#ghostly Heroics au

[evilminji]

*evil grin of The Ponderings™*

You know who DEFINITELY would have Unfinished Business?

Heroes. Professional "If I could just MOVE, just fight a BIT LONGER, save ONE MORE PERSON" Heroes. It's the ultimate and unending Unfinished Business. To protect people. Not just their friends, their co-workers, but the innocent people around them.

That kid, stuck crying in the rubble.

That business man, screaming in pain, caught in the cross fire.

The People NEED them. They SWORE. Their very SOULS burn with the NEED to help. But... the flesh gave out. Injuries. Age. Quirk overuse. They knew... they KNEW, this was not a safe line of work... but... but! Please! Just one more person! Why can't they just make their breaking, dying, bodies MOVE!

Of course they refuse to move on.

They are needed HERE.

Yet? Their hands pass through. Their voices do not reach. A hell of their own, unknown, making. They can't let go, but they can't HELP either. There isn't enough Ectoplasm here. The walls of their reality overly patched up, since that unfortunate leak a few centuries back.

After all, the Zone had dumped near lethal quantities of unfiltered Ecto into the atmosphere. They're STILL dealing with the mutations and fall out, aren't they? At least, they are according to the Zone. (Wtf is a "Quirk"?) And, yeah, someone should PROBABLY do an assessment on the ecological recovery of the Reality. But like?

Do you have any idea how few people have an Obsession for stuff like that? Wait your turn! The list is long and you're not fuckin special, okay? The agents are BUSY.

Now, you might wonder? Wait. If they aren't moving on. Are DEFINITELY Ghosts. Starving as they are. Refusing to die as they may be. Wouldn't... Wouldn't that leave the whole ass area around their Reality an ecological dead zone? If it got over patched and no Ghosts LEFT, thus noticed, and started to try and work on it from the outside? Assuming the COULD?

Yeah. Yeah it would be!

It's called the "New Wastes"!

There used to be some cool Lairs around there. But there was a turf dispute. Someone DID something. Punched a HOLE. And everyone re-died. It was fixed but never quite re-healed. Portals... don't show up there? For some reason? Meh. Wanna brawl?

No. Danny's curious. He wants ANSWERS.

It's his fatal flaw.

Well... that and his inability to keep his mouth shut. But he likes to think he's funny. So... off he goes! And MAN! Does it feel funky out there! Weird textures. Mmmm, Don't Like THAT ™. It's probably a King thing? The Zone here... FEELS wrong.

Not... the way it's SUPPOSED to be shaped, if that makes sense?

And? It feels... if you sorta squint? Like... a LOT of people AREN'T where they should be. But aren't gonna leave until they're READY. Ooof. Great. Someone messed up again. Why does he KEEP FINDING bits and pockets that need straightening out? Unruffling? It's like he has to keep smooth out this giant peice of fabric with all these stains on it. Clean the messes on it.

He feels more like a maid then a King.

Maybe he is?

Pretty sure he's more of a nanny, since the Zone is more of a whiny yet excitable toddler then anything else. Alright, let him in. And fix... whatever THAT is.

So he steps into the Reality and? Huh. Japan. Neat. He always meant to go, never got around to it. Why is that man an otter?

.......oooohohooo, this place was HELLA fucked up by Ectoplasm, wasn't it? This is multi generational exposure. It's in the air. The water, ground, buildings. But stale to the point of stagnation. That can't be healthy. At least a few people he sees have developed ecto-resistance, thank the Ancients.

Danny discovers there are? "Superheroes"? Or just... heroes, apparently. They sell shampoo lines and athletic gear. Villians are petty criminals and psychopaths. All lumped together. He gets fuckin CHASED by the COPS and half the cities spandex patrol, called a "villian" (you know, like the purse snatchers and the DUDE WHO TRIED TO OPEN FIRE ON A CROWD) for flying around trying to assess the situation. Not speaking Japanese fast enough.

Soooorry! He TRIED to answer your confusing barked demands! This isn't his native language! He's translating through Ghost Speech! He knows it sounds unsettling to the living! It's the best he's GOT, man! (Asshole)

He escapes, obviously, because he's not 14 anymore. And honestly? He could top 200mph or so AT 14. He's only gotten faster. Intangible flight means no wind drag, motherfuckers~! OR need to dodge buildings! HA. Try to follow him through THE GROUND!

A few Blob sucked (to remove the ectoplasm) bits of treasure later? And he leaves a pawn shop with local currency. Thank YOU shady pawn shop! Ask him no questions, he'll tell you not lies. Enjoy Pariah's gold.

He does tourist things. Buy foods he's never tried, wanders around. Sees what's needed. Noticed a lot of people struggle with some aspect of the ecto-mutations brought on by the extreme Limnality. Need accessibility aids.

.....well, he IS a Fenton. His parents would disown him on the SPOT if he left with out at least TRYING to help. So he tracks down one the local ghosts. He'll need a guide or two.

He? VASTLY underestimates how desperate a sea of Obsession Starved Hero and Vigilante Ghosts will act, the INSTANT, they realize not only someone can see them... but it's? Their "Boss"? They aren't sure HOW they know that. But they DO. It's THE Boss. Here to help them! Asking for HELP ™ from THEM!

Yes

YES THEY CAN DO THAT

He gets swarmed. Hundreds of ghosts fighting over each other. Shouting. Turning on each other like rabid animals. All worn down and ragged by their Obssesion starvation. He's forced to shout over them.

And? Holy shit, these are only the ones from THIS CITY, too.

Thank Zone, again, he's no longer 14. That he has friends who are Rulers ™ that taught him HOW to Rule. To delegate. Pretend he TOTALLY knows what he's doing. That every action is on purpose.

It takes less then two hours, with all the experienced Unground Heros help, to make himself a Real Boy and buy a building. Put himself into the correct databases. He officially has licenses for things he's never studied. Is a tax paying citizen. Even belongs to several local clubs.

Over the next few days? He sets up his new... oi! Quickdraw! What're they called again? Right. "Lifestyle Support Company" which? Is a dumb name. But, Fenton Works is Fenton Works. Somehow he always kinda knew he'd be inherenting. It's in a cruddy part of town and the prices are cheap as he can safely get um.

He already had two customers, even though half the building isn't even fully set up. Which? I mean... he gets it. Poor guy. Knives for hands. Sharp ones too. The other guy's Obsession made him emotionally react to colors and like three different ones were ruining his life. So, hand Prosthetics controllable by knives and color filtering wrap around glasses.

Took him a lunch break or two.

Changed THEIR lives.

Suddenly his shop is packed. Schedule screaming for relief. And the ghosts? Getting more tangible by the day. See, his work shop? Ecto proofed. Let's him relax. But it ALSO let's him radiate fresh, clean, Ecto out into the air. And as King? With a direct line to The Zone? He puts out a lot.

There start to become Sightings.

People who SWEAR they saw long dead Heros out of the corner of their eyes. Dead vigilantes. That was who through that bottle. Who tripped that thug at just the right moment. Who unlocked the door. The SWEAR. They aren't crazy!

And... at first? Brushed off. Stress does a lot of crazy thing to a person, ma'am. But? How do you brush off, making eye contact with your dead best friend? Your old mentor on the other roof? That vigilante, who you WATCHED bleed out? Can you brush them off... when a vigilante from the dawn of quirks, punches some two bit villian on live television? Calls the Heros on the scene gloryhounds? Goverment dogs?

Runs from the cops and vanishes into thin air?

When this shit KEEPS HAPPENING?

Is spreading?

Are... are you supposed to arrest them for illegal vigilantism? How? They're THE proto-Heros! You don't want your name tied to that! The HPSC is furious. The goverment is uneasy. There are like... 6 dudes and a lady, openly stalking some kid in UA. Trying to mentor him. He looks moments away from a nervous breakdown.

Us too, kid. Us too.

All? While Danny? Is just sitting in his lil shop. Tinkering. Not HIS problem. Gotta let the ghosts here get it out of their system. Get their Obsession's full. Then it's all aboard the Zone Train. He's just here to make sure no one does anything "Too Crazy".

What's HIS definition of "too crazy"?

Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy~☆

@hdgnj @lolottes @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @the-witchhunter @legitimatesatanspawn

[quirkwizard]

I've looked up different people's takes on what Deku's Quirk would be if he had a natural one. One idea I frequently come across is Heat Absorption (which combines Hisashi's fire quirk with Inko's attraction quirk). However, what if this idea was taken further? What if Deku could take the heat energy he absorbed and use it to enhance his physical abilities (like Sunspot from the X-Men comics)?

Hi Wiz! Dollar-store-quirks here, with the shadow of an idea! (I have been so drained of ideas, you don't even know). I saw a ask about Izuku inheriting a possible Fire Breath x Attraction of Small Objects Quirk and I'd like to add my two cents! as in, I have two other takes on the concept.

My first concept is a little less directly related to his parents. I'm calling it Will-o-Wisp, and it leans a little more into the psychic nature of his mother's quirk. It might work where Izuku can breath out ghostly incorporeal "fire" which he can control - that's both telekinesis and fire breath! Only when this incorporeal fire makes contact with a physical object will it turn into real fire, which he might not be able to control. There might be a maximum limit of how much ghostly fire he can control, and he might unlock the power to choose when his ghostly fire becomes physical, or some way to control his fires after they become physical (say, if some amount of ghostly fire stayed incorporeal and that allowed him to influence the physical fire).

Second, I think there's potential in a very direct mix. Let's call it Attraction of Fire. This would function by allowing Deku to draw in and control fires near him, possibly extending the length of its fuel or managing its temperature. This would depend on fire from outside sources, still leaving Deku in an underdog position for narrative reasons and requiring a lot of inventiveness to make it feasible. Fire might still burn him, giving him the same self-destructive nature as in canon. And it'd give him plenty of need for support equipment and collaboration with other heroes, which is also meaningful for story reasons. These are mostly narrative reasons why I think this is compelling quirk, but aren't those the best reasons? If someone wrote an AU with another student gaining One for All, I think this kind of quirk would allow Izuku to remain in the story in roughly the same position in Class A, power-wise.

Thanks for reading all this! I hope this is a fun addition to the discussion!

Wow, @dollar-store-quirks. Now there's a name I haven't seen in a while. Hope you're doing okay. And here's the post for any of you that are curious about it.

