#also I’m kinda changing Val’s design slightly

[haliaiii]

Val’s Hover bike! (oc)

[trashcanfanfics]

May I get a fanfic in Val’s POV where Valentino is in one of the worst moods he’s ever been in since nothing has been going his way correctly and he ends up lashing out in reader?(Im a sucker for angst) 🥲

There were a few more asks that I felt could fit into this so thats what I did! Also, friendly reminder, I write gender neutral! Hope you enjoy!

Valentino was pissed. Nothing was going right. Three actors were maimed, five more killed, and to top it off, Y/n wasn't at work or answering his texts. He had half a mind to march down there and demand why they didn't come to work. He missed them more than anything, really. Val thought that seeing them would definitely would change the whole day. That was before he remembered that he confessed while drunk. He decided to let them be, but he was irritated to say the least. He was losing money, afterall!

He gave up on trying to be the bigger person. Valentino was their boss, fisrt and foremost. He pulled out his phone and pulled up their contact. He'd call them.

The phone rang twice before a groggy "hello" answered. Val's anger raised. They ditched work to sleep in? Absolutely not. It doesn't matter how much he loves them, this was unacceptable.

"Y/n where the FUCK are you?" He was seeing red. Val was also slightly hurt. It seemed like they were avoiding him the last few days. Whenever he tried to talk to them, it seemed something else was in the way. Their breath caught in their throat. Fear. That was fear. They were scared of him. That didn't sit right in his mind and made his anger worsen, but this time, at himself.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I-" there was vicious coughing fit, "-I'm a lil' under the weather." There was more coughing. Guilt bubbled up in his chest. Of course they're sick. They've been looking awful for at least two days now. He can't believe he didn't notice sooner.

"It's alright, it's just been a stressful day today." They hummed back in tired underestanding. "Get some rest, babycakes." He hung up the phone and turned to the closest office person. Val informed them he would be out for the rest of the day and to contact his second in command to take care of whatever else was needed today. With that, he left.

~*~

Y/n's place was that little house Val murdered their stalker in. They appreciated not living in a run down apartment now, but was slightly confused as to how he got the house. He told them not to worry about it and enjoy their new space.

Upon entering the house, he took off his coat and hat, hanging them on the rack by the door. The furniture was replaced with lovely red and black walnut instead of that tacky white and bright makore it was before. He had let Y/n take over with his interior designer and decorators. They certainly had taste, just as he knew they did. The ceilings, he was pleased to notice, were now high enough that he could stand properly.

Val made it to the kitchen and opened up some cabinets, looking for some type of soup he could make for them. That's what people eat when they're sick, right? It's what Vox always made him when he wasn't feeling his best. When they weren't fighting or on a break. He found it weird that he didn't feel empty the way he used to when he broke up with Vox before. Maybe it's because he didn't have anything past platonic feelings for him now? Hm.

He found the soup and then went searching for a pot. The pot he pulled out was...very well used, to put it nicely. Val made a mental note to get them a new pots and pans set. Heating up the soup, he added a few extra seasonings to it to make it less bland. the next thing he found that needed replacing were their dish and silverware. How did they live like this? Their bowls and plates had chips in them, silverware with dents and scratches. Plastic cups from the second hand store? No wonder they got sick! He immediately went online and bought them new dishes.

He grabbed the bowl of soup in his bottom hands while grabbing a chipped mug (more replacements needed) and pouring some juice from the fridge into it. Putting the juice back, he handled both items in both sets of hands. He carefully made his way down the hall to the room.

Inside, he was greeted by Y/n's sleeping form. Their peaceful face made his heart melt. He gently placed the soup and drink down on the nightstand before gently shaking them awake. They snorted and sat up, immediately groaning, then held their head. A headache probably. Their eyes met his and widened.

"Bo-" They started coughing harshly. Val placed a hand on their back, rubbing up and down to help. His lower hands reached for the mug and brought it up to them. They looked at it when their coughing calmed down and then took it, taking a drink.

"How're you feeling, Y/n?" The question took them off guard. Had they expected him to be angry? The thought made the guilt from before rise up again.

