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goodfish-bowl · 4 years ago

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@floralflowerpower here’s the fic you asked for, took me a bit but I think it turned out pretty well!

based on this post and this headcanon

Summary: Danny had to admit, he’d never thought something like this would happen. Usually, the roles were reversed, and he’d be the one bursting in through warehouse doors, guns blazing, ready to kick some ghost butt. Never thought he’d be the one dangling precariously close to a large vat of somewhat familiar bubbling ectoplasm, while the stereotypical villain paced near the lever that would drop him to his doom. That made him the damsel in distress, a concerning idea.

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Danny had to admit, he’d never thought something like this would happen. Usually, the roles were reversed, and he’d be the one bursting in through warehouse doors, guns blazing, ready to kick some ghost butt. Never thought he’d be the one dangling precariously close to a large vat of somewhat familiar bubbling ectoplasm, while the stereotypical villain paced near the lever that would drop him to his doom. That made him the damsel in distress, a concerning idea.

Normally, this wouldn’t be concerning, but he couldn’t phase through the chain that was wrapped around him enough times he resembled a cocoon rather than a hostage. It must’ve come from the Ghost Zone, with the light glow emitting from the mental links and the lack of burning pain associated with anti-ghost coatings and ectoranium. At least he bought local. He liked the energy coming off of the surprisingly large container of ectoplasm, radiating a glow and mist that bathed everything he saw in green, even less than the idea of being chained upside-down over said vat. He didn’t want to find out why.

Who was this loser anyway? The ghost lawyer? He’d never seen, heard, nor smelled this ghost in his entire half-life. His navy suit contrasted awfully with his green skin, violet eyes, and mint-green hair, and those red shoes definitely didn’t match any of it. What a lame villain, couldn’t even dress himself properly.

“Hey! Looser!” Danny called out, and the lawyer ghost perked up.

“Splendid! You’re awake! It would’ve been anticlimactic if you stayed unconscious,” the ghost remarked.

“Should’ve stayed unconscious, it would’ve kept me from having to witness your crime against fashion. Who are you and how’d I get here? Last I checked you didn’t ask me if I wanted to hang out?” Danny quipped.

“I am Wright, a ghost of due process and order, and your darling Valerie Gray has thwarted me for the last time! I boyfriend-napped you to draw her here! Your doom will serve as her punishment,” Wright exclaimed, like a looser.

Danny just stared at the ghost for a minute as his head attempted to wrap around what was going on, and hanging upside down, wrapped in chains, didn’t help.

“’Boyfriend-napped? Seriously? That’s not even a word, and Val and I stopped dating, like, a year ago!” Danny pointed out.

“Irrelevant,” Wright huffed, ”You still hold her affections, and your death will cause her the same grief she caused me.”

Danny scoffed, “What’d she do to you anyways? She shoots at all the ghosts, you’re not special.”

“I wasn’t aware that you knew about her… nightly activities,” Wright stated, and Danny gave him a look.

“Ok, let me get this straight, who am I to you?” Danny asked, confused. Most ghosts were aware that Valerie was the Red Huntress, and Wright had yet to make a remark about having “captured Phantom”.

“Daniel Fenton, the son of the infamous ghosthunters Madeline and Jack Fenton of Amity Park, and the former sweetheart of Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress,” Wright announced.

“Right, ok. What do you know about Phantom?”

“I hold great admiration for the protector of Amity Park! He goes through the process of capturing ghosts with efficiency and never acts without just cause! He’s a powerful ghost worthy of the titles bestowed upon him! He valiantly defends both his haunt and the people who live there, both human and ghost! Truly a pillar of order and process!” Wright gushed and Danny fought the urge to roll his eyes, ”What does this have to do with you, however?”

Danny frowned, fighting off the reflex to claim Amity wasn’t his haunt, but his home. The praise was appreciated, but he really didn’t understand why this ghost held him so high. He was more surprised by the fact that this ghost didn’t know that Phantom and Fenton were the same damn person and that he had just kidnapped someone he held in such high regard.

“What do you mean by ‘order and process’?” Danny asked, just to get a proper definition as to what this poorly dressed lawyer was on.