I'm not sure if any of these are in the cards for Izuku, at least in their entirety. I too have discussed absorbing heat for Izuku's power, but why would it enhance his body? Nothing about either parent Quirk implies that would be possible. Shooting the fire back out makes more sense because that's in line with what the father does. Izuku breathing out fire that he controls makes some sense, but having it turn intangible is such a deviation that I struggle to imagine it fitting as a power. And honestly, I don't even think he'd be able to even come close to the canon story line with that kind of power. On that note, you're final idea does have some merit. I do think attracting fires makes sense for Izuku. Heck, it's even what based his Quirk Marriage around. The thing is though that attracting fires is such a specific power that I struggle to think of anything that interesting you can do with it, let alone have it be include amongst the Heroics Course. It's good for a firefighter and that's it. There's making a character an underdog and making his power barely useful. It's why I felt the need to be as liberal as possible with Izuku's potential powers. Something that'd fit the parent Quirks, yet still make standout abilities in their own right.

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Danny Fenton, wearing a modified version of his ghostly jumpsuit and flying through a night sky. He has two crossed white belts, green knee and elbow pads, green accents on his boots, and a green and black jetpack mounted on green shoulder pads, as well as crossed glowing white rings at his forearms. He is grinning.]

♪ They say it started with a big bang But they say it came out of a small thing Lately, I'm feeling like a big bang 'Cause I've been making something out of nothing (Like my soul!) ♪

DannyMay 2023: Day 24, NASA. Danny’s heroic form Lunar Spirit in my shugo phantom au

[stealingyourbones]

DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #48-100

48. My Friend Under Gotham

49. Black and White. Alive and Dead. Perfect Symmetry

50. Trapped In Amity

51. What Cores Each Robin Has

52. Field Trip AU

53. His Molecules Got All Rearranged Ever So Slowly

54. "I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again. You Are Never Gonna Keep Me Down"

55. Too Scared to be Thinking Straight

56. Granny Goodness's New Fury

57. Beware My Power Ghost Green Lanterns Light!

58. "Ripped from a Corpse so Freshly Dead, Together with our Hellish Hate, We'll Burn you all--That is your Fate!"

59. Two Halfas of a Whole

60. Lois's Favorite Aunt: Maddie Fenton

61. The Main Man(s)

62. My Strange Time Stream Companion

63. A Ghostly Bird hit my Window

64. Mystery of the Ghost Kid

65. Therapy Time With Your Local (Un)Dead Child

66. Egad! A Ghost!

67. Trick or Treat

68. Hip With The Kids

Nice. Do Not Eat

70. Defying Gravity

71. Artistic Liberty

72. Kryptonians In The Ghost Zone

73. "What Do You Want To Tell Danny Pantum Right Now?" "Sup Baby, Take me Out To Dinner." "aYO-"

74. Catching Up with The Nerd You Threw Into Lockers in High School

75. A World Without Grownups

76. Never Step Foot in Crime Alley

77. Duplicate of a Duplicate

78. Oh my What Big Teeth You Have!

79. Freebee from a Ghostie

80. Built in Reverse

81. AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

82. Pay no Attention to That Man Behind The Curtain

83. Making Ends Meet Is Worth A Few Bones

84. Airway Traffic

85. The Spirit of Gotham

86. Topped With Gold Dust

87. The Chauffeur of Bleeding Children

88. My Saviors Are A Bunch of Idiots

89. Take me to Dinner First ;)

90. Portals Collide

91. Clone of Another

92. The True Tragedy of Heroic Deaths

93. "Oh God I Think I Just Complemented Nightwing's Ass to His Face."

94. The Risks and Rewards of Company Mergers

95. Seeing The Horrors Within (Literally)

96. EGGxactly Where You Least Expect

97. My Primordial Father

98. It's Been Years Since English Last Left My Lips

99. "You're Trespassing!" Says The Trespasser

100. Riddle Me This You Rat Fuck

[kiriel123]

MDZS/The Untamed fic recs

this quiet violence by curiositea

Post canon wwx wakes up one morning and finds that lwj is trapped in sleep. Alongside Lan Qiren, they dive into lwj’s mind to bring him back to the waking world. The family bonding! The EMOTIONS. No one out here doing it like ao3 author curiositea

Veritas by trickybonmot

Modern AU wwx has been taking increasingly terrible fake dates to family functions for years in order to stop matchmaking attempts. When his latest date cancels on him, lwj steps in, motivated to be the best fake date yet. And he doesn’t disappoint!

I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus

Star Trek fusion and what have you been doing with your life if you haven’t read this?? Lwj is a Vulcan, wwx loves ships, and even with telepathy emotions are hard to understand. Especially with telepathy. Features wwx’s brand of heroic recklessness. All time classic, instant favorite

A Sword With No Hilt by Deastar

A/B/O alternate canon omega lwj goes into heat in the Wen dungeons and beta wwx fakes being an alpha and terrible person to protect him from Wen Chao. But even though the acting is fake the consequences are real. Mind the tags, but a really good exploration of trauma and non-traditional a/b/o

I search myself (I want you to find me) by ilip13

Modern AU feature straight boy Wei Ying. Wwx doesn’t really think about much when he masturbates until he comes across a surefire fantasy – lwj and a pretend girlfriend who in no way resembles wwx. It takes a while but wwx figures it out in the end

Come sunset by danegen

Post canon wwx falls victim to a curse that can only be cured by lying in the arms of his beloved. Since wwx knows he has no beloved and is doomed, he goes to Gusu to bid lwj a farewell. You’ll never guess what happens next!

all this, and love too by friedkiki

Post canon wwx picks up a little ghostly traveler during his travels, nothing to be concerned about, except his little traveler really wants to taste human flesh – specifically lwj flesh. The ghost is a romantic cannibal

work song by lianhua_lianzi

Post canon wwx travels and sends letters back to Cloud Recesses, and lwj mysteriously finds he has business in the area that wwx was last seen in. They both have plans. Marriage plans. Such a sweet fic

Adventures in Pet Sitting by raitala

Modern AU lwj offers to petsite his brother’s many animals while Lan Xichen is off traveling with NMJ, and ends up cohabiting with nhs and wwx. There is much bonding and self discovery and thirsting happening in that apartment

of nothingness of everything of nevermind by Spodumene

Modern AU wwx asks best friend lwj what he wants for his birthday, to which there’s only one answer: to marry wwx. After thinking about marriage and the many things they could do while married for a month, wwx takes action

[nolongerdaily-pussinboots]

One last thing!!! i had a dp x pib crossover idea (honestly, it's less a crossover and more a pib au that borrows lore from dp fanon lol) it turned into this whole fic accidentally so ill put it under read more

Basically, long ago there was a small child who was saved by a cat, this child later becomes one of the Ruler of Ghosts. their gratitude to the cat was monumental, and their power even more so. Therefore, they made all cats liminal (half-dead half-living), claiming them early while extending their time in the living world. This power held strong even after the child Faded.

This led to some famous rumors. Cats staring into the shadows (looking at ghosts), cats always lands on their feet (their liminality allows them to float for half a second if they panic), cats only care about themselves (due to their liminality, cats get a minor ghostly Obsession. It doesnt effect their personality, it simply makes them more passionate about certain things) and lastly, cats have nine lives.

This last one is technically NOT true, it's not that they die then get revived. In reality, they just inch closer and closer to death. Their fur inverts in colors where their death mark was, with each 'death' they grow closer and closer to becoming full ghosts. They can see more ghosts, obsessions become more distracting, and their power grows. Until finally, when they lose their last 'life', they become a ghost for good.

While cats who still own all nine of their lives aren't as liminal as cats who own only one, they are still liminal enough to have ghostly powers. Only it takes A LOT of concentration for them to appear. And even if they do, it's weaker than a more liminal cat's.

During his childhood, Puss in Boots was the only cat in the orphanage. He never knew his parents nor his name, and he never met any other cat. So, he never got a proper explanation for his weirder abilities. To the other kids, the small cat always gave off a creepy vibe that (whether they knew it or not) set off their 'fight or flight' instincs. This led them to either avoid him or to bully him.

The only two people who shook off those feelings where his Mama and his brother Humpty. They were the only people the small cat trusted to talk about his weird feelings. And Humpty, excited after reading books about fantastical lands and magical creatures, was the one who urged the cat to try and explore it more (to take vengence against the bullies. The small cat wasn't the only kid who got bullied in the orphanage. Their Mama tries her best, but she is only one person)

It was when he saw someone in danger that he finally managed to use his powers for the first time. And when his Mama gave him his boots (inspired by his favorite book, of a brave young cat in sturdy boots who goes against the odds to protect the people he cares about) that he finally finds his spark, his Obsession.

Become Puss in Boots, be as brave as him, as noble, kind, and heroic as him. And thus, the legend was born.

With each death, his passion towards his act becomes more. He defies greater odds, he gains stronger enemies, and he grows stronger with each death. It isn't until he crosses the one rule all ghosts and liminals follow that he finally meets his match.

Puss in boots may be a noble and kind cat, but he is also an arrogant (and dumb) one. By the time he meets another cat, he assumes that he already has all the knowledge he needs. It isn't until he and Kitty are together that he learns more, and what he learns... scares him. This fear, coupled with his already existing fear of betrayel (his brother's actions have effected him greatly. He misses and forgives him, but the scars his two betrayels left run too deep) causes him to run.

Puss in Boots is never afraid! Puss in Boots cannot be afraid! Ghosts, the afterlife, Death cannot scare him. And so he shouts where ever he goes. Puss in Boots challenges death! And so, a line is crossed, and a cat pays the price.

The Ancient master of Death has many names. The living have multiple stories of him, and their feelings only extend hos strength.

Death is not cruel. He understands the fear of the unknown and the desperation for the living. But despite his patience, an Ancient can be challenged so many times before he finally takes matters into his own hand. And for the challenger to be a cat, one of the only to continuasly evade him- well, he is a ghost, and ghosts crave to be feared.

This then leads to the events of the wishing star.

Jack horner's obsession with magic means that he is aware of ghosts. One of his artifacts has the power to mind-control them, and that's what he uses to go after the two liminal cats and their little dog.

Perrito is not a cat, nor is he dead. But he did go through a near-death expirence. So while he can't see ghosts the same way kitty and puss can or even touch them, he can sorta feel their presence. It's that and dumb luck is what saved him from the constant ghosts trying to attack them.

