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jadedwolf18-blog · 1 year
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Mini Phantom Invasion
<<Chapters One - Six | << Chapters Seven - Twelve
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These chapters were inspired by this post by @blackfoxsposts
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Here’s two chapters! The first is a recap of the two years we skipped over and the second is Danny interact with some of the BatFam
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Danny sighed as they stared out into the dark purple foliage of the forrest. They and Elle had been exploring the far reaches of the Zone for the last week, bonding and spending time together before things got busy again. 
They would be returning tomorrow, to Phantoms Keep, as their eighteenth birthday was the day after. It was also the day of their coronation and the day they would officially claim Elle as their daughter. It was crazy to think that it had already been two years since they’d fled their old dimension. 
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Danny and Dan had become the protectors of Japan, as a whole, during those two years. They had even trained with Katana every now and then, that had been an interesting meeting that lead to Dan working part-time with the justice league. 
Danny themself preferred to remain in Japan and had only met the main members of the JL once, during their initial introduction. They and Dan had set up their head quarters in the village they had first started out in. It had now bloomed from a simple farming village into a small town that rivalled Amity Park in size. Though its main focus was still farming and the production of grains and fruit.
The area that housed the hot spring, their cave and both the big shrine and the smaller shrine had been left undisturbed and was still surrounded by forest, as it was declared the Holy Hunting Grounds and home to Japan’s protector spirits.
The small town had expanded in the opposite direction and its’ architecture and atmosphere kept to a historic aesthetic, their were no modern glass structure or tall buildings. Not that the interiors were devoid of modern facilities but, if one were to visit, it would seem as if you had stepped into the past. The Shrine stood as the tallest building and had been expanded to resemble a historic Shiro or castle. Their new symbol displayed proudly on its Tori Gate and above its entrance.
Danny and Dan had come up with a new symbol in their first month of actively protecting the town and before they started to include the whole of Japan as their haunts territory. It was now a circle with a white, up right triangle in the centre and a stylised version of the Kanji 幻 (maboroshi), meaning Phantom/vision/illusion/dream/phantasm. The Kanji and circle that adorned Dan’s suit were red to match the bracelet on his wrist, while Danny’s circle was red and the Kanji was Ecto-green. 
Even Elle’s wore the new symbol, both the circle and Kanji were a slightly paler green. It had become their family insignia, similar to the Bats and Birds of Gotham. They still went by Phantom when operating outside of Japan but were now mainly known as Maboroshi to the people of Japan.
Over the last two years Danny had gone back to their old dimension a few times, at first it was to check in with Jazz, Sam and Tucker but they had started to grow distant the more he refused to return. Jazz understood, encouraged it even but Sam and Tucker didn’t understand, Sam viewed it as abandoning their duty and Tucker thought they were just over reacting, that they could just live somewhere else and things would be fine. It had all come to an end the last time the had seen them. The other reason they had returned, with Dan, was to look for clues about their mother.
They had spoken more with Pandora and the ghost they had learned was their aunt, she went by Rina, she had told them that their mother was the Mother of Merfolk in her home dimension and was known as Aqua Rigina, a goddess to those who live in the see. She had passed her title to her daughter, their older sister, before fading from her dimension to travel and explore with her new found freedom. 
She had found a home in a new dimension, amongst a different pantheon and it was while traveling the dimensions, connected to the greek pantheon, that she came to care for a human. She new she would not be able to stay but she had hoped to be able to visit often. She never got the chance to tell him once she found out she was pregnant and well… they knew the rest. 
They and Dan had made no progress on finding out who their father was nor what dimension he was in. They only knew that the dimension was connected to the Greek pantheon but that was hardly helpful when there were so many. Short of entering their DNA into every universes data base, which they did not want to do, they could only hope they bumped into someone who knew. Danny knew there was a chance that their father would want nothing to do with them but they still hoped, that small part of them that had never grown up, craved to be accepted by their family.
On the brighter side, they had met with their older sister and her husband, though they brought sad news about her mother. She had accepted and welcomed both of them. They had spent some time with them, getting to know them and the other Mermaids of The Seven Seas, they even learned about their mer powers. It had been fun to meet their sister, brother-in-law and niece. 
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Danny had only just fallen asleep when they heard twig snap, they opened their eyes and slowly sat up, coiling their tail tighter around Elle, who had shifted to her creature form in her sleep. They kept their focus in the direction the sound had come from, pupils blown wide to peer into the unnatural darkness of the Ghost Zone forest. 
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Danny continued to watch and listen, even as they slowly roused Elle from her sleep, making a low growling purr and and a short series of quiet clicks, warning her of the potential threat and to stay in her creature form. She was quick to go on alert, ears twitching, trying to find what had put them on edge. 
They listened to the near silent footsteps, there were two, one significantly heavier than the other. As the two figures drew closer and they could just make out their forms, Danny released a long, low warning hiss. The figures paused, for a moment, at the edge of the forest, just out of sight. Danny stopped their hiss and watched, waited, for their response.
Minutes ticked by before the larger figure moved, slowly, forward and into the small clearing. The beginnings of a hiss was cut short when Danny recognised who was currently standing before them. Bruised and battered, cracks in their armour and an unconscious blue bird slung over their back. The smaller figure stepped forward soon after, revealing the hard to miss combination of red, yellow and red. 
“Batman?” Danny was shocked and confused as to why Batman and two of his birds would be in the Infinite Realms, let alone how they had gotten in and so far from any of the main haunts. “Do you need help?”
The smaller bird shifted into a defensive stance but Batman placed a calming hand on his shoulder. “Phantom. Do you know where we are?”
Straight to business it is then, they thought wryly as the corner of their lips twitched in amusement, they motioned them forward and ignited the campfire. They watched as the three drew closer, Batman gently lay Nightwing on the ground and checked him over before taking a seat across from them, on the other side of the fire. Robin was hesitant but soon followed Batman’s lead and took his own seat.
Danny relaxed, leaning back, using their tail as a back rest. They pulled Elle onto their lap and held her close, letting out a calming purr as they silently let her know who the new comers were and that they weren’t a threat… to them anyway.
“You are currently in the Infinite Realms or the Ghost Zone to pit it frankly. It’s where those who died violent deaths, have unfinished business, a strong attachment to the living ream or were created by the culmination of a belief go when the die. You, though, are not dead.” Danny looked them over, they were definitely in rough shape but they were alive. 
“So how, may I ask, did you end up here?” Danny started running their claws through Elles hair as they waited for a response. They knew Batman was weighing his options, they hadn’t worked together often, Dan was the one who had the most interaction with the JL. 
“We were fighting against the League of assassins, you’ve had run ins with them before according to Maboroshi. Nightwing was knocked unconscious, Robin went to catch him before he fell into the Lazarus Pit but their line was cu by an assassin. I went after them, instead of being submerged in Pit water, we were transported here.”
“Hmm, how long have you been here? Maboroshi hasn’t made contact, so he must not have been informed of your disappearance yet. You are lucky I had been close by, I don’t normally venture out this far.” Elle chirped and repositioned herself, seeing as they were safe, she was quick to go back to sleep.
“Hnn.” Batman looked into the fire, no doubt processing the fact that they were in the land of the dead.
“Who is that?” Robin asked, demanded.
“Robin!” Batman was quick to give his version of admonishment.
“What, it is a perfectly valid point of questioning, they are an unknown.” Batman sighed as he turned back to Phantom.
“To answer your question, Robin, this is my daughter. We are on a bonding trip, though we will be returning home tomorrow.” He watched as Batman physically perked up at the mention of a child, Danny found it amusing that such a large and intimidating figure had such a soft spot for children. “Back to the reason you are here and how long has it been, since you entered the Realms?”
“It has only been a few hours but Nightwing needs medical attention, as does Robin.” Batman ignored Robins pointed gaze.
“And you, I assume, by the looks of your suit. Rest for now and do what you can to field dress your wounds. I’ve got extra food you can eat, its human safe. Once you’re rested and fed, I’ll bring you to the Far Frozen to get a proper medical check. I’ll also send out a message to Maboroshi, get him to let the other Bats and Birds you’re ok.” Danny slowly set Elle into the cradle of their tail, as the reached for their travel pack that contained their food. They had snacks and junk food mostly but they also had pre-made meals they could heat on a fire. Setting up the rack to hold the fire safe containers, they made sure the food wouldn’t fall before turning their attention to their accidental guests. “Once you’re cleared by Frostbite, I’ll bring you to Phantoms Keep and get you through a portal home.”
“Thank you, Phantom.” Batman turned his attention to tending to Nightwing as Robin continued to stare at them.
“How do you know we can trust them?” Batman sighed and answered before Danny could say anything.
“Phantom is a protector spirit, Robin, it is in their nature to protect those they deem as theirs and help those that need it. It is more complex than that but that is the gist of it.” Robin huffed but seamed to be satisfied, for now, with the answer.
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The clearing had been silent as the Gotham vigilantes ate, Batman continued to check on Nightwing, though you wouldn’t know it by just looking at his expression, Danny could feel the worry, guilt and pain, coming off the big bad bat, as they fussed over Nightwing and Robin. Much to the young boys annoyance but Danny could tell he felt comfort in knowing that Batman cared for him, along with his own worry for Nightwing. 
Once the two vigilantes had finished their meals and everything had been packed away, Danny carefully picked up Elle and their travel pack. They floated up and shifted their tail to legs, before putting out the fire and upping their own natural glow to provide light for Batman and Robin. Batman picked up Nightwing, resettling them on his back and waited for Robin to join him before following after Phantom.
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papiliomame · 2 years
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Chapter 20 from Danny Fenton is an Invasive Species by @going-dead
Not much to say. I read badass Jazz, I draw badass Jazz. I think we all need more badass Jazz in the phandom.
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lemaistrechat · 2 years
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Phases of Skeletor’s Life
Sources are what I’ll call “the main 80s continuity”. This includes both Filmation cartoons, mini-comics packed with the action figures near the end of the line but not before, the newspaper comic and The New Adventures of He-Man.
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PHASE 1, Backstory. Skeletor was either a demon from another dimension who always had a bare skull for a head, or King Randor’s brother Keldor. If the latter, his experiments with magic caused him to uncontrollably cross spacetime (”The Search for Keldor”).
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He studied magic under Hordak (making it possible that his extra-dimensional demon homeland was Horde World, but no writer has explicitly said so) and arrived/returned to Eternia with his invasion fleet. As the Horde conquest failed, Skeletor was stranded behind enemy lines at the end of a half-successful commando mission to steal the King and Queen’s twins (She-Ra, “The Secret of the Sword”/”Reunions”)
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Between the Horde invasion landing and its failure, they made Snake Mountain their base. Skeletor convinced Zanthor, a member of the Council of the Wise, to betray its Golden Discs of Knowledge to him, using knowledge their contained to shape the Snake Mountain base. Zanthor was banished to a phantom dimension by Zodac and the rest of the Council of the Wise, then they disbanded. (He-Man episode “The Golden Discs of Knowledge”)
Besides Hordak any other named Hordesmen in the invasion force, and briefly Zanthor, Skeletor’s earliest allies were Beast Man, Mer-Man, Trap Jaw (AKA Kronis), Tri-Klops and Evil-Lyn. The 2002 continuity showed the order they joined Keldor (Beast Man -> Kronis / Tri-Klops or vice versa -> Evil-Lyn, Mer-Man implicitly last) but this one didn’t. Fisto also held his forest domain as a fief from Skeletor for some time, defecting when Prince Adam was 16. (He-Man episode “Fisto’s Forest”)
PHASE 2-1 (Filmation Season 1)
Skeletor and Beast Man reassemble the Evil Warriors. They spend many months on various schemes to take over Eternia, though rarely in the full group of six. Prince Adam is 18.
PHASE 2-2 (Filmation Season 2)
New Evil Warriors join: Clawful, Webstor, Whiplash, Kobra Khan, Two Bad, Spikor and Modulok.
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PHASE 2-3 (Filmation She-Ra)
Skeletor meets Hordak again. They briefly team up (”Secret of the Sword”/”Battle for Brightmoon”), then fight whenever they meet (”Gateway to Trouble”, “My Friend My Enemy”, “Of Shadows and Skulls”, “Horde Prime Takes a Holiday”, Christmas Special). Modulok soon defects to the Horde. Prince Adam turns 20 or 21. Skeletor, Beast Man and Trap Jaw are last seen together assaulting the Bee People’s Hive starship (She-Ra, “Assault on the Hive”).
PHASE 3, honorary Snake Man and new Evil Warriors
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One day when only he and Kobra Khan are at Snake Mountain, Skeletor goes spelunking into unexplored caves beneath Snake Mountain. King Hiss is released from mystic confinement. Rattlor and Tung Lashor are summoned from the Etherian Horde to join him. Hypothetically, Skeletor and King Hiss are independent allies living together and each planning to backstab the other when He-Man and Hordak are defeated, but all the old Evil Warriors stop coming to Snake Mountain and the pair act like co-commanders of the Snake Men. King Hiss manages to free Sssqueeze and Snake Face from where they were mystically banished. The robots Blast Attack and Twistoid are added to this group. (mini-comics “King of the Snake Men”, “Snake Attack”, “The Ultimate Battleground!”, “Revenge of the Snake Men”, “Energy Zoids”. Alternate telling in “Vengeance of the Viper King” newspaper comic.)
