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Love and War

Sam is struggling with a lot of things. She's half-ghost, she's in love with her two best friends, she's desperately trying to keep both those things a secret, and to top it all off, one of those two best friends is missing, and she's doing everything she can to find him.

For the prompts: Sam has two secrets. One: She's in love with her two best friends. Two: She's a ghost. [from @carelisswriting] Danny has been missing for 2 weeks. Sam and Tucker find him floating, unconscious, in the Ghost Zone, but something's different when he wakes up. [from @hippykattrs], and Reverse trio au but through a series of shenanigans Danny still ends up being the ghost king [from Yellow]

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[Warning for canon-typical violence and kidnapping]

Sam Manson had only two real, genuine, secrets. The kind of secrets a person held close to their chest and kept as if their life depended on it. The kind of secrets a person lied and tricked people in order to keep, no matter how guilty it made them feel. First, that she was a ghost; and second, that she was in love with her two best friends.

The first of those secrets, only her two best friends knew. They were the two people she trusted most in the world, and the only two people she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt wouldn't ever share that secret, even under threat of death.

The other secret, she hadn't told even them. And she probably never would.

It wasn't that she didn't trust them with it, of course she did. It was just that she didn't want to make things awkward between them. Her being a ghost only changed their entire world-view and understanding of human mortality. But her other secret, her secret crush—that getting out could ruin everything.

Her feelings weren't knew to her. Back in eighth grade, she'd started to develop a crush on both of them at the same time, and she'd thought she was a bad person for not being able to pick just one person to like. She'd since gotten over that, because she'd decided it was stupid, and then a little bit after that, she'd also learned what polyamory was, which cemented her decision that her guilt had been stupid.

As time passed, her feelings grew beyond just a couple of simple crushes, and into genuine, actual love, so strong that it hurt a little. She always scoffed and rolled her eyes when the subject of romance came up, pretending she wasn't interested, and that she thought anyone who would waste their time with something so ridiculous, especially in high school, was an idiot.

It helped to keep her true feelings hidden, even though every time she listened to Tucker all but waxing poetic about the most recent tech he'd found at the scrapyard and was gutting, either to repurpose into recycled tech or new techno-goth accessories—or heard Danny bragging about getting the high score on the NASA shuttle flight simulator, or ranting about stars, she was sure they were written all over her face.

She was down bad, and she knew it—but she would rather die than admit it and risk changing their group's whole dynamic, or even worse, losing her friends completely because she'd made it weird between them.

Danny and Tucker had been friends practically since they were born, but Sam had only become their friend in the sixth grade, and even though that was still a solid three years at this point, she still felt that three years wasn't enough to cement her position if she did something too crazy, like confessing her undying love out of nowhere—not that she would do it like that, because even if she was brave enough to confess at all, that would be coming on way too strong.

The other secret was... more recent. Freshman year had barely started, and the three of them were all hanging out at Danny's house. His parents had made a portal, claiming that it would lead to a place called the Ghost Zone. Unfortunately, it didn't work. It was still cool enough—in theory, at least—that Danny took Sam and Tucker down into his parents' lab to show it to them.

Sam took a couple of pictures. It did look really cool, for a hole in the wall. very futuristic and techie.

"You should go inside and let me take a picture of you," Sam suggested to Danny.

"Are you kidding?" Danny scoffed. "This is untested technology, what if I get electrocuted or something?"

"Fine, I'll do it, and you can take the picture," Sam replied with a roll of her eyes. "It doesn't work, anyway." She handed her camera off to Danny.

"At least put a protective jumpsuit on?" Danny requested. "I don't wanna see you get hurt."

"That's sweet," Sam said. Her tone was sarcastic, but her feelings were genuine. Danny always was sweet—and was only sometimes a bit of a jackass. "Make sure to get the whole portal in the picture. Don't just focus on me and ignore the background."

She borrowed one of Danny's jumpsuits and put it on over her clothes. It was a bit loose on her, and Sam always somehow managed to destroy or stain white clothes, but her main complaint was the big Jack Fenton decal on the chest, which she promptly tore off and threw away.

"I'm not walking around with your dad's face on my chest," she said, then went to stand just inside the portal. "Alright, take the picture."

Danny did, and once the flash faded, Sam turned around to get a look at the big, steel tunnel she was standing in. It was cold and dark, and gave her a strange almost menacing sort of energy that made her body feel like it was buzzing, and she kind of dug it, to be honest. It was weird, but cool.

"This this is actually really cool," she remarked, taking a few steps further in.

"Be careful, Sam!" Danny shouted after her.

The deeper she got in, the stranger it became. In the darkness, the seams in the metal interior seemed to faintly glow and pulse with green, like something was trying to squeeze its way through the cracks, even though the portal didn't work.

Before Sam knew it, she was all the way at the back of the tunnel, and there was some kind of iris shaped mechanism. It, too, appeared to glow, ever so faintly in the dark. Too curious for her own good, Sam put her gloved hand on the mechanism. That turned out to be a mistake.

It happened in an instant, too fast for her to even scream. And when she gasped it felt as if her throat was being filled with silly putty and she choked. Her body was flooded with energy. Simultaneously, red hot pain tore through her every molecule, and an icy chill engulfed her like she'd just fallen through the ice into a frozen lake. The force of the energy from that mysterious mechanism sent her flying backwards as a bright, toxic green filled her vision, pressing in on her from all sides.

The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the Fentons' lab, with Danny and Tucker both leaning over her, repeating her name in panicked tones.

"Hm?" she groaned out. "What... what happened?"

Danny and Tucker looked at each other, both of them seemingly at a loss. Danny still had her Polaroid camera, and he held it up and snapped a picture of her, for some reason. She flinched at the flash.

The photo printed, and Danny pulled it off the camera and started to shake it. "Now... don't freak out when you see it but..." he looked at the picture with a pained expression. "Here."

When he turned it around to show her, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. If she hadn't watched him take the picture, she wouldn't have believed it was even her in it. Her hair had turned shock white, and her violet eyes a glowing green. In the back of her mind, almost hysterically, she noted that the jumpsuit was black now, meaning she had once again managed to ruin another piece of white clothing—although it definitely wasn't just a nasty-sauce stain this time.

"What... happened to me?" she asked, her voice a raspy croak.

"I think... you're a ghost," Danny said.

"But hey," Tucker added, obviously trying to bring up the mood. "At least you look cool!"

She did, admittedly, look very cool. Although the dark and spooky aesthetic was more in line with Tucker's than her own.

As it turned out, Sam was only half ghost, or at the very least, if she was a ghost, she could transform to look basically human. If she looked very closely in the mirror, she could see the differences from the way she looked before. The way her hair was lighter, and seemed to almost float whenever she turned her head. The ways her eyes reflected when she moved, or when light shined directly on them.

It was fine.

She was fine.

That had been a few months ago, now, and with the help of all the ghost hunting technology Danny managed to 'borrow' from his parent's lab (though he usually had to modify it with his own engineering skills to make it actually work), Sam had become something of a hero around Amity Park—the Specter. Once Sam had gotten the portal working, other ghosts started to cause come through it into Amity Park, and unlike Sam they all seemed to want to stir up trouble. Although Danny liked to argue that Sam stirred up plenty of trouble herself too.

He used to argue anyway.

But the problem Sam was facing right now wasn't secrets, or crushes, or ghosts. The problem she was most worried about at the moment, was the fact that Danny had been missing for two weeks. According to his parents, he'd been carried off by a ghost, one who hadn't stopped long enough for a chat.

She and Tucker were pretty sure he was somewhere in the Ghost Zone, but that hardly narrowed it down. The Ghost Zone was endless, infinite, impossibly vast. They could search for decades and never find Danny. That didn't deter them in the slightest though. They couldn't get away with just abandoning their lives to search for their friend, but every day after school, and all through the weekends, Sam and Tucker had borrowed the Fenton's Specter Speeder and gone into the Ghost Zone to search for him.

In two weeks, they hadn't seen hide nor hair of Danny. They had, however, seen the Ghost Zone looking more dismal and chaotic than they'd ever seen it before. Fights breaking out left and right, skeletal ghosts swarming places. As much as Sam wanted to help, they couldn't afford to stop. They had a lot of ground to cover, and they had no idea if Danny was even still alive.

By three am, they had found nothing, and decided to call it before they made themselves late for school in a few hours. They'd be back again the next day at 3:30 to search some more.

And they did.

But when they came back at 3:30, everything was different. Peaceful.

Somehow, all the aggressive skeletal soldiers had magically vanished, and the chaos that had defined the Ghost Zone since they started the search for their friend had died down in just a few hours. There were no fights, no new destruction.

The ghosts they saw paid them no attention, focused on rebuilding and cleaning up the various carnage and detritus of the previous battles. None of them seemed the slightest bit concerned about being attacked again.

Just in case, Sam and Tucker kept the ghost shield around the specter speeder active, but it was the strangest thing. For the last two weeks, it had been like the Ghost Zone was a war zone, and now the war had somehow ended. Curious as it was, it didn't matter to their search for their missing friend. They could try to figure out what had happened later, once Danny was safely back with them.

After a few hours, as they started to steer into another area they hadn't searched yet, they saw rows of ghosts, floating silently in the green.

"What are they doing?" Tucker whispered, as if he was worried they might hear him and get angry if he spoke too loud.

"I don't know," Sam whispered back. "I'm gonna take us up a little higher so we can see what's going on."