[milfingo]

gonna be real honest here my fate series knowledge is minimal at best but your submas fate au is such a stroke of genius! do you have anything else to share about it? do the twins recognize each other? and how did ingo end up as a servant and what kind of wish will he have?

Ah! Hi, and thank you for the ask!

I do have other details for it that I was planning to post. I just wasn't sure how to write em up, haha! So I’m going to keep quiet about those in particular, please have patience.

I’ll answer your question about Ingo’s wish though! It rather complicated and I think it’s better to just explain this outright than try to get too fancy with it.

Putting it under the cut because, it’s a bit long. Also, a bonus, how many versions of Ingo can you summon in this au answer!

So, a quick thing about servants, they don’t need to have a wish in order to be summoned. Most do, but there a plenty who get summoned and don’t. Diarmuid is the easiest example, and one could even argue archer EMIYA, as his goal for a time was to kill his past self. Something that didn’t require the grail just the right holy grail war (HGW). These are also more than just the standard 7 classes of servants which I will be referring to as true servants. 

Agents of the counter force are also able to be summoned into HGWs but they are rare. While other classes require special set up in order to have them appear. It is not impossible to summon them. But it defiantly isn’t easy and should you summon one they tend to severely complicate HGWs.

In the case of true servant Ingo, his wish is very simple. He wants to be useful and have a place to belong. But really the Throne of Heros doesn’t actually need a wish to be able to manifest a heroic spirit. Ingo has two potential classes you can summon him as without any augments to the summoning ritual, Rider and Caster. 

As a Rider his True Name would be Subway Boss Ingo, and the closest to the real Ingo. This one is also the hardest to summon as it requires very personal items or a close tie to the servant in question. This is the strongest form to summon him in. His Noble Phantasm is known as The Super Singles Green Line! An anti-personnel attack that summons a subway train that barrels into the target at breakneck speeds. Should he be up against more than one foe he is able to summon multiple iterations without consuming large amounts of mana from his master.

As a Caster his True Name would be Warden of the Highlands. While a fairly weak servant on his own, the constructs he is able to summon are what cause the most trouble. The constructs in particular take the form of ghostly alpha pokemon that are able to hold their own without direct input from their summoner as well as obeying commands given by Ingo’s master. His Noble Phantasm in this form is known as Poison Mist on the Mountainside. Unlike most Noble Phantasms that are tied to specific weapons or abilities, this one is tied to a legend about the Noble pokemon Sneasler. That being that when enraged it is able to dramatically increase in size and its breath becomes a toxic miasma that causes severe illness. As one can guess, he rather dislikes using this ability unless it is a last resort. The range of the toxic miasma is at minimum a radius two city blocks (528sqft/161m~) and documented maximum radius of 1000sqft/305~m). The Miasma is very deadly to those without immediate access to clean air after exposure and even mages have a hard time healing from it.

BONUS!

He has a genterbent version! Depending on the summoning conditions it is possible to instead pull a version of Ingo based on the Lady of the Highlands instead of just a simple warden. This servant’s class is that of an assassin. And her primary skills are all associated with poison. However, her Noble Phantasm remains the same as Caster Ingo’s.

You can summon her by using items owned/used by Sneaslers of the noble line.

Hope this shed some light on what you were wondering about~!

[redrobin-detective]

DP au for BNHA

Let's see how I can play this

TW: suicidal thoughts and something of a suicide attempt

1. At the beginning of the series, Izuku is depressed and contemplating suicide. While walking home at his lowest point, he sees Bakugou being killed by the sludge villain. Deciding that his friend is worth more than him, Izuku rushes in, manages to get Bakugou out only to be pulled in himself. He's suffocating gasps his last breath just before All Might saves him. He's resuscitated by AM who refuses to give up on the reckless heroic child. Izuku thinks he escaped death only to realize otherwise.

2. He wakes up in the hospital to his mother and a skinny blond man crying over him. It had been so touch and go that they didn't think he'd make it. Izuku can't confess to them that he'd hoped to die in in his attempt to save Bakugou. Izuku finds that his hair has been bleached snow white from the experience and he feels... off. The blond, All Might's secretary, compliments Izuku on his quirk. Say what, Izuku explains as he slips through the hospital bed to the floor underneath.

3. Hospital staff explain that the stress caused Izuku's latent quirk to develop. However, Izuku stares at his semi-transparent hands and knows intimately that it's not a quirk, it's his ghost that attached back to his body when it was revived. He can fly, turn invisible, pass through solid objects and later develops ghostly energy beams. Izuku tries to shake off the existential dread and takes it as a new lease on life, with this, he can be a hero.

4. All Might was downright terrified and scared to death at seeing Izuku die then be revived. He dotes on the kid as Yagi but is too afraid to meet him again as All Might knowing he was too late to properly save him. They become really close as Izuku trains his new powers and shoots for Yuuei. He confesses to Toshi the day of the entrance exam that he doesn't have a quirk, that he's just dead enough to have ghost powers. This deeply upsets Toshi who had been planning on offering OFA to him but decides that he can't make this already half dead kid a target. The quirk will die with him and he won't let his weakness kill any more kids. Actively announces his retirement and so begins the slow crumble of society.

5. Even without OFA, Izuku becomes very powerful. One of his most impressive, somewhat hidden abilities is his ability to heal and survive most anything. He's already part dead and with his ghost fueling his body, he's now almost impossible to kill to the LOV frustrations. Had taken wounds for friends and civilians to their utter horror. Has a rather complicated relationship with Bakugou and is really trying to move past his previous depression and use his second chance not just to help others but himself too.

[irlpeachtea]

IrlPeachTea’s reverse au!

First I changed how Vlad becomes a ghost: Vlad is actually more like Danny’s uncle since he never got ecto acne :))

He helped create the big portal with Jack + Maddie (he still wishes he was married to Maddie but has almost truly given up)

After the portal fails to start up Danny and Vlad go check it out (Sam and Tucker aren’t here in the house)

Danny goes into the broken machine and messes around with the panels as Vlad looks at the outside equipment when Danny hits the switch.

Being inside the machine Danny screams as he “dies” but Vlad tries to at least pull him out but gets hit in the face with ecto energy knocking him out.

When everyone comes down (Jazz, Maddie and Jack) all they see is Vlad with black hair (his eyes would be red but he was passed out) like he had in college and pieces of a burnt hazmat suit left inside the machine.

Jack and Maddie would learn after Vlad work up that Danny was in the machine and is now gone (everyone presumes he disintegrated)

Danny who really was just sent to the ghost zone as his molecules changed was scared and alone. He was so freaked out about what he was seeing and how he saw himself that he started to change into a monstrous ghost. Unlike Vlad who made himself look just a bit younger.

Since Vlad was being healed by the fentons they know that he was turned into a halfa:

<Well Vlad is more like 30% ghost since he only got hit in the face and Danny being completely shocked is more like 75%>

Even though Vlad was turned into a halfa, The Fenton’s believe their son is gone for good. Vlad would be exploring for Danny in the ghost zone but he wouldn’t recognize what Danny turned into.

Danny would be crying and wailing in the ghost zone slowly learning about his powers from doing so. He wants his family to find him, but he’s also scared they will hate him since he is a ghost. Danny would begin to notice a portal ghost are being thrown back from (the Fenton portal) and go through.

Danny coming back to amity park after being gone for so long is a big thing for him. He tries to find Sam and Tucker but they were missing. (They would be searching the ghost zone with Vlad on their breaks in the ecto-skeleton) Then he tries to go back to his old room, but almost gets shot on the way there. After managing to get past everything he notices his room is completely cleared out as if he was never there.

Danny begins to just wail* overcome with grief because everything he hoped and dreamed was gone. His obsession would be being close to friends and family, but since they got rid of everything of his he’s forgotten.

(Reference to my doodle scream*)

His ghostly wail had become news around town because every night different places in town would hear the ghostly wail and crying. People started to call him “The Banshee” because of his ghostly screams and him attracting over ghosts with it becoming a bad omen.

A little skip to when Vlad find the “Banshee” and tries to send them back to the ghost zone but loses to them. Danny’s scream knocks Vlad who changes back. Danny noticing it was his uncle vlad does the thinking about it and drags him back to the FentonWork building and setting off the alarm to get the Fenton’s outside. Danny flees for now.

I ran out of actual typing sentences ideas so I’m just gonna list them!

More info on Vlad:

- His obsession is probably gonna be about the fenton’s or fixing his mistakes- like Danny “dying”

- Vlad has kinda a mullet in his ghost form

-He also doesn’t hate Jack but sees his an annoying brother

-Vlad actually favors Jazz to help in the lab but she’s always busy studying that Danny took her place

More info on Danny:

- He might seem less like Danny in my writing but Danny is a 14. Danny is an emotional kid but does only really show it in more positive? Way like in heroics. Idk the best way to describe it

-Danny did want to work for NASA but after the accident he gave up on that dream

-Danny can’t change back to a human form like Vlad can because he’s more ghost than human. He can hold the form for a couple hours but he’s scared that he will be exposed for being a “monster”

-Sam and Tucker don’t mind Danny’s new form but Danny is scared of hurting them

-Danny is technically the bad guy in this situation leading ghosts to Amity park with his cries

[herrlindemann]

Below is Mutter’s original tracklist shared by Hard Rock & Metal Hammer in February 2001.

And that's what Mutter sounds like

A total of eleven songs will be featured on the new Rammstein album, and I've already heard eight of them. Here are my first impressions.

‘Sandmann’ (Known today as ’Mein Herz Brennt’)

“So liebe Kinder, gebt fein acht, ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen. Ich habe euch etwas mitgebracht, hab es aus meiner Brust gerissen…” Dark-romantic strings introduce a typical brute Rammstein pounder with a great, bombastic refrain. Definitely not a children's song!

‘Ohne Dich’ (ended up on ‘Reise Reise’. Original version here)

Warm, melancholic strings and astonishingly gentle singing by Till introduce one of Mutter’s sad songs. In terms of content, of course, still nothing for the cuddly rock CDs. Again, as with almost every song, a tremendously compelling chorus: “Ohne dich kann ich nich sein, mit dir bin ich auch allein.” Don’t forget the tissues!

‘Mutter’

Playful acoustic guitar strumming and children's yelling paved the way for another different vocal performance by Till. Vehement chorus marching in with a killer riff in a very dynamic arrangement. Awesome song with a text that the Ministry of Family Affairs will certainly not be happy about... If Till yells “Mutter!”, at least anything is possible.