Eventually the Snake Men are banished again. Either before or after this, Skeletor summons Scare Glow and Ninjor from across space and time to serve him. This doesn’t seem to work out long-term. (”The Search for Keldor” mini-comic, “Ninjor Stalks by Night” newspaper comic)
With the Snake Men gone, Skeletor summons alien mercenaries Saurod and Blade. Evil-Lyn and Beast Man return to him, though at one point they also try to run away from him and conquer Blade’s home planet Merrian.
PHASE 4, The New Adventures
Some time later, Skeletor has become a cyber-lich, with advanced prosthetics all over his remaining flesh.
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He lives at Snake Mountain with none of the Evil Warriors except a tribe of humans who wear ram hides. He also has a different staff from the old Havoc Staff.
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He makes his way onto a starship from Primus and joins the Mutants of Denebria led by Flogg. (New Adventures, “A New Beginning”)
On the moon of Nordor, he finds a power crystal that changes his body/armor again. (New Adventures, “Sword & Staff”)
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He falls in love with a Mutant woman, Crita.
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His beloved Crita schemes her way into a position of power independent of Flogg as the Queen of the Gleanons of planet Necron. When a peace treaty is signed between the rulers of Primus and Flogg’s Mutants, he and Crita do not abide by it and attack He-Man and his friends. He-Man knocks them into a small spacecraft and sarcastically officiates their wedding before tossing it into orbit. (”The Final Invasion”)
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That was the last we saw of him before continuity reboots. Really.
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the-last-human-war · 14 days
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Okay, here it is... Event Horizons yeaaaaa!! Yes, you guessed correctly. Event Horizons. Okay so Physics Algorithms isn't completely necessary to get these special bullets to their destination, unless the Sniper wants to Perfectly Free Shot it. But obviously the Sniper can just Insta-Shot it... Blink-Shot... Catch-Shot... Fold-Shot. Basically a Black Hole Folds space in Half right. All the Mapping of the Terrain, and Scanning of the Target, allows us to Manifest 2 Black Holes... 1 inside the Chamber of the Rifle, and 1 inside the Brain of the Target's Skull. Or also any other part of the Target's body you sick bastard. It's simple Teleportation of a Bullet. Technically... It doesn't even have to Pass through In Between the Eyes. It's like huh, how did that get in there? Honestly a Sniper can use a Gumball. Savage. Savage. Really ur Injecting a Tumor into their Brain with the Most Minimally Invasive Surgical Incision Method Possible. Actually I'm surprised Surgeons don't use Black Holes for Implants and Transplants. Imagine Resurrecting someone with Phantom Black Hole Pain from their Severed Head decapitated from a Sniper's Saw Disc oooooooooooooooo. Actually it was a Vinyl. Or DVD. Floppy Disc, so sad. Yeah these Sniper Rifles have Giant Chambers they can fit all sorts of things inside there......... THAT'S WHAT SHEEEEEEEE SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAID Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah if Black Holes are like Pure Chaos, then you might as well call it Chaos Phantom Pain ooooooooooo. You can literally Insta-Fish them... Stick the Tip of a Harpoon into their Leg, then reel in the Winch Cable so they drown in the Ocean or get Devoured by Sharks. Perhaps the spike has Anti-Gravity... Fly that Fucker like a KITE!! The Sniper can Aim the Nose of the Rifle at their own Face, or even their own Nuts... And STILL Shoot the Target!! They can shoot a bunch of Spider Larvae into that cocoon lookin mothafucka. Savage. Savage. You can hide a miniature Safe inside their Torso. And many people don't know this,,, You can put your Weed in there. Honestly stuff em like a Thanksgiving Turkey. Stuff em with Candy like a Fuckin PIÑATA!!! Shove a Hornet's Nest in there!! Stuff em with Snakes... Operation Snake Eater. Fireflies out the mouth, Ladybugs out the eyes, Dragonflies out the ears. A Flood of Diamonds!! Inject them with Flood Parasites and Necromorph Plague so they Instantly Transform with Tentacles Bursting out, like a Colony of 7 Creatures instantly manifest themselves from the inside out. The Skulls Aka Mist Soldiers. The Mini Juggernauts, at the Lion's ROAR of the Demon War-Sheep dismantle their Exo-Suits, and they start Charging their foes with Swords. Yet in this Form, they can Phase like Mist, and all projectiles pass through them. Completely Intangible. Actually disturbingly, the Invis Soldiers can use this Mode too. Also the Snipers are always in Gas Snake Skull Phase. There's also this crazy Kid with a Terrible British Accent Floating in the Sky with a Gas Mask... Wearing all Black, and in these Long Sleeves idk if that's a broken stray jacket and he's a Senile Lunatic that called Fire in a Bingo Hall, or he couldn't decide between Fruit by the Foot and Acid Strips, or maybe it's Sleeve of Wizard like Borat's Loose Wife that got Attacked by a Bear, or maybe The Riddler really is Batman, or maybe the Blair Witch got caught in that crazy balloon at the car dealership then started Slap-Boxing a Glukkon trying to buy a mudoken
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magpiejay1234 · 1 year
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So, here’s a mini meta.
Yuto’s googles are likely based off Shotaro Kaneda’s (from Akira) googles, which are based on old timey war googles. Though Yuto’s seem closer to American 1930s aviation goggles. Kaneda is also likely the inspiration for Yuya’s D-Wheeler outfit.
(Yuya’s own googles are likely more based off Digimon protagonists’, specifically Takato’s.)
Yuto’s Phantom Knights, despite being literally phantom knights, are more likely named after GHQ Liason Regiment, “Phantoms”, or the WWII era US Phantom units, though they are conceptually more based off secret resistence armies, specifically Secret Polish Army. These nationalist armies were somewhat notorious for their ideological heterogenity, so they often had anti-Semitic nationalists, alongside Marxist revolutions (with some being both).
This probably explains the ideological divide with Shun, who seeks to ovethrow the previous way of life, whereas Yuto just wants to return to the pre-war situation.
I don’t know why WWII era politics are only represented in this context, considering ARC-V’s inspiration from ATLA, but ATLA also had the WWII invasion of mainland China by Japan in the equivalent of 1860s, so w/e.
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spiribia · 3 years
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mockups of fake phantom invasion random events in animal jam play wild that even i dont know why i made. the gist is that random mini-events would spawn around jamaa, and then alphas would teleport in to rally players to assist with the problem. most random events would only have a phase 1 in the overworld that pretty much all players could access - ex. going to a specific spot and doing a certain emote. if successfully completed by enough cumulative participation before time runs out, each phase will grant all participants a reward. some events will also advance to a slightly more involved later phase, which in even rarer circumstances culminates in a final phase like a big boss fight that a bunch of players participate in at once (these would give desirable exclusive rewards)
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Ok, so I know that the Iblis demon was meant as a noodle incident, and that we’re never getting more on it, but still it’s just too interesting to leave it there. We know that all of the Merry Thieves know about it, because it’s become something casual to joke about to them, but can you just imagine any of the parents overhearing and freaking out? And them getting together and getting the story out of the boys (and Anna)!? And what the story actually is?
Anyway, sorry for the mini-rant. I just had to share my feelings with someone who might use them constructively if they are in a benevolent sort of mood and not overworked or overwhelmed.
Hellooo!! First of all, WE STAN THE CHRISTOPHER AND IBLIS DEMON DRAMA! I am so mad we will never get to read about it :(( I usually make reference to it a lot in my rp account (@my-name-is-kit ) and I also wrote a bit about it in a chapter 5 of ‘The Broken Hearts’.  because I think it’s so funny. Anyway, I was wondering if this was a fic request, and though I don’t know if you wanted me to write a full-fledged fic, I decided to write a quick little scene for you (also, don’t mind my modern language usage or any mistakes; I’m tired lol):
“We shouldn’t talk about this here; my mother could hear.” Christopher said.
“Cecily is too busy with Alex. Just tell us already.”
“What more is there to tell?”
“Christopher, an Iblis demon has sent you a love letter, you must be aware of how life-changing this moment is.”
“Why is that?”
“Because,” Matthew said, annoyed. “This is your first opportunity to break a heart!”
Kit’s eyes widened. “I don’t want to break anyone’s heart!”
Cecily Lightwood was about to knock on the door to ask the boys if they would like a cup of tea  when she heard those words.
Cecily never wanted to pry in her children’s personal lives; she strongly believed they should be allowed to do as they wish (as long as nobody got hurt, of course). However, maybe it was the fact that Kit was having love problems that appalled her to such a magnitude that she could do nothing but be rooted to her spot just outside the door, that stood slightly ajar. 
Who was fancying her son and why was he so troubled at having to lead her astray? 
 “Cecy?” Gabriel whispered, frightening Cecily out of her wits. “What are you—?” 
Cecily put a finger to her lips, shushing him, before leading Gabriel away. 
“I think somebody is wishing to be courted by Kit.” Cecily said.
Gabriel’s eyes widened. “He’s barely fourteen.”
“Exactly,” Cecily said dismayed. “That’s why I find it so concerning.”
“What should we do?”
Cecily narrowed her eyes.
“We can’t keep eavesdropping." Gabriel said. "That’s an invasion of his privacy.”
Cecily remained silent.
“Cecy?” 
“They left the door open.” She pointed out. “Only fools would have a private conversation and be so foolish as to ignore the fact that the door is open. And besides, this is for Kit’s own good.”  
“I don’t know, Cecily…”
“Gabriel, you know me. I wouldn’t do this unless I thought something was the matter. It’s not like Kit to worry about these things. Ha, he wouldn’t even realize a girl was fancying him! There’s something about this conversation that bothers me, and I’m not going to just ignore it.”
Gabriel looked at her for a second longer before sighing. “Fine, you win.”
“Could we stop talking about this?” Christopher said, uncomfortable with the fact that they were discussing this in his home, where somebody might overhear.
“Actually, this is sort of serious, Kit.” James said. “How many letters have you received already?”
“Three.”
“Three?!” The rest of the Merry Thieves repeated. 
“It’s alright, Kit. You just have to tell her—er, it—that you don’t feel the same way.” Thomas said.
“That’s so boring.” Matthew drawled, before facing Christopher. “You must tell it that it could never be, for you were born enemies.”
“Did you think I didn’t tell it that?” Christopher hissed. “It proceeded to write ‘you shall be the Juliet to my Romeo’.”
James furrowed his eyebrows. “Why are you Juliet?” 
“I don’t think it reads Shakespeare.” Christopher shrugged. 
 “Why do they keep calling her ‘it’?”  Cecily whispered to Gabriel.
Gabriel shrugged, “maybe it likes it that way?”
 “What are you going to do?” James asked.
“I don’t know!” Kit paused before continuing in a lower voice. “It said it was going to kidnap me, and I don’t want to be kidnapped. I like my life here. I don’t want to live in Hell.”
 Cecily exchanged a confused glance with Gabriel.
“What the hell?” Gabriel whispered.
 “Have you told it about Demon Pox?”
“No! I don’t want to talk to it anymore. I’m hoping it might forget.”
Matthew tsked. “Christopher, that Iblis demon isn’t going to forget about you anytime soon.”
“WHAT?!” Cecily said, bursting into the room.
Kit’s face turned phantom white. “Hi mam.” He whispered, trying to force a wobbly smile.
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Though this is a fic-let, I’m still going to tag a couple of people who may enjoy it:
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jadenoryuu · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Gwen the senior schoolmate (OC), Thunderbird OC Additional Tags: Thunder and Lightning, Suspense, Attempt at Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Astraphobia, (past) Electrocution, Electric Core AU, (post) Episode: s02e04-05 Reign Storm, Panic Attacks, Platonic Relationships, Ectober 2021 (Danny Phantom), Ectober Month 2021, Ectoberhaunt 2021, Ectoberhaunt Trick Series: Part 5 of Eenie mini Tiny moe, Part 4 of Ectoberhaunt's Domestic Phantoms Summary:
A month after the second ghost invasion (this time led by the King of Ghosts, nonetheless), a sudden unnatural thunderstorm hits Amity Park. Gwen is a senior student unfortunate enough that she has to wait it out under the bleachers of the football field. ...And she's not alone. What will follow from her act of kindness in helping a fellow student overcome a panic attack?
@ectoberhaunt this time it was a really tricky affair, I wrote way too much than what I intended to! (⁎˃ᆺ˂)
(this is probably the longest story of Domestic Phantoms, but since the story flew so well after it started rolling, I let it go on...)
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captainkurosolaire · 3 years
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And as I gave stare to my revelation; death is a part of life. Saying goodbye is the only way to find that hello again.