She pulled back on the steering and took them up over the rows of ghosts. From above, they could see the ghosts lined up almost as if on the banks of an invisible river. In the distance, the ghosts standing what would be upriver, started to float away in a wave.

"What are they doing?" Sam echoed Tucker's question. "I'm gonna fly us closer."

Tucker nodded and she brought them in. As they got closer to where the ghosts were leaving their positions, they could see something floating down the invisible river. When the object—the figure, they realized as they approached—drifted past them, they would fall out of line and float away, as if they'd been standing vigil until it passed for some reason.

"Wait a minute, is that...?" Tucker stated to say, squinting at the drifting figure.

"Danny!"

Sam immediately put on the speed, bringing them right over the drifting figure.

"Deactivate the ghost shield," she said. "I'm going ghost."

Tucker hit the button and Sam, in the ghost form, dropped out through the lower hatch to grab Danny. After two weeks of searching, he was just floating there, unconscious. And all these ghosts seemed happy to stand around and watch without bothering to help him.

When Sam wrapped her arms around her unconscious friends, the ghosts around them hissed and jeered.

"You dare lay a hand on him?" one demanded.

"Back off! He's my friend," she all but snarled at them.

"The Specter..." a different ghost observed. "She must be."

"He is safe, then," said another.

Word started to spread down the line, and steadily, all the ghosts dispersed. For a moment, Sam just watched, then she shook her head and flew herself and Danny back into the Specter Speeder.

"We're in! Reactivate the ghost shield," she called out.

Tucker did so, and as soon as he hit the button, he hurried over to them.

Gently, Sam laid Danny out on the floor and started checking him over for injuries. He still had a pulse, so that, at least, was a good sign. Less good was the fact that he was covered in scrapes and burns, although none of them seemed too severe.

"We should take him to a hospital when we get back, but he should be okay," Sam said.

"You should take him to a hospital," Tucker corrected, holding his hands up. "I don't do hospitals... should we try to wake him up?"

Sam gently tapped Danny's cheeks. Her heart was pounding and she didn't think she'd ever been so worried for anyone in her life. Or so relieved.

Danny groaned slightly.

"Danny," she said softly. "Danny, wake up."

He groaned some more and blinked his eyes open, squinting up at them. His irises had a strange, iridescent quality that Sam recognized vaguely from her own. But they also weren't like her own in a way she couldn't quite describe. Whatever it was, by reaching out with her ghost sense, she could at least tell for absolutely sure, that Danny was still human, and a not a ghost, or half-ghost like her.

"Sam?" he asked. "Tucker? What are you doing here?"

"Us?" Tucker scoffed, "What are you doing here? You've been gone for, like, two weeks. What happened to you?"

Danny chuckled weakly. "That's... kind of a long story," he replied.

The two of them helped him up off the hard floor of a speeder and into a chair, then Sam went to program the autopilot to take them back to the Fenton Portal.

"We've got time," Tucker told him, crossing his arms.

Sam had always thought it would be kind of uncomfortable to cross one's arms with fishnet sleeves, but Tucker never seemed to mind it.

Now that he was sitting up and moving and stuff, Sam noticed that Danny looked a little thin. He probably hadn't been getting enough to eat or drink in the Ghost Zone the past two weeks. Luckily, they kept a very well-stocked snack drawer in the specter speeder, and a case of bottled water, too.

Once he had some food in him, Danny was much more willing to talk, and he started to tell them the story of his time in the Zone, starting with his kidnapping.

"While I was helping my parents in their lab," he began, "you know, tweaking their designs, thinking about what might be useful to the three of us ghost hunting as usual. And the portal was open, because we figured if anything came through, there were three of us in the lab, surrounded by ghost hunting equipment, so it would be fine.

"But the ghost that came through didn't want to fight, or escape. He just flew in, grabbed me, and flew back through the portal. It was a matter of seconds. I'm sure my parents tried to chase after us, but in the time it would have taken them to get to the specter speeder, the ghost had taken me far away."

"Why you?" Sam asked. "What did you do to tick off this ghost?"

"Nothing," Danny told her. "He actually thought I was you."

She stiffened. Honestly, she shouldn't have been all that surprised. Ever since she started kicking their asses and sending them home with their tails between their legs, ghosts had been coming after Sam left and right, but they always wanted to pick fights, not kidnap her. Well... arguably Skulker wanted to kidnap her, but he knew the difference between her and Danny.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Apparently there's this Ghost King, seriously bad dude, and a long time ago, he was imprisoned in this thing called the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep. But a little while, somehow, he was released or broke out or something. Not really sure which. So basically, they wanted you because you're a halfa, and the way they told it, halfas are way more powerful than regular ghosts for some reason.

"Except they messed up," Danny said. "They knew the halfa was a teenager, and that you'd been turned by the Fenton Portal, but they didn't know who you were, so when Rustle came through the portal and immediately saw a teenager working near it, he assumed that I was the halfa."

"But then you explained the situation to them right?" Tucker guessed. They both knew damn well how much Danny loved to explain things—it was one of his most adorable and sometimes annoying—so it was a reasonable conclusion to draw. "Why didn't they bring you back?"

"I didn't get the chance to explain it to them until Rustle had taken me all the way back to the lair the resistance was using as a base of operations and they told me why they kidnapped me in the first place," Danny said. "By that point, the king's spies had told them about the resistance's plan and he sent a crap ton of his soldiers to block off access to the Fenton Portal. Once it was guarded, it was way too dangerous to send me back or try again to get the right person, so they had to make do with me.

"They told me I wasn't going home until the Ghost King was defeated."

Danny paused in his story to drink some more water and open another back of corn chips.

"Seriously Danny?" Tucker asked. "You're leaving us hanging for corn chips?"

Danny didn't bother to swallow before saying, "Dude, I haven't had human food in two weeks, okay? These corn chips taste like fuckin' heaven right now. You guys can wait."

"Come on, what happened next?" Sam asked.

Danny chewed faster and swallowed before finally continuing his story.

"Well, luckily, I'd been working on some prototype Fenton Tech when Rustle grabbed me, and I managed to hang onto it all the way to the base of operations. Plus, I always have some scraps on me, and Technus and Skulker were part of the resistance, and they have some pretty good tech, too.

"So I spent two weeks, with Technus as my incredibly annoying lab assistant that I had regularly threaten with violence to keep from stabbing me in the back, heavily supervised by the ghosts of the resistance, jury-rigging a super anti-ghost ray gun like some kind of megalomaniacal comic book supervillain. I barely had the time to eat or drink anything, and when I did, it was all ghost food, which was not doing great things for my productivity or energy levels, let me tell you.

"Eventually, though, I finished the weapon. I designed it to absorb energy from the plentiful ectoplasm in the Ghost Zone and harness it into a single, supercharged beam that would be powerful enough to bring any ghost to their knees, and it worked amazingly, if I do say so myself," Danny said. Then he went back to his chips like that was the end of the story.

"What happened after that?"

"Oh, I sniped the ghost king through a window of his keep, knocked him right back into the sarcophagus and blew the crown right off his head."

Tucker laughed.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," Tucker replied, shaking his head over his chuckles. "I just still can't get over the fact that engineering geek over here has the best aim of the three of us. Like, it I get why, because his freak parents have been teaching him marksmanship since he could pull a trigger, but it's still funny."

"Yeah, laugh it up," Danny said, smirking. "Which one of us defeated the ghost king, again?"

"I yield," Tucker told him. "What happened after that? You were unconscious when we found you?"

"Oh, well, the ray gun worked, but it kind of overloaded and blew up immediately after that," Danny said. "That's the last thing I remember, but judging by the lack of skeleton soldiers, one of the other resistance guys must've locked the sarcophagus when I was done with him. Not sure who it could have been, though, 'cause I didn't think they even had the key."

Upon hearing what Danny had been put through in his absence, Sam was overcome with emotion.

He'd been kidnapped, blackmailed, starved, forced to work with a ghost that had a very personal vendetta against him, to build a super-weapon that would have gone way against Danny's usual morals, and then defeat an incredibly powerful ghost, the literal king of all ghosts, with an unstable ray-gun that blew up immediately after use, knocked him out, and sent him careening, unconscious, through the Ghost Zone.

And Danny was trying to play it off. He was crunching on corn chips and casually waving off all the traumatic shit he'd just been through like it was no big deal, the same way he always waved off traumatic shit, and Sam... Sam couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh, Danny..." she said, her voice trembling with emotion and eyes wet with oncoming tears.

Her horror at what he'd been through combined with her relief that he didn't have to go through it anymore, and mixed with the feelings she'd been hiding for so long, and she didn't know if it was a case of her wires getting crossed or just momentary insanity, but she reached out and pulled him into a hug and kissed him right on the lips.

His lips tasted like salt and canola oil, and the second she realized what she was doing, Sam pulled back, her face turning an alarming shade of red.

For an unbearable moment, the awkwardness strangled out all sound. Then Tucker let out a forced chuckle.

"What, no kiss for me?" he joked. "You're makin' me feel left out."

Sam, halfway to panicked and not sure what else to do thought 'fuck it', and grabbed his cheeks to plant a kiss right on the lips and instantly smudge his black lipstick all the way up to his nose, unable to stay steady with how incredibly anxious she now was.

Whatever shade of red she'd turned before was so much darker now she felt lightheaded, and Tucker looked dazed as he brought two black-nailed fingers up to his lips in shock.

And just when Sam thought she might die of embarrassment, Danny reached over, grabbed Tucker by his black leather vest, and—whether to ease Sam's embarrassment, or for some other reason Sam couldn't possible comprehend, especially in her current state—he pulled the other boy close and kissed him, too.