“He properly maintains a level of organization and protection in Amity Park, protecting the order and in every single fight plays out how it’s supposed to be. A trespasser with malicious intentions shows up, Phantom arrives shortly, they banter and fight, Phantom emerges victorious, and the trespasser is removed from the premises, thus process. Does that make sense to your feeble human mind?” Wright chastised, explaining himself carefully.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Well, aren’t you a ghost ‘trespassing’ in Amity Park? Doesn’t that mean Phantom will he show up to save m, tossing you back into the Zone?” Danny bluffed.

“But we’re not in Amity Park, I may have boyfriend-napped–“

“Please never say that word again.”

“-you from there, but that’s not where we currently are. Red Huntress operates out of Elmertown, and I would never infringe upon Phantom’s haunt!”

Huh, Danny supposed that made sense to a point, he never really dealt with ghosts in Elmertown, since they were usually just low-level specters that usually didn’t mean any harm. If Val was operating out of here, then it made sense that there would be so few ghosts, and also that the ghosts that were afraid or ‘admired’ him like Wright would stick to Elmertown rather than Amity.

“And Val doesn’t follow your version of ‘order and process’?”

“NO! She shows up, never lets me get through my proper monologue or cause the necessary level of chaos, and then threatens my afterlife, completely uncivilized! What an improper lady! Always shooting first, never asking questions!” Wright exasperated.

“Sorry, but that’s Val’s order and process. Guns blazing and ready to kick some ghost butt.”

Valerie burst in through the doors, with perfect theatric timing, her ecto-rifle poised and aimed at Wright.

“Danny!” she exclaimed, immediately focusing on him before shifting her rage towards the ghost in the room.

Oh boy, did she look pissed. Danny wasn’t sure if he’d ever pushed her to the point Wright currently had. Her suit blazed with scarlet energy, read to fire at the drop of a hat, bright enough Danny could see it over the green haze of the pool of ectoplasm beneath him.

“Finally! It took you long enough. I left a note and everything,” Wright complained, unmoved by her anger.

“Let Danny go, or I blast a hole straight through you this time, Wright,” Valerie snarled.

Wright sneered, ”You shoot me, and I drop the boy-toy into a vat of concentrated ectoplasm. There’s not even enough distance for you to swoop in and save him before he’s at least partially submerged.”

Valerie looked over to Danny, and he almost smiled in greeting, but he managed to stop himself as a particular detail resurfaced. Fenton didn’t know Valerie was the Red Huntress, that was knowledge only Phantom was privy to. Damn it. Valerie’s eyes were wide in fear under her visor, and her grip tightened on her rifle considerably. Danny couldn’t make a joke or anything, and he was forced to fill his expression with unfamiliarity and panic, like a proper actor. He met her eyes anyways, cool and calm, before gritting his teeth. He trusted Valerie, she would save him, but he also knew her well enough to know she hated playing along. Valerie hadn’t realized that the Red Huntress wasn’t supposed to know Danny Fenton either, so perhaps it evened out in its own way.

“Dragging a bystander into a personal fight is just like a ghost,” she spat the word, “What is it you want?”

Wright began with a flourish of his arms, “For everything to play out in the proper order of course! For an order to be restored to your haphazard violence! We are going to go through all of the proper motions of this encounter and the winner will always be the hero! We just have to figure out who’s who.”

“I’m not letting you monologue while Da-… while an innocent is hanging over… whatever that is!” Valerie protested.

“I never expected such an aggressive and weak-minded being such as you to understand the importance of doing things the right way! That’s why I needed a hostage.” Wright huffed. “Also, It’s concentrated ectoplasm. like the name implies its densely packed ectoplasm, a powerful source of energy for both ghosts and most of your human anti-ghost technology, but burns through humans faster than hydrochloric acid,” Wright explained, and Danny couldn’t help but pale in response.

Oh… that was bad, and no wonder he recognized it, he’d seen it in small amounts around the lab. Danny also didn’t want to see how he, a half-ghost currently human, would react to it. Valerie also apparently didn’t want to find out, more than she wanted to blast a hole through Wright apparently. Her shoulders began trembling and she grit her teeth, glancing rapidly between where Danny was dangling and where Wright waited patiently for her to make her decision. Danny took a deep breath and called out to her, snapping her out of her internal conflict.

“Don’t worry about me, Red Huntress! I’ll just hang out right here! I’m not going anywhere!”

Valerie sent Danny a look, exasperated and melancholic, most likely due to the pun, before setting her gaze on Wright, who had a large grin on his face displaying way too many teeth.

“Fine,” she spat, “let’s get this over with.”