"I'm...not the best." They looked down at the mug in their hands, gently rubbing the rim with their thumb. Val rubbed their back some more before grabbing the soup in his upper hands and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I heard soup can help with that." He smiled as he dipped the spoon into the soup. Val offered the filled spoon to them. They stared at it amoment before looking him in the eyes and taking the bite. Val's face erupted with a blush. Why did they have to do it like that? He looked away as his lower hands smoothed out the bedsheets near them. The thumping in his chest reminded him that he had drunkenly confessed just a few days ago and hasn't said anything about it to them since.

"...Val?" His breath hitched wheen he heard them say his name. He looked back at them. "Can I have more?" He just about died again. He quickly dipped the spoon back into the bowl and raised it back to their lips. Their...very soft looking lips. The way they wrapped around the spoon and took the soup with it. He was getting very hot and bothered. Oh no.

"How about I take that cup and you take the bowl, precious. I'll get you more juice." He stood, holding out the bowl with his upper arms while the lower ones reached for the mug. They let out a soft laugh and handed him the cup before grabbing the bowl. Both of their hands touched and Val swore it felt like fire raced across his skin. He squinted, awkwardness forgotten for a moment, and leaned down to place an unoccupied hand on their forehead. They had a fever!

"Uh...Boss?" Their face was red, probably from the fever. He removed his hand and hummed. Val left the room without a word and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and picked up the jug of juice in his upper right hand, twisting the cap off with the upper left. As he was pouring the juice into the cup, he wondered what he wwould do about the confession thing. He capped the juice and put it away.

Back in the hallway right outside the bedroom door, he knew he had to tell them again. But sober this time. He entered the room and walked over to place down the mug. Y/n watched him, the bowl, empty, had been placed on the nightstand.

"Y/n, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." He sat down on the edge of the bed again as they went ridged. There's that fear again. He hated the way his chest hurt at the thought of them being afraid of him. "About a few days ago. When I was drunk." He wasn't looking at them, but heard their sigh as they relaxed. The ache in his chest eased a bit when he saw that from the corner of his eye.

"Yes...That." Their reply almost made the moth laugh. They felt just as awkward as he did over this. That made this easier somewhat.

"Yes, well, I meant what I said." He took a breath. "I love you, and that's the reason that Vox and I aren't together anymore. He called me out on my infatuation with you a while ago but I said it was just a passing thing and that I wanted to make things work between him an' me."

"So...You two are back together now, I'm confused by the continuity, here." Y/n's voice was hoarse. They cleared their throat as Val reached over to hand them their mug. They thanked him and took a swig.

"No. This time it's for good because I want to pursue you." He grabbed one of his antenae and scratched where the base and his head meet. A tic he'd picked up from Y/n. Though, they have hair that they run their fingers through instead. "I would like to become your lover." He finally met their eyes. They were staring blankly at him. His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. They didn't feel the same.

"...You do know how...inappropriate this is right?" They ran their hand through their hair, undoing knots as they came across them. Val itched to help them with that. Even when their hair looks like a rat's nest, he imagined it'd feel soft. "If we were to be together, how would that look? I'm your employee, a porn actor. everyone'll see this as you taking advantage of me. How would that be for your reputation?"

"To hell with my reputation! I couldn't give less of a fuck. All I want is you! If it makes you feel better, I'll fire you, I'll make you co owner of the studios! Anything to have you beside me and share your existance with me."

"Boss-"

"To allow me to kiss you! To let me hold you! To let me wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night!" He was waving all four hands and his lower ones reached out to hold them by the upper arms.

"Boss!" He didn't hear them, too caught up in his feelings.

"To share meals and experiences! To live with you and laugh with you!"

"Valentino!" This snapped him out of it. His upper hands were now gently holding their face. He enjoyed the warmth and how close they were. They let out a breath. "Calm down, I still have a headache." He immediately let go of them and scooted as far as he could from them.

"I-I'm sorry, precious, I don't know what came over me." He looked down at all four of his hands folded on his lap. They sighed and reached over to hold the bundle of hands.

"I do. You've got it bad." They huffed out in amusement, but their attempt at a joke made his heart sink further. "But, uh, I kinda got it bad too." These words made him whip his head back up to look at them.

"What...?" He could have slapped himself if he wasn't so focused on the next words to come out of their mouth.

"I love you, too, Valentino. I would love to be your partner." Those words made him grab them into his embrace and snuggle his head into the crook of their neck.