They spent the rest of the, thankfully short, ride back to the Fenton Portal steeped in awkward silence. Once they were back in the human world, Tucker sealed the portal while Sam helped Danny upstairs to his parents so they could take him to the hospital.

They didn't say a word about the... kissing incident, even when they started talking again. At least, until about 1 am that night when Tucker sent them an IM on their private group chat.

TooFine: So... we ever gonna talk about that kissing junk? Cus its literally keeping me up at night

Sam was already awake when the message came in. To be honest, it was keeping her up too. She didn't want to say anything, didn't want to explain, but... actually, it felt like it might be easier to tell him, both of them, when there was a screen between them, as if it was a layer of protection. Even if Danny might not see it until later, since the hospital had decided to keep him overnight for observation—although his parents might have brought him his laptop to pass the time.

So Sam took a deep breath and started typing.

Samanson: actually... there's something i need to tell you guys.

Samanson: i've kind of had a crush on you - both of you - since middle school.

Samanson: a huge crush. probably more than a crush, honestly.

Samanson: i didn't want to say anything because i was worried about ruining our friendship, but i guess the cats out of the bag now.

Once she started, she had to forcibly stop herself from sending more messages and pouring out all her feelings in the group chat. She forced herself to sit still, wring her hands, and wait with bated breath for a response, even if she had to wait all night, because god knew she wasn't going to get any sleep after this.

After a long moment, a message came through.

SpaceDanny: Yeah....... me too, actually.

Sam very nearly cried with relief. Danny might tease her sometimes, like they all teased each other, but he knew when to take her seriously, too. She wasn't sure exactly how much he meant by that little 'me too', but at the very least it meant he didn't hate her.

TooFine: Wait ACTUALLY actually???

SpaceDanny: Yeah

Samanson: also yeah.

SpaceDanny: I had a whole sexuality crisis over it, but it was about the same you came out and I didn't wanna steal your thunder, so I decided to keep it to myself for a while.

SpaceDanny: And then I worked it up into such a big deal in my head somehow that I just never did '-_-

Samanson: sooo.......

Tucker hadn't actually said anything about it yet.

Which, on the one hand meant he hadn't shot them down, but the other hand followed that fact with a pretty damn big 'yet'.

Tucker continued to not say anything for several minutes, and Sam started to worry that he was just going to ghost them from now on, which, while ironic, would majorly suck. Even if he didn't want to date them, he was still their best friend and they didn't want to lose him. But they couldn't force him to stay, either.

Finally, another IM came through.

TooFine: You know what? Awesome

Sam let out a sigh of relief and fought back the waterworks again.

TooFine: Ill be real, Ive never really though about it before, but Im definitely not NOT into it. Im getting a girlfriend AND a boyfriend out of this and thats sick as hell.

TooFine: You guys wanna have a movie date saturday?

SpaceDanny: YES

TooFine: Yk, once weve all caught up on some sleep lol

Samanson: definitely. that sounds nice

SpaceDanny: So much yes do I want that

Sam did cry then, but she would never ever tell the two of them that. After the emotional roller coaster that day had been, she was just too happy to hold it in.

Things started to get... weird after that. Not because they all started dating, though. That part was really nice, and went amazingly well right off the bat with the three of them holding hands and cuddling up during school whenever they got the chance—to the point where Ms. Tetslaff called them out at lunch for excessive PDA. No, it was weird for other reasons.

None of them had sufficiently caught up on sleep by the time Saturday rolled around, and Danny still sported bandages from his hospital stay, but it didn't matter. They met up at the movie theater for a matinee and planned to go to dinner at Nasty Burger afterwards. They'd done the same exact thing on plenty of other Saturdays, but it was different this time.

They hit a tiny bump when they got to their seats and decided to to rock-paper-scissors for who got to sit in the middle, Sam won. It hardly mattered though. They pushed up the dividers between the seats, and all fell asleep halfway on top of each other before the halfway point of the movie. The usher had to wake them up and send them out so he could clean the theater before the next showing.

They had a good laugh about that as they all walked to the Nasty Burger.

Up until that point, it was going really well, and the three of them were all happy and having fun. Then a ghost showed up.

And that was when things started to get weird.

The ghost showing up wasn't weird in-and-of itself. Tucker and Danny knew the drill. They blocked Sam from view so she could go ghost and prepare for a fight. Ghosts came to fight Sam all the time, so this was nothing new. Except that this ghost wasn't there for Sam.

This ghost ignored her completely to fire off a ghost ray at Danny and demand that he fight them.

And that was weird.

Still, it wasn't exactly a problem. Danny activated his wrist ray, and although Sam co-opted the bulk of the battle, he provided some solid support. Within a few minutes, the two of them got the ghost into a position where Tucker could capture it in the Fenton thermos. Sam ducked behind them to change back, and they could be back on their way.

"Did you recognize that ghost, Danny?" Sam asked curiously. "One of your resistance friends?"

Danny shrugged and shook his head.

"Weird," Tucker noted.

"Yeah, that's so random," Sam agreed. "Why would a ghost go after Danny? Especially after he literally saved their whole dimension from an evil warmongering king. Way to show him your gratitude."

"I don't know, and I don't care," Danny said coolly. "I just want to go to Nasty Burger, and have dinner with my awesome boyfriend and girlfriend and not have to think about ghosts for a while."

He held out his hands for each of his partners to take, and they walked the rest of the way to Nasty Burger side by side by side, awkwardly and laughingly navigating past street lamps and telephone poles that made the sidewalks too narrow for the three of them shoulder to shoulder, never releasing each other's hands.

Danny got his wish to forget about ghosts for the rest of their date. But that night, he was woken up by a ghost coming into his room to try and attack him in his sleep. It didn't work, because Danny was a light sleeper, and went to bed wearing a wrist ray with an ecto-gun and a Fenton Thermos on his nightstand.

Sam and Tucker were both equally concerned and baffled when Danny told them about it when they came over to hang out the next day. Once could be written off as a fluke, and maybe twice could be a coincidence.

But it kept happening. Every day or two, a ghost would show up to challenge Danny for some reason.

It got to the point where Sam forced Danny to wear a specter deflector at all times for his safety, even though he constantly pouted about not being able to hold her hand or kiss her.

Tucker had rolled his eyes, promised to give him twice as many kisses to make up for it, and then called him a big baby.

Danny immediately started working on a way to make the specter deflector ignore Sam's unique ecto-signature, of course, because he was a sweetheart like that, but he kept getting interrupted by random ghosts showing up and demanding to fight him. Even when they couldn't touch him—either directly, or with ghost powers—they still tried.

It was after school when the three of them were all heading to Sam's house for bowling, that they got any semblance of an explanation.

Another ghost none of them recognized stopped them on the street, but this one was chattier than the others. She had long, flowing blue hair, and shimmering blue skin, and pointed an unnaturally long finger right at Danny.

"I, Mistress Mona, spectral siren, have come to challenge you for the throne of the Infinite Realms," she declared. "Prepare to meet your match, ghost king."

"What?" Danny breathed out, looking more confused than Sam had ever seen him.

The ghost didn't wait for them to ask questions though, she attacked them with a ghostly green wave that appeared out of nowhere, and started to sing.

The trio didn't give her song time to take effect. Danny shot her directly in the throat, silencing her with his perfect marksmanship, and then Sam kicked Mona's butt all the way back to the Ghost Zone. Or into the Fenton Thermos Tucker was holding, anyway.

"Why the hell did she call me the ghost king?" Danny asked. "I'm not the ghost king. The ghost king is Pariah Dark, and he's locked up in the Sarcophagus of Forever sleep."

"I think we're gonna have to take a rain check on bowling, boys," Sam said, turning around to walk back the way they came down the sidewalk. "We're going to the Ghost Zone, and we're gonna get to the bottom of this."

"What?" Tucker complained. "But I wanted to go bowling!"

"Me too, but there's no arguing with her when she gets like this," Danny said with a sigh, and the two of them followed Sam back toward Fenton Works.

Danny's parents were working up in the ops center today, so the lab was empty when the three of them arrived and Tucker went to warm up the specter speeder.

"You alright, Danny?" Sam asked, noticing that he looked a bit jittery.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," he assured her.

He wasn't, but he always pretended none of this affected him. She wasn't sure if it was toxic masculinity making him think he had to be strong all the time and never tell her when he was stressed, or if he just didn't want to process everything he'd been through for some reason, or if his brain genuinely didn't register how much it was affecting him, but whatever the case, she knew she wasn't going to get anything out of him until or unless he wanted to tell her, so she didn't bother to push it.

"You don't have to go, if you don't want to," she told him instead. "I know the last time you were in the Ghost Zone wasn't exactly the best. If you don't want to go, Tucker and I can handle it."

"What? No," Danny said, frowning. "I'm the core of this problem, somehow, I'm not just gonna leave it to you guys to deal with on your own. I want to help."

"Alright," Sam conceded. He did make a good point. "If that's what you want, I won't stop you."

At that moment, Tucker hovered in with the specter speeder and Danny climbed in next to him.

Sam opted to go ghost and follow alongside this time, to more easily talk to people, since it seemed like they were probably going to have to ask around to get the information they were looking for from ghosts that passed.

Danny, however, had to stay in the speeder with the ghost shield active, because there was a good chance that as soon as they got into the Ghost Zone, he'd be swarmed by more foolhardy ghosts trying to fight him for some reason, and unlike Sam, he didn't have ghost powers to protect himself, just his wits and a specter deflector. And to be fair, he'd been doing pretty well on just those so far, but up until now he'd only ever had to fight one ghost at a time.