“Wonderful!” Wright clapped his hands, “As you can see, Red Huntress, I have captured Danny Fenton! And unless you defeat me in the next three minutes, he will get dropped to his doom!”

“Wait, there’s a timer?” Danny asked, and Wright ignored his interruption, hitting a button next to the lever, probably starting the timer.

“Now meet your maker, Red Huntress!”

Wright vaulted over the bars of the platform he was standing on, directly at Valerie. She met him halfway with a crimson blast, energy meeting the sole of his atrocious red shoes in a form of deflection, launching him into the air where he remained suspended. He launched several violet ectoblasts while Valerie charged up her gun again, taking to the air as her hoverboard formed beneath her feet. They began a combination of hand-to-hand strikes and blasts midair, often speeding out of Danny’s view as he craned his neck to witness the fight. There was too much blood in his head for him to focus properly, but there was something off about the way Wright fought.

One, two, three, five ecto blasts, then he switched to close combat, striking 7 times with his fists and ending in a kick to gain some distance before firing ectoblasts again. It was in order…

“Red! He’s fighting in a pattern! Five blasts, seven punches, one kick!” Danny called out.

They careened back in front of him, and Val nodded in confirmation. Wright ended with a kick and floated back into the air.

“I’ve seen you figured me out! But it will not allow you to defeat me!”

Wright fired off his blasts, and Valerie easily countered them, now knowing what to expect. Wright came in close again, attempting to rush her. His fist connected to her forearms 6 times, each blocked easily and efficiently by Valerie’s suit, doing practically no damage. She had positioned herself right near the chain that held Danny above ‘his doom’. Wright had one more hit left, but rather than take it he backed off, just as the timer beeped.

“It seems it’s time for us to end this charade, Red Huntress.” Wright declared and broke the pattern early and fired a clean and precise ectoblast behind Valerie.

The chain went slack, and Danny plummeted. Valerie grasped it in desperation shouting something he couldn’t hear, but it was too late, the upper half of his body dunked below the surface.

It was like getting dunked into freezing water, at least before he became immune to the cold. It sent shivers and rose goosebumps along every single point of contact, he saw nothing but green. It felt like the submerged half of his body had fallen asleep, pins and needles piercing his skin, but never actually hurting him. Danny thrashed despite this, desperate to get out the concoction meant to kill him, not realizing he wasn’t in pain as panic swept away any other rational thought.

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“Danny!” Valerie shouted, grasping desperately for the chain.

It skid in her grip, a yard too late and Danny slipped halfway below the surface. His whole body thrashed sending ripples across the surface but making no sound. She screamed, her voice filling the empty void of Danny’s soundlessness. It was already too late, some part of her mind spoke, but she refused to acknowledge it. As fast she physically could, she tied the chain to the closest bar and launched herself on her hoverboard. She snapped the chain Danny was hanging from with ease and a grief-filled ectoblast, and took Danny down to the ground, careful not to touch the green sludge the covered the upper half of his torso.

Valerie’s hoverboard collapsed back into her suit, and then they met eyes, something that her mind could barely register. Even more than that, she wasn’t looking at the face that had plummeted into the vat. Phantom’s eyes stared back wide, bright green and covered in ectoplasm, stared back on her, while the bottom half remained clothed in jeans and battered red converse. Her mind short-circuited, and she was pretty sure her suit as well from the beating it had just taken.

Danny… Phantom… whoever the hell she was staring at seemed to finally realize that he was out, let out a cough, rolling over onto his stomach to purge the concentrated ectoplasm from his lung, and heaved a deep breath of air he couldn’t possibly need once they were clear. He rolled back over and sat up, shifting in the chains, trying to get out of them.

Valerie saw red, and snatched the chains, pulling Phantom’s face close to hers, a snarl on her face. Phantom’s eyes widened and he yelped at the sudden tug.

“Is this what you do?! You teamed up with Wright of all ghosts to get to me?!” Valerie cried.

Phantom’s eyes widened, confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was kidnapped!” He yelped.

“Don’t lie to me Phantom!”

Phantom froze, looking like a dear caught in headlights. He frantically tried to glance himself over, writhing in place, still unable to move his arms since he was still chained up. Valerie had no intention of unchaining him now. He caught sight of his jumpsuit and shook some of his soaked hair into his face, catching its color.

“Oh.”

“What do you mean ‘Oh’?!”

