild turned and jumped off the back of the ship. Time’s heart fluttered with panic before he reached the side and saw Wild standing on a dinghy lashed to the back of the cog. Time secured his hold on Wind before jumping the short distance down. Wild had already begun attempting to untie the dinghy by the time he landed. The champion cursed, fumbling with the knot as the cog let out a loud groan, tipping slowly to one side. Time stumbled and quickly sat down, taking one hand off of Wind and bracing it against the thwart to steady them.

Just as Wild gave up and reached for his sword, Legend jumped forward, deftly undoing the knot. The dinghy plunged and Time’s stomach fell away. The boat slammed into the water with a splash, water jetting up the sides and raining down on the heroes. Legend snatched oars from beneath the thwarts. He sat at the dinghy’s bow, stuck the oars in the water, and rowed. Two powerful strokes had them gliding across the water away from the cog. Another loud groan reverberated across the water. Time looked back just as it rolled belly-up. The boat Legend and Wild had rammed into it got pushed beneath it, sinking below the surface. The river slowly swallowed the cog, bringing the bodies of the traffickers into its embrace.

Wind shivered in Time’s arms. Time looked down at him, suddenly aware of something warm and wet seeping into the front of his shirt. He gently pulled Wind back to see the sailor’s arm curled between them, blood soaking into both of their clothes.

“Potion,” Time said, voice raspy. His head snapped up to look at the others frantically. “Potion, he needs a potion!”

Wild and Warriors both reached into their pouches, withdrawing bottles.

“Drink yours, Captain, you’re hurt,” Wild said, holding his out to Time. Warriors didn’t argue but he didn’t drink either, watching as Time grabbed the bottle. Time pulled the cork out with tingling fingers, holding it to Wind’s lips. Wind lifted his good hand to it and tilted it back, gulping it down. The others all watched, making sure he drank it all. As he did, the flow of blood from his arm stemmed, the wound closing. He finished it with a gasp, sitting up a bit straighter in Time’s lap as he did.

“Alright, Sailor?” Warriors asked softly. Wind nodded a bit unsteadily, sinking sideways into Time and resting his head on the old man’s chest.

“Captain, drink,” Wild gently reminded him. Warriors watched Wind for a moment longer before knocking back the potion and sighing with relief. Since the dinghy moved along at a steady pace, Time wrapped his other arm back around Wind, enveloping the sailor in warmth. Wind wound his arm around Time’s waist, pulling himself closer.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Time’s heart squeezed. The exhaustion of the battle, the pain of the cuts in his arm, the stress, the panic, the rage, everything came crashing down all at once. A wave of dizziness struck him, chest and extremities tingling. He exhaled through his nose and rested his cheek on Wind’s hair. He held Wind close, feeling the sailor’s little torso expanding and contracting with each breath. He closed his eye and held Wind just a little tighter.

#linked universe fic #linked universe fanfic #linked universe #tw death #ruby writes #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #lu time #lu warriors #lu wind #another fun fact: it was legend's idea to steal a boat (he was also the one that sailed it in) and wild's idea to ram the cog with it #I know so much about medieval boats now

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endlessburningdarkness · 2 months

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been thinking about luo binhe getting therapy in the modern world. living a good life, happy, only to be haunted by dreams of horrendous abuse. inflicted on him and by him. thinking he's going insane, becoming depressed and suicidal. it takes years of his life to piece together that these dreams are in fact, memories.

he comes to accept it and move on with the help of cbt. but just as he's pulled himself out of a depressive pit and ready to move on, fate throws another anvil at his head. one day, he run's into a man who look's just like his hated teacher. in shock, binghe almost doesn't manage to dodge when the man immediately attempts to kill him.

turn's out, shen jiu remembers too.

#bingjiu #svsss #fanfic idea #another one that is in the works ish #i wonder who would be cooperative re therapy #shen jiu strikes me as too stubborn and too angry about what happened still.#binghe got some closure after killing him even if it ultimately wasn't that satisfying #he is out there trying to live a decent life in the new world with a new loving family #thanking heaven for a second chance maybe #shen jiu has also been getting therapy and been successful with it but it's mostly out of spite #he's determined to have a good life to spite lbh's spirit or something #so when he finds luo binghe is alive and well and living fine and remembers everything #well then he's got to have his revenge #was gonna combine this with soulmates just to make it angstier #and more difficult to write!