"That's wonderful, precious! I'll make you so happy, I promise!" He squeezed them tighter. They wheezed slightly.

"That's great and all, but," they wheezed again, "I'm still sick." Oops. He let go and stood up to take care of them thoughout the rest of their sickness.

The word after may have changed, but they wwill always be his favorite.

[cosmonaughtt]

wes + val halfa au - cold storms

like. ok. i think i came to a decent idea.

during some Ghost Hunting Shenanigans™ Wes and Valerie end up really injured. I know that intense energy and ectoplasm are what creates halfas-- see Danny and Vlad, ex, w the ghost portals-- so it’s obviously a lot of energy and they both end up hospitalized 

Danny knows something happened to them he couldn’t prevent and he feels so GUILTY so while they’re both recovering he remembers to visit them. just as Danny for Val but as both for Wes (Wes knows, Val doesn’t). the more time he spends with them, the more memories he gets from his own accident and he might have a realization that

well, Val and Wes might not be 100% human anymore.

so yeah now the world has to deal with TWO new halfas 

Danny’s nervously trying to figure out how to approach the subject to Val especially because he knows that she’s got the vendetta against ghosts (which is more likely just a vendetta against him) and trying to figure out his wording with Wes when Wes just. Knocks on his door a few weeks after his accident and demands to know what exactly Danny is.

He knows that Danny is Phantom and knows the two rings can make him be all ghosty and stuff, but he doesn’t know how, and doesn’t know how Danny is alive and dead, and now so is he

Danny explains it-- not the whole “four score seven years ago i was in an accident” but pretty much just goes “yeah that accident i was in freshman year did this to me, i’m pretty sure you and val both got zapped enough to be like me to”

“Val hates ghosts, though. She’s gonna be pissed.” “Yeah, trying to figure out how to break it to her without her breaking my face in.”

eventually he just has to. bite the bullet and tell valerie. this whole thing happens over like spring/fall break so they have time to approach her before school begins again, so Danny grabs Wes (as backup/because Wes doesn’t stop bothering him with questions about existence now) to go approach Valerie

who has pretty much been in a chronic state of Crisis™. She hasn’t told her dad about anything yet but Valerie is pretty confident that something with the accident with Wes definitely changed her somehow, but she doesn’t know that how or why everything seems to just be freezing around her? And why she can walk through walls, disappear and fly??

oh yeah happens in the electric core danny au and stuff so he just has electricity powers 

When Danny and Wes come knocking at her door it makes her slightly more nervous, but the weird ghost sense she suddenly has goes off around the two of them which makes her confused.

Danny sits her down and pretty much explains everything.

“Look, you’re not going to like this, but uh you’re half ghost now.” 

“I’m-- what?? How is that possible?” 

“I don’t know, but welcome to the club.” 

“Danny, what do you mean?!”

He nervously changes into Phantom which makes Valerie pissed, not because he’s Phantom and wow, Wes was right, and also now that she’s seen it wow Fenton and Phantom do really look alike, but mostly because she was hunting one of her only friends left

Like yeah she’s really angry because Danny is partially the reason why she and her dad were in their situation, but also “what the FUCK i tried to KILL YOU multiple times!!!1!”

“Yeah, well, so has everyone at this point.”

Wes gets an “i told you so” somewhere in there

Val and Wes both have ghost designs that mirror what they were wearing at the time of “their death”. For Valerie it was her Red Huntress suit, which doesn’t change much between forms weirdly (because it was already powered by ectoenergy, it just enhances her durability more than other halfas). 

Other than being more durable than most ghosts, she also has an ice core-- because of how icy she is towards ghosts (ba dum tss). in my head ghost cores usually form out of death/strong emotions, and since Val hates most ghosts... Ice. Danny is electricity because... Well, obviously. 

Wes was only wearing a hoodie and jeans at the time. His design is the only one I have cemented in my head really?? like (mostly fanon)danny is blue/green wes is kinda purple/lilac in his ghost form?? glowy freckles also, can’t forget those. I kinda want him to have some kind of wind/air core? 

Because he’s really light on his feet as a basketball player and all, it would make him a much faster flyer than anyone else and he can kinda Vibe more with Vortex and stuff. if he really focuses maybe he can low-key control weather, but not really. Idk how he gets this core.

yeah that’s it