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jerzwriter · 10 months

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Moving On

Hey, don't blame me!🙃Thank you to @dcbbw for sending me this angsty prompt from Grey's Anatomy for Ethan x MC. This is for @choicesprompts Rewrite Event.

For those who don't know, I have two Open Heart worlds, Ethan/Kaycee and Tobias/Casey. In the latter, Casey had a brief affair with Ethan during her intern year. But they never reunited after his "reset." Later, she begins dating Dr. Tobias Carrick, unaware that he was Ethan's former best friend. This fic takes place not long after Ethan learns of Casey & Tobias's budding relationship.

Book: Open Heart (Book 2)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (past)

Based on: This scene from Grey's Anatomy

Rating: Teen + / Angst

Words: 1,100

Summary: When Ethan left for a WHO mission without saying a word to Casey, then returned with a "reset" in mind, he told her that he wanted her to move on. Now that she has, he's not taking it too well.

A/N: Before y'all complain - I asked everyone for scenes to recreate for Ethan, and no one sent fluffy ones, so here you are. lol This actually fits into my HC for my Tobias x Casey world. I did alter the original scene to better fit this story. There is one place where you'll see italic text. Those are lines that are directly from the Grey's clip. I hope I did it justice.

Edenbrook was one of the top hospitals in the world, located in the busy city of Boston, there was never a lack of chaos within its walls. Sometimes, that benefited those who worked there and practically called it home. Many an indiscretion could go undetected under such conditions, even with an extensive gossip grapevine in place. But sometimes, things were too big to ignore. And the way Dr. Ramsey was barreling down the hall right now was one of those things.

The broad-shouldered doctor stood at an impressive six-foot-three. Standing about a head above most of the people he plowed out of the way with a mere glance. While he wasn’t known for his affability, his behavior today was exaggerated, even for him. The muscles on his face were taught, and the fire in his eyes bordered on rage. When an intern joked that you could see steam emitting from his ears... it was only a mild exaggeration.

All eyes followed him as he flung the heavy stairwell door open with such force it bounced off the cinderblock wall, the loud crash reverberating down the hall. Overcome with curiosity, many bystanders wished to follow him, though no one dared – until Dr. Casey MacTavish appeared.

With all attention on Ethan, no one noticed the young woman flying down the hallway, making good use of the path he just cleared. Casey was the antithesis of Ethan in many ways: pleasant, charming, approachable, forgiving, but right now, none of those traits were present. The indignance on her face and every movement she made matched his ire. So when she followed him through the door, even the most die-hard gossip knew it was best to stay away.

Ethan had already climbed a flight of stairs when she entered the stairwell.

“Ethan!” She hollered, rushing to catch up with him. “Who the hell do you think you are, and what makes you think you can speak to me like that?”

He was normally a logical man, and his visceral reaction was to continue; he knew that would be best. But the best decisions aren't made when one is blinded by anger, and he turned around so quickly, Casey nearly crashed into him.

“Who do I think I am?” He growled, attempting to keep his composure, even as the throbbing vein in his temple betrayed him. “I don't know, Casey, but I'll tell you what I’m not. I’m not getting caught doing god knows what in supply closets with a different person every other week. If I’m keeping count correctly, it was Dr. Carrick last week. Now, who was this one? They’re brand new here. I haven’t even had a chance to learn their name yet... did you? Or does the name even matter?”

He quickly turned, assuming he had the last word. But if he was ever foolish enough to doubt Casey’s will and determination before, she was about to ensure he wouldn’t make that mistake again. Forcefully grabbing the lapel of his lab coat, she pulled him back to face her.

“How dare you!” She spat. “You misjudged what you just walked in on just now... and I’d explain it to you if I felt I owed you an explanation, but I don't! And how dare you sit in judgment of me for something you’ve done countless times yourself! The stories about your old days are legendary, Ethan! And before you say they’re just stories, don’t gaslight me. I haven't forgotten that I occupied those very spaces with you not long ago. So save your hypocrisy and watch how you talk to me in the future!"

His lip twitched before curling into a sardonic smirk, the logical side of his mind losing to the emotional side he so rarely trusted.

“I used to think so highly of you... even before you arrived at Edenbrook and certainly after. But your decisions... your choices recently... they’ve made me question everything I thought I knew about you. At least have the sensibility to follow my advice and contain your... extracurricular activities... to someplace outside of the hospital. If you want to be treated as a doctor who commands respect, then start acting like one!"

“Respect?” she laughed, with a voice that expressed anything but humor. “You want to talk... respect? Did you respect me last year when you entrusted me to keep your secrets? Or when I solved Naveen’s case and saved his life? Did you respect me when you carried me into your bed? Or when you led me to believe... when you told me we’d make it work... only to take off to another continent without so much as a word to me! How respectful was that! You can't sit in judgment of me, Ethan; you just don't get to!"

His hand trembled as he ran it down his face, lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper. “How long, Casey? How long before it was over between us did you hop into bed with someone else? Even if I was wrong today, I wasn’t wrong about you and Carrick. You can’t explain that away.”

“What are you saying? You don’t get to insinuate that I’m a whore! Not after all you've done to me! When I met you, I thought I had found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done! Other men? Other women? They meant nothing. I was done! But you left me! You took it upon yourself to decide our future without so much as a word to me. And now I’m glued back together. And I"ll make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. I make no apologies for moving on with my life... like you told me to do! If you're angry, you might want to examine why. Are you angry with me for moving on? Of with yourself for being w stupid enough to let me go.”

Now, it was her turn to walk away. Her body trembled, and angry tears rose to her eyes as she raced down the stairs. Ethan was motionless, processing her words, knowing they were true. He got the outcome he said he desired, and now, he was berating her for having the strength to see it through. The only one who deserved his outrage would be looking back at him that evening when he looked in the mirror. A pit formed in his stomach, he knew he was wrong.

He could tell her... try to make amends. He could ask for forgiveness and tell her that seeing her move on with someone else wasn’t what he wanted at all. But he pushed that all aside. This was the path he put them on. The road he deemed to be best, and he had no right to be angry at Casey for trying to find happiness on it.

“Casey,” he yelled as she reached for the door. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I have no right to be upset, to be angry at you. We... we’ve been over, and you have every right to move on with your life.”

“And that’s what I’m doing,” she said as she turned the know. “And I think it’s time that you do the same.”

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 9 months

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When life gets in the way

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine

Word count: 521

Warnings: Language

Category: Fluff

Summary: Casey received some unexpected news that expedites some plans.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry and scene is from the writers of Grey’s Anatomy.

Authors note. Thanks to @angelasscribbles for the prompt of inserting Casey and Ethan into the Meredith and Derek post it wedding. I hope you like it. This is part of the @choicesprompts rewrite event

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Casey was feeling unwell again this morning. Ethan had offered to stay off with her too but Casey wanted proof that her and her fiancé were going to be three before telling him. It had been a warmer summer than usual so when Casey was first unwell she put it down to heat exhaustion but she could not shake it off.

When Ethan was gone she got up and fought the wave of nausea that crashed over her and made her way to the bathroom. After letting the wave pass she got the test out and peed on the stick, she placed the test face down, had a shower and looked at the test. It was positive. She got dressed and made her way to work.

