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Chapter 13 of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) is up on ao3!!

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“They’re watching,” he muttered.

“I know,” Bob said.

John’s voice dropped. “You keep touching me like this and they’re gonna think—”

“I know.”

Bob didn’t let go.

John’s mouth opened. Closed.

I've been wanting to illustrate this from Chapter 11 since I wrote the first draft of it. It's such a tender, special moment and one of the big turning points for John in the fic. Please consider giving Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) a read on Ao3! :)

Close-ups & alternative version under the cut ↓↓↓

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hey besties, chapters 11 and 12 of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) are up on ao3!

11 is one of my favorites from the whole work, so read it here and enjoy!

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chapters nine and ten of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) are up on ao3!!

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chapter eight of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) is up on ao3!! we're about to get into some of my favorite chapters in the whole fic :3

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chapter seven of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) is up on ao3!!

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chapter six of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) is up on ao3!!

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chapters four and five of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) are up on ao3!!

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chapter four here

chapter five here

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CHAPTER THREE of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) is up on ao3 woot woot

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chapter two of Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me) is up on ao3!!! check it out here: chapter two 🎊

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Two Ghosts (Standing in The Place of You And Me)

Relationships: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel), Thunderbolts Team Members & John Walker (Marvel)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Slow Burn, Fake Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Post-Movie: Thunderbolts (2025), Post-Canon, POV: John Walker (Marvel), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Developing Relationship, Healing, Mutual Pining, Self-Esteem Issues, Internalized Homophobia, Past John Walker/Olivia Walker (Marvel), Angst with a Happy Ending, there is fluff I promise, John Walker is kind of an asshole, I can fix him (tm), Missions Gone Wrong, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

Three and a half months into the formation of the New Avengers, scandal strikes. The execution footage resurfaces, dragging John’s past back into the spotlight. Whispers about The Void—and its connection to Bob—are gaining traction. The public is afraid. Reputations are crumbling.

So Valentina makes a call: spin a narrative. A surprise wedding. A love story between two misunderstood heroes who found each other in their darkest hour.

The only problem?

They both hate the idea.

The bigger problem?

The marriage is already legal.

Their teammates know it’s fake. Of course they do. But with the media in a frenzy, management demands full buy-in: shared dormitory, matching rings, joint interviews, public hand-holding.

Jokes get whispered in the elevator. Alexei starts winking too much.

John’s ex won’t return his calls, but somehow, she’s seen every staged photo of him holding Bob’s hand.

Through the forced smiles, the late-night silences, the uncomfortable proximity, and the leaking wounds neither of them want to show—the lines between fiction and something far more dangerous start to blur.

It’s not love. Not yet.

But it’s a ghost of something.

And it’s theirs.

Author's Note:

Let's freaking GOOOOOO!!! I've been sitting on this fic for a while. I'm so excited to finally share it with you all. Updates will be posted weekly until the conclusion of the story. I hope you enjoy <3

Also: I LOVE using em-dashes. Always have and always will. I can guarantee that this work is fully of my own creation. Thanks. :)

READ IT HERE!!!

Read it on AO3! // Chapter 1

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"hanako?"

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Face the Light.

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the wolf who rises

there, in the limelight, I stood,

struggling to carve myself into shadow.

He loomed over me, watching, waiting—

a hyena cloaked in the skin of a wolf.

I can still hear it—the cackle of power,

His laugh as sharp as lightning,

a menacing rasp that fractures the air.

fangs glisten, bloodied, under the searing lights,

eyes like a hollow moon—cold, empty, unfeeling.

hot breath ghosts my neck.

a jagged smile hovers, patiently waiting

for the snap of bone beneath His teeth.

does He know His own nature?

our bodies shift, backs pressed 

against the crushing weight of the world that surrounds us.

are my hackles raised 

by the noise of the restless pack encircling us, or fear?

a howl splits the darkness—

a jagged, sneering cry that scratches at the night.

as the flashing lights burn brighter, His eyes darken,

deepening to shadow. claws—sharp and cruel—

pierce my skin, step by step, relentless.

my hackles flatten, teeth grinding shut, tail forced down.

my body betrays me, yet I cannot yield.

I am the strong wolf. I must stand tall.

His sneer, as violent as torrential rain, floods me,

and I face the crackling lightning,

feeling every shock burn through my bones.

I am not sure if I am howling or screaming

as I stare to the sky, heavy with storms.

then, from the depths of the dark, another voice rises,

strong, clear. soft yellow eyes, bright like the sun,

burn through the blackened sky.

my voice shakes, falters—but more join in,

a chorus of wolves rising, 

and in that moment, I remember.

I am the wolf.

the hyena, disguised in power, is gone.

did He flee, or has He lost Himself in His own cruelty?

scarred tongues lick at my wounds,

and my legs tremble, reliving the sharp bite

of razor teeth I convinced myself were only nightmares.

my battered body lowers to the earth, 

cocooned by the warmth of my pack,

surrounded by the pulse of solidarity.

I hadn’t realized how cold I was

until I was wrapped in the heat of belonging.

but even in the comfort of the pack, a question lingers—

did He choose to become hyena, or was it forced upon Him,

forged from generations of violence,

a skin that never fit,

but one He wore anyway?

am I not also shaped by a fractured history of struggle,

a wolf only because I’ve learned to survive the darkness?

the night is still,

air thick with the scent of rain,

and the wolves around me breathe in steady rhythm,

reminding me that I am not alone.

in this pack, I am more than my wounds.

the lightning surging in my bones cannot

electrocute me any longer. instead, 

it becomes a source of power.

I am not just the wolf who stands,

but the wolf who rises.

when the dawn breaks,

I will raise my head, and

the light will find me whole.

-December 11, 2024-

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the real reason I'm an art major

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Happy birthday Technoblade. ❤️