They stayed in communication via their Fenton-phones.

As expected, once they got into the Ghost Zone, they were approached by ghosts goading Danny to turn of the ghost shield and fight them head on, but they either gave up when they realized he wasn't dumb enough to do that, or Sam chased them off.

It wasn't long however, before Sam found a ghost that wasn't openly belligerent, and approached him. Although his clothes were very old fashioned, he was still recognizable as some kind of farmer.

"Excuse me," she said. "I'm Specter, and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions."

"Oh, of course," said the ghost. "Anything for the new king's general. Unlike those ruffians, I am forever grateful for his majesty saving us from his predecessor's rule."

"Uh... okaayyy, lot to unpack there," Sam said, turning up the receiver on her Fenton-phones so Danny and Tucker would be able to hear what the ghost Farmer said from inside the speeder, "but let's start with: how can Danny be the Ghost King? He's not even a ghost?"

"Doesn't matter mum," the farmer ghost said. "The title of ghost king is won in single combat."

"How does me sniping him from fifty yards away count as single combat?" Danny demanded in her Fenton-phones. "He never even saw my face! He never had the chance to fight back."

Sam relayed the question, as well as Danny's arguments to the farmer, who simply laughed.

"I don't make the rules, mum," he said. "Your friend made the machine that defeated the king, and he alone fired it. That makes him the new king, no ifs, ands, or buts about it."

"But... but..." Danny tried to complain, but he was drowned out by Tucker laughing at him.

Sam bit back a smile.

"What about what you said before about me being the new king's general?" Sam asked. "How does that work?"

"You're the ghost the king trusts to protect him personally, and whose advice on all tactical matters he heeds," the farmer replied. "That makes you his general."

Sam wanted to argue, but she supposed that all of that was technically true. She fought a lot of Danny's ghosts for him—with his help, of course. And when she'd told him to wear a specter deflector, he did, even though he didn't want to.

Ghost king's general, huh? That sounded kind of badass, actually.

"Thank you for your help, sir," she told the ghost.

"Think nothin' of it," he replied.

"This is ridiculous!" Danny grouched. "I can't be the ghost king! I'm not even a ghost!"

"Shoulda thought of that before you sniped Pariah Dark, I guess," Sam teased.

Tucker hadn't stopped laughing at him, and now that she wasn't mid-conversation and trying to keep her cool, Sam laughed too.

#reverse trio au #danny phantom #dp #ghost king danny #sam manson #danny fenton #tucker foley #fic #things i wrote #phic phight #phic phight 24 #everlasting trio

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lilypads17 · 1 year

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halfa sam design ooo including my “sam 100% dyes her hair and wears coloured contacts” headcanon

#danny phantom #sam manson #im THINKING sam phantasm cause it fucks #and also #phantaSAM #its right there #reverse trio au #sort of?#messing w the format here a little when i actually write it down

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 8 months

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I keep adding songs to my dp playlist for very specific amvs I construct in my head (as you do)

this is an old concept I built forever ago but this song drew it back out of me, and I want to revisit it

imagine if you will, Void Danny from Reverse Trio AU, in a timeline where the Phantom of his world (in this specific scenario it's Tucker) did not succeed and was killed by Nocturn

Nocturn at the height of his power is able to use his foot in the dream realm to clip through space, aka he can make portals, at first he just uses them to spread across the world, he teaches Danny to do the same

one day he lets slip that he can make portals to other alternate universes, and that when they are finished feeding on this world, they will move to another

at this point, with Nocturn growing overconfident and complacent, his grip on Danny's mind starts to slip, Danny starts to miss his friends, he starts to regret what they've done

in a moment of gathered willpower he decides to open a portal to a world where his friends are still alive, but midway through he hesitates, what will they think of him? he killed them after all, wouldn't they hate him? wouldn't they think he was a monster? he desperately wants to see them but he can't bare to have them see him this way

the portal opens, but it opens to a world of lush green leaves, a huge tree with a girl sitting beneath it, she has her hand on the trunk, she's crying

he recognises her

the portal had found a version of his friend who would not hate or judge him for what he had done, it found a version of his friend who was just like him

he speaks to this Sam and she tells him that he can't be here, that she killed him, his body was beneath this tree, Danny was her Phantom

he tells her where he is from, that he's escaped to find the friends he lost, he says she's not the Sam he knew, but she's clearly a Sam who regrets as he regrets, who wants what he wants, he reaches out his hand and asks her to come with him, they still have one friend left to find

she takes his hand

he opens another portal, this time to an Amity buried in sand, there's a boy holding a golden staff, he stares out over the buried ruins of the city, the grave of his friends and family, one he had dug himself with the whispers of Hotep Ra in his ear and the memories of an ancient king piloting his body, Sam was his Phantom

Danny and Sam reach out, they tell him to come with them, they'll find a new home together, in a world where none of them exist, a world that none of them have broken

he takes their hands

from here they can go anywhere, to any universe, to find a place for themselves where they are away from the influences that changed them, they are still monsters, in their own ways, with powers granted to them by those who changed them

Danny cannot survive without feeding off dreams, he roams through the dream realm every night, giving people pleasant dreams but leaving them tired and drained come morning

but he thinks perhaps if he feeds lightly, takes just enough energy from just enough people, if he makes sure to feed from different people every night, perhaps he won't need to cause anyone harm

Sam needs sunshine and soil to thrive, but she still has no sympathy for the humans who destroy nature, dragging anyone who threatens her into the ground with her roots

but maybe she can use her powers for something more, rejuvenate the land she walks on, find and connect with humans who want what she wants, they're out there, she knows, she used to be one of them

Tucker uses his magic to survive, to steal food and clothes and shelter for them all, he may have left his kingdom but he is still a king, why shouldn't he take whatever he wants? who are they to tell him no? he could crush them like bugs in his fist, they were only peasants

but does he need to kill them? can't he just take what he needs and make them forget? he has killed so many already, and for what? an empty desolate kingdom? he left that place for a reason

as the influence of their manipulators wanes, the people they once were slowly return to them, they will never be the same, they have been changed far too much, but they are together, and together they remember how to be people again, not quite the people they all once knew, but close enough to count

but eventually their guardians will notice they are missing, Nocturn will follow a trail through dimensions, he will meet others whose wards have disappeared, they will come looking for their disobedient runaway children, and they will destroy whatever lies in their path to get them back

#Spotify #danny phantom #dp #lula's aus #void danny #plant sam #king tuck #reverse trio au #inverse trio au #you could throw them into the DC universe #or Marvel or MHA #you could send them anywhere #so many opportunities #what's extra fun is technically they were all the goths of their universes

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murcielagatito · 1 year

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goth tucker was literally so inspired hes why this is my fave au

#reverse trio au #dphantom #danny phantom #sam manson #danny fenton #tucker foley #mi arte

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q-gorgeous · 6 days

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Sam Wraith

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No one knows au identity reveal @fangirlwriting-stories

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Danny was afraid of ghosts. It made sense why. His parents touted all this nonsense about them that Sam knew for a fact wasn’t true at all.

But that was why she never told him what happened to her down in his basement.

She had snuck down there one of the times her and Tucker had gone to Danny’s house. She waited until they were playing a game she knew would keep their focus for a long time. She told them she was going to use the bathroom but instead of going into the room across the hall, she made her way down the stairs into the living room and then to the kitchen. The lab door was big and intimidating but she just had to see it.

She pulled the heavy door open and slipped in and shut it behind her.

It got colder the further she walked down the stairs. She got to the bottom and there it was.

The ghost portal.

It hadn’t worked. It had been Danny’s parent’s life work. What they’d been building up to their entire career. And it just. Didn’t turn on.

She hadn’t been allowed down here since they started working on the portal. She’d been so curious about it but they still didn’t let her and Tucker go into the lab even when the portal didn’t work.

She walked up to it. It almost looked like a hallway leading to another room. If it was any longer, she would have trouble seeing the other end of it.

Stepping into the shadows of the portal, Sam trailed her hand against the wall as she walked further into it.

But then she tripped on something on the floor and caught herself on the wall. She froze when something moved under her fingers.

The lights of the portal turned on and she slowly turned her head and saw it. The power button.

She only had a moment to think about running before everything turned green around her.

Her screams rang through the room but she had closed the door to the lab. No one would come looking for her down here. No one would hear her.

She thought she would be dead any second but the light dimmed and she collapsed out of the portal onto the floor.

She pushed herself back up and looked over her shoulder. It was a swirling, bright green vortex. She could feel the energy it gave off.

Sam struggled to climb to her feet, but she succeeded. Everything hurt but she could feel it slowly fading. How was she alive? That should have electrocuted her.

It wasn’t until she passed in front of the mirror that the Fenton’s had down in their lab that Sam noticed.

Her hair was white. So were her clothes. The only thing that wasn’t was her purple crop hoodie that had inverted to the same radioactive green as her eyes.

Did she die? Where was her body then? Did it evaporate in the portal? Vaporize?

She lifted a hand up and was about to run it through her hair when a ring appeared around her waist. She looked down at it and it passed over her body, leaving her clothes as their original color. When she looked back up into the mirror, her eyes were purple once again.

She hadn’t known what happened to her. So she didn’t tell Danny. Because he was afraid of ghosts. And she didn’t want him to be afraid of her if that’s what she was.