She was nervous. She had told Ethan she would be in if she felt better but now her stomach was churning more than ever. She makes her way to the DT office, he is there and thankfully alone.

He looks up, surprised to see Casey.

“What’s up sweetheart?”

She sits on the desk and retrieves the test from her bag.

“This is up” says Casey.

Ethan does a double take.

“What? Are you sure?”

“I have not done a blood test to confirm but I am late and I have been feeling nauseous and exhausted. So yeah, I am sure enough.”

“Fuck” said Ethan as he slumps back into his chair. “We did not plan this, hell we have not long being engaged, let alone discussed children.”

“I know you said they were not in your future…”

“That was before I accepted that I loved you and wanted a relationship with you, Casey.”

“What are we going to do Ethan?”

He rummages through his desk, looking for a piece of paper with nothing written on it but has no luck. He groans in frustration.

“Do you have a piece of paper?”

Casey looks bemused.

“What do you need a piece of paper for? And no, I only have a post it.”

Ethan grabs the post it note pad and asks Casey.

“What do you want in our vows, Rookie?”

“What?” Asks Casey, confused.

“Our vows rookie, what do you want in them?”

“That we love each other, even when you are being an obstinate ass.”

Ethan chuckled and writes it done.

“No running” says Ethan. “I have done so enough in the past and I am done.”

Casey smiles.

“That we will look after each other, even when we are old grey and senile.” Ethan kisses her. He then states that this is forever. “It sure is” says Casey, who has a tear in her eye.

They sign the post it.

“Can I kiss the bride?”

Casey nods before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

“I love you”

“I love you both” says Ethan as he stroked Casey’s stomach.

“We’re married” says Casey.

“Yes, we are” says Ethan. Just then their pavers go off.

“Best get back to it.” Said Ethan. “Don’t worry we will celebrate properly later.”

“Looking forward to it already says Casey as they head off to tend to their patients.

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Authors note: I changed the wording for some part but the spirit is still there.

Hope you enjoyed the fic.

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angelasscribbles · 8 months

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Hello! I just found your Choices blog with the Smutember 2023 prompt list. I used to join the event hosted by another Smutember blog, but it seems to be on hiatus (or gone). I wondered, is your list for any particular fandom? Can anyone join? I generally write within a comics fandom, so it's fanfiction not original, and I didn't know if that was allowed, either. Thanks for taking the time to answer and I hope you have a great day!

Hello! While the choices prompt blog is technically for all of the choices fandoms.... I certainly have never turned away anyone writing for a different fandom (we did have a submission from a different fandom for our rewrite challenge in July). You're absolutely free to use any and all of the prompts and if you tag us we will still reblog your work and add it to the master list at the end.

The main purpose after all is to spread inspiration and to have fun!

Happy writing!

#choices prompts #prompts for everyone #smutember

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choicesprompts · 9 months

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Event Archives

Round Robin 2

Song Rewrite Challenge 2024

Holiday Rewrite Challenge 2023

Flufftober October 2023

Smutember 2023

Rewrite Challenge: Rewrite a scene from a book, movie or TV show using your characters. July 2023.

Round Robin 1 May and June 2023

Mardi Gras Prompt March 2023

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declamationark · 1 month

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DPxDC prompt: Danny Phantom is an extremely high-level threat due to his capabilities and experience battling against his ghostly enemies. Batman is creating a contingency plan for him and Constantine's advice, as the one who dances the tango with the Infinite Realms? A bone-weary sigh of "plop him down a telly and put on a NASA documentary or something. It's like you haven't been dealing with teen kids for decades now fer fuck's sake."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompts #batman #john constantine #lowkey but Constantine's been dealing with this snarky teen for a while now #in denial that he's practically Danny's weird uncle and honorary Fenton #Dealer's choice on how they met but I'd like it to be as chaotic as possible #who will win? a british disaster or a schrodinger's american boi #the house of mysteries likes Danny better #they team up to keep Constantine on his toes #Constantine has no qualms using Danny's Obsession to get five minutes of relaxation #and Danny has no qualms bringing up Constantine and Clockworks...#ehem #“history” together

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love-me-a-good-prompt · 2 years

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50 WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF “SAID”

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “said” in your writing? Try using these words/phrases instead:

stated

commented

declared

spoke

responded

voiced

noted

uttered

iterated

explained

remarked

acknowledged

mentioned

announced

shouted

expressed

articulated

exclaimed

proclaimed

whispered

babbled

observed

deadpanned

joked

hinted

informed

coaxed

offered

cried

affirmed

vocalized

laughed

ordered

suggested

admitted

verbalized

indicated

confirmed

apologized

muttered

proposed

chatted

lied

rambled

talked

pointed out

blurted out

chimed in

brought up

wondered aloud

(NOTE: Keep in mind that all of these words have slightly different meanings and are associated with different emotions/scenarios.)

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nerdpoe · 7 days

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Danny, due to his biology of being half dead, can eat very questionable things and not die. He decides to start a youtube channel with this.

He buys obvious shitty supplements online, clear and obvious scams, and takes them as directed for a month.

Then he reports what they did to him, and sends the samples to get tested. He's gotten more than a few scammers arrested by providing solid evidence that they used hazardous materials to make their product.

He gets away with this by claiming to have the power of abnormal metabolism, or an "iron stomach", so toxins aren't as likely to hurt him.

One of his viewers sends him an unmarked bottle of pills, saying that if he doesn't take the entire bottle on a livestream, they'll blow up a city.

Danny does his livestream, and goes out of his way to use the entire bottle of pills in extravagant recipes. By the end of it he's created a five course meal, all with the pills cooked/melted in, and it's become a mukbang.

The villain who sent it is watching the livestream pissed off, because they didn't specify how to take the pills, so this technically counts. The heroes they have trapped are losing their minds with concern.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #he gets food poisoning bad enough that he actually has to go to the hospital for a bit from that #but the recipes he made were so good #that when he makes a post on twitter his only caption is “worth it”#dealers choice for the heroes or villains #marvelxdp #dpxmarvel #marvel x dp #dp x marvel #food poisoning tw #pill mention #it started out as a way to discredit all those diet pill companies #and it evolved into a very poisonous mukbang

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call-me-strega · 3 months

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Dc x DP Prompt #8: Best Friend’s Brother

Preface: this prompt can be used with different characters but I’m writing it as Dead on Main bc that’s my favorite. Also the colleges I mention are real colleges from the DCU

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Danny Fenton was 18 when he moved to Gotham for college.

It was the only place with a half decent engineering program that would take a kid with his record; drop in grades, unexplained absences, missing class, a disciplinary record, etc. Plus there was a decent saturation of both magic and ectoplasm in Gotham’s air. After he got accepted he decided to tell his parents he was Phantom. They reacted surprisingly well all things considered. They were horrified to learn they’d been hunting their son but it quickly turned into acceptance to listen to what he had to tell them. Now they turned their obsession from hunting ghosts to learning more about ghost more humanely. He also managed to get his former rouges to agree to call off any major shenanigans in favor of less destructive outlets. (He got Ember a TikTok and a YouTube channel, he set up a drag racing circuit in the realms for Johnny and Kitty, let Technus enter the internet as long as he stayed within Amity’s grid or help Ember manage her stuff, allowed Desiree grant wishes for Make a Wish Foundation kids so long as she didn’t horribly twist them, etc.)