‘Sonne’

Had that song been used for a fight earlier, who knows how Klitschko would have done? We learn how to count to ten, let a crunching riff take possession of the neck muscle and throw us the "heroic Russian choirs" (original sound by Flake) in the chorus when Till lets the sun rise blazing.

‘Nebel’

Similar to 'Ohne Dich', a quiet, but more electronic beginning, to which Till whispers ominous things in a ghostly voice. The obligatory dramatic build-up to a rich chorus is almost slow-motion. Again something for the tissue group: “Und dann hat er sie geküsst, wo das Meer zu Ende ist, ihre Lippen schwach und blass, und seine Augen werden nass.” Sigh…

‘Adios’

By Rammstein standards, this is punk rock: driving beat, fat riffing guitars. “Er legt die Nadel auf die Ader und bitter die Musik herein. Zwischen Hals und Unterarm, die Melodie fährt leise ins Gebein.” Feverish, twitching and rather disturbing number, seems to be the fastest song on the album.

‘Pastor’ (working title for ‘Halleluja’)

Stomps in the proven Rammstein style, and the theme also fits: “Wenn die Turmuhr zweimal schlägt, faltet er die Hände zum Gebet. Er ist ohne Weib geblieben, so muss er seinen Nächsten lieben.” How, I'll leave that to your imagination. The subtly sacred background music together with robust guitars provides the obligatory "holy shiver".

‘Rein Raus’

Almost a self-parody with the powerful « Rrrrein! Rrraus! » in the minimalist refrain. Electronic, rigid beats and the classic Rammstein guitars, which roar to the point, and underline the very sexually charged atmosphere.

Conclusion: Extremely powerful plate, as it looks without filling material. No Rammstein fan will be disappointed. What's remarkable is how the band's sometimes elusive but undeniably present humor unfolds. The only example is the lyrics to 'Links', which can certainly be seen as a comment on the seemingly ineradicable allegations that the band is right-wing.

[autisticsupervillain]

I don't talk about my inFAMOUS hyperfixation enough, so here's some stuff.

Dark Danny and Kessler are basically polar opposites of each other as far as Evil Future Me villains go.

Kessler: I fucked up, destroyed the world, and lost everyone I ever cared about. I need to go back in time and make sure that doesn't happen.

Dark Danny: I fucked up, destroyed the world, and lost everyone I cared about. I better go back in time and make sure that does happen.

It gets me wondering... what if Dark Danny was The Beast that Kessler wanted Cole to destroy?

Let me introduce the inFAMOUS Phantom AU.

The year is 20xx in the not so distance future. Danny Phantom finally dropped his heroic charade and embraced his ghostly nature, going on a rampage from Wisconsin to Amity Park, decimating all he sees. The Guys In White only manage to capture and contain him using their newly aquired Conduit unites. Conduits are humans who have the Conduit gene, a genetic failsafe that, when activated, could give the bearer extraordinary powers. The Conduit gene was only able to be activated recently thanks to the advancements pushed by their head scientist, Cole MacGraph.

Cole is put in charge of containing Phantom. His technology is several years ahead of the rest of the world, after all, and it's jis discoveries that unlocked the secrets of the Conduit gene and allowed Phantom to be captured to begin with.

However, Phantom is incrediblybclever and quickly thinks up a plan to escape. Taking the form of his younger, human self, Danny Fenton, Phantom tells him of his origins. Of the ghost portal that turned him half ghost, of the grand heroic adventures he had.... and of how his parents kept trying to kill him, despite his heroic deeds. Phantom claims that his ghost half and his human half have separate personalities, and that his ghost half came to despise the human race for their hatred of him.

"Please... I just want to go home. I miss my friends... I miss my mom... Wait, my parents... the Fenton Ghost Catcher! You can separate my two halves! That way my ghost half will dissolve when separated from his host!"

This is all an elaborate lie, painstakingly sprinkled with enough truth to be believable. Daniel Fenton is dead. All that happens when the Ghost Catcher is used is that the ghost (Phantom) is expunged from his non-ghost containment chamber. Phantom uses the opportunity to possess Cole with an invisible duplicate while the Conduit team recontain him. He then uses Cole's notes and free access to the facility to carefully plan his escape, whilst assassinating the Conduit team to ensure they don't stand in his way. He also kills Cole's family, both to keep them from questioning his odd behavior and to give his own strange behavior an excuse. Of course he's getting strangely close to the Conduit team, he's grieving and needs companionship.

Fortunately, Phantom didn't plan for Cole having friends outside the GIW. When Zeke Dunbar strangely stops receiving Cole's calls, he goes undercover to investigate. Putting together what happened from Cole's notes on Phantom, Zeke frees Cole with the Fenton Ghost Catcher in front of what remains of the Conduit team. Cole and Zeke escape as Phantom slaughters what remains of the Conduit team, as well as the rest of the GIW.

Zeke urges Cole to help fight off Phantom, but Cole instead becomes obsessed with resurrecting his family. He ignores Zeke's attempts to reason with him, runs away again every time Phantom shows up wherever he's hiding. Until it's to late. To late to fight back. To late to do anything. As far as Cole knows, he's the last man on Earth when Phantom sends Zeke's battered body flying through his door.

Phantom recognizes him and laughs, taunting him over the sob story he had about his family. "The best part is that it's all true, to a degree. I didn't even have to lie to trick you."

But, as soon as Dan tries to blast him, Cole is saved by two words.

"Time Out."

Clockwork appears and gives Cole a Time Medallion, before deciding to strike a deal with him. He offers Cole the chance to go 20 years back in time in order to prevent this future. Cole accepts. Taking the name Kessler upom arriving in the past, Cole gets to work.

Firstly, Kessler rejoins the GIW under his new identity, quickly rising through the ranks with his forehand knowledge and scientific prestige. He pushes development of the Conduit project ahead by several decades, giving himself powers and creating a cult of personality around himself in the process. Anyone who opposes his hostile takeover is quietly disposed of and Cole MacGrath finds himself expelled from college on mysterious grounds, never getting a chance to join the GIW.

Kessler creates a weapon called the Ray Sphere, a device designed to explode and kill any non-Conduit caught in it's blast. The Conduits will have their powers supercharged by the bio-electricity absorbed from all non-Conduits killed in the explosion, artificial advancing their development.

Kessler manipulates Cole into detonating the Ray Sphere in Empire City, before using the GIW resources to launch a hostile take over the city to "control the damage", all whilst having the government create a cover story so that Phantom doesn't get involved. Cole is forced to adabt and become stronger to survive with all the odds stacked against him, exactly as Kessler intended, forging Cole into the hero that he himself was not. After Kessler kills Cole's girlfriend to keep him from getting distracted from his mission, he challenges his past self to a climactic final battle to prove he's become as strong as he needs to be.

Cole emerges victorious and Kessler uses his final breath to show Cole visions of the future. Of the massacre of mankind, of the death of his family, of the sob story that Phantom manipulated him with. Cole is sent reeling from the revelation that Kessler is his future self and it is now up to him to save the world. As a reminder of the task he must now uptake, Cole grabs the Time Medallion off Kessler's body, not knowing it's true significance.

But, of course, that is only one path thay the parade might take. There is an equally valid timeline where Cole takes the opposite lesson from all the hardship he endures. He learns not to be responsible, but to be strong. Not to be compassionate, but to be vengeful. Not to save lives, but to gain power. While in one world Cole becomes a FAMOUS hero, in another, he becomes an inFAMOUS villain.

Both Coles set course to Amity Park, with their best friend Zeke by their side. One hoping to save the world, the other hoping to destroy the competition. Good Cole takes the sneakier approach when challenging Phantom. He has Zeke create a distraction for the Fentons by claiming to be an investor interested in their research, while Cole sneaks downstairs. MacGrath trashes the ghost portal, alongside anything else that might be useful to Phantom in the fight against him, before carving "meet me in Central Park, Phantom" into the wall with lightning.

Evil Cole takes the more direct approach, instead blasting the Fenton building apart with a giant thunder bolt. What Cole wasn't prepared for was for the Fentons to survive and for their ghost weapons to be able to harm him, forcing him back long enough for Danny Fenton to transform into Danny Phantom.

Either way, Cole MacGrath comes face to face with a Danny Phantom who is varying degrees of pissed.

Their fight is suprisingly even and both end up bring good counters to the other. Cole's resistance to mind control is sufficiently enough that he can ward off Danny's possession, his Radar Sense counters invisibility thanks to homing in on Danny's bio-electricity, while his own projectile versatility is strong enough to match most of what Danny can throw at him and then some. Danny, meanwhile, has actual flight to counter Cole's gliding, shapeshifting and Intangibility to dodge attacks, and is a better close range fighter when compared to Cole's over reliance on range. Evil Cole also has in edge in that he's willing to leverage civilian lives to give himself an edge, either by using them as hostages or by outright draining their bio-electricity to heal himself. Either way, it's a long fight that sends the two flying and fighting across all of Amity Park.

It comes to an end when Sam and Tucker and the sidelines realize Cole's weakness to water, spraying him with a hose to incapacitate him long enough for Danny to get close. Zeke rushes in to help, as do Sam and Tucker, but Danny ends up grabbing Cole's time medallion, sending the five flying off to meet Clockwork.

When there, the five witness Danny's evil future firsthand, with even Evil Cole suprised by the raw power on display by Dark Danny. Clockwork appears and explains how he sent Kessler back in time to alter history and prevent this future, but that plan "failed" so now he's going to "kill" them. However, Cole is able to quickly deduce the importance of the medallions and throws one on him and Zeke. Evil Cole only gives more to Danny and Friends upon Zeke's insistence. The five run into the future, coming face to face with Dark Danny himself.

Dan recognizes Cole, Zeke, and Clockwork's medallions, commenting about how "even dead, MacGrath's a pain in my ass". Cole and Danny try to fight him, but neither can get any good hits in, and the five are forced to run away. Cole only manages to save Zeke at the last second by blasting his time medallion, causing him to do the same to the rest of the medallions to keep Dan from following them into the past.

