#. . .looks at certain green-haired gremlin

[paraloguesofash]

Shaken up by the stirrings of his mind, the man sits up in bed, startled and frightful, the sheets slinking off his form. With breaths heavy, widened eyes, and a pounding heart, the man reaches a hand around his sides and frantically feels down the center of his back.

With that motion, he appears to ease himself, his motions becoming slower and calmer. Chest heaving, he breathes a sigh of relief, his head hung low.

[crystal-moon-101]

A while ago I had made up a Zak for each day of the week to match Zak Saturday and Monday for fun, and because I wanted to give Zak some more AU similar to how Ben gets a lot of them. So not only do they all have different last names, but each have their own backstories and colour theming! So I hope you enjoy my little AU concepts.

-Zak Saturday-

Classic original Zak. I decided to draw them all when they're 11, start of the series vibes. So that's why he doesn't look like the ways I normally draw him currently, since those are when he's 14. Nothing different with his design here, beyond still giving him those vivid orange eyes.

-Zak Sunday-

Also known as Zak Argost, having been taken in by the man after he had a certain encounter with Zak's parents, resulting in their deaths. When Argost found the young toddler, seeing the start of Zak's power, he was happy enough to take the child with him and use his powers to his benefit. Due to being taken when he was very young, Zak doesn't remember his parents at all, fully believing in anything Argost tells him, the only family he has. So he happily helps his guardian in keeping cryptids tamed during Weird World shows, or during trips to learn about them, even if Argost puts Zak in more danger than he should. Due to his appearances on Weird World, Zak is a celebrity of sorts, even if he doesn't get to go out often. Argost also gives him a lot of gifts, keeping the child in a positive mood to keep him under his thumb. So Zak truly believes that Argost cares about him.

Though things start to turn when Argost finally decides it's time to hunt down Kur and take his powers, hiring Van Rook and Doyle on the mission. This leads to Zak and Doyle getting to know each other, with Doyle feeling protective over this random kid for some reason. Eventually this leads to him taking Zak away when this whole Kur business gets out of hand. While Doyle can't seem to convince Zak that Argost doesn't care about him, the pair do at least agree to try and find Kur first, Zak worried that even Argost shouldn't handle such powers. However, only time will tell if the pair discover the truth behind their unknown family history.

-Zak Monday-

The good old twisted gremlin of a child, Zak Monday and his family were a result of the smoke mirror. They come from a world that twists the very nature of people, a poor reflection of their negative aspects. If you're naive, then your mirror self is incredible dumb. If you're a bit of a perfectionist, then your mirror self is a control freak. And Zak Monday represents the twisted doubts of Zak feeling like a monster, so why have any doubts when you can be the monster?

I decided to change Zak Monday a bit to have the green eyes and green shirt with his own logo, cause I liked the idea that after his first appearance, they switch back to what they're suppose to look like. But other than that I kept the concept of him looking just like Zak, minus the inverted hair colour.

-Zak Tuesday-

The young naga is the son of Rani Nagi. Born solely to have Kur's soul enter and be a host, but whoops! Looks like Kur's memories aren't there, but that wasn't going to stop Rani Nagi, who thinks if she keeps at her plans, eventually her son will become the old cryptid king she once knew. Even going as far as to solely call her child Kur, who secretly calls himself Zak due to him often watching humans in the shadow, curious about them and wanting a name for himself. Zak Tuesday has a lot of identity issues, not helped by his mother's teachings towards him, ignoring all his dreams and personal thoughts. Eventually he just got really good at lying rather than convincing Rani Nagi.

However, the young cryptid prince is suddenly kidnapped by Argost one day, as he figured out where Kur's soul was currently living. Zak knew he would have died that day if not for Drew and Doc recusing him, having been chasing Argost over this Kur situation. Though they're a little surprise that upon meeting the new Kur, they find it's just a young naga who really doesn't know who he is. At first Doc and Drew didn't know what to do with him, but Zak begged them to not send him back home, and let him stay at their place until he could figure things out. He wasn't foolish, he knew the nagas were planning a war, and he wasn't keen on being the face of it all. So now the Tuesdays just have a snake living around the house, but they can't exactly complain as he is a well mannered guest at least. And perhaps the house doesn't feel so lonely with him around either.

-Zak Wednesday-

Some of you might recognize this one, but this Zak is from my old Zur AU, where Kur was reborn via the Kur Stone due to it being an egg, and Zak is a dragon that shapes between human form and dragon form. I decided to update him, making him Zak Wednesday now, with a pink theme! I also decided that instead of Kur being reborn, I wanted to shake things up a bit and have it that Zak was directly Kur's son. His mother is unknown, and as Kur saw how the world was at the time, he put Zak's egg into a stasis situation until it was discovered again. After saving it from Argost, the egg hatched among the secret scientist, leading to them chasing the child of Kur. But upon using his shapeshifting abilities to look like a child of Drew and Doc, they just couldn't help but adopt him on the spot, siting there was no sense in blaming Kur's son over what happened years ago.

The growing dragon is very playful with a cheeky personality. He exhibits a lot of draconic behaviors, with a wild and free spirit. He is aware of his family history, but he doesn't like to think about it, unsure in how to view his father based on the stories he's heard. Besides, Doc and Drew are his parents, and that's all that matter to him. Though perhaps this sudden appearance by Argost, claiming he was going to far Zak's father, has been a bit rattling to deal with.