Now with the town not at constant risk of danger and his parents agreeing to really handle any rouge ghosts, Danny could leave Amity with a clear conscience. His friends were also growing up and heading to their own colleges. Tucker was heading to Ivy University in New England, which rivaled MIT in terms technological prestige, and Sam decided on Vandermeer University in Pittsburg, which had a reputation for being a very liberal, anti-authority campus. Although their trio would be spread out, Danny found comfort in the fact that they’d all moved from the Midwest to the Northeast.

With promises to stay in touch a visit. Danny got set up in GCU’s dorms, ready to move into the next chapter of his life.

Danny Fenton was 20 when Tim Drake (age 19 but nearing 20) officially became one of his best friends.

They had been introduced to each other by their mutual friend Sebastian Ives for a new Warlocks and Warriors campaign. Their friendship extended beyond WnW when they ended up on the same Applied Physics and Mechanics class. It was cemented when they got pair up for a project in class and had to spend lots of time around each other.

Danny didn’t mind that Tim tended to be a bit flaky and Tim didn’t mind that Danny was possibly not 100% human. They didn’t ask each other too many questions about that stuff. They knew the other had something odd about him and that was fine with them. It was nice to have a causal friend they could be normal with, without being questioned about their more peculiar behaviors.

They officially became best friends when the built a Rube Goldberg machine with a working trebuchet within an hour of the three they had to complete it for their Applied Phys-Mech final. Danny introduced Tim to Sam, Tucker and Jazz. Tim introduced him to Steph, Tam, and Cass. They texted and hung out fairly often. They truly did consider each other one their best friends.

Danny Fenton is 22 when he meets Tim’s family.

Tim’s 21st birthday is coming up and he has plans with his family the day of and is going out with his friends, including a couple from out of town, that night. They want to take him out for his first drink and it’s fortunate timing since it’s the weekend so nobody has to worry about classes. Everyone who was going was already informed that Tim would be spending most of the day with his family before Steph and Cass would bring to the club everyone was meeting up at. Which is why it’s purely a coincidence when he runs into them at BatBurger during the lunch rush.

Danny had just picked up the part-time job to earn a little extra cash to pay for his hobbies. Tim new about it but didn’t know the exact location he worked. That’s why they were both presently surprised when they heard each others voices in the drive through. When they pulled up to window Danny saw his friend leaning over a tired looking black-haired man, trying to stick his head out of the drivers window to give Danny a maniacal grin.

He quickly introduced the other passengers of the car as his dad, Bruce, and three of his brothers Dick, Jason, and Duke. He mentioned he had a fourth brother, Damian, who was still at home. Danny couldn’t really see everyone all that well on account of they were inside a car but he happily greeted them as well. They laughed and Danny wished Tim a happy birthday saying he’d see him at his celebration later tonight before handing them their food. He could the rowdy boys ribbing their brother as the car drove away and Danny resumed his work.

That incident seemed to have opened a gate because now Tim felt more comfortable inviting him over when his brothers were still around the house. He occasionally talked about his family more and Danny returned the favor letting snippets of his own family spill a little more. Occasionally, he’d see Tim’s family outside of his interactions with Tim.

He’d run into Damian, and sometimes Bruce or Dick was with him, at the museum or in the park while the younger had been walking his dog and stopped to say hi a couple of times. He chatted with Dick a couple of times when they were both in line to get coffee at a cafe. He saw Duke on a college tour once and waved at him.

The family member he probably saw the most other that Tim (and by extension Cass) was actually Jason. He’d ended up ditching BatBurger to get some more practical experience at an apprenticeship at the auto shop Jason went to to get his motorcycle serviced. The two of them got along pretty well and would often make conversation when Jason was waiting on his bike to be ready or to get his bill.

At first is was small talk about little things like how he and Tim were doing in class or how their days were going but they soon grew to have genuine interests in each other. Jason let Danny talk about space and mechanics and even gave his own thoughts sometimes, once helping Danny realize he was over complicating the circuit board of the device he was building. In return Danny let Jason ramble to him about literature, even taking the initiative to read a book Jason mentioned so he could talk to him about it better. Their conversation tended to be on the briefer side but were always enjoyable to both parties.

Danny actually liked being around Jason a lot but didn’t really bring that fact up a lot around Tim as it didn’t seem necessary. Tim was pretty glad that Danny got along with his family but he preferred to keep them in separate places in his mind. Danny knew and respected that, only really mentioning that he’d seen them recently and that they’d told him to say hi on their behalf (or die in Damian’s case occasionally).

Tim Drake was 22 when he came to a horrific realization.

Well, perhaps horrific was a bit of an exaggeration. Tim wasn’t necessarily horrified by the revelation. In all honesty he didn’t know how to feel. He felt an odd mixture of protectiveness, possessiveness, confusion, and optimism(?).

You see, Tim and Danny had been hanging out in the campus center, studying and goofing off when he got a text from Jason saying he was coming to pick him up for family dinner at the manor since he was closest and Dick was busy picking up Duke and Damian from their after school clubs.

“What’s up?” Danny asked him curiously.

Tim set his phone on the table and started putting his stuff away. “My brother is coming to pick me up for family dinner so I gotta head out soon.”

“Ah well I should probably get going too. Tell Dick I said hi.”

“Actually, it’s Jason. Dick is picking up Duke and Damian,” he said shoving his textbook into his bag.

“Oh? That’s nice of him. Hey do you wanna just head out together?” Danny asked, fidgeting with his hoodie strings.

Tim noticed a slight strain in Danny’s voice at the mention of Jason but didn’t comment. He just nodded his head sure and walked outside with Danny. They got out to the street when Tim realized he’d left his phone in the library. He faced palmed and asked Danny if he could hold his stuff so it wouldn’t slow him down as he ran back to the campus center to get his phone. Danny agreed to and hold his stuff and wait for Jason while Tim went back.

After getting his phone Tim started heading back to where he left Danny when he saw that Jason had arrived that Jason had arrived and was talking to Danny. He was about to call out to them when he noticed several things in quick succession. Danny was fidgeting with his hoodie, something he tended to do when nervous. The tips of Danny’s ears were a light shade of pink (it isn’t cold out yet?). Danny looked deeply absorbed in his conversation with Jason in a way that reminded Tim of how he talked about space. And Jason seemed just as absorbed in the conversation as well.

The gears in Tim’s head went into overdrive and he realized ‘Ah- Danny has a crush on Jason’. His eyes widened as his head whipped around to examine Jason again. He saw a look of genuine fondness in his eyes. Thus Tim was confronted with the aforementioned horrific realization and complicated feelings. Tim didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or both.

‘My dumbass best friend has a crush on my brother. And worse(?), my idiot brother returns those feelings.’

#dc x dp #long post #dead on main #danny fenton #tim drake #jason todd #jason todd x danny fenton #danny and tim are bffs #Danny has a crush on his best friends older brother #he hasn’t realized this quite yet #Tim isn’t sure how to feel about this #Jason probably likes Danny too but also doesn’t realize it #Tim is the only one who is aware and suffering #he has to make a choice:#wingman his idiot friend and idiot brother #or hoard his friend to himself #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

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breesperez139 · 7 months

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Dc x Dp Prompt #4

Viral Thirst Trap AU:

The only thing Danny could feel right now was complete and utter humiliation. As always, it started off as a joke. Tiktok was something Amity Park didn’t have access to for a while considering the fact that they were cut off from the rest of the world until a few months ago when Technus and Tucker teamed up to fix the media blackout.