Cole initially thinks that that's the end of it. Danny saw his future self and was just as horrifed as they were. He's scared straight and won't be a problem anymore. Evil Cole, meanwhile, immediately goes back to trying to kill Danny to eliminate the competition. Either way, Sam and Tucker interrupt and point out that Dark Danny could still come back. He has the time medallions and if he puts them back together, he could travel back in time to prevent his past from changing. Indeed, Dark Danny is trying to do just that, as he has enough Vlad in him to try putting the advanced tech back together.

Cole and Danny are forced to train together to defeat Dark Danny, giving Danny the opportunity to learn who Cole is and what his deal is. Especially seeing how destroyed all the Fenton tech, so teaming up is the only real option. This gives Cole the opportunity to test his mettle against Danny's villains, from stomping Technus by draining all his technology to working together to beat Vlad.

Within the span of a few months, Cole and Danny are stronger than ever... and they'll have to be, because Dark Danny has arrived. The Ultimate Enemy is here, and they're the only ones who can stop him.

[kinglazrus]

Twice is (Never) Enough

Phic Phight for @syrren, continuation of the deadpool AU

AO3 | FFN

Summary: Danny remembers promising his friends two deaths was enough for him. He remembers when keeping track of how many times he died felt so important. Now, hundreds of fatal wounds later, he can't remember why.

Word count: 2374

A moaning wind pushes the fading storm clouds across the sky. Danny first saw them around noon, gathering on the horizon. From the streets of Amity Park, the clouds started as heaps of grey peeking above the buildings. Although the wind was rough and cold, the city basked in sunlight. If you found a spot to stand safe from the breeze, the sun's warmth was rather pleasant. Danny likes this kind of day the best. It helps, sometimes, when his body can't decide whether it's too hot or too cold, switching rapidly between sweats and chills at such a rapid pace that it might have killed a normal person.

Maybe it killed Danny, tool. On those days, it is normal for him to suddenly fall asleep, succumbing to the dizziness in his head and the shortness of his breath. He wakes up minutes later feeling healthy as ever. Then the struggle starts over again.

On those days, when the weather is as indecisive as Danny's body, he can hop from the comforting cold of the wind to the soothing warmth of the sun as needed. However, it only lasted a few hours today. As Danny's patrol took him to the edge of the city, he stopped by the bridge leading to Elmerton and found the distant clouds looming overhead, threatening to suffocate what little sunlight remained. Standing on the bridge's rail, overlooking the expanse of the river, he could finally see what the city had hidden from him before. The distant sky was a dark, stormy blue, filled with the haze of falling rain.

Within the hour, Amity Park was drenched. Freezing rain pelted against the sidewalk, rattled windows, blinded drivers. More than once, Danny had to swing down from the rooftops and rescue a pedestrian from certain death. These kinds of heroics weren't normally part of Danny's job description, but he was there and had nothing better to do. It earned him a few bruised ribs, a broken arm, and one skull cracked against the sidewalk. He got better, though. As he always did.

But that had been hours ago before the Fight Knight decided this gloomy weather was the perfect time to lay siege to the city. His mistake. He could only do so much as a one-man army, especially against a kid who doesn't fear death.

Danny shakes the Fenton Thermos, knocking around the occupant inside.

"Stop. Invading. My. City!" He throws the thermos in the air and boots it down the street. It pings off street lamps and cars (oops), nearly all the way down to the next stoplight. Danny, bored, watches it bounce with dull eyes. Maybe that will knock some sense into the knight.

A gust of wind tears down the streets, buffeting against Danny's back and knocking him forward a few steps. Danny hisses when his feet jolt against the pavement and the pain in his chest flairs. Right, the sword.

Gripping Soul Shredder's hilt, he braces himself before yanking it out. The blade bites at the edges of his wound, one last pointless strike against him. In his hand, the hilt burns, crying out against his possession of the sword. He hefts the blade over his head and waves it.

"This is mine, now!" he calls out to the thermos. The sword, as if protesting, burns hotter, but Danny is too stubborn to let go. Even as the heat burns the fabric of his gloves, his grip stays tight.

Another howling wind hurls its way down the street. It catches the thermos and sends it spinning away into the street and out of sight.

"Shit." Danny takes off after it. His chest, not yet fully healed, burns. Blood drips down the front of his suit, at least Danny calls it blood. He can't remember the last time he actually saw red dripping from his open wounds. Everything inside him turned black long ago.

He finds the thermos easily, caught beneath the tire of a parked car. It rattles when he picks it up. The Fright Knight is obviously displeased with his circumstances. Good. Maybe next time he will think twice before invading the city. This had to be, what, the sixtieth time? He stopped keeping track when it hit the double digits decades ago.

This isn't the first time Danny has thought about keeping Fright's sword, either. The temptation has followed him ever since he stopped bothering to sheath it in pumpkin near thirty invasions ago, but the sword never stays with him long. These past few minutes have been the longest he's ever held it without it disappearing on him.

Danny clips the thermos to his belt on one side and slides the sword into the other. The blade slaps against his leg as he walks. His belt pulls from the additional weight, too, but he can put up with it. With the threat gone and the city quiet, he stops in the middle of the street, hands on his hips, and sighs.

"Now what?" he asks the cold night air.

The wind answers him with a low moan.

"You are a terrible conversationist."

If the wind is offended it doesn't say, which only proves Danny's point. A good conversation needs some back and forth, none of this moaning and wailing stuff. He tried that for a year. It doesn't work.

With no more ghosts left to fight, Danny heads home.

—

The Master Mansion used to be the nicest house in Amity Park. No one could deny its grandeur; only the old Manson estate could challenge Vlad's house in size. But years of neglect have taken their toll on the Master Mansion. The once well-manicured lawn grows wild and tangled, the grass well past Danny's knee. Weeds fill the cracks in the driveway. Hedges, once trimmed to perfect circles, having become hulking green beasts of tangled limbs.

The mansion itself fairs no better. Broken windows, missing shingles on the roof. The garage house collapses inward, closer, and closer to collapsing every year. Once, a long time ago, Danny thought about fixing the garage, since it's his fault it ended up in such a state. It didn't take him long to decide he didn't care.

"Hey Fruitloop, I'm back," Danny calls as he walks through the door. His body, too flesh for an act so ghostly, resists. Walking through the solid would is like pushing your way through a lake of ectoplasm with a broken leg and deadweight hanging off your shoulders. Danny should know.

Opening the door like a normal person would have been easier, but if Danny's predicament is going to give him slightly convenient ghost powers, then damn it, he is going to use them. He has earned it.

Vlad doesn't answer him.

"Are you alive?" Danny shouts.

Still no answer.

He deposits the thermos by the door, leaving it on the front table. There will be time to release its prisoner later. He keeps the sword at his hip, though. During the long walk from the city to the mansion, Soul Shredder's weight has quickly become a comfort at his side. The blade still burns, but in the lingering cold of the storm, the heat comforts him more than it hurts.

Danny walks to the main hall, heading up the grand staircase to the second floor. The entire North wing of the mansion is Vlad's, while Danny has laid claim to the rest. It's more than generous, considering Vlad's a nutcase who doesn't deserve so much care. He can barely walk most days, anyway. If he tried to shuffle his way from one end of the wing to another he might just collapse and die.

Vlad's room lies at the far end of the wing, with large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard. It must have been quite the view when Vlad had dozens of domestic workers managing his estate from day to day. When Danny pushes open the door to Vlad's room, the first thing he sees is the curtains draws open, letting in dull moonlight. Outside, the clouds are finally blowing past Amity Park.

The bed is empty, covers rumpled and hanging off the mattress. Scanning the room, Danny can't find any sign of Vlad.

Danny peeks into the dark bathroom. "Did you crawl off like a cat to die alone?" Empty. He moves on to other rooms, the study, the library—which is basically the study but with a few more books—the Packers room. All of them empty.

"Remember when Maddie did that?" Danny continues his one-sided conversation. "I found her in the garage under that dumb Lexus you loved so much?"

He heads away from the North wing. Maybe Vlad didcrawl away to die. It is a miracle he could have made it so far. Danny's tempted to give up, but he spurs on anyway. He doesn't care for Vlad, despite living with the man. It is more for convenience than anything. And, perhaps, because they are more alike than Danny wants to admit.

His search carries him to the back of the house, through the kitchen, toward the entertainment room where Vlad used to hold parties. Sliding glass doors along the outer wall lead to the backyard. One of them is open. When Danny steps outside, he finds Vlad instantly. A shadow slumped over in a garden chair, looking out over what used to be the pool. Now it's just a hole in the ground surrounded by pretty tiles.

"Damn. I thought you'd be under the car," Danny says.

"Do I want... to know... what you mean?" Vlad has to pause every few words and take a breath. His comes out low and raspy, so rough that hearing it makes Danny's own throat itch. Danny can't hear a trace of the silky voice Vlad used to have.

"I don't know, do you?" Danny asks.

"Still... after all this time... so juvenile."

"What's the point of being an adult if you can't be a kid sometimes?" Danny says with his young voice in his young body, neither of which has changed in over fifty years. He leans against Vlad's chair, elbow resting on the back. His arm barely brushes Vlad's shoulder, but it's enough to make the man groan.

Vlad, like the house, has grown withered and neglected. Nothing but sagging scar tissue and brittle bones. It must have taken him hours to get down here, perhaps the whole day. It would surprise Danny if Vlad had still been making his way outside when he got home.

The hole where Vlad's right eye used to be serves as a bitter reminder of what, or who put him in this state. Perhaps comparing him to the garage house is a better analogy.

"What is it... like?" Vlad asks. It is hard for Danny to pick emotion out of Vlad's voice, but the tremble sounds stronger now. Not the tremor of a weak throat, although Vlad certainly has that, but a waver of fear. A small admittance of weakness that he rarely ever allows, much less shows to others.

But Danny isn't other. Everyone else is, always has been. He doesn't need to ask what Vlad means. "I don't know."

Vlad tilts his head. "How?"

Danny shrugs. "I used to know, I think, but..." Things change. Dying changes you. And dying over, and over, and over again changes you so much that sometimes it is hard to tell what you were like before. So many sensations. So many memories.

Jazz told him, once, that patients with dementia have an easier time recalling old memories, those earlier in their life, then later ones. It doesn't matter if the later memories formed before dementia set in, they're just too new. When someone remembers something for decades, it passes through their head again and again, etched deeper into their mind the more often they remember it. It makes it easier, later, when their minds start slipping, for them to recall those moments they burned into their brains over the years.