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starrystevie · 2 years

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listen, i know we all love vampire hunter steve and kas!eddie but i see that and raise you: werewolf hunter eddie and werewolf!steve.

eddie grew up hearing stories about the wolves and how his family had hunted them for generations but he never believed it, not really. it was just some story wayne would rattle off to spook him when the rustling in the woods behind the trailer got a little loud and a little too close.

but then there’s whispers. an abnormal amount of deer end up dead, mauled with their necks snapped. people start claiming they see glowing eyes peering out at them from the treeline. growls that echo into the cold night air and howls that sound out only when the moon is at it’s fullest.

eddie still thinks it bullshit. that is, until the kids start going missing.

wayne gets out gear that eddie has never seen and straps him full of silver bullets and teaches him how to shoot something from 50 feet away and holy shit are the wolves really a threat? they aren’t some made up fairy tale to keep a hyperactive boy out of the woods at night? the next thing eddie knows, they’re marking dates off a calendar with a big red sharpie and he has a belt full of bullets wrapped around his waist at all times per wayne’s request.

it isn’t until one of his own goes missing that it clicks in his head. nancy wheeler of all people shows up at their trailer with bloodshot eyes and a sawed off shotgun asking if ‘the other hunters’ still live there and wayne is pulling her in with an arm around the shoulder. mike is gone, eddie finds out, and any anger he had at the twerp for missing hellfire this week dissipates into pure worry.

he isn’t a hunter, he doesn’t know where to start, but wayne does. he and nancy go over everything, heads close together as they point over maps of hawkins while eddie bites at his fingernails behind them. they two of them narrow it down to a place over near loch nora, at least that’s all eddie can comprehend. there were a few sightings from trustworthy sources so they pack up the van and head that way.

“you’re good with all this, nancy?” they don’t know each other, not really. a few classes here or there over the 13 years they’d gone to school together. she hums as a response, counts over the bullets in her lap before shoving a silver blade in alongside her slouchy boots.

eddie was expecting wolves. he was expecting fur and teeth and beasts twice their size, vicious, snarling. he wasn’t expecting robin buckley and steve harrington in tattered clothes with wild hair and mike fucking wheeler sitting at their sides. wayne doesn’t hesitate, was taught not to, pulls up his gun and points it at steve. “wait!” eddie shouts, pushing his arm down just as steve stands, looking so fucking tired.

“we just took him for his safety. the others, they tried to-” steve says, hands up in defense. robin’s arm circles around mike’s shoulders as she peers into the dense forest around them. she was scared and steve was tired and oh.

“it’s not you doing the killings, is it?” eddie asks. steve turns to look at him, his eyes big and bright, eyebrows furrowed as if he’s surprised that eddie pieced it together that fast. steve’s eyes roam over his frame, take in the bullets on his belt and goddamnit does eddie hate the fear that he sees in steve’s eyes. he wants to fix it. “it couldn’t be you two. you’re too... good.”

“eddie,” wayne starts, gun back on steve and nancy has her knife in hand, blade catching the tiniest shimmers of sunlight. “son, they’re monsters.”

and that’s what gets him. eddie looks at these people who he’s known for forever, remember the way his heart would flutter when he’d see steve in the hallway, how he’d always borrow a pencil from robin in english because he’d forget his own. how could they be monsters when he’s known them his whole life?

“i’ll stay with them.” eddie walks over to mike, pats the top of his head and meets steve’s eye again. he nods and gets a tentative one in return. he looks to nancy, sees her fist tighten over the hilt of her dagger before walking over and joining the four of them.

wayne somehow agrees, tells eddie to look after himself and call if he needs help, if things get too... out of hand. nancy and robin take mike into the rundown cabin they were squatting in and start to settle in for the night. steve and eddie stay outside, a wide berth between them.

“it’s a full moon tonight,” steve says. his eyes don’t leave eddie’s face but he seems more relaxed than before. “i’m surprised your hunter uncle would let you stay here.” steve kicks at a rock on the ground, the sound of it scattering breaking up the silence between them. “i’m dangerous.”

eddie looks at him. takes in his face, really takes it in and decides that he couldn’t care if steve was dangerous or not. he was still steve from high school, steve that he had a stupid crush on which now has eddie wondering if it’s some divine intervention from generations of hunters past. that he was meant to find steve and stay by his side.

“i think i can manage.”

#steddie #steddie headcanon #listen this is v long and i have a lot of ideas but i just can't make another long fic when i have a million others i want to write too #feel free to take this idea if you want and turn it into something #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie hc #also yes nancy is also a hunter because duh and of course she falls in love with werewolf!robin #steddie and ronance werewolf and their hunter au is something so personal to me #long post #my writing #steddie fanfic

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abitoflavender · 2 months

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a super depressing one-shot that may be a part of a series I want to make

(tw: abuse) (i did not proof or reread any of this. i wrote it in 10 minutes at a rapid fire pace and decided to post it bcs im eepy) (also plz read the tags before commenting!)