Amity Park debated on this topic heavily weighing the pros and cons and eventually decided on the outside world only knowing about things Amity Park allowed. Meaning unless an Amity Parker posted it on social media platform meant for the public, no one would know. Hacking would be impossible without ghost resistant tech and visitors wouldn’t be able to expose anything without it so truly there was no downside to this unless someone slipped.

Inside jokes on Phantom and Amity Park were a norm often leaving others confused before scrolling and moving on. In fact most of the posts coming from Amity Park are ignored by the masses. But not this one. No this time someone just had to post a thirst trap edit of him under the “think I need someone older” sound with the caption “when he fits the Bill 😍😍“ on tiktok.

And he knows it’s meant to tease him because of the Invis-o-Bill reference (which fuck whoever’s acc that was for bringing that up) but why did it have to go viral?? Like yes he knows this is a joke on him being “older” because of time travel shenanigans and “colder” because of his ice and “take the weight off your shoulders” because he’s a hero. But why??

Now he had people simping over him and wanting to know more about him and Amity Park (and man where they overjoyed to let others know about their local (and favorite) hero). And just when he thought his undead life couldn’t get any worse, the fucking JL had to show up after he was kidnapped (summoned) by some crazy ass cult. Even worse, their sidekicks immediately recognized him as the quote unquote “hot dead hero from tiktok”. Someone finish killing him now.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #ghost king danny #ghost king danny phantom #good parents jack and maddie #Idk about vlad though #Danny is 18 or older #your choice on who posted the tiktok #the thirst trap was meant as an actual thirst trap #but op didn’t want Danny to know it was real so they made the invis-o-bill reference #Danny is embarrassed about all the good attention he’s been receiving from non amity parkers #it’s strange but nice

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jerzwriter · 10 months

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I'll Have What She's Having... (1/3)

OK - I had too much fun writing this! This is for @choicesprompts Rewrite Event. I selected this iconic scene from the best romcom of all time, When Harry Met Sally. I will be posting two other scenes from the movie as well.

Background: In this AU, Tobias & Casey are good friends. They're two doctors working at neighboring hospitals. They have a lot in common and love each other's company, but they decided to keep things friendly. Today, they're meeting for lunch, and Casey's becoming annoyed because Tobias is late... again. I hope you enjoy this!

Book: Open Heart (Choices)

Based on: When Harry Met Sally (Movie)

Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Casey Mactavish (F!MC)

Rating: Teen + / Sexual situations (not explicit)

Words: 1,500

A/N: As mentioned above, participating in @choicesprompts Rewrite Event

Casey felt a slight chill run through her as goosebumps formed on her skin. She rubbed her arms to warm up, though she wasn’t complaining. The cafe's arctic air conditioning was a welcome reprieve from the sultry Boston day outside. She glanced at her watch and sighed. Punctuality mattered to Dr. MacTavish. Most people knew that and tried to respect it. Unfortunately, that didn't include her dear friend, Tobias. She was beginning to wonder if he was purposefully late every time, but… her mind shifted as the front door opened, ushering in a hot summer breeze, the sounds of honking horns, and one handsome, smirking physician. Most would look sheepish for making her wait, but not Tobias Carrick. His bravado was as present as the defined muscles visible, even through his t-shirt. All she could do was shake her head.

“Hey there, sunshine,” he beamed, sliding into the booth across from her, and instantly reaching over to grab one of her fries. Casey smacked his hand away, but he was too quick, and happily chewed on the fried treat as she huffed.

“You’re late again! And for your punishment, you can’t eat any of my food! You'll have to wait until your own arrives!” She slid her plate away and protectively leaned over it, inadvertently offering a peek down her tank top. Not one to miss such things, Tobias clearly noticed but looked away quickly. He was not letting himself think of her in that way. He'd give her this battle; she could keep her fries.

“I’m not that late,” he grumbled as he flagged the waitress over.

“You’re fifteen minutes late.”

“If we’re being honest, I walked in the door two minutes ago, so technically, I’m only thirteen minutes late, and I had… reasons.”

“Mmm,” Casey sighed, playfully taunting him with her fries. “Let’s see, you didn’t drive… the T is running on schedule… you’re off from work today… a good reason… what’s their name?”

“Whose name?” He asked that sheepishness suddenly appearing.

“The reason’s name,” she grinned. “Whose bed did you have trouble crawling out of to come to have lunch with little ol’ me? You know you really have to start scheduling better.”

Tobias’s face tensed up as a rare look of exasperation appeared.

“I wasn’t… I didn’t… I wasn’t crawling out of anyone’s bed… OK!” He insisted. But Casey refused to look away, her lips curled into a knowing smirk as her eyes locked on his.

“Fine! We never made it to the bed… it was more like the couch… wiseass.”

Casey popped another fry into her mouth… victorious.

“OK,” he chuckled. “Stop being so cocky… it's not like you know everything.”

“Oh, I know enough! For example, I know. I’m so glad I never slept with you.”

“Really?” He answered, appearing to be insulted. “And why is that?”

“Because… I’d just be another notch on your belt. Another person you rushed out of bed... or off the couch from... to go have lunch with a friend. Late, of course.”

“So you’re happier with the role of friend?”

“Absolutely! I mean, you’re a halfway decent friend..."

"Gee, thanks!"

"Would you shut up," she scolded, reaching across the table to playfully smack him. "I mean, we have longevity. I'm confident you'll still be in my life this time next year, but if I was one of your conquests? I'd just think you were an asshole.”

“An asshole?” His voice and brows were raised, and Casey was unsure if he was really mad, but she didn't back down.

“Yes, an asshole. No one is saying that you have to settle down and get married, Tobias. But you’re like the walking definition of wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. At least I hope you get the thank you out before you’re rushing to the door… manners are important!”

“You know,” he said, dropping his just-delivered sandwich to his plate. “I don’t promise anyone anything more than that! I’m not a total dick! Besides,” he smiled smugly. “They seem happy enough with the results.”

“Of course they do. You’re out the door before they can offer any constructive criticism. I'll bet half of them never even get your number.”

He aggressively took a bite of his sandwich, confidently catching Casey’s gaze. “Trust me. They’re pleased.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“What do you mean? How do I know… I know.”

“Why? Because they have an orgasm?”

“An? An implies one. That's for amateurs. Please, I'm insulted," he winked as Casey chortled. “Why are you laughing."

“Because unlike your… species… we can fake it... even more than once. So you don't really know.”

“Do you fake it?”

“Me? Never. I'm not about to give someone a prize for something they haven't earned."

“Mmm, but you’re saying the women I’ve been with do?”

“I'm not saying all of them,” she shrugged. “But sadly, far too many women still do it, so yeah, I’m sure at least a percentage of them have faked it.”

“No, they haven’t,” he snickered, quickly grabbing one of her fries.

“Oh, yes. I forgot,” Casey chided. “You know… because… you’re a man.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning most women have admitted to faking an orgasm, and most men say it's never happened with them… so you do the math.”