Sam never told him once she realized she was some kind of ghost hybrid. She saw the way he ran from ghost fights. She couldn’t tell him.

So months later when she reached her hand towards Danny as she lay beaten and hurt on the ground after having just detransformed, it made sense why instead of helping her up he could only take a step back.

He was afraid of her.

She’d always known he’d be afraid of her.

“Where’s that spook?”

Danny’s head whipped towards the sound of his dad’s voice. He had a panicked expression on his face and he waved his parents over. Her heart dropped.

“Danny!” His mom shouted. “Have you seen where the ghost went?”

“I-” He looked back at where she lay on the ground and stuttered. “I- uh- no. I didn’t see where the ghost went.”

“Why’d you stop us then?” Jack bellowed. “We have to go catch that witch!”

“No!” Danny waved his hands out in front of him. “I stopped you because Sam’s hurt!”

“Sam’s hurt?” Maddie started looking around them and shoved her weapon into Jack’s arms when she saw her laying on the ground. “Sam!”

Maddie ran over to her and Sam tried not to flinch when Maddie reached a hand down to her. “What happened?”

Sam coughed. “Ghost- that Wraith was fighting- got me before she started trying to stop it.”

Maddie tsked. “Ghosts.” She grabbed one of Sam’s arms and looked up at Danny. “Help me get her up, Danny.”

Danny’s eyes widened and he walked over to them. He shakily took Sam’s other arm. Together they lifted her up off the ground.

“Let’s get you back to the van. Jack, go find that ghost and make sure it doesn’t hurt anyone else.”

“You got it, babe!” He saluted them and ran off in the direction the ghost had disappeared to when it knocked Sam out of the fight.

Danny and Maddie helped her walk to where their van was parked. They got her inside and Danny sat in the back seat next to her.

“Let’s get you home so we can get you patched up.” Maddie said before shutting the back door. Sam looked at Danny.

“Thank you for not telling your parents about me.” She whispered.

Danny nodded.

“Are you afraid of me now?” She breathed out.

“I don’t know. Normal ghosts are still scary.” Danny said quietly. He turned to look at her. “But if you’re a ghost? My parents must be wrong about everything.”

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #sam manson #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #reverse trio au #no one knows au #phic phight 2024 #fanfiction

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realititrip · 2 years

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late day 28 - reverse trio ✨

#danny phantom #dp #dannymay #dannymay 2022 #reverse trio au #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #my art

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bibliophilea · 19 days

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Sweet Dreams

For @bubblegumbeech Prompt PR047 - "Nocturne likes getting into peoples heads and manipulating them, that making them happy and complacent is a secondary benefit…sweet dreams are so very sweet after all." ao3 | ffn Second poem for @phicphight - this time a villanelle preserving the rhyme scheme! I hope you enjoy!

Goodnight, my little dulcet one, And sail through a starry sea. Your dreams have only just begun.

In waking life, you cannot run; But when you sleep, your wings are free. Goodnight, my little dulcet one.

And who'd stop you from soaring? None! They can't, when your mind holds the key. Your dreams have only just begun.

So dream the fantasies I've spun! Let fade the squawking birds of three. Goodnight, my little dulcet one.

A dreamer's work is never done, And you're as busy as a bee. Your dreams have only just begun.

So sleep, my pet, for everyone— And dream a honey dream for me. Goodnight, my little dulcet one. Your dreams have only just begun.

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2024 #phic phight 24 #nocturn #danny phantom nocturn #reverse trio au #danny fenton #void!danny #villanelle #poetry #bubblegumbeech #i hope you like it!!#i really like your nocturn prompts and i'm glad i got to write for one of them!#bib writes #bib work #not a q

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ghostly-penumbra · 2 months

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Reverse/Inverse Trio AU + Age Swapped BatKids AU

#is this anything #DPxDC #reverse trio au #inverse trio au #age swap au #alex talks

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ectopuppy · 2 years

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Day 6: Space

My, what a wonderful D̶̡̡̠̥̜̟̀̄̌̿̈͂Ŕ̴̞͛͐́̐́͝e̶̘̜̫̗̩̰̱̔́̂͜a̷͇͙͠M̴̧̻̞͍̍̈̅!̸̧̢̞̗͇̹̑̓̋̓!̷̖̮̫͖̥̙̔̂̎̓̊̚͝!̶͖̼̯̫̜͒̒ͅ I never wanna wake up! Join me, wont you?

#danny phantom #dannymay2022 #danny fenton #void danny #reverse trio au #a good old fashioned void danny 🥰🌠#arting

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theleslistuff · 2 years

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Dannymay day 6 (space)

The stars shinned bright in the sky, a perfect and beautiful night for no one to see just a lonely ghost and it´s puppet -You see, dear boy?..., a perfect world of peace and quiet in dreams and all thanks to you...- Nocturne said in a soft tone to the boy who could not stop looking at his friends sleeping figure, a part of him having the best dream of his life, another one feeling he betrayed and hurt his friends. -Yes..., master...- Replied the puppet as he looked around the quiet place, a part of him could not bear it.

He just floated around with his gaze looking at the night sky, he could not process that he just beat Sam, the ghost girl he always looked up to, maybe sometimes being kinda jelous but... Now she´s ok..., just dreaming..., everyone is happy now... His doubt was cut short when a flash of light blinded him, adjusting his eyes to the light he could see... a portal... A peculiar creature came out..., it´s head was mostly human, he looked even kinda similar to him when he was a regular human, black hair, white pale skin, but his eyes were green..., his jaw was made of a black substace , his sharp shark like teeth were visible in that substance that covered part of his neck too, under it his ribs and bones totally exposed, no organs and where his legs should be, this creature had a black mamba´s tail, he had 2 black wings in his back. The creature looked in pain and kinda confused until it looked at Danny. Nocturne looked through the boy´s eyes the new menace to their perfect utopia, he could see it´s dreams..., his... nightmares... -What a peculiar being, you were torn from your dreams so soon...- Danny was no longer in control of his body, being the puppet he´s, Nocturne looked through his eyes, speak with his mouth and moved with his body, the ghost gently touched the monster´s chin. -Raw power in a mortal body hurts you doesn´t it?- The creature simply nodded at the sense of confort in the ghost with another mouth, almost as if this creature was totally fond of this empty vassel. -I miss...- The creature tried to say but was cut short by the ghost. -You miss your friends?, your family?, your... life...- The creature nodded. -I miss it all, I just want to go home, I want this to end...- It exclaimed with despair in it´s voice, the ghost flew up hight, his hands letting out a smoke that made the creature dizzy. -Don´t you worry little one, you´ll never have another bad dream ever again...- The creature let itself being consumed by the sweet freedom of his dreams...

#danny phantom au #danny phantom #danny fenton #reverse trio au #dannymay day 6 #dannymay2022 #dannymay space #danny phantom void danny #body horror #oc #andy

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batbabydamian · 27 days

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reverse robins of my fav trio!

#stephanie brown #damian wayne #dick grayson #fav trio i say as i draw them not even interacting sdfgh #this was also an excuse to use Dan Mora's Steph Future State hair/scar design as inspo again xD and using Mora's Robin shoes from WF!#Dick was resolute about his Robin uniform so Damian compromised by having him wear elbow/knee pads LOL #tried doing laceup thigh highs for Damian’s batsuit but it looked off 😭 also considered using the Red Hood suit from B&R09 but too silly...#tbh i rarely have interest in reverse robins AUs unless Damian's featured and tries to be a good big bro 😭#batbabyart

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raaorqtpbpdy · 1 year

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I've Got Friends on the Other Side

For the Prompt: Reverse TRIO Danny as a magic occult goth - got into sleight-of-hand to spite his parents when they used to spout that ghosts were real but magic was bullshit. He started with card tricks and snowballed into becoming proficient in several types of true occult magic, as well as all the basic party trick stuff. He now uses tarot cards rather than playing cards, both to freak out the 'normies' and scare off the bullies, but also because the cards tend to tell him things in a roundabout way. What did the cards just tell him about Tucker? (from @deathcomes4u)

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[Warnings for occult practices]

Danny Fenton had never really fit in. It didn't help that his parents called themselves ghost hunters and drove around causing mayhem in their souped up RV. When he was little, Danny had thought that his parents work was fascinating, but apparently he hadn't been interested in ghosts "the right way" because he didn't care about their scientific mumbo jumbo. Instead, Danny had gone to the library and checked out books on the occult.

When his parents derisively told him that magic wasn't real, he'd been furious. How could they say that to him when they'd devoted their entire adult lives to the study of ghosts? A less spiteful kid might've felt disheartened and given up their interest, but Danny doubled down. He taught himself sleight-of-hand tricks, as well as more spiritual forms of occult magic.

In middle school, he'd switched from playing cards to tarot cards, both to freak out the normies and scare off the bullies, and learned to read the cards pretty damn well, if you asked him. He'd started to dress in black, to wear crystals and other jewelry, to trudge around in heavy, buckled combat boots. He developed a reputation as the school's freaky goth kid, and that suited him just fine. His only two friends, the only two people outside of his family who were brave enough to come near him, were a passionate ecology nerd and the tech-obsessed school loser, and that suited him fine too.

Sam and Tucker were far from the most popular kids in school, which made Danny somewhat protective of them. He did regular tarot readings for them, at least once a week, when he was alone in his room, to keep tabs on what was going on in their lives, especially things they wouldn't necessarily tell him about.