Chara and Frisk were curled up on the couch, each of them covered up in at least two throw blankets. They were having a Pixar movie marathon–they had both caught a cold that past week from school, and the cold, December weather, and Toriel had insisted they’d stay home until they were both feeling well. The sun was out, but blocked out behind the thick, blackout curtains that were closed. Though the heat was up and on high, it felt as though the frigid temperatures were seeping through the windows and the front door, hence the two being under a couple of blankets, as well as wearing fleece pajamas. There were Gatorade bottles and half-eaten sleeves of Saltine crackers on the floor in front of the couch, a bottle of liquid cold medicine on the end table beside Frisk.

They were watching all of the Pixar movies in order, starting two days ago. One or the other, or the both of them, typically ended up drifting off during each movie, so it was taking them awhile to finish them all. They were on Coco, one Chara didn’t find particularly interesting.

“It’s just like that other movie about the Day of the Dead.” She said to Frisk, keeping her tired gaze on the TV. Her voice was raspy from coughing for the past few days.

Frisk glanced over at them, too comfortable in their spot in the corner of the couch, cocooned in two thick blankets and their head sunk deep into their pillow to actually move their head to look at Chara. “What one? There’s another Disney movie about it?”

“No, it wasn’t Disney. It had these snakes and this guy in a room with a bunch of candles. I think they fought a bull, too?”

“Ohhh,” Frisk sang, “The Book of Life?”

Chara looked over at Frisk with a little grin, “Yes, that one. They’re literally the same movie, except for the fact that Coco doesn’t get killed to enter the Land of the Dead.”

“That movie doesn’t have music, though.” Frisk brought their focus back onto the movie.

“Yeah, it did. The guy sang that ‘I love you too much’ song to the girl, remember?” Chara sat up a bit, her movements slow. She pulled her blankets up over her shoulders, sitting up and against the back of the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest.

“Well, it’s not as good as the songs in this one, duh.” Frisk snickered, their voice quiet, just above a whisper.

Chara kept her snarky look on her face, continuing to look down at Frisk, “Never said it was. The story was just better.”

Frisk scoffed, “Because the guy died?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, whatever, Chara,” Frisk yawned, “Great taste you have there.”

The two went quiet as Coco began to sing Un Poco Loco. Chara couldn’t help but hum along to the tune–a quiet hum, just in the back of her sore throat. Frisk couldn’t even hear it over the movie.

The song ended and the movie went on. The silence between the siblings ended with Frisk asking, hesitantly and softly, “Hey, Chara?”

Chara looked over at them, meeting their eyes as Frisk sat upright, crossing their legs and leaning back into the couch. Just off of the look on Frisk’s face–of which Frisk was obviously trying to downplay their emotions, but Chara knew them too well to fall for it–Chara knew that they were…nervous about something.

“Hm?” Chara hummed, “Is something wrong?”

“No, I’m–”

“I can go grab us some more Gatorade, if you want?” She shifted in her spot, ready to stand up before Frisk then blurted, leaning forward to her a bit.

“Nono, I’m fine. I just…”

Chara settled back into her spot, slowly, looking at Frisk with furrowed eyebrows and a confused look in her eyes.

Frisk pursed their lips, hesitating yet again, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something, for a while. I just…don’t know how to ask it, or when I should bring it up, so…but I want to ask it.”

“Okay?” Chara raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

Frisk shrugged off their blanket and took the remote from the coffee table in front of the couch, muting the movie. Chara watched them do so, realizing as Frisk pressed the mute button that they were about to ask a very specific kind of question.”

“Oh.” Chara mumbled, their head falling down at their lap.

“I-I don’t have to ask,” Frisk stammered, “I know it’s-”

“No, it’s…fine?” Chara looked back up at Frisk, “It’s fine. I guess I was just expecting something like, “did you think Ernesto was his relative?” or something like that. But, if you really want to ask something…else, that’s fine.”

Frisk remained quiet, pursing their lips nervously again. Chara sighed, scooting to her left and sitting right beside Frisk. She wrapped her arm around her sibling, pulling them gently into her in an embrace. Frisk’s body instantly relaxed into hers, leaning their head against her chest. She smiled softly, her raspy voice still having a certain reassuring, proper tone and manner to it.