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It’s agonizing to let that cradle of delicacy let loose to the wind, that last small fragile divine petal you clutched from something you once bloomed. I failed to tell what was necessary, that indeed it was necessary to me when it was under the process of nurturing and mattered. There isn’t an enemy that compares to the one crafted by your own projection. Many come and paint your flaws from the outsides of their own discern with invasion, with the vaguest of details to what covers your raw authenticity. Pain is knowing when your naive and young and anticipating the future when you have all the answers to become your peak. It was easier to be imaginative and solely a dreamer, where fun coexisted and miserableness wasn’t a fret. However, even when that moment comes, you’re just as helpless as back then until you suffer the blows, ate rejections, took stride in those separating lines from being adequate or otherwise, just --- enough. Then even when you finally gather that experience become hardened and headstrong it becomes an infectious cycle where now, it’s a realm where you look on the opposite reflection to where you stood in the beginning and if you could’ve answered quicker, done better, did anything else to solve dilemmas that you could’ve prevented outcomes that left you defeated and distraught and carrying silence that unaltered you from growth. Even points of your day’s become your comparisons of how those mini moments of you, were variations of when happiness was your wield and that which you represented, stood behind, gave you every validation that this is your definitive purpose. Sickness and weakness holds so much more power than one could envision. If you find yourself under that storm and brave through there’s a magnitude of insight to be found, I learned personally. I ran through a forest incurable and inevitably hopeless, my very vitality is continuously deteriorating, I should’ve been consumed a long time ago. There’s so many things that are sold temporarily, promises, medicated prescriptions, innovative procedures. They all battle against the incurable to be remedy, even against a phantom of unheard... but there’s never anything concrete or guaranteed in this life. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- This boils down to the discovery of genuine acceptance. Which I can explain my meaning. I can’t rely on dining in the Past or Future. The only thing that can be spoken too and fought equally is the Present. Through this enchanting voyage I left a lot of memories to be cherished for lifetimes and with what I’ve produced and shared, eventually I came conflicted of doubt  if I’d ever measure to what I once drew or a piece I did and I believe what I often pulled and was inspired was philosophies of all that I had observance. I wanted to channel and funnel that same energy to aspire to entertain and propel; give the rise of the tides. It meant a world of mine to give and was always my every honor to hear I succeeded sometimes to be even in thoughts or mentioned. It gave me indescribable strength. I love my followers, my peers, friends, truly. I legitimately became painless, nearly invincible, sometimes through all the sharing and writing. All the inspirations constantly kept me fulfilled and mind over matter seemed to be my cure. But I’m not good with asking for help when it matters or involving anyone with me. I like lifting and throwing others to fly other than soaring aside. That cost me, because ignoring still netted me hospitals and gave rise to worry anyway and only delayed and caused more damage than anything. In-turn leaving me in the distance from a lot that I would consider my treasures, my importance. It took sunlight's and days to continue creating and building here in this shade as friendly as home. It feels so right. I felt empowered under this sky. If I’m to shine and light anything like I did once, or to continue the only way I can do that is by letting go of being here. As I mentioned this is difficult to walk away because of what I placed. But all that remainder of energy, I’m going to use on building my vitality and living use this as my catalyst, my passion and anchor. By setting this as a harbor, I have every reason to return one-day against all the upcoming struggles my journey is going to set me on. I’ve little to regret if this is where my epitaph ends. Like my beginning. This necessary goodbye is the only way I’ll be rewarded with a hello. That drives me to sail.
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tundrainafrica · 3 years
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Title: Bite
Summary: To say the least, Hange's last month of pregnancy turned out a little bumpier than what Levi would would have liked it to be.
A New Year's piece of Levihan Domestic Fluff. Happy New Year everyone!
Link to cross-postings: AO3
Notes:  I know I've been writing a lot of fluff lately but yeah, just me coping with this being my first ever New Year's stuck at home with our family not together this year. Sorry for my French but Fuck Covid.
The house was quiet.
But that's how Levi wanted it. Hange was eight months pregnant after all. When she was carrying a fragile growing mini person inside her, he would rather she stayed quiet anyway. The peace and calm of the household was an improvement from the clack of rock to wood and her humming. It was a sign at least that Hange was finally getting the well needed rest that came with carrying an extra human.
But it was just a little too quiet. Too quiet for it to ever be comfortable for Levi. Levi had to note that it was past noon and Hange should have been up, playing around with whatever rocks she had on the workbench or at least sitting on the sofa reading a random book from the bookshelf in the dining room.
She probably stayed up late last night. Levi thought to himself. That thought was quickly shot down when Levi recalled that she had actually slept much earlier than him.
Of course, she's eight months pregnant. Levi attempted to scramble for other reasons for that silence as he started to give in to the nagging worry. When Hange was home, she was always making noise. Levi found it almost eerie that the noise levels were down to when Hange was out for work. All he could hear were the clatter of pans as he placed them on the sink and the simmer of the fire as he started to prepare lunch.
After I finish making lunch I'll check on her. Levi promised himself.
Levi had been up since five and had not entered the room again since then. It was for good reason. Hanger was notably crankier than usual, particularly in the mornings. Carrying an extra human to term had her having rough days every day and Levi just wanted to be a little more careful with his cards.
He turned on the radio by the kitchen window. Having an extra voice at least even if it wasn't Hange worked to alleviate some of that discomfort. He had started on reorganizing one of the cupboards when the radio whirred to life.
Hearing the man on the radio was oddly comforting. He never did leave the house as often as Hange so the radio had been his anchor to real life. With Hange home more often, he never needed to turn it on, Hange always had her own personal talkshow going on when she wasn’t asleep. Either that or he was too busy worrying about her to even have time to focus on the happenings that day.
For the first time in so long, he had the time. Enjoy it while you can. Levi told himself as he started to ponder what the news of the day would be. Having lived a long life constantly being chased in the underground that eventually evolved into a life killing man eaten giants, Levi found listening to the societal problems that plagued Paradis almost calming.
He had been dubbed ‘humanity’s strongest soldier’ and had been fighting man eating beasts and preventing the fall of humanity for a huge part of his life. Yet at present, most problems that made their way to Paradis were at least solvable by the average conscripted soldier or the average office worker. More than half the time, no one was actually in danger of dying. A significant improvement from the Paradis he grew up in.
Listening to the happenings on the radio, he was reminded of the joys of retirement. He indulged himself by listening to the last few parts of a radio drama and news on preparations for the fireworks festival that night.
The world is so peaceful. Levi had been daring enough to think that statement to himself.
“Breaking news!” It was as if the radio had sentience and read his mind, wanting to prove Levi wrong as if to say ‘the world will never be completely peaceful.’ “We just received word of a hostage situation in one of the warehouses in the Southern port.”
A wave of panic ended up running through him. It could have been from the tone of the reporter or Levi’s own instincts. Calm down. You’re not a soldier anymore. This isn’t your problem. It wasn’t at all new for Levi to react like that internally. He had an unnaturally strong sense of urgency having lived a life of danger for too long. He willfully brushed it off and attempted to focus instead on cutting the vegetables for the soup he was making for lunch.
“More information is coming in…”
Having spent most of his days alone in the house with nothing but a radio for a companion, Levi had mastered the art of multitasking, being able to pick up all the details of the radio article over the sound of the pots and pans, the sound of plates being stacked or the whistle of the kettle.
A gang car jacked one of the buses on the way out of the Southern port.
Gang holds hostage in the port fireworks which were slated to be sent to the capital for Paradis’ first ever New Years Celebration...
The fireworks were ordered more than a year ago…
Levi knew enough at least to understand what would have pushed people to steal them. Hange had mentioned it once during one of her rambles. She had been the one who had suggested they buy fireworks from Marley and celebrate New Years more than a year ago. It was apparently a highly anticipated festivity every year in Marley and having been so excited at the idea of celebrating it in Paradis, Hange went overboard with the organization. They had sent people to Marley to train with handling fireworks and had gone over multiple displays before deciding on one, which ended up being one of the more expensive options.
But it will be beautiful. Those words echoed once again in Levi’s head. He recalled seeing stars in her eyes as she said it.
Eventually Armin had taken over and with Hange’s hand out of the project, Levi had forgotten about it until he heard the details of the hostage situation over the radio. I wonder what Armin’s doing about it. A food for thought he reflected on while he prepared the ingredients for boiling.
“The police are assessing the situation as we speak.” Levi was aware they couldn’t give the exact details, the hostage takers could be listening in.
Another report came in a few seconds later. "The escaped hostages have confirmed the hostage takers do not have a radio on site. No chance of them listening in." 
Levi found himself silently commending the escaped hostages for noting such a small detail. He hadn’t expected civilians to be that sharp especially in such a stressful situation.
“We escaped through the vents with one brave woman’s help but she had to stay behind.”
“How many are left inside the warehouse?”
“Just her.”
“Couldn’t she escape with you?”
“No sir. She doesn’t fit.”
“Doesn’t fit?"
“She looked like she was at least eight months pregnant.”
A pregnant woman in a hostage situation? Levi’s ears perked up at that. His thoughts flew to whoever that woman’s poor husband could have been. He had his own pregnant wife after all so he was quick to sympathize. Despite not believing in a god, he found himself sending prayers to that phantom husband. I hope someone at least informed him.
Levi kept his attention on the radio news as he mixed the ingredients and the spices for the soup.
“We have to get her out soon then.”
“She said she’d be fine. She even called the hostage takers amateurs.”
Levi was familiar with hostage situations though to know it was in their interest to keep their hostages alive. When taking the risk though, losing meant losing a life and Levi found himself sympathizing with whoever was left. Maybe I should call Armin? After I wake up Hange.
“But she could end up dead.”
“She said they wouldn’t.. On the off chance they did, she could defend herself.” Despite having just come out of a hostage situation and seeming concerned about a pregnant companion they had left behind, the woman talking on the radio seemed convinced that the pregnant woman could take care of herself.
How can an eight month pregnant woman defend herself though? Levi was starting to get a little more interested in the identity of the pregnant woman. There were two possibilities, she was a pregnant woman with a screw loose in her brain or she was an actual genius, Maybe he could ask Hange to ask Armin about it and they could learn a thing or two from her.
“She used to be in the military… And apparently had dealt with worse situations before."
So she was from the military? The military was a small community and Levi was sure he should know who it was. Was anyone pregnant though… Other than Hange?
Levi had racked his brain for a few seconds considering all the possibilities. Except one.
He did not know how many minutes he had spent considering the other possibilities before moving on to the exception. Yet that possibility was just outrageous. So outrageous that Levi had to ask Hange even if it meant waking her up from her nap.
Sorry for interrupting your sleep Hange, I just heard about an eight month pregnant woman who used to be part of the military and got taken hostage in a warehouse by the port. Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t you. Levi rehearsed his lines quickly as he made his way to the bedroom. It sounded ridiculous the second time he repeated it to himself. At that point though, it seemed worth it.
Levi’s heart started to beat faster as he entered the room, he could almost hear it. It could have been from the fear of waking up that lump on the other side of the bed or the fear of finding out it was just a pillow.
He never found out where that fear came from. It turned out the pillow was just a lump. Before Levi could even process his bodies’ reaction to the suspense and that harsh realization, his body went into survival mode. It came as a torrent of unintelligible emotions reminiscent of his fights against the beast titan and the invasion of Marley.
Just like it did then, his survival mode switched on and his instincts took over. Levi’s body was moving much faster than his brain. He called a taxi to take him to the port.
It was an option ten times more expensive than the shuttle but the price was the last thing on his mind.
                                          Bite
The crowds on the port were large and Levi was disappointed to find out that many of the people there were uniformed policemen. He pushed his way through the crowd clutching one of the men in the front by their collar. “Why the hell are you not moving? You probably outnumber the hostage takers at this rate!”
“But sir… we don’t have orders. And there’s one more civilian inside.” The uniformed policeman who had answered Levi seemed a little too unsure and inexperienced that just listening to him made Levi miss his comrades in the survey corps all the more. That man looked like he had never fought in his life.
“Fuck this, I’m going in.”
“Sir are you sure? I think those men inside are armed with some very high end guns. We can never be too careful.”
Armed with what? Levi had been pitted against guns, thunder spears, man-eating giants and the king of all these founding titans. Despite the big ham the policeman was making those weapons out to be, Levi was not nervous at all.
He ran towards the building and in that few seconds vacillated between breaking through the window and bursting through the door. He had to act fast. Behind him, he could hear soldiers and policemen screaming at him to stay back and if he allowed himself a brief moment to stop and consider the situation, they might actually catch up.
Levi took a glance at one of the windows as he ran. The guns were on the table. Their guard was down. Levi found himself all the more disappointment at the policemen as he did. How the fuck is anybody not noticing that.
He crashed through the window where he had seen the guns on the table.
He never gave them time to pick up the guns. Even during that small moment Levi had allowed them as he took stock of the situation, they did not even attempt to dive for a weapon.
Levi and Hange did not have many things that could have served as a weapon in the house. Having only allowed himself a few seconds to get ready, Levi used the time to turn off the stove and cover the pot he had used to cook the soup. The only thing that he had managed to grab then was the vegetable knife that sat on the board he had used to cut vegetables that morning.
Levi though had worked with knives for years. He had also mastered the art of looking menacing even with the most mundane household objects as weapons. Even if he didn’t look menacing and the five hostage takers weren’t frozen on the spot, Levi was sure he still had enough agility left inside him to slit all their throats before they could shoot the gun. Preserving life had always been part of his principles though and he found himself giving the men the luxury to talk.
“Please! Don’t kill us!” One of the men begged as he fell to his knees. The others soon followed suit.
“You take hostages and you expect us not to attack?”
“We just needed money. Just give us money for the fireworks and we’ll be off your backs.” The first man who had kneeled explained. He looked to be their leader.
Levi kept his eye on the weapons on the table as he listened to the men. “This is a crime. I should be turning you in.” He had expected that to at least provoke the men. Alas, he had expected too much from them. All they did was kneel on the floor in defeat, their eyes downcast.
He approached the guns on the table and he could hear the men whimper as he did.
“The guns are broken,” one man said nervously. “We couldn’t get them to shoot.”
Of course you won’t get them to shoot. They need to be loaded first. Levi knew those guns too well. They were the guns Kenny and his police used after all. He had been at the end of that muzzle enough times to last a lifetime.
These hostage takers are amateurs. Levi had to admit, Hange probably would have been fine in this situation even if he didn’t show up.