Danny lit a black candle on his bedside table and shuffled his tarot deck three times, one for each letter of Sam's name. He manipulated the deck to bring the Empress, the card which represented Sam, to the top, but it was an honest shuffle aside from that. One by one, he laid out the cards on his comforter in a Celtic Cross layout, to tell him what his friend was struggling with. The Empress laid upright in the middle, the nurturer, the one who cared and helped, just like Sam cared so much about animals and the environment and did everything in her power to protect them.

Seven of cups—Sam was dealing with temptation of some kind. Six of wands, six of cups, Death, ace of cups. She'd had some kind of victory, and been happy about it, until she realized that it would come at a sacrifice, and she changed her mind. Reversed seven of wands, ace of pentacles, reversed queen of wands, Justice. There was some kind of time limit, and she couldn't make up her mind. Ultimately she would settle on accepting the temptation, and that would be the right choice, even if it wasn't without consequence.

Considering the reading, Danny tried to decipher a deeper, or more specific meaning. A victory for Sam would be convincing her parents to donate more money to animal rights groups and eco-friendly causes. If Danny were to guess, he would say that her parents had offered her a deal. They'd donate to her charities, but only if she did something for them, possibly something that was against her principals, or possibly something she just didn't want to do.

Next time he saw her, Danny would advise her to take the deal. Supporting vital causes to save the Earth would be worth whatever he parents wanted in return.

Satisfied, Danny made a note in his journal about the reading, returned the cards to his deck and shuffled again. Six times, he shuffled, once for each letter of Tucker's name, and he brought the king of pentacles to the top. His hands grew painfully cold as he did so. The candle on his beside flickered as if blown by a strong wind, but his window was closed. Whatever was bothering Tucker must be drastic to have such an effect while he shuffled.

Once more, Danny laid the cards in a Celtic Cross on his bed. Tucker's card, the king of pentacles represented intellectual prominence and ambition, both things that Tucker had in spades. The next card Danny laid down was the Wheel of Fortune, which told Danny that something pretty wild must have happened in Tucker's life, something filled with uncertainty, risk, and shock. Something Tucker definitely would've mentioned to him, but he hadn't for some reason. Danny's confusion doubled when he flipped the next card. The Magician, reversed.

The Magician was the card that represented Danny, it represented superstition and skepticism, unconventional methods, and magic. Different tarot readers read reversed cards various ways. Some believed that a reversed card indicated that the meaning of the card was also reversed, other believed that it indicated a delay, an increase or decrease in energy, or that whatever the card indicated was internal, rather than external, or vice-versa.

Danny used a more free-form style, judging the meaning of a reverse card on a case-by-case basis. However, in his experience, an upright Magician represented himself, and a reversed Magician represented his family. Whatever Tucker's problem was, Danny's family had something to do with it.

Danny's fingers physically ached from the cold so much that he dropped the next card. Death landed, reversed, in the next position on the cross. The position indicated the recent past. Death was a card that Danny rarely had to take literally, since it normally represented a different kind of loss or sacrifice, but the reversed position in this atmosphere clearly indicated an increased energy, so he could only assume that someone really had died, and Danny's parents had something to do with it. Or perhaps... could it have something to do with a ghost, his parents' work?

Danny swallowed and flipped the next cards, the two of swords and Judgement completed the cross. Tucker was at a crossroads and faced with a decision he couldn't make, or a decision he didn't know how to make, or a decision that would make itself if he didn't choose soon enough. Perhaps it was out of his hands, and Tucker was just being dragged along for the ride.

Reversed page of swords, ace of pentacles, The Tower, The Chariot. Whatever Tucker's problem was, it was something his friends could help him with, but he wasn't going to them because he was overthinking, probably panicking, possibly even afraid. The Tower was never good, and especially not in the position that represented the subject of the reading's fears. It represented failure, destruction, danger.

Tucker must've really been going through it, but the Chariot, at least, indicated a happy ending. It was triumph, victory over adversity. Everything would turn out okay, but Tucker had to make it through the trenches first.

Once all the cards were down, Danny tried to glean some more specifics from the reading, but it was foggy, as if it was shrouded in a mourning veil.

On Friday, after school, Tucker had been supposed to meet Danny at Fenton Works. Danny had to help a teacher with something, so he told his friend to go on ahead. He'd expected Tucker to be there already when he got home, but he didn't show. Was that because of this... issue that Tucker was apparently dealing with? Danny sighed in frustration and blew out his candle, watching the smoke curl up into the air in agitated spirals.

Tucker had some serious spiritual unrest going on, and Danny was just gonna have to ask him about it directly.

When Danny got to school, Tucker was nowhere to be seen. Sam was waiting for him by the steps, though, so he figured he'd talk to her first.

"So what kind of deal did your parents offer you?" he asked her. "What do they want in exchange for funding your environmental causes."

"Did... did I tell you about that?" she asked, more to herself than to Danny. "How do you know about that?"

"What did they ask for?" he asked again, ignoring her question. She should've been used to this kind of thing by now. It wasn't his fault he kept surprising her.

"They want to parade me around at upscale galas and crap," she said. "In formal wear. To schmooze pretentious investors and CEOs of companies that pollute the Earth more in a day than the average person does in ten years. But they said as long as I do, they'll give me a monthly donation allowance of five thousand dollars, which is pocket change for them, but it can do a lot of good in the right hands."

"You should do it," Danny advised. "It won't be fun or anything, but ultimately the rewards a worth wearing a gown, don't you think?" Sam sighed.

"You're right," she said. "I think I was always going to accept in the end, but... I guess I just needed someone else to say it. So thanks."

"You're welcome," he said, offering her a rare smile. "Good luck with the galas and crap." She snorted, and shook her head.

"I can't believe I'm gonna agree to this."

"Hey, have you seen Tucker around anywhere?" he asked her.

"I haven't," she said. "Come to think of it, I didn't see him all weekend, either."

"Well if you see him, let me know. We really need to talk to him."

"We?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure he needs both of us right now."

Tucker came to school right as the first bell rang, so there wasn't time to talk, but Danny and Sam conspired to corner him during lunch, and corner him they did. The three of them were alone behind the cafeteria, so they could speak freely.

"What happened last Friday after school?" Danny demanded. "Did someone die? Did it have something to do with my parents and ghosts?" Sam looked at him, aghast, and Tucker just shook his head resolutely.

"How do you do that?" he asked under his breath.

"We can help you," Danny said. "So stop overthinking, and freaking out, and just talk to us, alright?"

"Wait, what?" Sam asked, utterly lost. "Who died? What's going on?"

"I did," Tucker said quietly after a moment. "I went to your place to meet up with you, like we planned, but you were late. I got bored, and I heard you parents complaining about an experiment of theirs not working, a portal, so I went down to the lab to check it out."

"The portal works, though," Danny recalled. His parents had been over the moon.

"It didn't at first. I went inside it, and touched something, I don't know what," Tucker said. "It turned on while I was inside and... you can't imagine how painful it was. When I came out, the portal was on, and I looked like..." A fizzling white light rolled across Tucker's body like his skin was dissolving into glow-stick fluid right before their eyes. "This."

When the light faded, Tucker stood before them in a white jumpsuit. It looked like one of Danny's black Fenton Jumpsuits with the colors inverted. His normally dark hair was also white, as were the frames of his glasses. His freckles, usually invisible against his dark skin unless you looked really closely, glowed faintly, and his eyes were a luminous green, like the flame of a copper sulfate candle.

"You died," Danny said, finally understanding everything. "You're half ghost now." He gasped in realization. "The two of swords! The crossroads! You were cut in two; you live two lives, oh, duh!"

"What?" Tucker asked, while Sam just looked between the two of them in shock.

"Don't worry Tucker," Danny said. "I know this is stressful, and your struggling, and probably contemplating your own mortality, but in the long term, everything will be alright. This will eventually turn out to be a good thing, I promise."

"Uh... I can't make promises like that," Sam said, her brain catching up to the situation enough to finally speak up. "But I can promise that Danny and I will be there for you. We'll help you in any way we can."

"Absolutely," Danny agreed.

"You guys!" Luminous tears trickled from Tucker's eyes, and he sniffed once before pulling both his friends into a tight hug. "I can't believe I even thought of keeping this a secret from you. You guys are the best!"

"Yeah yeah," Danny grumbled. "We know. You can let me go now."

"Sorry." Tucker quickly released Danny from the hug and let the goth boy adjust his fishnet sleeves. "I forgot you don't like hugs."

"I guess I can forgive you," Danny said lightly. "Just this once."

#phic phight #phic phight 2023 #fic #things i wrote #reverse trio au #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp #sam manson #tucker foley #tarot #I rigged Tucker's reading in this fic but I pulled out my tarot deck and did an actual reading for Sam's

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lilypads17 · 1 year

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no listen so halfa sam au is like. i got 2 parts written and they’re on ao3 (link here x i love validation) and 4 pages of the next. im doing so good and then i sprain my fucking wrist

im still writing ofc its just hilarious

#its my left wrist too which is the side sam touched the portal w #crying #danny phantom #reverse trio au #sort of lmao #the life death and what remains of samantha jean manson #ldwr

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Hihi

Could you do a fic where reader is like a driver 4 bonten and something comes up so she has to like pick (u cld do all or chose one it doesn't matter) them up then some smut, noncon and fem reader.

Thx in advance if you'll write this, I've been searching for a writer that does noncon🥲

Hope you enjoy this! Also hope you don’t mind about a little mxm between the men in it! Also dark ending!!

Also I’m thinking of making an au where the guys are poly with each other and the reader is added to it or walks in on it or something idk yet but lmk in the comments or requests what you think about that.