“Well, I'm not most men,” he said cockily and returned to eating "I'd be able to tell the difference."

Casey decided not to say another word, but her wheels were spinning. With a sardonic smile, she put her plan into motion.

“Ooooh,” she gasped softly. Doing it again to ensure she had his attention.

“Case?”

“Oh… oh, God…” she whispered, leaning forward the slightest bit."

Tobias’s brow furrowed in concern. “What is it? Are you sick? You need to leave?”

“I… I… oh God,” she muttered, the volume of her voice increasing as she let out a soft, languid groan. “I just… I just… Oh my... GOD!”

Tobias sighed and placed his food on his plate. The look on his face was a mixture of mortified and amused, and he wasn't sure which side he was going to land on.

Her eyes screwed shut, and her well-manicured hand ran slowly through her long, wavy hair as the other desperately clutched the table, balling the tablecloth in her fist. Her face flushed pink, her breath more jagged, then her head flung back with dramatic flair.

“It’s… you’re… oh my, God… right there… right… you're right there... don't ... don't stop... AHH!” She wailed, now commanding the attention of everyone in the tiny cafe. Normally unflappable, Tobias appeared to blush as the attention grew, offering a half-smile and slight wave to those watching the show unfold.

“Oh, God… Oh, God… that’s it.. that’s so good, oh, God… Tobiiiasssss,” she hissed in a graveled tone as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, alarmed at the effect her saying his name in such a way had on him. “Tobias, you’re … you’re… Oh God… Oh God... Yes! YES! YES! YES!! YESSS!” she screamed as her back arched and her head thrashed wildly from side to side, her hands desperately grabbing the table, causing the ice cubes in their drinks to jiggle with her every gyration.

Without an ounce of remorse, she sat upright, and fully composed, she returned to eating as if she didn’t have ten cell phones pointed at her, capturing her award-worthy performance that was bound to go viral.

Bemused, Tobias studied her with an impish grin.

“Are you done?” he finally asked with amusement.

“Oh, absolutely,” she smirked. “And hopefully, so are your delusions.”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “You know, now I’m kinda happy we never slept together, too.”

“Oh really? I already told you I don’t fake it, I can, but I won't… so you wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“No, but apparently, I’d have to worry about everyone in my neighborhood hearing.”

Casey’s eyes locked on his, a smile so innocent it defied the moment on her lips. “And that would be a problem for you?”

Tobias reached for his glass, downing the contents in their entirety in the hopes it would quench the heat rising in his body. Heat that had nothing to do with the temperature outside.

“Honesty, no,” he grinned. “That’s not a problem for me.”

“I didn’t think so,” Casey giggled.

“Say, what are your plans for the rest of the day? Wanna go see the game tonight?” he asked, compelling himself to change the subject.

“Can’t,” she replied as she chewed her food. “I have a date tonight.”

“Oh? With who?”

“A resident at Kenmore… but I’m not telling you who unless we decide to go on a second date. I don't need you antagonizing them.”

“Like I would?” he answered as she shot him a knowing look.

They fought over whose turn it was to pay the bill, each insisting it was their own. When Tobias grabbed the check and headed toward the counter, Casey Venmoed him for her portion. And he thought he won?

The hot air hit them the moment he door pushed open. And while Casey relished it for a moment, Tobias did not. He had yet to cool down from all that had transpired inside, and this wasn't helping. He rocked on his feet as they stood outside.

“So. You’re really not going to tell me who it is?”

“I will,” she replied bashfully, “if there’s a second date…maybe.”

“Well, that's definitive," he laughed. "Fine. Have fun… and don’t fake anything.”

“I never do,” she laughed, reaching up to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Hey, you up for brunch tomorrow?”

“I can do brunch,” he answered, quicker than anticipated.

“Good," the smile on her face went all the way up to her eyes, then with a twist of her hips, she was walking away. But not before stopping once more to offer some advice. "Oh, and Tobias," she smiled, “don’t be late.”

He watched her walk away and kept watching until she was lost in the crowd. Then he took his phone from his pocket and lifted it to his ear as he turned to walk in the opposite direction.

“Hey!” he said enthusiastically when his call was answered. “Sally, it’s Dr. Carrick. Listen, can you do me a favor and look at the schedule… what residents are on duty tonight?”

“Great,” he replied. “And can you send a copy of that list to my e-mail? You’re a doll, Sally. I’ll make sure to mention it to your boss!”

His mind kept wandering as he walked home. He'd figure it out. It would be easy, he thought. A simple process of elimination. He’d have the person’s name by tomorrow at brunch. In fact, he’d have tonight before he headed to bed… early. After all, he needed a good night’s sleep because there was no way he was going to be late for brunch tomorrow.

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noxcheshire · 11 days

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HOT TAKE

But I like the idea of the phantom world being reincarnated into very unexpected people.

Like I still love the idea of Danny being Martha or Thomas.

Or Dani being another clone, or her being Damian, and Sam being Poison Ivy and or Martha, etc.

But I also like the unhinged nonsense of Sam being a clone in the dc world — ideally Kon, and Dani (or Dan) being Bruce, while Vlad is gasp Thomas Wayne.

HEAR ME OUT

JUST HEAR ME OUT

I just think the idea of Danny finding out that in an alternate world he married a nicer and age appropriate Vlad and had the son the guy has been demanding for so long in their world is hilarious.

The absolute mental breakdown that boy will go through: this is my son, and I love him, look at him go being a hero and kicking ass, but holy fucking Ancients above I fucked VLAD —

And on the other hand, can you imagine Bruce’s reaction? To his alternate mom being a sassy teenage boy, his alternate dad being an older guy ‘preying’ on this kid that absolutely HATES the guy, and being an absolute creep while his alt self **gestures to your choosing** is either a tiny girl menace or the biggest and meanest growling ghost that is BARELY tolerating being in the same space as the living.

But they also hate his alternate dad and would punch him into next week with Mom! Danny.

This man will being going THROUGH IT.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #dp x dc prompt #batman #I’m kinda leaning into Tucker being Starfire #I just think he deserves to blast green powers #and also be the hottest girl he’s ever seen #I’m thinking maybe Jack Fenton is Dick Greyson #still debating on the others BUT DO YOU SEE MY VISION?#DO YOU SEE WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN?#GIVE THE ENTIRE DP SIDE OF THEIR UNIVERSE TRAUMA by seeing what they could be in an alternate world of themselves #Danny is going through it too #Vlad is not seeing the picture outside of the absolute joy he has at finally having a son that is just like Danny but without the clones #Vlad: finally! I have a son! And he has your blood Daniel!#Bruce: oh my god my dad is a creep #Sam judging Kon’s everything: you’re on thin fucking ice #she likes his fit but will fist fight him over what he eats and how he acts with his crush #Either Tim is Paulina or Valarie #Sam is judging Kon’s choices

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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Searching For The Truth

Book - TRR AU (The Other Nevrakis)

Pairings - Drake x Lilith (OC), Liam x Riley (implied)

A/N - This fic was initiated from a writing prompt. For some reason, my mind went this direction with it, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I’m pretty proud of it. So thanks @choicesprompts for letting me take part in this! The bolded section at the beginning is from the prompt and the rest is mine.