“Hey, remember what we’ve talked about?” Chara rubbed Frisk’s shoulder with her thumb, Frisk’s eyes falling to their lap.

“No more secrets?” Frisk mumbled.

“No more secrets, and we gotta be open and honest to each other, because we’re the only person that we have who understands one-another, right?”

Frisk nodded, “Right.”

“Then ask away. No matter the question.”

They took a deep breath in, their body stiffening up as they slowly spoke, “...why did you go to Mt. Ebbott?”

Chara’s smile faltered for a moment before falling. The two sat in silence for a minute, the flickering from the TV in the dark room adding a certain feeling of awkwardness to the tense moment.

“I’m sorry,” Frisk whispered, their voice breaking, though not because of any tears. They cleared their sore throat before speaking again, “I know…it’s a hard question. I’ve been wondering about it for a long time now, and just…I just want to know.”

Chara slowly sighed, tightening their arm around Frisk. They looked up at her, an almost apologetic, yet incredibly saddened look in their red eyes. Chara met their gaze and gave them a quick, reassuring smile.

“It’s okay. I’ve…never talked about it before. Not even with mom or dad, or…”

“Asriel mentioned it,” Frisk nodded slowly, looking back down at their lap. “the first run that we did. I don’t know if you heard it or not, but-”

“I did, I just forgot about it,” Chara chuckled shortly, “there were so many runs, so many timelines…it’s hard to remember just one conversation, is it not?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“What did he say, exactly?” Chara continued to speak slowly and quietly. She didn’t hesitate on her words, but her tone clearly showed her fear, her battle to force herself to speak.

“He said that you weren’t the greatest person, and that you hated humanity? And that he knew you didn’t fall down for…a happy reason.”

Chara didn’t reply immediately. She took a moment to find her words, to say something…well, she needed to say the truth, but didn’t want to even think about it, let alone speak the words aloud.

“Okay,” she sighed, her tone instantly changing from fear to sadness, “I…he was right, it wasn’t good.”

“...can I ask what happened?”

Chara nodded, though Frisk wasn’t looking, She bit at her bottom lip, holding back so, so many emotions as she gripped Frisk’s arm tighter, pulling their warm body closer to hers. “I haven’t told this to mom or dad, or anybody else. I’ve never told a soul about…well, my…my human parents.”

Frisk held their breath, freezing for a second. Chara had began to speak so slowly, so softly, that Frisk was sure they were going to begin to cry any moment. They knew she wouldn’t let them know she was crying–she never cried, at least, if she could help it. Chara was right, and Frisk knew it–it was a hard question, and Frisk knew it was going to be an awfully sad conversation.

“They…they hurt me. Bad,” Chara began, closing her eyes tightly, resting her chin on the top of Frisk’s head. “Since I was little. They hurt each other, and they both hurt me. My entire life with them was just…wake up, maybe eat, get screamed and hit at, and try and sleep.”

“Nobody…nobody noticed? Didn’t people and teachers at like, your school notice?”

“No, nobody said anything. The other adults around knew that if they said anything to anybody, especially the authorities, that it would just make things worse, and the other kids…they were judgey. They whispered about it, but never more than that. Nobody could help–they didn’t want to.”

“...I’m sorry,” Frisk sighed, “I’m…I’m sorry, Chara.”

Chara hummed, nodding slowly and opening their eyes just a bit, looking down at the top of Frisk’s head, “One night, I…I overheard my parents in the other room. One of them was threatening to kill the other, and…”

She trailed off, closing her lips and going silent.

“Chara?” Frisk asked, remaining still. A few seconds of silence passed and Frisk carefully pulled themselves upright, looking up at Chara’s face, “Chara–”

Tears had filled Chara’s eyes. Her red eyes were wide and her breath was shaky as she stared in a daze down at her lap.

“Chara,” Frisk said, louder, feeling as though their heart fell into their chest. Without a second thought, they got up on their knees and hugged Chara, wrapping their arms around her neck and shoulders and squeezing her as tight as they could, being sick and all. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about it. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Chara began to sob, crying out loud with shaken breaths. With the movie muted, her cried carried across the house, and a second later Toriel came running from her bedroom.

“Frisk? Chara? What-” Toriel stopped in front of the two, looking down at her daughter with wide, saddened eyes. She was entirely expecting the sobbing to come from Frisk, not Chara…

“Chara, honey,” Toriel knelt down in front of the two, Frisk letting go of Chara. Toriel rested her paws on Chara’s damp, pale face, looking into her face with concern, “What is the matter?”