“Where are your hostages?” Levi did not need to focus on the guns. Even if the men dove for them, Levi was sure they wouldn’t be able to shoot them.
Levi heard a kick behind him and one of the men nervously made his way beside Levi. “Over here… er sir.”
He was led to a dark room at the end of the hall. He kicked the door open, not bothering to wait for the man next to him to get the key.
The door opened to a room with many empty chairs lined up, one of them occupied by someone, someone Levi recognized almost instantly by the large belly and the fact that he had been seeing that face everyday for the past five years of his life.
Hange was there, sitting on a chair her hands tied behind her. As she looked up at them, Levi could see she had a face of overexaggerated terror for a while. For that split second, she was faking it. Levi had known her enough to know that. Within that second, it had twisted into something else, guilt and possibly actual terror.
“Levi… it’s nice to see you here,” She said. Levi had been with her enough to see that was the terror she exuded when she knew she had done something wrong.
“Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at home?” Levi kept his voice cool, calm, feigning an expression of fake surprise. He was sure Hange would see through it. In fact, he wanted her to see through it.
“I would have been home by noon.”
“Answer the fucking question.”
Hange avoided his gaze. “The fireworks. I wanted to make sure they got to the capital safely.”
“You are an eight month pregnant woman on fucking leave. Why the fuck can’t you leave this to Armin.” He asked in the form of a statement. A statement he very much wanted her to reflect on.
“Armin and Mikasa are on a business trip to Marley. Besides, these are the expensive fireworks I ordered,” Hange explained. A shitty explanation which Levi refused to buy.
“The expensive fireworks Paradis ordered. We’re going home.” He approached Hange, ready to cut up the ropes behind her only to see there was nothing tying her to the chair. Of course. The others had gotten away. And the only person who could have helped them was Hange.
He noticed their means of escape in the form of a vent. It was closed yet, somehow Levi could tell it had been disturbed by its relative cleanliness when compared to the room that was covered in a layer of dust.
For a second, he had considered going out through there. The layer of dust and the large belly of Hange only made it a not too appealing option. “We’re going out through the front door and----”
And we’re leaving the rest to the police. They should be competent enough to arrest them at least. Levi would have wanted to say. That was until he heard the sound of gunshots.
Not the gunshots from the old military police guns. Those are the police guns.
“We surrender!”
The next thing he heard was an explosion then unfamiliar pops.
“The fireworks!” It was Hange who had answered that question of what that popping was. From seeing her crestfallen face, Levi was sure she had not intended to answer his question.
“We’re going out through the vent then.” He pulled Hange from her seat, making a silent apology to the baby inside her. “Can you hold your stomach in?” A dumb question to ask his pregnant wife but Levi was desperate.
It turned out though she didn’t need to squeeze her way through. The vent had been big enough for her to fit through without having to hold her stomach in.
And Hange should have known that. Hange wasn’t an idiot. In fact, Levi was sure she had better spatial reasoning skills than him, seeing as she had been in charge of the recent infrastructural developments over the years.
When he had carried her far away enough from the fire and the consequent blast, he had started to understand why she had been so adamant not to leave in the first place.
“The fireworks!” Hange was kneeling on the grass, a safe distance away from the blast and sobbing. “We paid so much for this Levi… This was supposed to be our first New Years celebration…” The intelligible words devolved into babble and Levi wondered whether that kind of emotional stress would be good for the baby.
At least, the hostage takers had gotten out safely. Levi thought, a desperate attempt to see light in the situation.
                                           Bite
“So let me get this straight. You stayed behind on purpose?” It had been a good few hours since the incident and it still took Levi some effort to talk to her calmly. Levi understood at least that he had a duty not to cause her any more stress especially right after what had happened.
She had shut herself in the room for a good hour or so as soon as they had gotten back. Levi had made sure to check on her a few times since then since she was almost as quiet as that pillow that had pretended to be Hange that morning. By evening, her face was still red and her eyes swollen.
To Levi’s relief, she had replied, a significant improvement from her catatonic state. “We were looking forward to some grand festivities and those fireworks were expensive.…” Hange mentioned the cost of the fireworks and Levi was sure that amount was the fund of the survey corps for one year.
With the price of the fireworks, he was somehow starting to sympathize at least. “You sure we don’t need to go to the hospital?” He asked, his voice a little gentler.
“No, it’s okay I’m fine.”
Levi did believe her. She had little to no scratches on her and she was still walking normally at least. It was her almost catatonic state which troubled him. He could give that until the next day. “We still have next year for fireworks,” he said, an attempt to comfort her.
A moment later, he started to hear the familiar popping. “Is that fireworks? I thought they got destroyed?”
“Yeah, those are the normal fireworks. The ones I wanted to see were the expensive ones I ordered last year.”
So we had fireworks already? Levi found himself moving to the kitchen mechanically, with the one goal of making himself a cup of tea. If he allowed himself any emotion then, he probably could have strangled Hange at that moment. “If you wanna see the fireworks, you can go down.” Just another precaution, he set for himself so at least he was a safe distance from her
The kitchen was near the window and although they were in one of the upper floors, he should be able to hear Hange’s footsteps as long as the windows were open and he concentrated enough.
The tea was calming and it kept him more alert to Hange’s footsteps. Just in case she did something else stupid. He wasn’t at all feeling trusting that particular night.
He had expected to hear footsteps, leather on wood or cement. For a few minutes, that was what he was hearing.
A few minutes later, he heard something he hadn’t expected to hear at all. In fact it was something he probably wouldn’t have had to listen closely to hear.
A loud squeak then a surprised scream from Hange.
                                          Bite
The last place Levi would have expected to spend New Years was in the hospital.
He had expected Hange to have done things during her pregnancy which would have ended up with a hospital visit. Never in his life would he have thought that it would have been from a rat bite and it would have been eight months into her pregnancy during New Years day.
“I tried to sit on the dumpster because it had the best view and there was a rat there...” Hange explained to the doctor from her bed in the emergency room.
Levi had stayed silent as Hange went into detail. He tried to tune it out himself, knowing ‘bitten by a rat’ was all he needed to hear for his whole body to shudder. Being drenched in titan’s blood seemed like a better alternative.
“I recommend you stay overnight. We’re uhh… going to have to talk to some doctors in Marley about this. I don’t think we’ve ever had a case of a woman getting bitten by a rat in her third term. We’ll have the nurse set you up with a room.” With that, the doctor left and it was just Hange and Levi together in that little corner of the emergency room.
Hange lay back on the hospital bed, her belly making a giant hill on top of her. It was so unnaturally large that Levi realized he wouldn’t be too surprised if the baby came out at any moment.
“You know Levi, I think he enjoyed today. He was kicking my belly back in the warehouse,” Hange quipped playfully as she rubbed her belly. Levi noted that the line that connected to Hange’s hand must have been some sort of painkiller or sleep drought. Hange’s smiling face was a brief respite from her crying face that afternoon, even if it was medicine-induced.
“Or maybe he thought you were a complete idiot.”
“You know… When I heard the window crash, the baby kicked harder… I think he knew daddy was coming to save us.”
“Or maybe he knew mommy didn’t need saving after all.” Levi returned her playful smile with a glare.
“Hey, you had fun. It was just like the old days...”
Fun?  Levi wouldn’t have used that word at all. Getting shot at and being almost eaten on a regular basis wasn’t fun. Not knowing when you would die wasn’t fun. As Hange had mentioned the word ‘old days,’ Levi did start to realize he had been a little disappointed to see the men hadn’t shot at him.
He put a hand to his forehead. “Do I actually miss fighting?” He pressed harder into his forehead as if that action was enough to push some sanity back into his brain. No one should be missing a war. “Hey Hange, do you miss it?” He wanted to search for some assurance at least that he wasn’t the only one slightly insane.
He looked back at Hange to see the latter had dozed off, her face fixed into a warm comfortable smile, her hand resting on her belly.
He didn’t know how long he had been staring. It could have been minutes or hours. His trance though had been broken by one greeting of “Happy New Year!” then a few soft cheers and some light clapping. Levi wasn’t too worried that Hange would wake up. She looked to be in a deep sleep.
Levi put his hand on hers, and even with one hand beneath his and the belly, he still felt it, a light small kick. He’s coming out soon.
He leaned close to her ear, taking in the rare sounds of her relaxed breathing before he whispered his own greeting. “Happy New Year… Next year we’ll see the fireworks together, all three of us.”
It was a promise only he would have remembered. But it was a promise he vowed to keep.
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feybarn · 4 years
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I wish you would write a fic where Obi-wan stays in the Agricorps, but discovers and learns from an old Sith holocron or temple or whatever, resulting in Sideous facing a large unexpected threat in Obi-wan and his gang of Sith farmers, all recruited from Jedi washouts.
Treasure
Year 3 of Clone Wars
“You forgot one very important thing, Lord Sidious.”
Sheev froze, and not just at the unexpected surprise of hearing his Sith title being spoken, here in his domain of power; he could feel the Force twisting around him like vines, keeping him in place. He lashed out in careful strikes, severing the bindings and turned. “And what have I forgotten?” He let his eyes drift over his visitor.
The young man met his eyes easily, and if Sheev hadn’t just felt the Force used against him, he’d have thought nothing of the figure. Dressed in drab, well-worn tunics, the young man in front of him was smiling pleasantly, a faint hint of danger surrounding him.
“What some call trash, others call treasure.”
-_-
2 weeks after Naboo Invasion
“Here, you need water.” 
Maul shuddered, one hand searching desperately for a weapon—even a particularly heavy rock would do—while he looked up to see who had found him.
A young man about Maul’s own age was crouched a few feet away from him, holding out a small canteen of water.
The young man tossed the canteen closer to where Maul was lying. Maul watched the young man, suspicious, even as he reached for the water, trying to hide how desperate he was for the water. Even that small movement sent his whole body racking with pain, radiating from the stab wound.
Quietly he cursed the Jedi for having brought back up. He had not expected two Jedi Masters plus the Jedi padawan.
He sniffed at the water, but smelled nothing unusual, and the Force had no warnings for him. His hand trembled as he carefully tipped the canteen into his mouth, long experience reminding him to go slow. 
The young man was watching him, placid and patient. “Looks like you also need medical help. Admittedly, I’m not sure I’d be any use there unless you happen to be a plant?”
The young man raised an eyebrow in a way that made the question seem completely serious, despite the absurdity of the question.
“Not a plant.” The words came out raspy, 
The man nodded. “One of my corps members, Kendor, is better at healing, if you’d trust me enough to help you get to him.”
Maul bared his teeth. He might be injured right now, but he was still perfectly capable of taking out some Naboo do-gooder. “What do you want.”
The young man pursed his lips. “I think the two of us can help each other. You need medical help and a place to hide from your Master—former Master, that is—me and my corps need someone with a little more experience with certain things.” 
Maul froze, because some Naboo do-gooder, even if they had recognized him as the assassin that had gone after their queen, shouldn’t know anything about his Master.
He launched himself forward, using the pain wracking his body to give him power. The man dodged to the side, one hand coming up and Maul felt the Force push at him, knocking him back.
Maul somersaulted, landing on his feet in a crouch, breathing through the pain.
“Jedi.”
“Not a Jedi.” For some reason that made his opponent smile. “Oh no, no I’m just a farmer. The only reason I’m here, is because Naboo asked for help with the rebuilding.” The young man reached into his belt pouch, and Maul froze at the glowing red holocron in his hand. The very clearly Sith holocron.
-_-
1 year after Bandomeer
Obi-Wan jerked awake, the cold hiss of his nightmares echoing in his ears. The phantom sensation of a collar around his neck and a whip leaving marks across his back felt so real. His nightmares had been getting worse and worse lately, as though there was something dragging his fears to the surface.
He breathed in deeply, focusing on the scent of dirt and rain, the smells a reminder that he was safe. That he was once again with the agricorps and not trapped in a mining colony.
He wasn’t even on Bandomeer anymore, Ilzin Bento, the Jedi lead of the Bandomeer outpost for the Agricorps had taken one look at him, sleep-deprived and anxious two months following his stint in the mines, and had sent him to join a group of Jedi corp workers that were currently in the field.
The group of six had welcomed him warmly, and none of them pressed for details about what had happened to Obi-Wan that had gotten him sent into the field so early, since it was quite clearly not natural talent.
If things had followed their normal pattern, Obi-Wan had been told, he would have stayed on Bandomeer for the first few years while receiving a deeper education on how the agricorps worked, including teaching Force Techniques that weren’t covered in the Temple that would aid him in helping revitalize struggling ecosystems.
Being sent off of Bandomeer so early was rare, and it put Obi-Wan at a slight disadvantage, having to learn everything in the field. But his corp group was patient with him, and there was always someone willing to explain anything Obi-Wan didn’t understand.
Obi-Wan would take the extra work, and the occasional confusion, if it meant that he could stay as far away from Bandomeer as he could get.
He crawled off his sleeping mat, glancing around the small campsite, the others were still sleeping. They hadn’t create a more permanent dwelling yet, they’d keep to a small campsite until they’d gotten a better feel for the land and what it needed.
Obi-Wan wandered to the edge of the camp, considering. Nya and Laude would be ticked at him if he went and got lost. They were almost overbearing with how protective they got over him—Obi-Wan hadn’t yet figured out how to ask them to stop, but the two of them made Obi-Wan feel safer than he had since he’d stepped on board the Monument to leave the Temple, so for now he’d bide his time.