For Danny, one such memory comes from the early days of his abilities. At that point, he had only died twice, and he made a promise with Sam and Tucker. Twice is enough. It sounds ridiculous now.

Twice is enough? He died at least four times today, maybe five. He still hasn't decided if he blacked out from his fever that morning or if it boiled him from the inside out. His hand drops from Vlad's chair to Soul Shredder, fingers curling loosely around the hilt. It feels heavier than ever.

Twice is enough. Twice is a fool's dream, the passing wish of a child who knew too little about the world and about himself.

Closing his eyes, Danny reaches inside himself and finds a burning light. Thousands of them, little pieces chipped away from a part of him so far beyond his comprehension he didn't know it existed until Skulker, so rudely, opened his eyes to it. Together, they shine as one solid mass, but he knows the truth. Inside, Danny is broken.

He used to have a notebook. It was Jazz's idea. Confront your trauma through words. Write down what kills you then burn the pages. She got the idea from some therapy textbook. To this day, Danny isn't sure what burning the pages was supposed to do. Whatever great expectations Jazz put upon the ritual, they didn't work. Mostly because Danny never followed through.

He can still picture those first few pages, written with more care than he put into his English homework. Electrocution, suffocation, burning, bludgeoning. Every time he died, he made an entry in the book, put down the details. It seemed so important at the time. Include every detail, how he felt, what it felt like, how fast he healed, who was there to see him die. Pages upon pages of his most traumatic experiences bound together in a neat little coil ringer notebook.

Danny remembers the promise. He remembers writing those words. He remembers believing it meant something. There had to be a reason for it, an explanation beyond the science that would reveal to him some great truth about why this happened. He's not foolish enough to believe that anymore.

Twice was never enough.

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

Au idea but what if... in the event Danny actually dies fully... he gets awarded the position of Guardian of Heroism/Peace on the Ghostly Council. His job is to essentially guide heroes throughout the many timelines and dimensions to the right path, he works very closely with Clockwork to do this and in most cases his influence is unseen

i absolutely love this and generally have imagined something similar being his role in king danny fics. it also makes sense with his adoption by clockwork and generally how clockwork has treated their relationship. i think the main line between him being the hero and him being a teacher to heroes is that he could only directly interfere when he was still alive. though i imagine he still goes around the ghost zone solving issues and saving people. likewise it’s his job to deal with any ghost related issues. can’t micromanage it all, but for the more heavy hitters or existence threatening thing, him showing up is both an honor and intimidating as hell.

he’s basically a god. a ghost god, but a god in terms of power. this for many reasons makes a lot of people nervous. at least those who know what he is and just how powerful he is. i could see him entering timelines looking like a teen and just pushing people in the right direction as borderline a sidekick capacity. he’s a good safety net. like he lets the heroes do things on their own but if things get too serious he can reveal that he’s op as hell.

it takes a while before all the league members realize they’ve encountered the same ghost. an this sparks some uncertainty and confusion among them. most of them had one off encounters, where he was just a strange kid who gave them some good advice when they really needed it. other times he interfered a lot more directly and gave them the clockwork special, that is shows them the bad future and give the opportunity to chose a better one. danny taking over this job, outside of the actual time travel element, lightens clockworks load and makes them better partners just in general. danny sharing the lessons he learned and giving people second chances is really nice.

eventually once they put together their information they discover he’s existed for thousands of years and is basically the good or spirit of heroes. a lot of them feel blessed that he would come to him, i’m thinking wonder woman and aquaman in particular, raven too probably. the more science minded ones, like the flash and cyborg are a lot more skeptical of it. anyone with more intense meetings with him, i’m thinking batman and superman are among them, are to appreciative to try and question it too deeply. or well, batman entered an information rabbit hole that he hasn’t been able to escape from, and put it mostly on the back burner to focus on other things. everyone once in a while he’ll find some free time and go back to studying ectobiology, because in theory at some point he’d need a counter to all powerful ghost gods.

superman, i’m imagining his ‘danny helped me’ story is straight up just the plot of injustice. seeing that apocalyptic world made him really grateful that danny changed things and really wary of that path. also like the idea of danny just making nostalgic, “hah, I've been there.” jokes the entire time. basically sups is always down to support danny, we got mostly blind trust from him

for danny’s part he likes helping people and he’s proud of his super-students. watching over them with clockwork is one of his favorite past times when he has the time (with clockwork there is always times). i also want to say that ghost gain power through their obsession. and therefore danny’s obsession with heroics and forming connections with various heroes who do heroics will grow his power further, though at this point he’s op enough that any extra power is just spare change. it adds up over time and i think makes danny’s connection with the various heroes more important, but it doesn’t drain them of anything. it’s just a mutually beneficial system.

maybe he doesn’t start on the power level of the council and his work with the heroes is what builds him up to it? so that he gets some character development to. like the story would start with him recently dying and clockwork laying out that he can become a council member and continue heroic work if he starts teaching other heroes how it’s done. danny being forced to make the transition from a mostly self reliant hero to a teacher, kung fu panda 3 style.

i just really like this, thanks ^u^ - Hestia

[crystalsexarch]

Three: Scale - E

"I can tell your tongue has won you many nights in many beds."

“My tongue indeed.”

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Explicit. Ambiguous female WoL. The Auri Warrior of Light makes an exhibitionist out of one G'raha Tia.

Also on AO3.

Part of the 2021 FFXIV Writing Challenge

G’raha doesn’t know what he expected, but her scales taste much like her skin—like a place his tongue has every right to be.

He has his arms around her waist and his mouth upon her neck. One pale horn juts up against his cheek, but he's paying much more attention to the rubbing of his cock upon her ass. He feels like a teenager, fully clothed, giddy, and grinding on someone from behind. He could just as easily have been slinking around some dark corner of the library between lectures, but he isn't. He's leaned up against a rock in broad daylight, surrounded by the glowing, ghostly ambience of Mor Dhona. From a distance, the wandering eye of a passing sailor might imagine the two a happy couple, not a horny one. Although—to call G'raha's relationship with the Warrior of Light a coupling would be far too generous. He is merely a footnote in the weighty history of Her.

"Finger me," she says, tilting her head to give him better access to all the textures of her neck.

G’raha has fingered her before. He and his dick are happy for the opportunity to do it again. "Gladly," he says, finding the band of her skirt and sinking inside.

"Do it."

"I'll do it!"

"Faster." She spreads her legs and leans forward, peering left and right. Misty Silvertear Lake waits before them, pretending politely not to know what tussles on the shore. "Would you fuck me here?"

He pauses as his index finger finds her clit. Well Warrior, he could say, I think I might fuck you anywhere. But seeing as he can't even decipher the tone of his own half-joke, half-answer, he stutters through another response instead. "Would I…?! I beg your pardon."

"Don't stop fingering me." She grabs his wrist and shoves his hand deeper. Slickness paints the inside of her smalls and the heat of her body. Once she's satisfied with his positioning, she begins roving over his willing hand, practically humping his fingers. "Would you?” Her voice is but a fraction breathier. “Or would you have me walk you back to camp?"

His mouth hangs dumbly open. The Warrior of Light wants him to…?

Here?

Before he can answer, he must assess his current state of affairs. Not long after her arrival at the Find, they wound up sharing the last embers of the campfire two nights in a row. On the third, they shared kisses, and on the fourth she made G'raha come by sitting on his lap and touching herself. Not to be outdone, G'raha invited her to spend the whole night in his humble tent, and by sunrise he had given her a thorough crash course on the nature of miqo'te biology. He would even say she seemed quite pleased to take in the material.

Even then he knew she was the vaunted Warrior of Light, and he a mere scholar—but when he felt his balls smack against her cunt for the first time, he couldn't help but fancy himself a bit heroic.

He started to get ideas.

And now they come back to him. This could be a notable blip in his sexual history, or he could become a part of history itself.

Moments after scolding himself for such an absurd line of thinking, he breathes her name against her neck. The Au Ra hear through their horns, don't they? Just as miqo'te want with rumbling in their throats and saucers in their eyes. "I would," he says with his index bending deep inside her hole. "Have you any reason to doubt my fortitudinous nature?"

She laughs and pinches her nose. "I can tell your tongue has won you many nights in many beds."

He flicks his tail, delighted. "My tongue indeed. Would you—"

"Cease! You said you would do it." She arches her back and casts a testy look over her shoulder. Her tail, lopped over her side, brushes against his thigh in challenge. "Yet here you stand, all buttoned up...with your fingers much wetter than the head of your cock. A pity!"

For all his verbal repertoire, G'raha cannot find the words that fit. "W-well…" He stands up straight and pulls his hand out from her smalls. The motion is indignant, bordering on protest, but the energy of the aftermath is unfocused. He lets the hand hover near her side before closing in and plucking at the hem of her tunic. "Let no man say you're any less an adventurer when it comes to intimacy," he says.

She scoffs and yanks the fabric right out from under his fingers, before taking it off and tossing it to the side. “Complete the quest you’ve been given.”

G’raha swallows. The Warrior of Light is baring her breasts for all the world to see—and for him to hold. Before he does that, he must check a few items off a list he’s scrambling to scribble out in his head.

Her smalls: he hooks a thumb on either side and lowers them to her knees, while she wiggles her hips. From there, she lifts a leg and slips one foot out, snickering. Her skirt: a simpler matter. He rides his hands up from beneath until he’s got a staggering view of her ass under his palms. His dignity as a scholar: something to scrutinize that later, he decides.

“That’s right,” she says, leaning forward to hasten his next steps. “But only if you want to.”

“How could I not want to?” The words are intense, but not harsh. Transfixed, he pulls her close and grabs her breasts from behind, cupping them whole before giving each nipple a reverent pinch. “After all your encouragement, no less…”

“I’m yours!”

Quickly, he lets go to undo his trousers and shove them down to his knees. No going back now, he figures. If he’s anxious, it doesn’t make a difference to his dick. He knows he could slide right in, but first he must relish the sight of his cock set between her cheeks. Rubbing the soft underside of her tail with one hand, he uses the other to form a ring around his shaft and bounce it upon her body.

"Are you looking for the right hole?" she says.

"Shush." He would take either. He would take anything. At this point, she could spit on his dick and he'd find a way to get off over it. He's thankful he'll have something more visceral to lead him into orgasm. When he closes his eyes, he imagines using her empty spaces to empty himself; a vision of thick white lines leaking from between her legs. Maybe he doesn't care if the world catches a glimpse, as well. Who is this woman? What can he be for her?