ꨄBonten’s Propertyꨄ

Part Two

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Bonten’s Property

“Why do I have to pick them up from the club?” You whine, giving Kokonoi a disturbed look as you stare at his sitting figure, focusing on the laptop in front of him.

“You were specifically requested tonight.” He continues to type as you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, but not by our boss. All the guys are gonna do is terrorize me while I’m trying to drive.” You cross your arms as you rest on one leg, hip poking out as you shake your head.

“Boss is with them currently so I assume he relayed the message.” You groan. “You better get going so you don’t anger him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know Koko.” You finally walk away, snatching the keys as you make your way out of the shared penthouse, heading to the car and unlocking the door before hopping in.

You’re not usually one to pick up the men from the club considering how wild they get, usually only Kakucho or Takeomi could handle the ride, though when you do, you’re usually efficient. Even when Sanzu messes with the wheel or Kazutora tickles your neck to distract you. Even when Ran blows smoke in your face or when Rin pours alcohol on you. Mikey’s not with them usually, so you have no idea how that’s going to be, hopefully he stays a little professional considering you’ve never seen him drunk or high.

Worse comes to worse you can use the partition to divide the front seats from the back which is what you’ve done before. Still, who wants to drive a bunch of drunk or high idiots around? Hopefully they’re not too rowdy, they’ve never been bad enough to prevent you from driving all of you home at a good time. You sigh as you pull up in front of the large club, nodding at the security guard to signal your arrival for Bonten. He nods back before walking into the doors.

You scroll on your phone, waiting for what felt like an hour before you heard the car’s doors opening. Laughter and slurred speech could be heard as the men entered the car, your body tensing into professionalism when you see your boss through the rearview mirror enter, tightening your grip on the wheel. Sanzu sits in the passenger seat with a pink face, eyeing you before smirking. You ignore him as you double check that everyone is situated before driving off.

You ignore their conversations, Kazutora, Sanzu, and the Haitani brothers conversing about the women, drugs, and alcohol all the while Mikey eyes the window a dazed look on his expression as well as a warm face. One of your eyebrows raise as you find humor in your boss's look, unknown to whether he was high or drunk though definitely not sober. You continue the drive peacefully in your own zone as you eye the dark road.

“Y/n, why didn’t you come to party?” Kazutora questions with a smile.

“I don’t ‘party’ like you guys.”

“I think we should’ve hired you as a stripper rather than an executive.” Ran says, his eyes slightly narrowing as he smirks in your direction.

“Yeah, I would’ve paid to see you on stage any day.” Rin adds as he eyes your expression from the side.

Of course, you made a mistake in thinking that they might not fuck with you during this ride considering their boss is here. You ignore their remarks as you continue to drive. Your grip clenches around the wheel once more when you feel a poke against your side.

“Heyy! You’re being spoken to.” Sanzu says as he glares at you.

“Yeah don’t ignore us!” Kazutora whines playfully, poking you until you flinch, using one of your hands to swatt him away. You grit your teeth as you feel a cold liquid running down your thigh, glancing over to see Rin pouring his bottle once more as he chuckles and Ran smiles wider, finding humor in torturing you.

“Goddamnit!” You hiss as you snatch the open bottle and throw it out of the window.

“Awe you’re no fun.” Rin frowns, leaning back into his seat with crossed arms. Ran passes the recently lit blunt you hadn’t even noticed to Sanzu who breathed in a huge wad of smoke just to blow it in your face, slightly blocking your vision as you wave it away.

You continue to ignore them considering what they want is a response, so you drive down the road. You don’t notice the way your boss eyes the situation with amusement as well as staring at you through the mirror, warmth from the drug Sanzu gave him invading all of his senses as his face turns darker, heavy eyes shifting around the car.

“Want some, boss?” Kazutora questions Mikey, handing him the blunt as he takes it from him, breathing in a huge hit before blowing it out slowly. They all praise their boss as he relaxes in his seat. You slightly chuckle before focusing your attention back on the road. You just couldn’t help but find humor in your boss’s laid back behavior for once.

“Here.” He leans over to hand it to you, though you only glance at the flower.

“Oh boss, you can keep it, I don’t smoke.” Honestly, you’re lying because you like smoking. You just don’t want to be high around them or behind the wheel.

“Take it.”

“I can’t smoke behind the wheel.” You say sheepishly.

“Pull over.” Your eyes widen. What the hell?

“B-boss, that’s not necessary.”

“Are you defying the King?” Sanzu growls, narrowing his eyes.

“What? N-no, I just…”

“Then why aren’t you listening?” Kazutora questions.

“Boss clearly gave you an order.” Rin says as his brother eyes you.

All of this over a fucking blunt? What's gotten into them?

“Boss, I’m not disrespecting you, I just thought you wanted to get home! I can smoke in the penthouse if anything.”

“Pull over, now.” You didn’t hesitate to find an empty spot to pull over in, parking the car once you reached it with a shaky hand.

This is so weird.

You take the blunt from Mikey’s hand and put it to your lips, inhaling a little before blowing out.

“More.” You look at your boss from the rearview mirror with confusion.

“I still have to drive, I don’t think I should smoke…”

The barrel of a gun to your head causes you to quiet down, eyeing Sanzu who’s holding the weapon.

“What was that?” Ran teases. “Could you repeat what you just said?”

You glare at them before setting it back to your lips, inhaling deeply before you blow out a huge cloud of smoke, tears forming in your eyes as the burning sensation overtakes your throat.

I don’t understand why they’re making such a big deal out of this.

“Since you can’t drive you should sit in the back seat.” Kazutora says with a fake concerned expression.

“I was ordered to be the driver so I’ll be okay. None of you can drive, anyway.”

“No, it’s alright. Come here.” Following your boss’s order, you reluctantly open the door, hopping out of the driver's seat before opening the back door, blunt still in hand.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassment as you climb in, feeling the intense gazes as you settle into your seat squished in between Mikey and Kazutora who don’t bother to move over, the Haitani brothers having already shifted to the empty seats across from you as well as Sanzu who sits beside the siblings, gun hidden. You squirm awkwardly into your seat as you inhale the leaf once more. Holding the smoke in as a hand on your chin forces you to turn to your right.

“Blow into my mouth.” You try to move your head from Kazutora’s hand, the burning sensation catching up to you, forcing you to blow in his direction, his mouth slightly open as he sucks in the air, his lips barely grazing yours.

This is definitely too intimate. What drugs did they take because marijuana doesn’t do this.

The air feels suffocating as warmth builds, gazes becoming heated as your eyebrows furrow. Suddenly, the hand on your chin moves to the back of your head as your lips are forced to meet with Kazutora’s. Your eyes widen as your hands immediately push against his chest, his hold stronger as he keeps you in place, golden eyes staring into your orbs. Biting his lip only caused a moan from him as he leaned into you, the metallic taste mixing in with mary jane and alcohol.

When he finally releases you, because you were still shoving away from him, you accidentally land on your boss’s chest. Immediate fear causes you to sit up, though you were stopped by arms wrapping around your waist, your head resting against his shoulder, positioned in between the leg that's propped on the seat and the other one on the ground as he leans against the door. Kazutora grabs the blunt from you as he takes a hit from it.

“B-boss?” You question as his hands slowly roam up your blouse, your face heated as the warmth of his hands rests on your breasts that are covered by your bra. “W-wait! Mi- boss! Stop!”

“Are you telling me what to do?” His breath causes tingles down your neck as his lips meet your ear.

“Two times in a row, not a good look for you, Y/n.” Ran says, ignoring his erection under his pants.

“Wait, I just need some air or something! I need to be okay to drive!” Your chest rises and falls as Mikey squeezes your breasts, your hands grabbing his wrists to pull them off though his strength is firm, even when intoxicated.

“You’re not being a very good executive, Y/n. So disobedient.” Rin taunts before he grabs one of your ankles, removing your shoe as well as Kazutora doing the same with your other after handing Ran the wood. You attempt to pull your legs back, forgetting how you are the weakest amongst these men. Sanzu moves to the floor board next to the upper half of your body as Ran moves to the lower, unbuckling your pants as you struggle against Mikey’s hold, blunt in his lips.

“Y-yeah I’m telling all of you to stop! This isn’t profession-!” You’re cut off by Sanzu’s lips, his hand cupping your face as Mikey’s tongue slithers against your ear. Saliva falls down your chin as your hand reaches to push against Sanzu’s chest while the Haitani brothers and Kazutora pull down your pants, revealing your panties. Your eyes become wider as you start kicking your legs, whimpering against Sanzu’s mouth as you try to break free only for Kazutora and Rin to hold your legs apart as Ran uses a finger to trail down your slit through the fabric before he hands the leaf to his brother.

One of Sanzu’s hands pulls your blouse over your chest before he moves back to pull it off, Mikey helping in the process as he holds your arms still.

“Guys! You’re too intoxicated! St-stop, now!”

Rin’s lips trail down your leg, rubbing your thigh in the process while the blunt lies in between his index and middle finger. Kazutora mimics, though removing your sock before he licks your foot, a tingling sensation going up your spine.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Mikey whispers against your ear, unclipping your bra before he forces it off of you, of course you make it harder by preventing the handles from being removed from your arms. He tears them, throwing your bra to the side as one of his arms circle around your waist while the other hand reaches your nipple. Sanzu grabs the other mound in his hand before he lowers his head, eyeing you through heavy lids, his lips circling around your nub as you frantically try to move.