Chara pulled her arms out from beneath her blankets and jumped into Toriel’s arms, burying her face into her robe. Her sobs grew into bawling, gasping uncontrollably between each cry.

Frisk fell back into the couch, biting their lip and tearing up themselves. Toriel rubbed Chara’s back with one paw, the other running through her rust hair.

“What happened? Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright…”

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” Frisk blurted out, a tear rolling down their cheek. Toriel looked over at them, still holding Chara tight. She looked so small in her mother’s arms, like a small, helpless child.

“What do you mean? What is the matter?”

“I need…” Chara managed between cries and gasps, “t-to talk to you…”

She continued to cry as Toriel slowly let up on their embrace, resting her paws on her small shoulders as Chara sat on the edge of the couch. Her cheeks were rosier than usual, her face and shirt soaked in tears.

“Whatever it is, please…I’ve never seen you like this, Chara.” Toriel nodded slowly, saddened.

Chara glanced over at Frisk, giving them as much of a reassuring nod as she could, before looking back up at their mother.

“...about my human parents, and how I ended up with you and dad, and Azzy.”

Toriel stayed quiet for a moment, simply looking into Chara’s eyes. She nodded slowly, “Is that what this is about?”

Chara nodded, but Frisk spoke for her, “I asked about it. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Chara shook her head, her gaze still on Toriel, “you…you need to know about it. The both of you do.”

Toriel nodded again, lifting her paws off of Chara’s shoulders and taking a seat on her right. She lifted the fallen blankets over Chara’s shoulder, wrapping her up as Frisk scooted in closer to the two, leaning their head against Chara’s arm.

“Go ahead,” Toriel smiled at Chara–a smile that told Chara that, no matter she was about to say, Toriel would remain composed. While she knew that wasn’t going to be the case–not this time–Chara began again, her voice shaky and still raspy, with every few words being interrupted by a hiccup.

“My parents…hurt me. They hurt each other, and they hurt me, bad. Nobody at school said anything, ever, and neither did anyone who saw us at the store, or anywhere else. They were both always screaming. I don’t think I’d ever heard them speak…normally.”

Toriel remained quiet, as did Frisk.

(tbd)

#undertale story #undertale #one shot #from this comic idea ive had since 2016 #i'll make it one day #or maybe ill just write a fanfic for now #please let me know if you would read it #its called reset hehe #also chara uses she/her pronouns in this--a fact of which ill explain in detail if I post another one of these #artists choice!!!#chara #frisk #toriel

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daddyplasmius · 7 months

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hand on my stupid heart flashbacks

this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks. will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it. posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom. 800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)

When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.

He almost went back.

Almost.

He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.

He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.

Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.

Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー

The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.

While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.

Dad scrambled to shoot at him.

Danny fled.

His parents didn’t recognize him.

The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.

He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.

The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”

Everyone pointed at Sam.

Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.

This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.

The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.

Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.

Surely they would know him on sight.

“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.

Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”

Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.

He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?

They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.

It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.

Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.

VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.

Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanfiction #you know that gif of the wailing emoji dissolving? :Why:?#yeah that's what i do every time i remember i never finished HOMSH while i still had the style in my brain #feel free to steal this idea. please steal this idea. please write it i wanna see this idea so bad but im already writing another 100k+ fic #if y'all want me to post the full fic i can but. it is not finished & most likely never will be. sorry again #i won't lie. the haze i was in was a depressed one. i was. not in a good place At All when i wrote HOMSH #like the only part i remember actually writing was the panic attack scene & that's just barely #i reread the whole fic in the middle of the night months later while listening to Implode Alright by Built by Snow on repeat #yeah i cried. this one is funny but mostly it's just. mourning. grief. the works. it's a vent fic & also a. kind of. wishful fic #like. don't you just wish death wasn't so permanent. don't you wish you could tell them everything you wish you could #don't you wish you could just see them again #i'm actually writing this into a bigger ventier series currently called Let Grief Do Its Work #cuz i rewatched LUCIDS again recently & remembered what HOMSH was originally about. why i was writing it #i'm not calling it HOMSH cuz. HOMSHie is my baby. it's its own thing & i don't wanna ruin the vibes #reluctantly admitting i call an unfinished fanfic i don't remember writing... HOMSHie baby... in my head #yeah i have a cute nickname for my fic. what of it #it's 5am & i think i'll throw up if i think any more about posting unfinished unedited pieces of a fic so i'm going for it. cowabunga #go into the world. get your 2 notes you beautiful animal #*passes out*

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