Obi-Wan bit his lip, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep—he never could after nightmares like the one he’d just had—and as long as he stayed close to their camp, he was sure it’d be fine.
With that reassurance in place, he nodded to himself, slipping out of the camp. The rains had ended—for now at least—and Obi-Wan had to choose his steps carefully in order to ensure he didn’t get stuck in a mud pit.
It had happened to Geil earlier, and it had taken Natani, Fen, and Obi-Wan—with a judicious use of Force—to get Geil free.
He steered his path towards the drowned forest. It was a creepy, almost haunting place. Obi-Wan found it beautiful. 
He picked his way through the forest, avoiding the mud pits, clambering onto a fallen, dead tree and hopping from log to log.
He didn’t even realize he was following something until he was a good twenty minutes from the camp.
He paused, suddenly uncertain. The sensation pulled at him again, like mist against his senses, wrapping around him and pulling him along.
Obi-Wan stepped back.
Come, little one. My little, lost Jedi.
Obi-Wan could hear the voice, just at the edge of his mind. “Who are you?”
Sorrow, little one. I am sorrow. Just as you are.
Obi-Wan frowned at that, there was something about the voice that was familiar, not the actual voice, but the emotion that seemed to underly it. Loneliness.
Hesitantly Obi-Wan followed the sensation again, a little more careful this time.
It wasn’t much further and Obi-Wan realized he was moving parallel to an old, long-unused path.
He was most certainly moving towards something.
Even with that awareness, he almost passed by it entirely. It was a shrine of some sort, Obi-Wan had no idea how it was still standing, how it’d survived over 600 years underwater, but standing it was.
He moved closer, curious.
There was something powerful about this place. Something old, long forgotten.
Come, little one.
“What do you want?” Obi-Wan asked.
What do all men want?
Obi-Wan made a face at that, it sounded like the sort of riddle Master Yoda might give—though at least this had been asked in a more sensible word order—which meant there were at least half a dozen answers, and no guarantee of any of them being right.
Come, little one, I have been alone with the dead and dying for so long.
“You know that sounds really ominous, right,” Obi-Wan informed the voice. “Like you’re going to kill me, or something.”
He didn’t hear laughter, but he still felt the sensation of it.
I will not kill you, little one.
“Still creepy.” Creepy or not, Obi-Wan found himself painfully curious. He moved closer to the shrine, crouching down to observe it.
There, contained within the shrine, was a strange, red pyramid, small enough it could rest easily in the palm of Obi-Wan’s hand. 
-_-
5 years after Bandomeer
“This was a mistake.” Obi-Wan didn’t let his voice shake, no matter how much some part of him wanted to.
Fear does not weaken you, fear gives you strength.
“Do tell, little Obi-Wan.” Xanatos smile was edging towards insanity, like he’d shattered a part and hadn’t found all the pieces when he’d tried to put himself back together. It seemed foolish for Obi-Wan to be afraid of this, but, as his only-occasionally-friendly Sith mentor was inclined to say childhood trauma, irrational but so very useful. “What about this is a mistake?”
“They’ll kill you.” It was statement of fact. One that Obi-Wan knew to be true. If any of his family found him like this, beaten, bruised, and bound, then Xanatos wouldn’t survive the aftermath.
That was the whole point of this. It’d been Lord Sorg’s plan.
“Who?” Xanatos scoffed, throwing his head back in a derisive laugh. “The Jedi? They threw you out and forgot about you right after.”
The taunt might have been more effective if Obi-Wan hadn’t been hearing some variation of it from Lord Sorg for the past four years.
The Jedi had been Obi-Wan’s family, once. They weren’t any longer.
Obi-Wan didn’t hate them, much to Lord Sorg’s disappointment. But he didn’t love them anymore either, and apathy, Lord Sorg had decided, would have to do.
“No, not the Jedi. My family.”
Xanatos’ rolled his eyes. “Your scruffy little corps family? That pile of trash?”
Obi-Wan snarled a little at that. “They’re not trash.”
“Rejects, every one of them. Just like you are.”
He bared his teeth in his own smile. “Yet, when I went missing, they noticed. When you disappear, will anyone even realize?”
The taunt hit it’s mark and Xanatos pulled his lightsaber, lighting the amber blade just beneath Obi-Wan’s neck. “Well then, I’ll give them something to—”
Xanatos never finished the sentence, hand moving to his neck, scratching at his neck.
Obi-Wan looked to the side to see Nya standing there, her normally green eyes now yellow, her hand up and clenched in a fist. “You touched my kid.”
Not as glorious as you, Obi-Wan, but she makes a fine Sith. Sorg sounded pleased. Obi-Wan sighed.
“Nya. Please, just kill him. I want to go back to our ship.”
Xanatos fell to the ground, throat crushed, and Nya turned to him, eyes still that strange yellow. The tall Togrutan woman moved to him quickly, hands brushing over his skin, noting every injury.
“Tell Sorg if he ever endangers you again, I’ll find away to extinguish his spirit.” She pulled him into a hug, tender despite the rage that was still emanating from her. “Let’s get you to Kendor.”
“I’ll let him know.”
Well, if she hadn’t been so resistant to Falling, I wouldn’t have needed to pry at her weaknesses. Your love for each other makes you all weak. It was a very familiar refrain, and had been since Obi-Wan had chosen to share the holocron with his family.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, knowing that Sorg would feel the emotion behind it, and let Nya help him to his feet and back to the rest of their family.
-_-
7 years after Naboo
Obi-Wan was smiling at him, his blue eyes gleaming with delight—despite the very clear use of the dark side of the Force in the form of the lightning streaming from his fingers—Obi-Wan excelled in the Force glamours that hid signs of the dark side, perhaps even more talented than Maul’s former Master.
“Do you think he’s learned his lesson?” Obi-Wan asked, cheerful.
Maul turned his head to observe the man writhing on the ground. Maul had already crushed his windpipe enough that while he was still breathing, he couldn’t manage to scream.
“I don’t know, he was very disrespectful to Fen.” Maul shook his head. “And after we did so much to help their village not starve.”
Maul had never expected to become a Farmer—even if it was only part time, and primarily served as an excuse to travel the galaxy, searching for his former Master’s hideouts, traps, and information bolt holes without attracting attention—but there was no denying that the past seven years had been the best of his, previously, miserable life.
Part of that was undoubtedly do to the slightly manic man currently torturing the scum that had tried to grope Fen during the celebration feast.
Obi-Wan was not what Maul had been taught the Sith were. Yet was, all at the same time. He could be as cruel as he could be kind. As sharp as he could be soft. As callous as he could be considerate.
As vengeful as he could be merciful.
Sometimes Maul was tempted to try and tear that softness out of Obi-Wan, to take that seed of not-quite-good and stamp it out. But then Obi-Wan would send that soft smile his direction, and Maul knew without a doubt that he’d obliterate anything that threatened Obi-Wan.
Sometimes he thought that Obi-Wan and his strange kindness—the kindness that was reserved only for the small group that he called family—had chained Maul just as surely as his Master’s cruelty.
Suddenly torturing the fool who’d thought Fen was there to be groped was much less interesting. “Kill him or let me do it,” Maul told Obi-Wan, letting a hint of bossiness slip into his voice.
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes at him, but with a wave of his hand the piece of scum went limp. “You better have a good reason, Maul. I was enjoying myself.”
Maul stepped forward, slid his hand to the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, and pulled him the short distance down into a crushing kiss.
Obi-Wan seemed shocked—this was not something they’d ever done before—but he fell into the kiss willingly enough.
Obi-Wan pulled back, and Maul was proud to see that Obi-Wan’s Force glamour had slipped, his eyes a beautiful gold. “Sorg has been telling us we need more passion.”
Maul smiled and pulled Obi-Wan back down into a kiss.
-_-
Year 3 of Clone Wars
“Master.” The voice behind him was one Sheev had not heard in years, since his apprentice had failed him on Naboo.
Sheev turned, and there his apprentice was. The Zabrak had his lightsaber in his hand, as he stalked smoothly around the room, like the hunter Sidious had molded him into, until he was by the mysterious’ strangers side.
“Maul.” Sheev sneered. “This is what you call treasure?”
The stranger’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “For someone who prides themselves on their cunning and discernment, you’ve proven yourself quite the fool. It’s almost too easy.”
Sheev scoffed, using the Force to subtly turn off all the recording equipment in the room. He would concoct a realistic story about the assassins that had tried to kill him after he’d gotten rid of these interlopers.
“You overestimate yourself, if you think that you and this failure—” he gestured at Maul, who didn’t seem at all bothered at the dismissal Sheev was showing, a show of growth Sheev had honestly not expected from his failed apprentice, “—are anything other than a nuisance that I’m going to wipe out of existence.”
The stranger shrugged. “Perhaps.” A lightsaber appeared in the stranger’s hand.
Maul lit his saber-staff, followed by the stranger, all three blades glowing a familiar red. Sheev lit his own, only to hear the sudden buzz of several other lightsabers. He turned, six strangers, all just as drab and unassuming as the stranger who’d first invaded his room.
“Who are you?” Sheev asked.
“The rejects,” one said.
“The overlooked and unassuming.”
“The trash.”
-_-
3 months after the Clone Wars
“We’re missing something,” Mace said quietly into the Council Chambers.
“Palpatine was the Sith Lord, the evidence is clear. We’ve got his whole plot laid out for us. He and Dooku are both dead. Both Master and Apprentice,” Ki-Adi pointed out. 
It had been an argument that had gone around the council chambers time and time again. Yet Mace felt as though they were no closer to an actual answer, it didn’t help that there was absolutely no sign of who had killed Palpatine. Still, the Sith were gone. The war over.
Except, the Force was still dark, there was something elusive, something dangerous. 
“We’ll keep our eyes out,” Saesee suggested. “But there is nothing more we can do now. We are needed, now more than ever, and we cannot be distracted by what might be.”
There was no other option for it, though Mace found himself discontent. They had narrowly avoided the Sith’s plans for their destruction, yet Mace couldn’t help but feel that they were not safe yet.
“We’ve got news from the agricorps,” Plo changed the subject. “They’ve extended their reach into Hutt Space and would like us to petition the Senate for more funding, and have sent word that they’re willing to take any of the clones who would like to join them.”
Mace left behind his mulling, turning his attention to the matter at hand. At least the agricorps and their increased presence throughout the galaxy was a bright spot.
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Mini Phantom Invasion
<< Chapters One - Six | << Chapters Seven - Twelve | << Chapters Thirteen - Eighteen
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Chapter 19
Danny fell silent after their recount of everything they had gone through, from when they died, all the to how they became king. They had shared bits and pieces with Dan and compared their live up till the Nasty Burger incident and how Danny’s was different after Dan was sealed away but it had never been in such detail or in one whole sitting. It felt like a weight, they didn’t know they had, had been lifted off their shoulders.
They had a brother, a blood related older sister who understands the feeling of being thrust into a hero role and a brother-in-law had also experienced finding out he was an entirely different race than they had been raised as. Not to mention their niece and now, officially, their daughter.
They had a family, people who understood in ways their friends and Jazz had never been able to do. They new their true heritage, even if half was still missing. They felt more whole than they’d ever felt, even before the accident. All the little odd behaviours they’d has a a child, that the Fentons had basically trained them out of doing, that they were told was wrong. They finally knew why and that they had in fact been normal behaviours for a mer-child.
Looking over to where Rukia and Elle were playing… they were relieved and happy that Elle would be able to embrace all of her instinct from the start. They still found themself holding back or suppressing some instincts, even around others of their kind. Years of being told, trained, to act human were hard to shake off.
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Clock Work had come to inform them that the claiming ceremony was ready and the family of siblings and nieces made their way to the private room. The ceremony was short and sweet. An exchange of ectoplasm and a sworn oath of familial bond. 
They had all been surprised, excluding Clock Work who was acting as the main witness, when Elle was engulfed in a bright light. Once it had faded they were met with a human looking Elle as a three year old.
Clock Work was quick to explain that the ceremony had corrected the unnatural age progression that Vlad had put her through in the pod, as well as the error in her make up that had made her susceptible to destabilisation, even with the Ecto dejecto. She was now a true Halfa. Her memory was still intact but she would now act more her true age.
Danny had scooped Elle up and held her close, they had always had the fear, that she would one day disintegrate and they would not be able to help her. This was one less fear they had to worry about. She was safe and healthy and she will never destabilise again.
****
Dan sighed as he slumped back into his chair. Dan had a strange mix of emotions, he wanted to go after Vlad for what he had done but he was happy to have another niece, there was also the jumbled thought on if Elle could be counted as his as well or if, despite being the same person, their genetics were different.
It was something to look into, for curiosities sake, for all they knew they could actually be brothers… their mother could travel dimensions for fucks sake, it was in the realm of possibility. Did Clock Work know? Who was he kidding, they probably did. Continuing that thought he wondered if they had the same father? Was a different time period also considered a different universe? It that was the case, how did he end up the same in the same environment, with the same people? He new of other Earths, thanks to his time with the JL. They had made no progress in finding their father… 
Maybe it was time they asked Clock Work directly. He didn’t have much hope in finding him nor that he would be happy to learn about them, to be honest, unless Clock Work hinted or told them where to look. Considering time, would their father even be alive now? They didn’t have a time frame or any indication of what time period or universe he was from. He didn’t particularly care either way but Danny…He would keep looking for his brother’s sake.
His intrusive thoughts were interrupted by a pat to his leg, looking down he came face-to-face with his youngest niece.