Ran lowers his head as he uses a finger to move your panties to the side.

“As pretty as I’d thought it’d be.” He says before he uses both hands to pull them down, Rin grabs them as he throws them to the side before handing Sanzu the blunt. Ran analyzes your pussy with a sly smile, using a finger to gather the slight slick that’s formed before sucking his finger and releasing a quiet moan.

“Stop touching me!” You exclaim, everything becoming overwhelming as your boss and coworkers roam your body, Sanzu pulling your nipple as he takes another hit.

“Relax.” He says before placing it against your lips. You move your head away before he roughly grabs your chin and forces you to face him.

“Smoke it.” He demands. You blatantly shake your head.

“No! No more of that or any of this!” You hiss as you move up once more, only for you to let out a high pitched scream of pain once Sanzu places the burning wood against your arm. Tears fall from the pain as your face becomes hot. Your other hand grips the arm that was just burnt. You shakily wipe away the residue ash left on your skin.

“Say that again.” He says before placing the blunt against your mouth. You inhale before holding it in and blowing out once more. He wipes the sweat off your forehead as he keeps it against your mouth, you having to inhale more before breathing the smoke out again, mellowing out although your heart continues to race.

Your body jolts as you feel a wet muscle slithering against your clit. Ran’s tongue flicks your nub before his lips close around, sucking as he slightly bobs his head. Kazutora sucks his fingers before sliding his hand down, bending over as he uses two fingers to ease into your wet pussy. Your hole clenches around his fingers as your hips twitch, biting your lip as you hold back from releasing any sound as your eyes shut tightly.

Suddenly, hands grab your hips as you're pushed up, legs hovering over your head as your body is bent. The wetness moves to your ass as his tongue glides against your anus.

“Hah! Not there! Stop it, please!” Tears fall in humiliation as he eats you out, Rin positioning himself to eat your pussy as Kazutora angles his fingers, gliding in and out slowly as he holds pressure to your g-spot before pulling out again, watching your pussy contract intensely. A tongue runs along your clit repeatedly flicking the nub before he sucks it. Sanzu and Mikey hold up your legs as they kiss and lick your neck before leaving hickeys and pinching the skin between their teeth, Mikey handing Sanzu the roach before he throws it out of the cracked window, returning his hand to your nipple.

As Kazutora accelerates his fingers, your hips slightly meet his hand as the brothers eat you out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with your mouth slightly ajar, head falling back on Mikey’s shoulder.

“Ran.”

“Yes boss?”

“Pull out my cock.” He complies, pulling Mikey’s sweats down as well as his underwear, revealing his hard girth. You tense once you feel his head against your ass.

“W-wait, Mikey there’s no lube. Please don’t!”

“My King, I can help.” He says with a dazed look.

Mikey eyes him for a second before he nods his head, Sanzu and Ran switching placements as Ran settles next to her upper body and Sanzu moves to Mikey’s throbbing cock. A groan leaves Mikey’s lips, brushing against your ear as Sanzu lowers his head, lips circling around Mikey’s tip before shoving his cock deep within his throat.

You feel your boss’s hips jerk as his head falls back against the car’s window. Another moan leaves his mouth as you hear the mixture of saliva and precum combining as Sanzu pulls his head back and forth steadily, making sure to wet his king’s cock to the fullest.

“Knew he’d be eager to suck Mikey’s cock.” Rin whispers against your pussy as Kazutora and Ran chuckle at his statement. Sanzu pulls his head back and uses his hand to angle Mikey’s cock against your anus. Your body is forced to drop on his thick cock, tears escaping as the pain shoots up your back.

“Fuck!” You cry out, “Take it out! Take it out, you fucking assholes!” Kazutora removes his fingers as Rin pulls back, sitting in their seats as they pull out their own hard cocks, using spit to rub themselves off. Once Mikey’s cock was stuffed all the way into your ass, he held it there as he basked in your warmth. Sanzu hovers over you as he uses his own spit to wet himself. You jolt when his head meets your pussy lips.

Your hands grip Sanzu’s shoulders as he eases into your pussy, fortunately the juice that was already there makes it less painful, though your hole clenched around his girth as you're full from both sides.

“Relax your muscles.” Ran whispers in your ear as his own hand wraps around his cock, while the other caresses your head.

“I can’t! It hurts!” You exclaim as your eyes shut tightly. Your head falls back once more, Ran leaving a kiss along your jaw.

“Yes you can. Just breathe.” You had no choice but to comply as you tried to get through the pain, breathing heavily as Sanzu and Mikey began to move slowly. A drawn out moan escapes Sanzu as the pressure from Mikey’s cock could be felt through your walls, causing extra friction.

Time passed and their hips began to accelerate, the car filling with five men’s moans as all of them thrust their hips, pulsating cocks engulfed in warmth. Sanzu’s cock, angled to hit your g-spot, causes an intense pleasure that contrasts with the lingering pain from Mikey’s cock stretching your ass. The agony numbing out as you begin to fill a pleasurable fullness as your body rocks up and down, nails piercing through Sanzu’s fabric. You grunt as your ass clenches around Mikey’s cock, barely holding back a moan as the friction causes you to near your orgasm.

“Tell me how good it feels.” Mikey hissed against your ear, hand reaching around your throat as he slams his hips against your ass, speeding up.

“It doesn’t!” You cry out. “I-it feels terrible! Get out of me!” A loud moan accidentally leaves your mouth when Sanzu’s pace becomes faster, ambushing your g-spot repeatedly. A sharp pinch against your nipple causes you to yelp.

“Lie again.” Mikey growls, “Tell me the truth or I’ll blow your brains out as soon as I cum.”

“Fuck, this is so hot.” Kazutora hissed as his head falls back, rubbing his cock violently as his erection pulsates in his grip. Rin bites his own lip as he thrusts his hand, rubbing a thumb over his slit as he watches the display.

“Come on, angel. Be good for us, yeah?” Ran breathlessly says as he brings himself closer, hand gripping your head as he ruts against his other hand.

Your body convulses, warmth overcoming your abdomen as your hips grind hard against the two cocks, head back as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream.

“F-fuck! I’m… ah! Cumming!”

“Shit!” Rin hissed as his hand moves faster, your voice turning all of them on as they continue to work for their own orgasm.

You cry out from Mikey and Sanzu continuing their assault, thrusts becoming sloppier as they cause you to overstimulate, your hips frantically grinding back as the feeling becomes all too overwhelming, nose scrunching as your nails scratch Sanzu.

“Say it now! Tell us how good it feels to be full of our cocks! Right now, Y/n!” Sanzu growls, pink hue covering his face as he gazes into your eyes with a lustful, crazed glare.

“Feels good! S’ fucking good, hah! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum again!”

In reality, post nut clarity will definitely come soon considering how violated you truly feel, though the feeling of being so full and your g-spot being abused causes your body to react, pussy contracting as you’re brought to your second orgasm, the men following along right after as they all release their loads.

You feel Sanzu and Mikey’s cum shoot deeply inside of you, so much coming out as some of the liquid spills out of your ass and pussy.

“Y-you all violated me.” You growl in anger as tears spill from your eyes, cocks pulling out of you causing you to grunt from the residue pain.

“You liked it.” Kazutora frowns as your vision becomes blurry.

“You should rest. Sounds like the weed is getting to your head.” Rin snorts.

Before you could prevent it, your eyes fluttered shut, darkness engulfing you into a deep sleep.

The next day, the men sat in the meeting room, awaiting your arrival. When you didn’t show up, Kakucho went to check your room, only to find you balled up in the blankets on your bed, hiding your whole body.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t answer, he walked out of the room back towards the meeting to relay the message. The meeting continued without you. When it was over, Kazutora visited your room.

“Y/n? Why are you acting like this?” He says as he sits on the bed next to your figure. His eyebrow raises when his hand reaches your form, squeezing it before he stands up and snatches the blankets back, revealing an empty space.

“Shit!” He hissed in anger.

Two years pass and you just got out of your therapy appointment, walking to your car before you hopped in and drove to your apartment. You knew that the only way you could leave Bonten was by death or running away. So you decided to make a new life for yourself in a different country, far away from Japan.

You knew the job was toxic anyway but you didn’t know that you’d be violated sexually. You’re in a better head space, though you do have moments where you can feel the hands all over you, not scrubbing your body hard enough as your skin raws. Your new boyfriend, along with your friends and therapist have helped you grow positively as you slowly let your past go.

Entering your apartment, you expect to see your boyfriend in the living room on video games, not his limbs detached from his torso, or head decapitated as it’s rolled in between someone’s feet. Nor did you expect to see blood all over your carpet as well as the frames and paintings broken, thrown off the walls, glass shards everywhere. Your trembling hand covers your mouth as you eye the five men you never wanted to see again, staring at you with cold stoic expressions, worse than any angry look you could’ve ever received.

Hyperventilating, you turn on your heel to run back out your front door, only to run into Takeomi’s chest.

“No, no, no! Let me out, Takeomi! You don’t know what they did to me!” Your fists hit his back as he swings you over his shoulder.

“Oh I know. Now they’re pussy whipped and can’t get over you. Not even boss. You’re lucky you’re not gonna be killed, but there’s no way we’re letting you out of our sight again. Consider yourself, Bonten’s property.” He says as he walks to the car.

You continue struggling in his grip as tears leave from your eyes, crying out in anger and devastation over your boyfriend’s gruesome death. The life you created for yourself being torn from your grasp as another thing important is snatched away. You mourn your lost freedom as well as what’s to come.

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