That's what he's asking when finally he plants his head against her slit and gets to rubbing. Cool, crisp sounds punctuate the immense heat of his precum mixing with her slick. He thinks of crackling lava, oozing through the valley. He wants to be a thing that oozes. He wants to fill what he finds. When her lips catch his swollen head, he hisses in a gulp of air and presses on, presses in.

She shudders and bends her knees, almost like she's desperate to take him deeper. Is she? "Your promises, when kept, feel very good, G'raha…" Her voice suggests—perhaps.

And he likes the sound of that. He likes the feel of her insides squeezing his outside, of doing what he’s done inside, outside. With wind in his ears and his hands on her hips, he makes good on his word and fucks her, a blissed out blankness on his face.

The Warrior of Light..? Really? This vision of heroism is letting him mark time on her backside where any wanderer could wander over and see. A lump takes root in his throat as he edges closer to climax. It’s harder for him to reflect on his conduct when he’s trying to think whole thoughts over a barrage of calculated moans.

“Someone...someone’ll hear you,” he barely manages to choke out.

“What shall they do?” she says. “Stop me? Stop you?”

No he thinks. And then he says it out loud, reaching for her breasts again. He wants to believe in the version of himself that is close to a hero like this. Fucking was simply the fastest way to close the distance . Of all the aches he feels for her, just one is stronger than the one compelling him to buck into her until his thighs burn—the ache to truly know her, to be a part of her destiny.

“Don’t stop,” she says. She’s reaching out to the ground, almost fully leaned over. “I’m close. Close.”

He is, too, to many great things. Coming, crying, calling out her name. Confessing. Cursing. Once more, he asks himself—could he ever be content as the redhead who fucked the Warrior of Light in Mor Dhona? Or would he rather take a great leap and become...

“Shout,” he says.

“Oh?”

“My name. As loud as you can.” He pulls her backwards by the hip and grunts.

She spills laughter over her fingers. “Loud as I…? Ha! What happened to—”

“Are you going to do it?” He edges out so the head of his cock is just past her threshold. Deep in concentration, he grinds his teeth and feels his eyes go wide. He's never wielded so much will in his life.

“G’raha! Keep going!”

“Shout then!” His own voice echoes over the water as he rams back inside and works himself once more to the precipice.

She whimpers and tenses her tail. “Yes! G’raha Tia!” Her knees come together hard. She’d have fallen over if his grip weren’t so steady. “G’raha Tia! G’raha Tia! G’raha Tia!”

The clench of her orgasm pulls him closer to his. Over and over again, she calls his name until he can hardly recognize the syllables through her frenzy. G’raha Tia, G’raha Tia, G’raha Tia! This place shall ever remember, and so shall she. She’ll remember, he tells himself. She will. And so he comes.

He surges forward with the first spurt of seed. Trying to catch his balance, he falls back a few ilms to the rock behind him, pulling her along by the waist. He does his best to fuck her from the strained position, only stopping when his legs ache more than the heat in his belly. Even then, he doesn’t pull out; they merely readjust to their original standing position and breathe together.

G’raha wipes his brow and slicks his bangs back. “You...you can call me ‘Raha’ next time. If you’d like.”

She laughs and smacks her tail against his waist. “Next time, hm? Perhaps there is a boldness to you...”

After this scene, this reckoning, he knows he’ll be blushing at the thought of her hand in his by the morrow.

[luthorao3]

I swear I'm going to send this and then I'm suddenly going to notice several grammatical mistakes immediately after, but here's that longer-than-intended summary for MC and Nadia meeting in the Pirate AU!

MC slips onto a merchant ship one night as a scout to check if the merchant has a particular treasure the Poppy is after. She sneaks over the side after Leon uses a small row boat to get close to the side of the anchored ship (the Gilded Poppy itself is hidden some distance away so nobody in a crow's nest can raise the alarm, and row boats are much harder to spot in the dark and less threatening anyway). Leon rows back, and is meant to drop back to pick her up after an hour or so to give her time to map out the place, assess if the treasure is there, if it is work out security measures, guard numbers, etc.

It's just MC's luck that the merchant ship is attacked by The Flashpoint within that exact hour, when Leon's too far away to do anything and the rest of the Poppy is blissfully unaware.

Nadia does not believe in the Gilded Poppy myth. Like many others, she finds the notion of a ship only ever appearing out of the fog and pirates who leave no casualties ridiculous. So, when amongst the chaos fighting she finds a woman who is clearly not with the merchant or the standard crew of the ship, she's intrigued but doesn't even consider the idea of the Poppy symbol she wears meaning anything significant. Her first thought is stowaway, which she taunts MC with as she smacks her cutlass with her own, thinking that MC had just picked it up during the battle.

But MC surprises her by fighting back, and it's obvious that MC has been taught by someone how to fight, even if she isn't as practiced as Nadia is. It's enough of a surprise to intrigue her even more, and while they're fighting (sparring really, Nadia isn't about to kill a beautiful woman when she hasn't worked out the mystery of her yet - she wants to know and it's the challenge of working it out) MC isn't losing control despite clearly being irritated, but she keeps up with the banter Nadia throws her way, trying to verbally distract her, and when the ship's starting to sink Nadia takes the opportunity to disarm MC and knock her out.

Which is how MC wakes up in The Flashpoint, in a cell with shackles around her wrists. Nadia visits, smug and obnoxious and prodding, asking questions that MC either evades or twists around on Nadia until Nadia realises five minutes later that she never answered.

And Nadia loves challenges, so even if the mysterious woman in her cell is frustrating as hell, she's still curious and determined (and amused, when MC gets particularly annoyed or flustered - isn't that blush a nice colour on her? And maybe Nadia's also flirting a bit despite MC saying that she's taken). Maybe she even arranges a dinner between them, partly to flirt, partly to lower MC's guard and try to get some information out of her.

And she does. MC warns her that her crew will be coming to rescue her. Nadia pays attention to the newfound knowledge that MC's a pirate, but dismisses the idea that The Flashpoint would be attacked. They had open waters on all sides bar some cliffs on starboard's side they were using to hide, and the alarm would be raised if the lookout saw a ship gunning for them, and someone would have noticed if a trail was being left behind (pity she never thought that a Hippocampus could track a boat unseen and lead another ship onwards). She offers MC a spot on Flashpoint which is firmly declined and Nadia's sure that she'll change her mind given enough time when her crew don't find her.

MC smirks a little at that.

Two nights later, fog descends. Nadia can barely see a thing as she barks orders to her crew - the navigator needs to stop so they don't steer straight into a rock for fucks sake, and someone deal with the sails so they don't pick up the wind. Then she's noticing movement in the fog, and she's squinting to try and see but the fog keeps getting thicker.

"Looks like I win our bet, Captain."

MC's on the upper deck, looking down at her grinning, and she should be in a cell, not up there, but then her words register and Nadia spins around, trying to see if it is a ship and what the sail looks like because what lunatics would sail in fog this bad?

A Poppy sail stares back at her for two seconds before the fog thickens until she can barely see the outline. The enemy ship is faint, a ghostly image as it bears down on her. For a moment she thinks she can see a silhouette of a man at the helm, and she sees a shape on his shoulder but it's not a parrot being used by someone trying to fit the stereotype, it's a cat. A freaking cat is standing across his shoulders.

Gunpowder lights up, exploding in an empty part of The Flashpoint - courtesy of Jett who slipped on board unnoticed not long ago through the same row boat technique MC used with the merchant's boat. He hadn't even needed to bring his own gunpowder because Nadia keeps an extreme/dangerous amount of it onboard. In fact he had done away with some of it to keep the explosion from being too large. Nadia's crew is in chaos and people are already diving overboard to swim to shore as the boat gains water, and someone has just used a rope to swing over her head like some heroic figure from an old fable to land at MC's side.

"Ready to go, darling?"

MC tosses Nadia a grin and a wave as Vivienne (who wears a half-mask that leaves her mouth and lipstick uncovered), wraps an arm around her and they leap over to the Gilded Poppy as it steers dangerously close to the sinking ship. Nadia memorises MC's face, the woman with the red-painted lips, the Poppy sail, and the look of the ship as best as she can in the fog as she dives overboard to swim for shore.

She memorises anything that could help her track down the ship again.

HIHIHIHIHI IM LOVE THIS A LOT!!

i can just perfectly picture the stank look on nadia’s face at the end— and then it twisting into an excited little smile. nadia’s never had the patience for mystery but, oh, she enjoys a challenge…

nadia obsessing over the poppy, figuring out their m.o., the trail of slaver vessels that mysteriously lose all of their cargo and then sink to the bottom of the ocean, never to be used again… the poppy certainly isn’t without her enemies, and nadia keeps an ear to the wind for those, too. when the poppy actually get themselves into a bit of a pickle, nadia is there. flashpoint would be known for her guns - for nadia’s tendency to blow anything that’s coming her way out of the water (the gilded poppy were lucky that they caught her crew by surprise, that night) - and nadia runs bloody riot on those who come to track the poppy down. and it’s a bloodbath. the poppy would be so turned off. but in the midst of it, a sliver on uncertainty. had flashpoint meant to ally herself with the poppy, or was nadia simply bearing her teeth?

i want the mental image of nadia and mc sword fighting etching into my eyelids, thanks! nadia with those god awful old pistols, too. and covered in scars. aaaaah, baby baby…..

[hayjeon]

demigod!jungkook (son of zeus!au) with daughter of hades!reader 

part 1 | part 2

warning: death of character, some gross fluff, and lots of percy jackson references

note: thank you to whoever requested this! hope you like it 

“Oh my god, Jungkook! Jungkook!” You cry, angry tears streaming out of your face as the clouds darken and thunder rolls loudly, as if they’re mourning their demigod with you. 

You scream as you stand protectively over Jungkook’s fallen figure and raise your hands towards the sky of the Underworld, tears streaming down your face and rain soaking the both of you as the monster in front of you roars and begins to charge towards your direction. 

Fire begins to flicker at your fingertips and the ground begins to rumble as you focus your energy, the anger, the injustice, and the vengeance over Jungkook’s death into your hands. Slowly, a dark hole begins to open up from the ground, emitting horrid groans and wails from the creatures that were cursed to Tartarus forever. You’d only heard about the children of Hades being able to open portals to Tartarus, but you now realize that the focused energy from your hands, along with the thunder and lightning that Jungkook had summoned was helping you channel the power enough to do so. 