A/N 2 - This is from my fic, The Other Nevrakis, set shortly after the book ends. If you haven’t read my fic, Lilith is my OC who is Olivia’s younger sister. You don’t need to have read my fic to understand this one shot.

Word Count - 4,880

Warnings - Language, blood, violence

18+ only

The cool wind pushes my hair back as I walk along the familiar path, every step taking me deeper into the past. It’s been years since I’ve been here; everything is different.

Everything is the same.

I’m not paying attention to the present as I walk, I’m too lost in memories of long ago. That’s why I don’t notice the person walking towards me until I hear a familiar voice call my name.

I freeze. It can’t be. What are the odds?

I lift my head as my eyes dart wildly around before finally landing on a face I’d recognize anywhere, even now.

“It’s you.” She says coldly.

I’m speechless. How did that old shrew manage to sneak up on me like this?

My heart pounds as I look into the pale, harsh face of the woman who resembles my father.. The father I only know from photographs. The father who I discovered never even wanted me. The father who, along with my mother, planned a coup to overthrow the royal family when I was only a toddler. The father who was arrested and mysteriously found dead days later.

I don’t know why I’m so surprised to see her. I mean, I am in the gardens of her home and I did come here with the intention to talk to her. I suppose it’s because I was hoping for more time to collect my thoughts before I spoke to her. Perhaps it’s because the last time I saw her, I was a small frightened child. Her red hair is now streaked with coarse, gray strands, and the years have only managed to make her frown even more callous and abrasive than I remember.

“Why did you come back here, girl?” The severe red-head woman demands, as if I’m an unwanted guest and not her niece.

I take a steadying breath, preparing to ask what I had rehearsed in my head a hundred times before.

Lucretia has always been cold. I mean, she left Olivia and I to be raised by strangers for our entire youth after our parents passed away. She could have taken us in. Hell, any of our distant family members could have. Although, looking back I can't help but feel grateful that they didn’t. Life had been difficult growing up with Olivia, but I can't imagine Lucretia being the warm, friendly, mom-figure I always wanted.

I hold my head high when I speak, despite her penetrating gaze that leaves me feeling as if I’ve suddenly aged in reverse and once again am that trembling, intimidated girl who just wants to be loved by her aunt. “I came to ask you something.”

Lucretia cuts her eyes across the garden we’re standing in, looking toward her imposing, forbidding manor. “Come inside then.”

I follow behind her, while the frost covered leaves crunch underfoot. It’s September, although in Lythikos it feels more like January. We only have two temperatures here: cold, and fucking freezing. I always felt as if the Nevrakis heritage had something to do with that. Some ancient curse from hundreds of years ago. Maybe some old witch hexed our duchy to be as cold as our hearts. It makes sense.. the Nevrakis have never been known for anything else.

I step inside, and the temperature isn’t much warmer than the frigid outside air. I haven’t been here since I was young. I honestly never thought I would come back. Why would I want to? That question had been easy to answer up until recently.

“May I take your coat, my Lady?” A stooped, frail man asks as he approaches me.

I wrap my fur-lined garment around myself tighter. “No, thank you.” This place is an icebox, there’s no way I’m taking this coat off. The cold never used to bother me.. That is until I met someone who made me realize how much better life is when you aren’t alone. I really wish he was here to wrap his arms around me and warm me up. It still amazes me how much I changed for the better since I met him.

Lucretia clears her throat loudly and intentionally, pulling my thoughts from Drake, and bringing me back to the dusty, dank foyer I’m standing in.

“Come on, girl, we can sit in the parlor.” She turns and walks off without waiting to see if I will follow.

The entire estate is dark. Like dark, dark. It feels like something out of a horror film. I half expect Dracula to be skulking around the pitch black hallways, and once again I am very thankful that I wasn't raised here.

I follow my aunt into the parlor, which is only lit by candles and a meager fire in the hearth. What the hell is with this woman?

She sits in an antique chair and I reluctantly take a seat across from her, unable to miss the smattering of dust particles that fly into the air as I do so. There are several old paintings of past Nevrakis nobles and warriors adorning the walls. Many I’ve seen before, as they are also lining the walls of our estate. I can’t help but think of how Drake would feel if he was in here. He’d probably be telling me to get the hell out of this creepy ass house. Riley is a straight up coward and would have never even gone in. Liam.. well Liam is a bit of a wild card. I never know what to expect from him. His sense of duty and propriety would probably have him play the perfect guest, even though Lucretia's home looks like a haunted house. I cannot wait to tell them about how creepy this place looks on the inside. Maybe I should discreetly snap some pictures so they’ll actually believe me.

An elderly woman with trembling hands approaches the two of us, holding a tray with a black and gold china teapot and two cups and saucers. “Here you are, my ladies.” She bows and slips back into the shadows.

Lucretia pours her own tea first. An intentional gesture from her that says she has no respect for me whatsoever and doesn’t want me here. I’m tired of the passive aggressive bullshit. “Lucretia, I-”

“Ahem.” She clears her throat loudly. “I know why you’re here.”

“Ok.” I maintain eye contact while her red lips curl into a snarl.

“You want to know more about your parents.” She says matter of factly.

I don’t suppose it’s any surprise. There’s no other reason why I would ever want to come here or speak with her. But she is the only one who can tell me anything about them now.

I nod and pour myself some tea. “Not just that. I-”

“You want to know how they died.” She interrupts again with a smirk.

I wait to see if she has more to say, but she just raises that pointed eyebrow that looks exactly like my sister’s and continues her cold grin.

“Yes.”

Lucretia places her cup on the table and sits back crossing her legs, adjusting her velvet crimson dress over her lap. Instead of answering me, she lets out a laugh that feels as if she’s taunting me. Of course this isn’t going to be easy. I knew it wouldn't be, but I hadn’t planned on her being so damn smug.

She wants to be a bitch? Fine. I can play that game. “Look, I don’t remember anything about them, obviously, seeing as how I was practically a baby when they died. As my father’s only sister, I thought you would have obtained plenty of information about their death. But I suppose some Nevrakis are not as competent as others.”

Lucretia’s eyes narrow to slits as she glares. “You’re one to talk. Traitor.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I cross my arms, refusing to back down from the challenging look in her eyes.

She lets out a condescending laugh. “Why don’t you just head on back to the palace to your cronies? I mean, one of them is the son of the man who killed your parents.”

Well.. Constantine killed them. That’s not as much of a shock as it probably should be. “Liam has nothing to do with what his father did. He was a child when it happened.”

Lucretia rolls her eyes. “You think Constantine didn’t raise his sons to be just like him?” She scoffs, taking a sip of her tea before speaking again. “That entire family is corrupt.”

“You think that my parents planning to overthrow and murder their entire family isn’t ‘corrupt’?”

Lucretia leans forward, speaking quietly. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Enlighten me then. Please.” I scoff. “Tell me how my parents were justified in their actions of attempted treason and murder.”

“My god, Lilith. You’re in so deep with the Rys family that you are becoming one of them!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Lucretia smirks and I can tell she knows something she’s not saying. She thinks she has the upper hand and I need her to keep talking. “Little girl, if you think I don’t have sources, then you are sorely mistaken. For instance.. I know you and your low-born lover are involved in the occasional dalliance with King Liam and Queen Riley.”

