Another Ghost Dragon Prompt? Indeed.
The Ward had made a mistake. Had stolen something that had caused the very Skies to lash out, entire worlds at risk from their actions.
Time Itself shrieked in rage at the loss of Its child, or at least that's how every magic user- and the speedsters, pale and shaken and looking sick- had described it.
Someone had taken the young prince of the Infinite, and it was not the Tyrant King, long since sealed away, that lead the charge, but the Queen Regent that many had long since forgotten.
Many forgot that it was not the Dark who courted Time, but Time who courted the Dark. That It was just, if not more so, merciless as Its partner, and would Devour worlds should Its child- still with newdeath soft scales- was not returned.
Which meant that for the heroes, there was now a Clock ticking down ever so quietly. They had to take care of what was a government branch, had to deal with consequences of going over the law, or their World would End in dragon fire.
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COWBOY GHOST FOR THE WINNNNNN
Friends and loved ones I present the morning after Ghost and MC's "one night stand" or at least, the funniest part of it...
You are going to be so spectacularly late to morning rounds, your dad is gonna be pissed. You tug on your boots, barely managing to put your phone to your ear as you dial the only number you know by heart. Simon is yawning behind you, the jingle of keys distracting you from the ring of the phone as you tug the front door open just as the other line picks up. Then you're staring up at your dad, his phone raised to his ear and his fist raised to knock. You feel your blood drain out.
"Daddy," You say, shock barely keeping you steady.
"Goose?" His voice doubles between him and the phone against your ear. You hang up immediately.
"Daddy?" Simon's voice questions behind you, half asleep and apparently not understanding how fucked he's about to be as your father's eyes narrow.
"Ghost." It's terse, but familiar, a nickname(or a callsign) you realize with dawning horror.
"Captain," Simon's voice is short, tight, and awake. Now it seems to have sunk in, you glance over your shoulder and see your one night stand standing at attention. Simon's shoulders are back, and his feet are together. You look back at your dad, feeling infinitely more fucked than you already were.
"Captain?" You squeak, feeling the weight of your father's gaze as it falls on you again. The understanding that they know each other is like ice in your veins.
"Wait, Goose?" Simon's voice is tighter, hitting the bargaining phase in record time, "Fuck me. Price, I swear-"
"Goose. Chores. Now." Your father cuts him off through grit teeth. You scurry out the door and around him, all but sprinting towards the main house. You'd bet you have a solid 10 minutes to get changed and get started before the sheriff shows up about an attempted murder. Which leaves you almost no time to find a way out of the shit storm that's coming your way.
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