“Just learned what happens when I get drenched in concentrated ectoplasm.” His tone was even and quiet and only served to infuriate her further.

“Answer me, Phantom!”

“I didn’t lie!” He shouted right back, “He really did kidnap me!”

“Then where is Danny?! He’s still missing. Does Wright still have him?” She demanded.

Phantom shifted around in the chains again, and Valerie unceremoniously dropped him to the floor. He grunted by was focused on the chains now. Phantom’s eyes flared ice blue, overtaking their normal toxic green, and the chains froze solid. With enough strain, the metal links shattered and clattered uselessly to the floor. He stretched his arms and glanced them over.

There was a line, clear and definable, where the ectoplasm hadn’t touched him. Under the green substance, was Phantom, jumpsuit and all, but Valerie was fixated on the borderline, as was Phantom, where the jumpsuit transitioned into Danny’s iconic red and white shirt. There were no gloves on his hands, and the jumpsuit ceased existing halfway down his arms, and the skin underneath the goo was the same color as Phantom’s face, but the dry areas were the same pale as Danny’s skin.

“I’m right here, Valerie,” Phantom said, looking straight through her.

Valerie scoffed, “I see you here, Phantom, but where’s Danny Fenton?”

“I’m Danny Fenton.”

Of all the things Phantom could’ve said, that wasn’t the answer she wanted. For the second time that night, her mind reeled to a halt.

"You can’t be Danny, you’re a ghost,” Valerie justified.

“And people can die? I just happen to be caught in the middle.” Phantom said, making no sense.

“You died? Danny’s dead?” Her voice came out quietly, almost a whimper.

“I’m more like half-dead.” He had the nerve to laugh. “A bit of both ghost and human mixed together, I can be either-or.”

“What was the name of the flour baby we raised together?” She pressed, looking for a piece of information Danny would know, but Phantom shouldn’t.

“We… we didn’t name it, did we? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t one of the requirements Mr. Lancer gave us.” Phantom responded with a weak chuckle.

Valerie looked at him, really looked at him. Phantom and Fenton didn’t really look that different, in fact, they were surprisingly similar to the point it was eerie. He had always looked freakily familiar, and now she knew why. They had the same facial structure, hairstyle, and even the awful senses of humor lined up. The only difference was that Phantom was a ghost, and Danny was human.

“How can you be half-dead?” Valerie asked.

“Turns out the portal is really dark on the inside, that is until you turn it on from the inside.”

It took Valerie a minute, but then she understood. She fully understood. Her helmet and visor retracted, revealing her watering eyes. Danny was Phantom, and Phantom was Danny. He wasn’t being overshadowed, overshadowing didn’t look like this, not half-covered in ectoplasm like he was. Danny didn’t make eye contact, choosing instead to collect a bit of it onto his finger, watching intently as his skin sizzled, glowing white and the edges and spreading like a chemical reaction until it reached the edge of the ectoplasm. The skin became discolored, and a bit of white-silver glove appeared, manifesting all on its own underneath the goop. Then he had the nerve to lick it off.

Valerie scrunched up her face in disgust while Phantom seemed to contemplate the taste, still focusing on his finger. The darker skin tone and glove seemed to dissolve away on their own back into pale skin once the ectoplasm was gone. Danny really was Phantom.

Valerie threw herself onto the ground and punched him as hard as she could in her given state, her suit protecting her from the concentrated ectoplasm on his body that could possibly burn her if Wright was to be trusted.

“Ouch!” Danny complained, rubbing his arm where she’d hit, the ectoplasm spreading to his hand forming the glove again.

“I dated you!” Valerie protested, “I dated you, and then broke up with you!”

Danny’s gaze shifted around, confused and sheepish. “Y-yeah?”

“I broke up with you to focus on hunting you!”

“Yeah?”

“And you knew this entire damn time!”

“Uhhhhhh… yeah.” He admitted, looking down awkwardly and attempting to wipe his hand off on his jeans, but only succeeded in spreading the ectoplasm around. The patch of denim transformed into black rubber.

“You ruined my life!”

“I’ve told you a thousand times! It was an accident!” Danny protested, wiping his hand on the ground again in an attempt to get more off but finally looking back up at her.

Valerie stared at him for a moment, before devolving into a fit of giggles, getting to her feet from where she had seated herself on the floor. Danny looked up at her, even more confused than before.