“Hi!” The smile on the three year olds face made him wary. It was to much like Danny’s, when they were up to something, to not be suspicious. Dan knew for a fact he did not smile like that when planning something. Danny had told him many times he had more of a smirk, Danny, and therefore Elle, had a smile that radiated to much innocence that anyone who was not familiar with the little gremlin would never suspect the chaos they had, were causing or will cause in the future.
“Hi… can I help you?” He continued to watch for any hint of what she was up to, as her eyes widened and her smile brightened, his senses prickled further. Danny had caught him off guard, more times than he’d like to admit, with that look. Were her eyes sparkling…?
“Can I call you Uncle Udon too?” Dan stared before slumping further into his chair, in resignation. ‘I’m never going to shake this nickname now.’ His siblings’ laughter and his older niece’s giggles just further cemented the thought.
****
Their older sister and her family stayed with them for a week after the coronation and Dan had informed the JL that both he and Phantom would be off world for the week and had Katana checking in with Japan during the week while Superman had offered to do a few flybys during his free time. Their claimed haunt was relatively problem free but they did suffer natural disasters at certain times of the year. Though they were quick to boot anyone who planned to cause trouble, before it could truly begin.
It had been nice, all the heavy stuff had been felt with on the first day and that left the rest of the week to relax and bond as a family. Rukia and Elle had become fast friends and they Danny, Lucia and Kaito got to know each other more and they had learned more about their Mother and the world their sister lived in. Sharing stories of being teen heroes in worlds that had no other heroes to guid them. Danny was happy.
Once their sister and her family had gone home, Danny and Dan had returned to Japan and their home town, Elle in tow. To say the town was overjoyed was an understatement, they had shown a festival in honour of Yuurei and the the fact that they would continue to prosper for many generations in the future. Elle had had a blast as she played with the town children and are to her hearts content. She loved the fact that she now had a place to, permanently, call home. That night they slept at the Shiro as the festival continued for three days.
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Things had settled down, after three weeks, and Danny was only now ready to face the box of their mother remains. It was common for some ghosts to have keepsakes of family members, even the mere kept blood pearls, either to remember or as gifts of protection or  proof of bonds. The thing was, usually, it was one or two pieces. A tooth, lock of hair, blood pearl or fur. Not every usable piece, like the Hunters had kept. Now faced with the box full of fins and scales… They didn’t know what to do. Deciding that they could figure it out later, they started organising them, trying not to think about where they had come from. Ells was taking a nap and Dan had come in at some point to help them. They were thankful for the quiet support.
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Danny was exhausted. It didn’t happen often anymore, due to the power boost being King of The Infinite Realms gave them, but it had been a long two weeks. There had been an intergalactic war that was getting to close to their planetary orbit and almost everyone had gone to investigate and help, in any way they could, to resolve the problem peacefully. Everything had been going well but one side had decided that they still wanted the other planets resources. The JL were then fully dragged into the war. They were finally able to resolve thing with minimal casualties but it had taken its toll on everyone their.
Dan had stayed back so Earth wasn’t left unprotected while most of the heavy hitters were off planet. He had also kept an eye on Elle. Once Danny had returned home, despite their fatigue and heavy body, they had spent some much needed time with Elle. All three of them had gone to the hot spring and messed around as Danny unwound the tension they had built up over the  weeks they had away.
It had been their first large scale fight, they had been involved with, Dan was usually the one to go on these kind of missions but this one had been in space. In Space! Sure they could go anytime they wanted but they also had a pull at their protection obsession. So two vultures one stone.
It didn’t hurt that their partner for this particular mission was Red Robin. They had gotten to know the other hero on a more personal level, though that is rather subjective, they were friends now. Besides, war didn’t allow for deep discussion, as much as movies portray at least. They mainly worked on information gathering, hacking alien tech and espionage, in some cases, in their quest for information. For the first week at least. The second week was filled with fighting and making sure their teammates did join their domain so soon.
Danny sighed as they slipped further into the hot water. They were so relaxed that they didn’t notice a certain three year old sneak up on them.
“Daddy? When can I get a sybling?” To say Danny nearly drowned would be false but they did sink into the water and flounder around in surprised embarrassment, before coming up and sputtering. Dan was laughing in the background.
“Not unless someone manages to clone me! Again!” They cried out in a rush before mumbling. “Or someone actually agrees to marry me.” 
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Danny collapsed onto their bed at Phantom’s keep. The rush of Ectoplasm would help them get back to normal quicker. They snuggled into their pillow and their thoughts drifted to Elle’s question and immediately blushed when Red Robin crossed their mind. Forcing their mind to be quiet, they slipped into sleep. Their dreams were hazy and fragmented and their consciousness remains out of reach for almost to days. Unaware of their sleepy actions.
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Caged Hearts
Chap 26. Captured (we almost at the end omg)
((Hawks x Miku ((OC))
OK so I realize that a lot of you guys are missing parts of this fic and that’s because I have ADD and I ended up losing my count a couple of times and I’m pretty sure that I numbered the chapters wrong so I’ve been trying to go through and correctly number the chapters and link off to the next chapter in each previous part. So bear with me because that is a lot for my ADD brain to handle. But OMG GUYS WE ARE ALMOST AT THE END!!!
(Trigger warnings: restraints, non con touching, r*pe implications)
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The surrounding forest was burning. The only reason the fire was contained as much as it was, was thanks to the abundance of water quirk users on the heroes side.
They kept the fire wielders at bay which allowed Keigo the room to slice and fly through the chaos and into the old temple.
Compared to the chaos in the surrounding forest, the inside of the rotting old temple was eerily still and quiet. It was massive with sagging tatami flooring and battery powered lamps. But at the center of it all was Dabi.
He stood cross armed in the middle of the messy temple.
“Hey hero. How’s that scar?”
“Ugly and annoying, but mostly forgettable after the ointment. Just like you.”
Dabi’s smirk widened.
“You’re as pleasant as ever, Hawks.”
At the sound of his hero name coming from Dabi’s mouth, Keigo’s lips twitched down and he softened his grip on his feather blade slightly.
“I wouldn’t let my guard down if I were you.”
“Oh trust me, I’m not. Unlike you, I don’t do half baked schemes. So what exactly was the plan, Dabs?” Keigo asked, drawing closer to his villainous ex. “You revive the nomu project and try to pick up where smarter more capable villains than you like Shigaraki and Stain left off?”
A deep scowl replaced Dabi’s smirk.
“I have more vision than both of them, asshole. Just because I don’t have half the resources they had—“
“Half?” Keigo let out an incredulous laugh. “Dabi, you don’t even have a quarter teaspoon of the resources or the vision that they had. You’ve been running around causing chaos with these under powered lackeys of yours while prancing around like the queen of England Letting everyone else do your dirty work. You’re a nuisance at best and a busy day at worse, but you are no Shigaraki and certainly no Stain.”
“Fuck you talk to much,” Dabi growled, his face was pinched in anger. “If you’re gonna do something then do it, hero.”
Keigo smirked. “Why don’t you make me Dabi? I’ll even give you a head start.”
Dabi planted his feet, but hesitated to do anything.
Keigo scoffed. In a blur of red, Keigo had the man pinned to the floor with his arms twisted behind his back.
“So that copycat quirk of yours can’t duplicate other people’s quirks, huh, Chiba Chidori?”
“You’re good.” Chiba chuckled as he struggled in Keigo’s grip.
“You’re obvious. Just like your leader.” Keigo shot back. “Now where’s Dabi?”
Chiba still in his Dabi disguise tilted his head against the dirty tatami flooring to face Keigo.
“Wherever your little girlfriend is.”
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Cold metal cuffs kept Miku’s arms suspended above her.
Despite the heaviness in her head, her mind was still spinning. She blinked against the colored spots in her black vision until slowly, it sharpened.
The room was cold and dimly lit. Nothing but a dirty lightbulb swinging from the ceiling to illuminate a concrete floor.
The exposed skin of her arms and legs were pressed to a frigid stone wall. She couldn’t even attempt to move her wings.
Anxiety and dread swallowed Miku whole. Her legs felt gelatinous.
She clenched and unclenched her fingers as she forced herself to breathe deeply through her nose. More details about the room swam into her vision.
There was a cell that she thankfully wasn’t inside of and a set of concrete stairs with a heavy looking metal door at the end of them.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck!
Miku glanced up at her wrists and blinked back the tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She rattled the chains futilely.
Just then, the metal door swung open with a loud bang. Dabi’s tall, slender silhouette stood in the spill of light pouring into the room.
“Ah. So Sleeping beauty’s finally awake, is she?” He drawled, slowly descending the stairs.
“What do you want?” Miku hissed back at him, tugging against her restraints.
Dabi didn’t reply as he advanced on Miku slowly until his chest was pressed against hers. She could smell the stench of tobacco on him, and turned away in disgust.
“Relax, Angel Face,” Dabi chuckled, snatching her chin until she was facing him again, “this’ll be a lot easier for you if you do.”
Then he dropped to his knees before her.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Gotta Pat you down, Hummingbird,” Dabi explained with a lazy smirk up at her. “I’m sure your man is trying to keep tabs on you. Just a matter of finding the feather.”
His hands were warm causing goosebumps to rise on her skin as they trailed up her calves and between her thighs. Dabi stopped his touch just as his index finger brushed across the slit of her sex.
He repeated the action along her other leg letting his hands linger on her thighs and heating them slowly.
“Stop.” Miku whimpered.
His laugh was taunting as His hands worked the short dress up Miku’s thick hips.
“Not done yet, sweetheart.” His smile widened. “Ooh I see those pretty wings of yours flexing. Too bad, baby, those are quirk repressing cuffs.” He bit his lip as he eyed the trail of trimmed white pubic hair before him.
Standing to his feet, the man snatched the top of her dress down.
“Nothing here, either hm?” He squeezed her big breasts harshly.
A choked yelp escaped Miku’s mouth.
“Damn, Angel Face,” Dabi grinned, it was sinister and probing, and somehow felt even more invasive than his wandering hands. “Maybe I should do a cavity search. Hm? Gotta say, I like feisty types like you. So much more fun to break.”
She could only respond with Shallow, shaky breaths.
She couldn’t move.
She couldn’t fight.
She couldn’t fly!
Just as she felt her fluttering heart about to give out on her, the anklet she wore broke. He heart shaped charm attached, clattered to the floor as large shadowy tendrils manifested from it.
Miku blinked, dazed as she watched the pair of smoky, phantom like limbs snatch Dabi’s lanky body up like a rag doll.
The ghostly hands wrapped around his body easily and slammed him into the stone wall, just beside Miku. The woman shrieked as the impact of his head colliding into the wall echoed in the dank room.
Dabi slid to the floor unconscious and crumpled at her feet.
“Boss!”
She looked up at the stairs not recognizing the dark haired teen in the doorway. He looked like a mini Dabi with his piercings and black mop of hair.
His dark eyes widened at the sight of his boss and the shadow hands.
“What the—“
The large tendrils snatched him up too. In a fast, fluid motion, they knocked the teen unconscious as well.
And just as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared.
It took Miku a moment to process what had just happened. Konan’s protection charm. It had bought her some time.
Her captors were now sprawled unconscious at her feet, and a set of keys were attached to Dabi’s belt.
Miku was running blind through the halls of what she now realized was a lab of some sort. Fluorescent lighting lit up the cold, sterile floors. Medical rooms filled with machines, devices, and tanks could be seen through the glass panels.
She had no idea how long Dabi and his sidekick would be knocked out nor how long that locked metal door would hold them, but she wanted to put as much space between herself and them as possible.
As she ran through the labyrinth like halls, she pulled off her remaining shoe—the other had been ditched in the basement with Dabi—and pulled out the now sticky and ruffled red feather. She ran her fingers along the barbs and held it up to her lips.
“Keigo,” she huffed rounding the corners of the hallways, “Kei, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I really need you right now. Dabi’s got me at some...fucking...fuck.” She looked around the long halls and maze of locked metal doors, in a panic. “Underground lab or...I don’t know. I...just—Please, please come quick.”
With that final plea, she snapped the feather in two.
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The distressed vibrations of Miku’s voice hummed through Keigo’s feathers. There was over 500 miles between them, but he could parse out the unique cadence of her voice easily.
Konan’s voice crackled through his headphones, her voice just barely cutting through the whistling wind.
“Keigo!” The Latina’s voice exclaimed.
“I’m here, Ko,” he pressed the headphone harder against his ear, trying to hear her better. “You got a read on Miku?”
“When her charm broke my signal showed that she’s at some location underground. On the far outskirts of Tokyo.”
Konan rattled off the coordinates, but Keigo didn’t recognize the location. Regardless, he pushed himself to fly harder.
“I should be there is less than fifteen minutes,” Konan explained, “you?”
“If I book it any harder maybe twenty or less. Ko, do everything to keep her safe.”
“No doubt. Over and out.”
The line went dead. Keigo couldn’t breathe.
The entire world blurred before his eyes.
This was his fault. Miku shouldn’t be in this situation.
His mistakes. His fuck ups. His negligence.
It was going to get someone he loved—
Fuck!
His speed tripled.
He was going to kill that son of a bitch. Fuck Tartarus. Fuck detaining. Fuck his years of training. Todoroki Touya was going to die today.
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darkmist111 · 3 years
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Phantom Thieves Play Dungeons and Dragons
The Wander and the Worker
Akira had faced many trials, both legally and spiritually. He had also been a master of organization, stuffing as much activity as he could into a single year.