The monster trips into the hole and roars, wrenching his foot to try and get out, but there is no use. You watch in horror as immediately, ghostly hands of souls lost forever in Tartarus begin to grip at his horns, his skin, skeletal figures climbing onto him and dragging him down, down, until his roars and the cries of the lost souls seem to have disappeared forever. 

You collapse on the ground as the hole closes up, and the darkness fades. One of the hellhounds bound up to you, no longer afraid of the hole you’d opened up, and licks your face and whines as he butts your hand with his head. 

You open your eyes, breathing heavily, tears streaming down as you turn, your whole body burning with overuse and exhaustion as you pull yourself up and kneel next to Jungkook’s body. 

His handsome face is matted with blood and dirt, and the rain cakes his dark hair to his face that looks much paler and more gaunt than it did when the both of you left Camp Halfblood a few days ago. He’d jumped in front of the monster when you were distracted with fighting the other smaller minions, and the monster had completely pierced Jungkook’s torso with his horn. 

“Jungkook! Please,” You cry, rocking back and forth. “Please, no, you were my only good friend, the only person I could trust. Please, no, not again. I can’t lose you, too. Everyone that comes near me gets hurt, this is all my fault.” 

You cry, wailing in anger as you hold his corpse close, cradling his head against your chest as you watch the rain slowly wash the blood and dirt away. The hellhounds whine and lower their heads as they watch the both of you, and the fires of the Underworld around you seem to dim in honor of the demigod who’d given his life for the daughter of their King. 

You return to Camp Halfblood, and it takes a few weeks to adjust to everything. Jungkook’s house brother, Jinwoo, is a small child who’d yet to find his powers, but was left with nothing after his birth mother had passed. He’d been stuck in the Underworld because he’d tried to follow his mother unknowingly. The House of Zeus takes in the small boy easily, surrounding him with as much warmth and joy that they can muster, while mourning the death of Jungkook. 

The funeral rips you apart. 

All the houses gather beneath the large oak tree, everyone in solemn silence as the camp director and the new appointed head of the House of Zeus give their graces in remembrance of one of their bravest and most honorable soldiers. 

It seemed to be a blessing in disguise, Jungkook’s funeral, as it allowed both your houses to cooperate in a way that the Houses of Zeus and Hades had never collaborated before. Hellhounds that had come to love Jungkook stood in the perimeter of the funeral lines, their sleek black coats adorned with beautiful leather collars that the House of Ares had designed. The coffin had been designed by your house, adorned with as much symbolism of the scenes that represented Jungkook the best. 

Even though his body was stuck in the Underworld, the children of Hades had done their best to commemorate his life by creating a beautiful coffin with engravings of his bravery. They’d captured the moment when Jungkook was able to find the entrance to the Underworld by skillfully tricking the gatekeeper with his wit. They’d captured when Jungkook had slayed the harpy that was following you both. Scenes of Jungkook summoning and calling forth storms and bolts of lightning were heroically etched into the sides. Each movement and scene was carved beautiful into a dark onyx wood. Your eyes teared up again as you looked over the beauty of the coffin. You were even there, behind Jungkook as he faces the beast that killed him with a face of determination and bravery. Seeing that scene had made you lose it from crying too much. 

The tree had been decorated with beautiful flowers by the House of Aphrodite, and the House of Poseidon had prepared a boat to place the coffin on and burn later to symbolize the release of Jungkook’s soul. The House of Zeus all stood at the ready, in order to sound thunder as the final call. 

Your shoulders slump as you watch the empty coffin being placed onto the boat. A member from the House of Apollo shoots a flaming arrow onto the boat, and the entire camp watches in respect as the burning boat begins floating away from the scene. Thunder booms throughout the land in organized beats to send off the warrior. Jinwoo hugs your leg, a little scared of the solemness of the whole scene and the overwhelming sounds, and you smooth back his hair and clutch him as you both watch the boat float away. 

Suddenly, a clap of lightning splits open the sky, and hits the boat. All of you gasp or scream in shock as the fire is put out. Murmurs round up in the crowd as you watch more strikes of lightning hit the boat until it lays destroyed in pieces on the lake. 

“What the hell?!” You cry, angrily eyeing the House of Zeus. “This is not the proper way to send off a demigod! Who is summoning the lightning?!” 

They murmur between themselves, one stepping up with confusion. “It wasn’t any of us, I swear! That kind of power is only possible by the strongest of us, or Zeus himself!” 

You frown, whipping your head around to the lake, and you see that the pieces of the boat are completely gone and washed away. The clouds gather, swirling in an ominous shape above you all, and some demigods begin to scream and run away as the wind begins to whip your hair around and sting your eyes. You send off Jinwoo in fear of him getting hurt. 

But you stand your ground, squinting into the center of the cloud whirlpool as things begin to escalate, and then suddenly--

Baam! 

A streak of lightning from the center of the clouds hits the ground inches away from you and you shriek as you fall backwards, hands gripping the soil as the ground shakes beneath you. 

“Please!” You cry out of instinct, fearful that Zeus was now taking revenge on you for sparing the life of his child. “Please, no!” 

“Hey, get up.”

Your eyes open in shock, and you scramble to turn as you find yourself looking up at a smiling Jungkook, alive, and completely scratch-less. Your eyes are open in horror now, as you realize Zeus had completely assumed the body of his son to torture you, to remind you of what you’ve done to your closest friend, and your first love. To remind you that anyone who gets close to you will always die, and get hurt. 

Tears stream down your eyes as you clamber away from his figure. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I killed him, I never meant to. I loved him so much but I didn’t know how to tell him because e-everytime I love someone they get hurt be-because of m-me and I always--” 

He catches up to you and kneels next to you as he pulls you into a tight hug. He literally crushes the air out of you and cuts your words off as he shushes you. “Shhh, it’s me. Jungkook. I’m back. Please, all I’ve been waiting for is to be able to hug you again.” 

You clutch him in shock. “J-Jungkook? H-how? You--, you died, I-I saw you d-dead--” 

He pulls back, gazing into your eyes with that look, the ones that made your knees weak. “I did. I remember everything being dark, and then suddenly, I was in the throne room of Mount Olympus. The gods, they--” He pauses to wipe your tears off your cheeks, “They saw what we did, and they saw that I died trying to protect you, and not myself. They voted, together, to give me another chance. It was also because of you, too.” 

You can’t say anything besides cry and let your hands raise to gently cup his cheek, the one that you’d last seen with cuts and bruises all over, clean and healthy and firm and warm in your palms. 

“I-I can’t believe this.” You manage, croaking out as he helps you stand. “You’re alive.” 

His gaze softens as he holds you. 

“If you can’t believe it, then maybe this might help.” He leans in, hands cupping your cheeks and angling your face upwards. He presses his lips to yours in desperation, and you close your eyes and clutch his arms as he kisses you. He breaks away to rest his forehead against yours. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that,” he whispers, and when you give a slight laugh, he laughs in response, leaning in to kiss you again. 

You’re interrupted by cheers and whoops from the crowd of people who’d stayed to watch what had happened. Embarrassed, you hide your face in your hands and cower into his chest as Jungkook holds you close and waves to everyone. 

The funeral is transformed into a festival to receive Jungkook, and the entire night is full of good food, music, and laughter, and Jungkook gets to tell the story of what exactly happened in the Underworld with you, and the aftermath that led to him being revived from the dead. 

After everything calms down, he excuses himself and grips your hand. Smiling down at you, he leads you away from the eyes of everyone and silently leads you to the woods. After a long walk, he stops at a tree that overlooks the canyon that Camp Halfblood was built on. Sitting down against it, he pulls you close as you both face the view. 

The sun was setting and cast a beautiful glow over the woods, but you can’t be bothered. You just gaze into his eyes, eyes running over his eyebrows, his nose, his lips, everything. You just can’t believe he’s alive. 

He chuckles as you just ogle him. “Are you done yet?” 

You shake your head. “No, I just can’t believe it.” 

He laughs again, pinching your cheek a little. “Even after I kissed you?” 

You don’t even retort with a frown or a snarky comment. He watches in amusement as you blush. “I don’t even know what to say.”

He softens at that, hand coming up to brush softly against your cheek. “I missed you,” he murmurs, smoothing back your hair and tucking it behind your ear. “I only thought of you from the moment everything ended.” 

You watch him as he continues, “I heard you, I heard you crying and apologizing and telling me that it was your fault. I knew I couldn’t just leave like that. Not when you blamed yourself for it.” 

You frown at that. “It was my fault though. If I had been more careful and had fired that bolt at the monster when it--”

He leans forward and kisses you. His lips cover yours hotly, lower lip coming up between yours as he mouths softly at yours. When he breaks away, he smirks at your hot cheeks. “Everytime you say something stupid, I’m just gonna kiss you.” 

You frown at him. “Stupid?” 

He nods. “Yes, stupid. It wasn’t your fault. I want you to know that I would jump in front of that monster over and over again. It wasn’t a mistake. I did that knowing the consequences. It has nothing to do with you or whatever you think your curse is that hurts the people who come close to you. I did it because you’re worth it to me. I’d do it all over again if given the choice.” 

You tear up and he chuckles again as he leans in to kiss your tears away. 

“I didn’t know you cried so much, you baby,” he chortles, “remember when I couldn’t even get you to talk to me that first day? And then you beat me up because I made fun of your laugh.” 

You chuckle and punch his shoulder. He grips the hand and pulls you even closer, forehead resting against yours. 

He’s reveling in the moment when you suddenly pull back with a frown. “Wait a second. Did you basically just confess to me?” 

He blinks, “Uh, yeah. I thought that was obvious.” 

“So...” you ponder, “You like me? Like, you actually like-like me?” 

He rolls his eyes. “I thought that was obvious when I threw myself in front of the monster for you.” 

“No like, not in a friend-way, but in a love-way? Like, as a girl?” 

He looks at you for a long time. “I thought that was obvious when I shoved my tongue down your throat.” 

You laugh at that. “Ugh, you’re still the gross Jungkook that I know. Going to Mount Olympus did nothing to tame that nasty mouth of yours.” 

He chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulls you closer by the waist. “Let me show you what this mouth can do after Mount Olympus.”