“You really need to wash that stuff off, or are you going to lick yourself clean?” Valerie teased.

Danny huffed indignantly, climbed to his own feet, and a white ring blossomed around his waist. Valerie watched in awe as what parts were still Fenton transformed into equally an equally familiar jumpsuit and set of silver boots. The ectoplasm that still coated him slowly vanished, absorbed into his ghostly form. The ghostly halo around him grew in intensity, glowing brighter than before. His feet lifted from the floor and he began to float, eyes also growing in intensity. Danny gave a large smile, literally beaming bright enough to light up a good portion of the warehouse all on his own.

“Thanks, Val,” Danny said.

“For what exactly?” she asked.

“Well, you didn’t shoot me when I told you I was Danny Fenton, you saved me from witnessing Wright's awful sense of fashion any longer, and finally for Elmertown,” Danny counted off on his fingers.

"Elmertown?”

Danny put his hands on his hips matter-of-factly, ”Even if I don’t agree with your methods, you’ve been protecting Elmertown from ghosts. So, thank you,” Danny confessed.

He landed on the ground in front of her, boots barely making as sound and bright enough she was nearly blinded by it. He gave her a large, goofy smile, one that she was much more used to seeing on Fenton’s face than Phantom’s, but it only reinforced the idea that they were the same person.

Valerie smiled right back.

#Danny Phantom #fanfic #ao3 #some grayghost #its light though #goodfish writes #dp headcanons #floral's fault #its cute though #I like writing ridiculous characters light Wright #post was broken had to fix it

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dcarhcarts · 6 years ago

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This.....is the 1000th post on this blog, and I definitely waited until that could be true to post it, and that’s honestly? Very fitting. Seriously, you guys are a m a z i n g and I have literally never done a milestone before so I can’t tell you what it’s supposed to look like?? But we’ve somehow Miraculously (tm) managed to reach 100 followers and - anyway, this is going to be me very unprofessionally gushing about everyone because....I love you all and you’re all amazing aaaaaa. I’m??? Literally so blessed to have made friends and write with all of you. Y’all with multiple blogs, I’m only tagging once so I don’t spam your feed ok? And - as usual, this is going to get Long, because everything I do gets Long apparently. I tried to do it chronologically but IDK how well it worked oops.

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I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU TON YET BUT HI!!! YOU SEEM CHILL!!

@alonecour / @steeledstark / @professor-of-predators / @sclskinn / @dulcettc / @volaticoux / @frxncaise / @argelfrasterr / @i-wrote-myway / @zharptiitsa / @villainsfall / @anyaromanovarp / @agoodandloyalrussian / @aliquisinter

AND EVERY ONE OF Y’ALL AMAZING PEOPLE OUT THERE I’M ADMIRING SILENTLY FROM AFAR EVEN NOW BECAUSE I CHICKENED OUT OF TAGGING YOU LAST MINUTE CAUSE WHAT IF YOU’RE LIKE “LMAO WHO IS THIS WEIRDO TAGGING ME??” (p.s. this is 100000% permission to slide into my IMs/like a plotting call/etc. I honestly think y’all are hella cool and probably love you already)

#follow forever #( milestone )#( ooc ) ✵ ~ CHANDELIERS AND CAVIAR ~ /#((................you know i made more friends than i thought i would coming into rpc as an anxious smol))#((I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE ALL AMAZING))#((thanks for putting up w/ me & my Super Anxious Self))#((ok i'm just gonna post this before i forget and reblog something and miss the 1000th post))

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acuppellarp · 6 years ago

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Because this is such a character-centric RP without any real overarching plot going on, we feel like making ‘weekly recap’ posts is pretty useful so everyone can stay up to date even if we don’t always have the time to read every single post on the dash. So here’s ACup’s sixty-fourth week in review!

New Characters

None.

This brings us to thirty-nine active main characters and eight minor characters!

Re-opened/Retired Characters

None!