Yet this challenge nearly brought him to his knees.
“So you only add 2 to armor class?”
“No that's only for medium armor your un-armored right now.”
“Shit I should've picked a race with more dexterity.”
It was like herding cat's, without Morgana’s help.
“You guys ready? It's almost 5.” Akira said know that this group could double a session’s play time.
“Hold on I’m trying to memorize our modifiers.” Ann said squinting as she had forgot her glasses at home.
“Don't worry just remember your crap at everything not dexterity and charisma.” Ryuji said nonchalantly.
The plan was to get all the players to level 2 before they got to the main campaign, so Akira did this little mini session with 2 characters first so the players could slip into their roles.
“Alright are we ready to play?”
Ryuji had finally gotten Ann to stop fusing over her papers.
“As we’ll ever be I guess *sigh* I really hope I don't die at level 1 again.” Ann groaned.
“Hell yeah let's kick some ass!”
“Alright close your eyes and listen.” Akira took a deep breath and his voice changed.
“This is the world of Exceeden”
Akira peaked and caught the grins on his two friends faces.
“Unlike our world with disconnected planets, the world of Exceeden is but one layer stacked in-between other realms, but different from the other realms Exceeden did not occur naturally but was created by 20 core gods. The gods were once one shared in their love of their creation, however what they didn't know was it would grant them more power than even their unparalleled minds could imagine.
Jealousy, anger, spite, and rage broke them apart each believing their creation should go the way they decided and the 20 became 5. 6 of Law, 6 of Chaos, 2 of Good, 2 of Evil, and 4 to keep the balance.
While the realm has no supreme rule the cycles of mortals carry on. Empires rise and fall, stories are told and forgotten, until finally the sands of time cycle towards something or someone that can shatter the heavens despite their humble beginnings.
The year is 997 A.I.(After Invasion) and our story takes place on the continent of Almoria. While not the largest continent it houses a wide array of People and Cultures in no small part due to the many differences environments.
In the far north in the icy tundras Orc and Goliath tribes war against the Tiefling Solos Empire and their Minotaur allies even further north in the Shadow Lands.
Below that are the eternal plans of Sparks where wild magic hum and fae slip into our world. Bands of Centaur and Satyr dance across the fields, unknowingly starting war with the Leonin Clans.
On the east of the Great Sezali Desert a new and ambitious clan of HobGoblins are gathering their forces of Goblin and Bugbear.
This makes the Elven Allied Council to the west nervous and the desert has become a sort of cold war, but also a hive of activity for trade and merchants.
On the West Coast the Aarakocra war against the Triton and the East Coast, the legendary Tortle Cleric Genbu brokers peace between the Locathah and the Grung.
In the Mountains Kobold, Lizardmen and Dragonborn War against a unfathomable threat as the Chromatic dragons and Metal Dragons have united to control the Arcane Canyons.
With the fall of Tyrant Human King Rexanik, many flee to the peaceful mountains city of Eternix. The city, nicknamed the city of small folk, was almost completely Gnomes, Halfling, Dwarfs, as well as the Black Wing Monastery, suddenly has possibly the highest human density in the continent.
Humans have also tried their luck in the chaotic Forest of Nayan only to be never heard from again.
In the south peace is almost a certainty as the brotherhood between the Loxodon and Gith remains just a strong as a century ago. Their city Omniox hold the Verdan trading Guild the only constant in these turbulent times
Not all is so clear though, hidden in the desert are rumors of cults who use arcane, scientific, and religious methods to create inhuman monsters that stalk the night.
However it is that Desert where we start our story in the town of Ixyana. Ixyana is a port town to the sea of sand, willing to offer weary travelers any pleasure they require... for the right price. Ixyana has always been self governed but with escalating tensions between the Elven and HobGoblin armies, the town is being pressured to pick a loyalty. But today neither a Goblin nor Elf is the new stranger in town.”
“Ryuji please introduce your character.”
“I’m just a guy who looks like an average traveler, I’m wearing normal cloths and using a spear like a walking stick, the only unusual thing about me is that have blue skin and white “Hair”. I’m a Fighter but only because you get in fights when you wander as much as I do, but it's clear I’m not formally trained.”
The wanderer enters the town carrying a satchel over his back midday. He makes his way towards a inn looking to rest for the night. He hears a commotion and see several HobGoblin warriors speaking angrily toward each other, before rushing off. The young man enters into a alley to avoid crossing their path, as he steps out he sees another beautiful HobGoblin women in revealing clothes dart out from behind a stack of boxes. Before his eyes she begins to shift form before becoming a striking dark haired Elven women and quickly entering the Inn.
“Well That's a Flag if I’ve ever seen one.”
The man is overcome with curiosity and follows her. He enter the inn and sees the first floor is a diner/bar.
At this time of day not many people are drinking and lunch is already over so the inn is uncrowded.
The blue man sees the former HobGoblin women now Elven sit in the corner of the bar skillfully blending in for those not looking.
As he walks up to her she glances before biting her lip.
“Sorry I’m not working right now.”
You realize from her statement and her outfit that this women is one of the courtesans of the towns most powerful group in place of a formal government, The Desert Respite, worshipers of Bast one of the 20 original Gods and practitioners of the arts of pleasure both of a sexual nature and of entertainment.
“I still can believe your playing a Prostitute.” Ryuji says teasing.
“For your information I’m a high class escort. And let's see if you’ll be laughing in a few minutes.”
“Sorry it's not that I... I just... saw you change.”
The woman tenses her eyes narrowing and grits her teeth.
“So what?”
“Are... Are you a Spirit.”
The women slowly turns her head, seeing the nervous young man though in her eyes he's more of a boy shift his weight nervously.
“Perception check!”
“Roll for it.”
“...!!!! Natural 20!”
“Heh, yeah he's a pretty easy mark.”
“Hey!”
She smirks before tipping her drink back and gesturing to the seat across from her.
“From out of town.”
“Out from... everywhere.”
She changes her posture, trained but attractive.
“The desert must've been quite the ordeal, I didn't notice a Caravan enter town. Is your group somewhere else?”
“No, I’ve been traveling alone.”
“Alone?”
“Yes I am quite skilled at traveling, born and raised doing it in fact.”
“Incredible, you must be strong.”
The women bit her lip while the blue skinned man sweat feeling nervous from the shapeshifters forward flirtations.
“You know I have a certain need for a strong man.”
“Role Wisdom Ryuji.”
“What! She hasn't even cast anything.”
“Your mouth was dropped.” Ann teased. “Let's hope your character isn't a simp.”
“No way!”
Ryuji rolled.
“Shit! 6, 7 total.”
“Simp”
“Shut up!”
“What did- What do you need. I’m always looking to help out.”
“You see a girl can only stay in one town for so long before she needs a change of pace. I’m thinking you’ve been to plenty of places, why don't you and I go on adventure.”
The spearman let out a yelp as he felt her leg delicately trace his own.
“And I’ll be sure your thoroughly compensated.”
“Roll Perception against Ann’s Persuasion.”
“Yes!”
“Shit”
Ann rolled and grinned which caused Ryuji to hang his head.
“21 total Persuasion!”
“Goddamnit, 14 total.”
“Yeah she has you wrapped around her finger.”
“*Gulp* There’s no need for that ma’am, I'd be happy to guide you wherever you desire.”
The man saw her smile turn victorious and her leg rubbed a little higher.
“Don’t worry it's no trouble, when we stop for the night I can give you a nice and long compensating.”
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The pair quickly gather their things the shapeshifter, changing again into a stunning Yuan-Ti. They walked through the town. Some men stared at the shabby looking Traveler and the beautiful courtesan, leering at her exposed cleavage, open thighs, and toned belly, others smirked and gave respecting nods. He glared and the former while that latter made him feel like a scumbag.
She insisted they walk on foot so not to draw attention. The man frowned but didn't say anything.
As they walked they chatted.
“My names Zap by the way.”
“Nais of the Desert Respite.”
“So Nais, are you wondering what I am?”
“Probably not as much as your wondering what I am.”
“Well I don't know, I’ve never seen someone change what they look like except my dad.”
“Your dad?”
“Yeah, he’s a Genie.”
“...”
“...”
“...You're not joking?”
“Nope. A Lightning Genie to be specific.”
“Insight Check... 11?”
“He seems to be pretty honest.”
“So you can grant wishes?”
“He could, not me. I’m only half genie, my other half is Human from my mom. Dad said my type of people are called Genasi.”
“Where’s you dad now?”
“He’s only allowed to stay in the material plane for 20 years at a time. He left on my 10th birthday, I’m 22, so he’ll be back in 8 years. Though he’ll probably see my mom before me.”
“... You know that is a really weird story right?”
“I actually didn't know until later in life. For a long time it was just the 3 of us, then the 2, now me.”
“I see.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You can change into other things, is it magic?”
Nias looked away not wanting to meet Zap’s eyes.
“It's not magic it's just something I’m able to do, as well as my mother and her mother before her. She said that we might be descended from Doppelgängers.”
“That's amazing.” Zap said with awe.
“Perception Check!” Ann yelled out.
“Zap doesn't lie. He's a open book.”
“19!”
“Zap really does think your amazing.”
“Geez he doesn't have to try so hard I already said I’d fuck him.”
“Excuse me! But Zap is a gentleman he doesn't only think about sex.”
“Unlike his player.”
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eyrieofsynapses · 3 years
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Possible In-Universe Start Date for Phantoms?
I’ve been constructing a mini-timeline of events from across YJ with the wiki’s help, and I noticed something really interesting about the in-universe dates. (To be clear: I’m discussing the dates from YJ’s timestamps, not real-life release dates.) Each of the two follow-up seasons start on the same day the last season ended: Invasion (S2) begins on January 1st, on which Season One ended, and Outsiders (S3) begins on July 4th, on which Invasion ended. Because this is YJ, I find it hard to believe that’s coincidental. 
Outsiders ends on February 28th. If we didn’t have any more information than that I wouldn’t bother to theorize over this, but here’s the thing: episode 3.9, “The Prize,”  is on February 23rd... in what appears to be exactly a year after Outsiders. And (light SPOILERS for “The Prize”) M’gann references leaving for somewhere next Tuesday. 
We don’t know the exact day of February 23rd, though it seems by the wiki’s calendar the 23rd of YJ’s February 2020 is Monday and the 28th is Saturday. But then M’gann would likely say “tomorrow,” not “next Tuesday,” so we can likely presume that their calendar is out of sync with the wiki’s. (It seems to be anyway, even in the first season: for example, Wally’s first day of sophomore year is on a Sunday by a real-life 2010 calendar.) Whatever the case, we can’t draw perfect conclusions about this- but that doesn’t erase the significance of the dates. It would make sense for M’gann and her accompanying group to start their journey right at the beginning of the season. 
TL;DR: It makes sense that if, traditionally, the next season begins on the last day of the last season, Phantoms will start February 28th, thus giving us five days between “The Prize” and Phantoms. That makes extra sense considering “The Prize” is “Season 3.9″: it would run right up against Phantoms. Of course, all of this is theory, and it’s not particularly exciting, but honestly, I’ll take anything I can get right now. 
Thoughts?
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burning-clutch · 4 years
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King Of Spades Or King of Spuds
Pairings: None Trigger Warnings: mild cussing Author: @burning-clutch (Team Ghost)  Total word count 3020 Prompt by: Lexiepiper / LexiePiper  AO3: Alexa_Piper, FFN: Alexa Piper
Stupid humor, Wes is trying, Danny is a troll, summoning
When they tried to summon the King of All Ghosts, the last thing they expected was the sudden appearance of a very familiar, very human boy wearing spaceship pajamas and with a toothbrush halfway to his mouth... -.-.-.-
 "You know this probably isn't going to work how you think it is right?"
 "Shut up and just do your job nerd."
 "If we get killed-"
 "That's why I stole this thingy from Fenton, duh." The raygun was waved casually around like it wasn’t an actual weapon.
 "Just do your thing and we see if you're being real with us or not. If you can't even be truthful about this how are we supposed to believe anything else you say? You said you tried this before and it worked right?"
 The wirey teen runs a hand through his orange-red hair and sighs deeply. "The summoning works you just have to make it clear who you're trying to get… I've ended up with the wrong ghost before…"
         “Then you’ve already got experience, more than us anyway” The dark haired jock called over his shoulder from where he had been fussing with a candle.
 "Come on Wes you should just feel lucky we're talking to you after everything."  The blonde A-lister huffed with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
 "Star's right you know. Now if what the book from that goth creep said was true then if we summon the king we can make a deal with him."A Latino beauty with an accent said, hardly looking up from her nail file. “Anything we want so long as the king accepts the payment.”
 “Yeah, and we got the nerd here to film it, cuz ya need proof of contract or whatever..”  A large beefy blonde jock piped up with his two cents.
 Wes sighed and gave Mikey a sympathetic look as he shakily set up a tripod and a small digital camcorder, While Kwan continued to set up the candles around the vacant basement room.
 “I just really think summoning the ghost king is a bad idea, I mean you remember that invasion last year? Wasn't that the ghost king?" Wes urged only to get punched in the arm by the blonde jock.
 "Not the real king, you saw how all the ghosts fought him, idiot," Dash commented with a huff. “Kings are loved by all, Being the king of Casper High I should know!”
 "Ghosts just fight each other regardless! It's what they do!" Wes shot back glaring at the larger teen.