I try to mask my surprise and keep my face neutral. How the fuck does she know anything about that? Nobody knows about that. No, she doesn’t know. She’s bluffing or talking about something else. Come on, Lilith calm down. Don’t forget why you’re here. “Yes, I am friends with them, but I’m not sure what you’re trying to imply.” I try to look aloof as I sip my tea, which by the way, tastes like old potting soil.

“I wonder what the Cordonian citizens would think about their King and Queen fornicating with a commoner and a Nevrakis.”

Ah fuck, she really does know. It’s not like it’s even a daily thing that happens. Like once a month.. Maybe twice. But we have always made sure to keep things very discreet. She would have to have cameras in our bedrooms or something to know about this. “That’s ridiculous.”

She chuckles. “I agree. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

“Lucretia, I didn’t think a Nevrakis would stoop to rumors and slander.”

She leans across the table toward me again, “Liam isn’t the only one who has loyal underlings inside the palace.”

“Bullshit.”

Lucretia flips her hair behind her shoulder. “You stupid girl. You know your parents didn’t act alone. And not everyone who was involved in the coup was caught.”

I shake my head, trying to keep her talking. “I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to. It’s true whether you believe it or not.” Lucretia says with a grin.

I can’t help but laugh at her boldness. “You are a delusional old hermit! There’s no way anyone would ever bother to report to you. You’re just a washed up, has-been!”

Oh ya, she’s pissed. I see her dig her fingernails into the table as she speaks with a hiss. “I am the only real remaining Nevrakis! You are literally sleeping with the enemy!” Lucretia sighs loudly. “And your sister.. has always been too soft for Liam to handle this. Even though he clearly doesn’t want her, she just doesn’t have the stomach to accept that and do what she needs to do.”

Holy fuck. “Oh and you do? Give me a break.” I gesture around the pathetic state of her home. “Look at this dump! Do you even use electricity?! Indoor plumbing? There’s no way you could lead a coup when you refuse to even join the rest of the world in the twenty-first century!”

“I have no less than twenty-five people working for me at the palace at this very moment!” Lucretia snaps. “I could say the word and they would execute the King and Queen in a heartbeat! No questions asked!” Lucretia crossed her arms over her chest. “I have people watching you too.” Her mouth twists into a maniacal grin. ‘Even right now.”

Suddenly the room feels even darker and more haunting than before, and I’m trying not to show the trepidation that's stirring inside of me as it feels like the walls are closing in. Every instinct I have is telling me to run, but I came here for a reason. And I’m not done yet. “I don’t believe you.” I swallow down my fear to try and keep her talking. I’m not a child, and she doesn’t get to make me feel afraid anymore.

“You really are an impudent little brat. No wonder your parents never wanted you. They could tell from the get go that you were worthless. A pathetic excuse for a Nevrakis.”

“Ha! I assume you were nowhere around when they stormed the palace. If you were so involved in all this, then where the hell were you?!”

“I was the mastermind behind the attack, you dumb bitch!” Lucretia’s eyes are burning with rage. “I told them where to enter. I was the one who made sure the Nevrakis had loyal servants on the inside! Hell, I was the one who branded each of them with the Nevrakis family crest on their forearms after their initiation!” Lucretia was now standing, her piercing green eyes looking down at me like she was ready to sprout horns and breathe fire, while she continued to scream wildly at me. “Your parents were the ones who messed up and didn’t follow orders like they were supposed to! I told them to go to the children’s rooms first and take them as leverage, but they insisted on going straight to Constantine and Eleanor.”

I’m even more confused than before, but I think we’re past the point of keeping our thoughts and feelings quiet. “Take the children as leverage?”

“To get the King and Queen to surrender. Then when their guard was down, your parents would finish all of them off.”

I feel my heart drop into the bottom of my stomach. This woman is sick.. Fucking mental! “Are you serious?”

Lucretia folds her arms over her chest as she grins triumphantly. “See, this just proves that you know nothing about me. You don’t know what I am capable of.”

“Apparently you’re capable of conspiring to commit treason and murder!” I rise to my feet to match her height. She doesn’t have the upper hand any longer. “Although..” I casually turn my back on her and walk closer to the fireplace. “I still think you’re full of shit.” I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me, and I turn back around to face her. “My parents were brutal strategists with genius IQ’s. I’ve heard enough about them to know that much.” I run my finger across my lips as I taunt her further. “It doesn’t seem plausible that you would be the mastermind behind the whole thing.”

Lucretia slowly stalks over to me, grinning all the while. She grabs a candelabra from the mantle and tips it downward. I have no idea what she’s doing, but I know I can take her if she’s going to try and attack me with it. Suddenly I hear a grinding noise resonating beside the fireplace as the stones start to shift and slowly slide away, revealing a small crawl space. No fucking way. My mind is torn between the shock of what she is telling and literally showing me, and the fact that she is this stupid. Did she think this was a good place to hide something? I’m starting to think she has never seen a movie in her life. I mean, come on, the trigger for the secret passage is always in the candelabra! Could this bitch be more of a stereotypical evil spinster aunt?

Lucretia has her hands on her hips, watching me carefully. “Go on.” She gestures at the dark aperture that has just opened up. “Reach in and see for yourself.”

I take out my phone and turn on the flashlight. No fucking way I’m reaching in there blindly. When I crouch down and peer inside I see a stack of documents. I pull them out, all the while staying aware of my surroundings - Which, by the way, I can barely see in this dark, grim room.

I don’t have to look at the documents for long to recognize exactly what they are. Blueprints of the palace. Points of entry and schedules of guard changes. Notes written in detail depicting where the Nevrakis undercover agents were stationed. I try to will my heart rate to return to normal, certain that she can hear it as it pounds in my ears. When I glance back up at my aunt, she is leaning against the wall, arms crossed looking completely pleased with herself.

I flip to a page that shows Liam and Leo’s bedrooms with notes saying to take them first, and my stomach twists. “You’re sick.”

She smiles. “No. I’m a real Nevrakis. You could have been one too if your parents didn’t fail, and had been able to raise you properly. Hell, you would be a princess and your sister would be queen.”

“And what would that make you?”

“The mastermind. I may stay behind the scenes, but I pull the strings.”

I can’t help but shake my head in disgust as another thought hits me. “Liam’s mother died a few years after this..”

I don’t have to ask, and Lucretia doesn’t have to answer for me to know the truth. “Eleanor got too nosy. Too pushy. One of my idiot informants turned traitor against me and told her everything. So naturally he and Eleanor had to be dealt with.” She shrugs and looks down at her fingernails as if she just told me the most casual thing in the world.

“You killed Liam’s mother?”

“I did. Made the poison myself.”

She admitted it. She actually admitted it. My blood runs cold as I realize what this means. She has no intention of letting me leave with this information. I take a deep breath. It’s ok. I knew this was a possibility when I went down this rabbit hole. I’m prepared.

“So. Why are you telling me all of this incriminating information?”

Once again, a sinister grin pulls at her lips. “Because I know you won’t tell anyone.”

I casually reach into my pocket and feel around. I’m going to need backup very soon. I slide my fingers along the plastic until I feel the raised button, pushing it repeatedly.

“Lucretia, if you think-” I’m cut off by a cold, sharp feeling against my throat as someone holds me from behind. A knife. Someone has a fucking knife against my throat. God dammit, I let the shock of the information get the better of me and I wasn’t watching my back. Olivia would kill me herself if she knew I had gotten so sloppy.