Wanted Characters

Haley’s kinda sorta almost not really ex-flame

Violet Moreano, Val’s older sister

Mickey Sandoval, Teddy’s ex-best friend

Brandy Weston, Rachel’s sort of ex/FWB

Characters on Hiatus

Serena Smythe, played by M - on hiatus until October 13

Jackie Puckerman and X Scott, played by Ace - on semi-hiatus until October 13

Dani Harper, Chloe Anderson, and Baily Min-Ji, played by Ally - on semi-hiatus until October 13

Haley Sterling, Mari Gardner, and Lacey Mikhailov, played by Jeanne - on semi-hiatus until October 13

Quinn Fabray, Naomi Puckerman, Maya Kane, and Olive Smith, played by Wen - on semi-hiatus until October 13

Haley Sterling, Mari Gardner, and Lacey Mikhailov, played by Jeanne - on semi-hiatus until October 13

Grace Fitzgerald, played by Laur - on hiatus until October 18

Ellie Gilbert, Spencer Porter, and Lara James, played by Kai - on semi-hiatus until October 19

Teddy Dixon and Rocky Carter, played by Jaye - on semi-hiatus until October 21

Fiona Hudson and Nicola de Rocha, played by KT - on semi-hiatus until November 1

Sugar Motta and Reggie Cliffton, played by MC - on semi-hiatus until November 4

Blair Anderson, Marley Rose, Jemma Sterling, and Santana Lopez, played by Leigh - on semi-hiatus until November 4

Tasks/Events/Other

Tasks - 6 + 7 + 8 here!

Meme Monday - IC/OOC Questions Edition here!

Make-ups/Break-ups/Hook-ups

ACup’s Chart - If your character needs an update, let us know!

Coming up

SUNDAY, October 14

April’s Showers

Score: Loss; 3-0

Goals: -

Current Record: 4-1

April’s Showers Fall Schedule

Week 1 - Sept 16 - vs. Pathetico Madrid

Week 2 - Sept 23 - vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Škrtels

Week 3 - Sept 30 - vs. #SquadGoals

Week 4 - Oct 7 - vs. Game of Throw-Ins

Week 5 - Oct 14 - vs. Farcelona

Week 6 - Oct 21 - vs. Victorious Secret

Week 7 - Oct 28 - vs. The Mighty Schmucks

Week 8 - Nov 4 - vs. Athletico Pathetico

Week 9 - Nov 11 - vs. Mighty Morphin’ Flower Arrangers

Week 10 - Nov 18 - vs. ABCDE FC

MONDAY, October 15

PL Practice

ACup Karaoke, 8PM

TUESDAY, October 16

Boss’s Day

Warblettes Practice

ACup Open Mic, 6PM

WEDNESDAY, October 17

April’s Showers Practice

ACup Karaoke, 8PM

THURSDAY, October 18

ACup Open Mic, 6PM

FRIDAY, October 19

ACup Karaoke, 8PM

SATURDAY, October 20

Sweetest Day

ACup Open Mic, 6PM

UPCOMING OCTOBER BIRTHDAYS

October 22 - Evie

October 31 - Teddy

MISCELLANEOUS

List of holidays here.

List of observances for every day/week/month here.

List of events in NYC here.

List of weekly in-game scheduled events here.

Other Stuff

If there’s something we may have missed - a birthday, a hook-up or anything else - please message us and let us know! We keep up with the dash, but we obviously can’t know what you headcanon with other players, and we want to make sure everyone is up to date!

#acup: weekly #acup: admin

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iturbide · 7 years ago

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bruh now im curious about how exactly that other anon got Grima and Chrom EX to be so buddy buddy, like. What were they thinking. What were THOSE two thinking when they got the news? Did that person just, like, shove em in a get along shirt and send them out on the battlefield? Get fed up with the constant tension from the Awakening side and stuck em together with orders to work it out? Did Chrom EX stumble across Grima being a disney princess and have a shoujo 'maybe he's not so bad' moment?

I don’t know about them – they clearly have a different set of headcanons than I do, which is great! I love how open the game is to everyone’s different ways of playing and their different ideas �� but personally I don’t think it’s that crazy to think that Chrom and Grima might end up becoming if not the best of friends, then at least close enough to trust and support one another in combat and share civil (and maybe even pleasant) conversations outside it.

Again, with the understanding that this is all from my own gameplay and headcanons, (I actually have M!Robin, Exalted Chrom, and Grima on the same team in the Arena at present and they work great together), Chrom is understandably deeply concerned when he hears that Grima is hanging around in the castle. Grima, who Robin gave his life to defeat. It’s shocking the first time he sees the figure who looks like Robin stalking along at Kiran’s side, violet flames licking at his boots – worse when he sees those eyes, the color all wrong, narrowing in wary distrust when he approaches. It’s obvious that this is the fell dragon – perhaps not the one he and Robin faced in their world, but one like him, inhabiting another Robin’s body…and he can’t help but search for the kind, thoughtful person that must have been in there, once, and might still remain.