 "Regardless I want to make it so Phantom Falls madly in love with me and I can have my fairytale ending with him." Paulina waved off the ginger's worries. "A deal with the devil, so to speak, is hardly of any concern."
 “A de- Are you hearing yourself?” Wes called out waving his arm frantically towards Paulina. When the girl only looked up from her nail file to glare at Wes the basketball player deflated. “Fine whatever. If we call become ghosts my obsession will be kicking your asses for all eternity I hope you know.”
 “Ha! You’ll be lamer than the crate creep when you keel over” Dash spat poking the end of the ecto-weapon into Wes’s chest to accentuate his point.
 Wes swatted the gun away, while Kwan stood back up to admire his handy work with the candles. “Right now we light them right?” The Asian asked. “Who’s got the lighter?”
 Star tosses a small pink plastic thing to her boyfriend, who caught it easily. Kwan gives his girlfriend a finger gun with a quick ‘Thanks babe” Before he began lighting up the candles.
 Mikey, seemingly satisfied with the camera, scrunched up his face as he watched the small pillars of wax ignite. “What’s that smell? I hope that those aren’t made with Benzaldehyde…. I’m allergic to-”
 “Can it ugh, no one cares.” Star snapped to the other boy.
 “They’re vanilla scented! I thought it would be nice.” Kwan answers in turn.
 “Yes, I know that I’m not nose blind.” The nerd snorted out a laugh. “Benzaldehyde is a chemical used in the making of fake vanilla scents an-”
 “How much longer until we can summon this king guy? The humidity down here is making my hands all clammy” Palina interrupted callously “You” She pointed her file to Mikey, “Hit record and you,” She pointed the file to Wes next. “Say the stuff that makes this happen.”
 Wes muttered something under his breath causing Dash to punch his arm again. “Fine!” He hollered before beginning the summoning. Latin words warbled out from the teen’s lips, echoing around the room before suddenly, the candles started flickering as if being disturbed by the wind. The teens all watched with wide eyes as the candles suddenly flicked green and blue rapidly before going out. A wash of smoke came up from each one to condense in the centre.
 With bated breath, they watch as the smoke forms a shape in the ring of candles. Paulina had a fleeting thought that they should have done this outside in case the ghost king was far bigger than the room could hold.
 Though once the shape stopped glowing, and became clear to see, it was obvious they needn’t have worried. A quiet splash is heard, as if someone had dropped a glass of water on the ground, followed by a yelp from a new voice, before Dash’s shout of “Fenton?!”
 Danny pulled the toothbrush from his jaws and turned around blinking at the people surrounding him before making a nervous face as he took notice of the candles surrounding him.
 Star frowns and makes a disgusted snort noticing where the water spilling noise had come from. “Did you spit on the floor?” She asks angrily. “You are cleaning that” She points to the bewildered Danny.
 “Um…. Hi?” Danny tried, wiping a bit of foamy toothpaste from his lips onto the sleeve of his rocketship patterned pyjamas.
 “Of course it’s Fenton. Why wouldn’t it be Fenton.” Wes grumbled pinching the bridge of his nose.
 “Love you too Wes, but seriously what happened?” Danny asks, taking a step forward only to yelp as his foot touched the circle line drawn by the candles. “Jeez, what the heck?!”
 Wes perked up at that. “You’re stuck? You can’t cross the barrier!” He called out excitedly.
 Paulina assessed the dark haired teen a moment before humming. “I didn’t think this thing could summon humans as well as ghosts.” She mused taping a perfectly shaped nail to her lips in thought. “I wonder if we can summon celebs?” her eyes went wide at the possibility
 “What? No! This thing is only to summon ghosts! And Fenton showed up, and can’t cross the barrier so-” Wes prompts eagerly waving his arms at the sleepy teen in the circle.
 “It means you either screwed up the spell and brought us a nerd or that dweeb is somehow the ghost king!” Dash spat back angrily.
 Danny blinked out of his sleepy stupor as those words filtered into his brain. “Wait why were you trying to summon the ghost king?”
 “Because you can make a deal to get anything you want duh,” Star answered in first.
 “Shouldn’t you know that Danny? Your parents are ghost hunters after all…” Mikey piped up from the camera shutting off the device, figuring the whole thing was a flop and didn’t want to waste any more of the mini DV tape.
 “What? No that…” He trailed off a moment as he became lost in thought. “Actually that might make sense… It would explain why Plasmius would try to free Pariah Dark…” he muttered to himself more than to the others in the room.
 “Who and what now?” Kwan asked Danny while simultaneously Dash snorted.
 “‘Ey. The nerd made a funny!” The blonde said acting bewildered.
 “Seriously?” Wes groaned burying his hands in his face.
 “Though as much as I hate to say it the ginger whiner is right. He definitely said it right to summon the ghost king. ‘Animum quoque regis’, or the royal spirt, or spirit of royalty was who he called out to not you.” Paulina said with a huff.
 When she was given a few raised brows she shrugged it off and simply said. “I’m good with Latin. What? Can’t a girl be beautiful and intelligent?” she huffed as if she had been insulted.
 “Can I go home? I was kind of hoping to actually get some decent sleep tonight…” Danny said stopping an argument from breaking out.
 “What? No! You’re stuck there until you admit to being a ghost.” Wes shot back to him.
 Danny sighed deeply and rolls his eyes. “Fine,” Danny cleared his throat before raising his hands to wiggle his fingers in a ‘spooky’ fashion, thumb holding the toothbrush. “I’m a ghost~,” he warbled out sarcastically “There, happy? Can I leave now?”
 Wes scoffed at the display before getting as close to Danny as he could without crossing the barrier and loomed over him threateningly. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” He hissed.
 “Maybe he’s like a ghostly secretary?” Kwan asks after a moment. “I mean his parents have the ghost portal right? So maybe that’s why we got Fenton?”
 “That’s the stupid-” Wes started but was cut off by Star’s affirmative.
 “Hey yeah! Fenton’s the ghost’s go between!”
 “I’m a what now?” Danny asked stifling a yawn.
 “Ohhh! That makes sense! I knew you were connected to my ghost boy somehow!” Paulina chirped out.
 “Yea! That’s true the ghost boy always shows up around you” Mikey added with a slightly bewildered gaze.
 “Yes! That’s what I’ve been saying for so long now!” Wes called out excitedly.
 “Yeah, and actually… I don’t think I’ve ever seen the two of you in the same place,” Kwan said with a hum, placing a hand on his chin in thought. Danny blinked at him trying to push down the nervousness rising in his chest.
 “Yes! Yes!” Wes cheered.
 “And Fent-toenail did get summoned by a ghost spell thing…” Dash mused glaring down his favourite punching bag with a frown.
 “Exactly what I was saying!” Danny glared at Wes with a murderous look.
 “So... What? The Fenton Dweeb’s a ghost?” Star scoffed looking to Wes with an exasperated face. “I doubt it.”
 “What? He clearly is!” Wes complained flailing about like mad towards a now snickering Danny.
 “I’ve seen shapeshifting shots before… How do we know you’re the real Danny?” Mikey asked eyes wide.
 Danny blinked at his classmates in wonderment. They had just handed him an out, and who was he to not take advantage? Threatening up his stance and puffing out his chest and using a bit of his ghostly body control he makes himself appear smokey. “Alright ya got me,” Danny said with a shrug
 “What?!”          “Wait, what?”
 “You’re dead?!”
 Danny used his abilities to stretch his smile a little wider then what should be normal on a human. “I was hoping if I took an unassuming form you all looked down on I could throw you off but you win, you got me.”
 “Fenton I swear…,” Wes growled, while Danny did his best to stick in that uncanny valley zone.
 “So you are the ghost king?” Paulina asked excitedly.
 “What? Oh ancients no, I’m one of the contenders for the throne though,” Danny said, pulling his hand across his hips before falling into a deep bow channelling his inner medieval prince, he introduced himself. “I am…. Barrybum Roblix.” Danny stayed in his bow much longer than necessary to hide the smirk on his face. Once he got his features under control he stood straight once again, tilting his head too far to the side, “Just Barry is fine.”
 Wes was flabbergasted. Was this really happening? He finally gets Fenton right where he wants him and the half ghost has the gall to try and weasel his way out!? “No one’s buying this Fenton! So save your breath!”
 “What are you talking about? I speak the truth,” Danny chides crossing his arms and lifting a little off the ground to float within the confines of the circle.
 “Fenton can’t float.” Dash scoffs.
 “So, if you’re not the ghost king then this whole thing was a flop! How will I ever be able to get even a kiss from my ghostly prince charming now? You were supposed to be the king…” Palina pouted.
 “Well I’m able to shapeshift, If you release me from here I can imitate the one your thinking of.” Danny offered. “I’ll even give you that kiss”
 “Ew no, I don’t care how good you are at imitation I’m not kissing some random ghost.” Paulina shot back with a disgusted look on her face.
 “I think it’d be cool to have a pretend Phantom hanging out with us, imagine how much our popularity would skyrocket!” Star offers. “Think if we got him to imitate phantom and took a group photo-”
 “Oh~! I looove~ that idea Star! Then yes! We’ll release you if you can imitate Phantom.” Palina nodded eagerly.
 “Then ya got yourself a deal, we just gotta shake on it. Well, the one who read the spell does” Danny practically sing songed out as he stared down to Wes with a shit eating grin.
 “Go on! Shake the ghost’s hand” Dash said cracking his knuckles threateningly.
 “Wait, what!? He was brushing his teeth when he came here! This is clearly Fenton trying to trick you! How do you not see it!? There’s toothpaste spit on the floor…” he trailed off as he noticed the puddle of slop was no longer on the floor, and the toothbrush had disappeared. “Turning it invisible doesn’t mean it no longer exists.” Wes huffed.
 Danny shrugged in response to the redhead’s ranting.
 “Come on Wes just shake his hand so we can take some cool pictures!” Star says shoving the taller teen forward in annoyance.
 With a sneer, Wes approached Danny who’s grin hadn’t faltered the entire time. “I hate you” He growled out as Danny took the ginger’s hand in his cold one.
 “I know buddy” Danny chastized before letting his transformation rings wash over him.
 Wes glared at Danny, Now turned Phantom with renewed vigour, before the halfa flew upwards knocking Wes down as he does. The ginger made a disgusted face as he realized he’d landed his arm directly on the toothpaste slop Danny had spat out.
 The A-listers (plus Mikey) were over the moon seeing ‘Phantom’. “Huh, I’ve seen the real one and he’s definitely taller, but the face is almost spot on so no one will know if you float,” Dash says astutely.
 “Oh, I love it!” Paullina cooed. Hold still I want to get a full body shot! Throw a thumbs up and- Yes like that! Perfect! Okay now, Star! Take one with me in his arms!”
 And so it went, for a good twenty minutes with all the people in the room excitedly snapping pictures, Someone even stole Wes’s phone and took one of him behind Danny as the ghost lay on the ground with a wide grin.
 Once all the teens were satisfied with their snap happy adventure, and couldn’t think of any other pictures to pose with ‘Phantom’ the group prepared to bid ‘Barry’ goodbye.
 “This was fun but now that I’m in the human world I have people to meet and places to haunt. Etcetera and so forth…” Phantom said with a wave, smacking Wes on the back knocking him over once again, before disappearing from view.
 The only person who really noticed phantom’s departure, however, was Wes the others were too engrossed in the photos they had taken. “Oh my gosh look at this one! Oh, that one is so cute!” Star cooed over the camera roll Paulina had on her phone.
 Not that Dash and Kwan were any better, “No way man this one is sooo much cooler! Look at you here that one is bomb!”
 And even Mikey was furiously typing away on his phone as he blasted his ‘phantom photos’ all over his social media accounts.
 All the while Wes just sulked. He was so close! Everyone was heading towards the right conclusion only to have Fenton rip his victory like so many times before! It was infuriating! And just… “UGH!” Wes groaned and laid on his back in the circle where Danny had once been.
 “Oh! Let’s go upstairs and print off the best ones and make a college!” Star exclaimed excitedly jumping about like a rabbit that was given caffeine. “And you, nerd, can leave my house,” Star said shooing Mikey away.
 The nerdy teen simply nodded and began to gather up his camera and tripod. Once he was finished that task he left without another word. His voice echoed from upstairs as he began talking on the phone to someone nattering on about how he got photos with a Phantom, not Phantom.
 “Wes when you’re done wallowing you should leave too, you’re bringing down the whole vibe, man,” Kwan said to the dejected redhead on the ground.
 “Yeah, yeah, I got it…” he groaned out.
 Wes watched the group of A-listers go with a deep forlorn sigh. He laid on his back for a good solid ten minutes before he felt he had sufficiently wallowed enough. He rolls to his side and pushes himself into a standing position before letting his shoulders droop.
 With a final annoyed sigh, he began to walk forward. He got two steps before he was zapped. The redhead let out a yelp of surprise from the electric zap he had received. It wasn’t painful but it was a surprise.
 With a frown, he reaches out with a hand and rests it on the semi translucent barrier. It tingled through his skin and he couldn’t break past it. Wes couldn’t help but blink in confusion. “Wait… He didn’t…”
 He pounded on the barrier a few times with his fist and kicks at it a few times before groaning out in exasperation. “Damn it, Fenton, I have to pee!” He yells up to the ceiling, well aware the other teen was long gone by now.
 It didn’t stop him from glaring blankly ahead as if he could hear his nemesis’s chuckling and see that ever present shit eating grin.
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