Lucretia pushes off the wall she had been leaning against and makes her way over to me with a foul grin. “I told you, little girl. You’re. Not. Telling. Anyone.” She makes sure to emphasize each word as she gets closer and closer to my face.

The knife digs into my flesh slightly, but I don’t struggle. I know better. I can get out of this and take down her and whoever the fuck is holding a knife to my throat. But what I don’t know is how many other people are hiding in the shadows of this room at this very moment.

I feel buzzing in my pocket and grin.

Lucretia is just a breath away from me at this point, and I can see the fire in her eyes. “And why are you smiling, Lilith?”

“Because you’re a dead woman.”

Without another word I slam my head backwards, crashing into the forehead of the person holding the knife to my throat. The knife clatters to the floor and I wrench the man's arm backward before slamming his head into the stone hearth with a sharp crack. He goes down easily. Lucretia hasn’t moved, and through the firelight I can see a bead of sweat start to form on her brow. Lucretia looks toward the shadows in the corner of the room and jerks her head at me.

“Take her out.”

Before anything else happens, the doors to Lucretia’s manor are thrown open and windows shatter as armed guards burst into the parlor where we are currently standing. Flashlights are streaming in and the sound of boots and shouting can be heard echoing from every room.

Lucretia is breathing heavily as she realizes what's happening. “You did this?!” Her rage and panic is music to my ears.

“Now who has the upper hand, bitch?”

I hear fighting all around me in the room, which is now illuminated, and I see half a dozen of Lucretia’s henchmen struggling against the armed palace guards. Lucretia turns and starts to run out of the room. Oh hell no. I grab the other candelabra from the mantle, hoping that it's real and not some other mechanism for a secret passageway. I only have a moment to look at what I’m holding, and oh my god, there’s a dagger sticking out of the bottom. Jesus, this woman is extra. I hurl it at her with precision, and it sharply lands in her shoulder. She goes down to the floor with an ear piercing scream as the blade sinks into her flesh, and blood begins to pour from the wound, the same shade of red as her dress. In seconds, the guards have my aunt restrained and are leading her and dozens of her lackeys out of the estate. A commander and medic are at my side checking me over to see if I’m ok. I show them where the documents are. All I want to do is get the hell out of here. Some investigators help me remove the concealed wires and bullet proof vest I’m wearing and I feel like I can breathe a bit easier.

As I make my way outside, sirens fill the air and guards, police, and investigators are everywhere. But there’s only one person I want to see.

“Baby!” I hear that familiar voice call out as he makes his way through the throng of people toward me.

I’m strong. I’m independent. I don’t need anyone.. Except him. My stoic facade breaks as his strong arms wrap around me holding me tight. I relax completely into his touch, allowing myself to just be loved. It took a long time to come to terms with the fact, but I know he’s got me. And I am never letting him go.

Drake steps back to examine me. His eyes wander frantically over my face as his hands are cupping my cheeks. “Are you ok? Did you get hurt?”

I can't help but smile. “I’m fine.”

He tilts my head to the side and gasps when he sees my neck. “Oh my god, Lil! You’re bleeding!”

“Am I?” I don’t feel like I am. I touch my neck, and a small drop of blood coats my index finger. “Drake.. This is a tiny little scrat-”

“We need a doctor over here! Someone fucking get over here and help her! She’s bleeding!”

I can't help but laugh and I know there’s no point in trying to stop him from fussing over me. My god he is the best. A doctor cleans the scratch and places a small bandage over the cut. Drake pulls me to his chest once more. “Come here.”

I want to tease him for being so protective, but I just can't. No one ever cared for me the way he does. And damn it, I love it.

Liam purposely makes his way over to the two of us, concern written across his face. “Lilith, are you ok?”

Drake whirls on him. “I told you this was a bad idea! Your guards were listening the whole time! They should have gone in sooner! She could have gotten killed!”

Liam opens his mouth to speak, but I grab Drake’s arm, turning him around to face me. “Hey. This was my idea, remember?”

“Ya, but..”

“No buts. I wanted to do this, Drake. You know that. Don’t take it out on Liam.”

Drake sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, as Liam places a hand on either of our shoulders. “I really am sorry, both of you. Lilith you were so brave. And Drake.. I can't imagine the fear you must have been-”

“Ya, you can’t imagine it!” Drake interrupts, jabbing a finger into Liam’s chest. “You wanna send Riley into a house of fucking murderers and see how it feels?”

“Drake!” I cry out in shock. I’ve never seen him this angry at Liam before. Although I know it’s not Liam he’s upset with. It’s the situation.

Liam doesn’t say a word. He only stares at the ground, ashamed.

“Drake Walker!” I put my hands on either side of his face but he refuses to look in my eyes. “We had a plan. Everything worked out fine. Lucretia not only confessed, she showed me hard evidence! And now that we know who the traitors are, we can ensure the palace is safe!”

Liam spoke up softly. “Thanks to Lucretia branding them all with the Nevrakis crest on their arms, we can weed them out pretty easily. The guards are doing that at this very moment.”

Drake still refuses to meet my eyes, but I can tell he knows it was the right thing to do. “Drake. Baby..” I’m still softly holding his face in my hands, when I feel his envelope mine.

“I just-” His voice cracks and when he finally meets my eyes, I can see his are rimmed red and shimmering with tears. “I just can't bear to lose you, Lil. It would kill me.”

My heart shatters into a million pieces and I throw my arms around him. I hold him tightly as I feel his body shudder with quiet sobs. I can sense Liam has walked away to give us some privacy, and the two of us hold each other as if we’re afraid to let go. Sirens still ring out around us and people are running about, but the two of us at this moment are the only ones who matter. I can’t help the tears that begin to fall as I feel the deep love and affection he has for me. This man is crying for me. Because he was worried about me. If that’s not love then I don’t know what is.

“Hey.” I pull back and gently wipe his tears with my thumbs. “I love you. So much. I’m sorry I scared you.”

Drake takes a deep breath before speaking. “Lilith, you mean everything to me. I’m sorry I lashed out.. I know it was part of the plan. I just.. When we heard what was happening, and the guards said you pushed the panic button.. My heart just stopped. All I could think was that I might never see you again.”

I hate that I made him feel that way. It hurts my heart more than anything.“Oh, Drake.” I rise on my toes and give him a soft kiss. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never go undercover and infiltrate an evil family member’s home ever again.”

A laugh bursts out of him and it warms my heart. I can’t help but join him.

“God, I hope not.”

We smile at each other for a moment, and he takes my hand in his. “Guess I should apologize to Liam.” He says quietly.

I bump his shoulder with mine. “For sure. But, I know he understands.” I know Liam and Drake didn’t hear exactly what Lucretia had said to me, and Liam is going to be grieving the loss of his mother all over again when he learns that my aunt was the one who killed her. I can’t help but feel guilt and shame deep within me knowing the Nevrakis were responsible for even more terrible shit. But.. Lucretia will be in prison for life. Olivia and I are the only remaining Nevrakis nobles now. We pave the future of our bloodline. And while it’s taken Olivia a while to come around, she’s finally starting to accept that we are better than our ancestors.

We are the Nevrakis. And this is a new era.

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