It makes Grima uncomfortable. That longing, searching look. Worse is the way it makes the presence in the back of his mind feel, the crushing remorse that spills over the fell dragon as those deep blue eyes search for the tactician who no longer has any power over this body. But he endures, turning aside while the Summoner speaks with the newest iteration of Naga’s Branded line. And he says nothing when Kiran finally turns, departing silently at their side.

The early days are nerve-wracking for Chrom as he settles into things in the Order. Lucina and Robin show him around, of course, explain how things work…but while Chrom goes through the introductory training that every member receives before deployment, Robin is often tasked with duties in the Arena and elsewhere, as Kiran depends on the tactician’s aid. The first morning that Chrom sees Robin prepare to enter combat alongside Grima, while the prince must remain behind…a part of him is deeply afraid of what might befall the tactician. Grima might hurt him, try to strike him down or extend his influence – or just as foul, allow Robin to take a blow and do nothing to intervene.

The tactician’s safe return does nothing to ease his mind. It’s no secret that he’s stressed: Robin knows him well enough to recognize Chrom’s tension, that particular stony silence that hints at his struggles, the pensive look he gets as dark thoughts gnaw at his mind. They talk, and Chrom begs to know how Robin can trust the fell dragon like that, after what happened in their world. To which the tactician explains, as best he can, that Grima is not quite what they thought. He doesn’t share everything – he doesn’t feel it’s his place to repeat things that he and the dragon have discussed in confidence – but he explains what he can. He points out things Chrom never would have expected to see from the Wings of Despair (looking after dragon children, feigning fear when Fae tries to startle him, protecting the Summoner)…and as the prince’s opinion begins to shift, enough to at least be willing to talk and listen, Robin and Kiran arrange for the two to meet.

Grima is not unwilling to discuss. And with the assurance from both Summoner and tactician that he will be heard and not spoken over, he agrees – in part for the presence that remains a part of him, that still suffers such guilt…and in part for himself, to begin striving for understanding (for he does not expect that he will be forgiven for his actions in another world: he can only strive to atone as best he can). He speaks of the life he led, of the abuse he suffered at human hands, of being used for his power and discarded when his usefulness had been outlived or reviled when he could not answer an unreasonable request, of having everything he cared for stripped away by those who saw him as nothing more than a monster, until all he had left was pain and anger at humanity for their mistreatment. And while the tactician cannot speak for himself, Grima speaks on his behalf, conveying the story of the man who now only shares this body: how he was manipulated into killing the man he loved by Validar’s magic, and how his grief and rage overcame his reason just long enough for him to agree when Grima offered him power enough to make Validar suffer for what he’d forced Robin to do.

No, it does not make anything right. But it does help Chrom to understand. And Chrom has always been a good man, open and earnest and understanding. He recognizes the suffering they have endured. And he realizes that there is nothing to be gained from treating Grima with further distrust, to judge him for mistakes he has made and clearly seeks to avoid making a second time. He thanks Grima for speaking with him. And from there on, he begins to treat the fell dragon much as he would one of his own Shepherds: greeting him with a smile and a kind word, asking after his health and how he’s been since they last met, congratulating him for hard-earned victories and ensuring that his wounds are looked after.

Grima pulls Robin aside after a day of this and asks him very seriously if he put his husband up to this. Robin promises that he didn’t, this is just…Chrom being Chrom. Which the presence in Grima’s mind has to admit sounds reasonable, just knowing the prince.

But it’s actually quite effective in getting Grima to warm up to him. He’s still not used to this whole ‘having friends’ thing, but he is learning to appreciate them. Once Chrom starts joining Robin and Grima in the Arena, that trust only grows deeper: he learns that he can rely on the fell dragon to aid him and Robin both, and the strategies they can employ are quite striking. They even start liking each other, enough to look forward to the next challenge they’ll face together. No, they might never be the best of friends, but they can depend on one another, talk to each other, and know that in a tight situation the other will be there to help.

#answered #anonymous #fire emblem: heroes #grima #exalted chrom #m!robin #kiran #headcanon #i love sending those three out into battle together #grima is actually rather protectively fond of chrom and robin by this point #he's taken kos for them #and stepped aside for chrom to deliver vengeance for robin #which is a whole other fic my friends

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