-Zak Thursday-

When Kur knew he was going to die, and also knew his soul wasn't able to live the mortal realm, he made plans to make it so his reborn self would both be born in hopefully a better time, and be without his memories. It was better that way, so that his new self could live a lovely life without the sins from his past. But that didn't exactly pan out properly, as Kur was reborn and sadly remembers everything. It took him a while to understand this growing up, his young human mind not processing it until he was roughly 7-8, and even then he needed time to think about it. And now he's a depressed 11 year old who now has to be stuck with the fact his plan didn't work, unable to run away from the person he once was. Doc and Drew found out the truth when Zak tried running away one day, their son sitting them down and telling them the truth in hopes they'd just leave him, it would be better that way. But to his surprise they disagreed, as he was still their son, Kur or Zak, and it would be too dangerous to leave him alone.

So now Zak lives with his parents? Are they really his parents? The family keeping this dark secret to themself, even from the other scientists. Doc and Drew still reach out to their son, doing their best to connect with him, but he can't help but push them away. He doesn't deserve this, and they deserve better. However, their secret might come out after Argost stole the Kur Stone and now hunts for Kur, not realizing the truth right in front of him. So now the family tries to get the stones back, wanting to protecting Zak/Kur from others finding out. Doesn't help that he has to go through being a child again with such dark memories lingering in his head, feeling tired and overwhelmed with the world. Hasn't he suffered enough?

-Zak Friday -

In a world where Kur and cryptids successfully wiped out humans, the king ruled the lands for a while after, before one day he mysteriously vanished. Many concluded that he had died somehow, the details unknown, but this lead to a prophecy that one day their king would return, leading to many claiming to be him, or praying that they will be him for the power and wealth. In this universe, Zak and his family are all cryptids, with Zak being a a Chuvash Dragon, Drew and Doyle are Epimeliads, and Doc is a Gargoyle (Other characters are also cryptids in this timeline). Zak is a serpent like dragon that breathes fire, as a very twistable body, and can freely shapeshift. He's heard about the legend of Kur returning, but frankly he thinks they don't need him, even if the cryptid world has been shattered without a king for years now.

But when a yeti named Argost claims that Kur is back, being backed up by the Nagas, everyone starts to gossip and run around trying to figure out who the new Kur is. So maybe it's best that Zak doesn't tell the whole world about his sudden new powers to control and communicate any fellow cryptid is walks by.

[crazylittlejester]

im in such a yapping mood today and i feel like ive made a post like this before but this is how i personally think the Links would dress in a modern era

Time: in a casual setting I know he wears the dark jeans + black band shirt combo and sometimes he’ll tie his hair up if he gets hot. it’s not an intentional fashion statement, he’s not trying to dress a certain way on purpose by any means he just dresses like a guy who plays guitars but says its “just a hobby” (he owns at least three.) and its just the shirt and the pants, there are no accessories, he’s just your father who hasn’t listened to new music or gone clothes shopping since the 80s (/j) but he can absolutely clean up nice and looks good when he needs to

Warriors: Possibly the sluttiest thing a man can wear (/j) is a cardigan sweater and he owns like. 12 of them. and generally just a lot of very nice sweaters, and there are a lot of dark grays and blues in his closet with the occasional green. he always dresses his best, he wouldn’t be caught dead leaving his house in like, a t shirt and jeans. whether or not he’s actually wealthy, he certainly dresses like he is, he pours all of his money into high quality coats and scarves and nice shoes

Twilight: Dean Winchester. Next. (but seriously, the jeans, boots, plain gray shirt and a flannel is EXACTLY how he’d dress)

Sky: Whatever he’s got on, he looks so fucking comfortable. Definitely big fluffy sweaters, I know he’s a guy who likes to be snug and cozy because why face the horrors of the world without feeling like your sweater is giving you a mom hug? I can see him in a lot of white, ivory, orange, brown, and green. Not super bright colors, he definitely has a sort of fall vibed color pallet and sense of style

Hyrule: He’s the personification of those “forest core” outfit collage boards you see on pintrest but he’s not just doing it for aesthetic, it’s all functional. Like he has a little bag he keeps tied to his belt because he goes out and hunts for berries or mushrooms in the woods. he has a leather bound journal that also clips to the belt because he likes writing about what he finds in the woods. He’s your friend who calls you after going missing for four hours like “hey can you come pick me up?” and when you get to his location he’s covered in dirt and says “i got lost…”

Legend: his EXACT style varies quite a bit, but he’d define it as alt. he wears skirts a lot, not all the time but a lot, and has a lot of layers and jewelry. he definitely will go on pissed off rants about how he got bullied for his clothes in middle school and high school and he’s mad that now people are dressing alt because they think its “quirky” and buying things like bags or pants with patches and pins already on them, and he will rant about this twice a week. hes sick and tired of getting called emo not because hes against being emo, it just seriously annoys him when people see someone with dyed hair wearing dark clothes and call them emo based on that alone

Wild: It depends on the days activities, but he likes to look cute. Lots of pretty hairstyles and earrings, bright colors too. DEFINITELY A BIG PANTS LITTLE SHIRT KINDA GUY, and he’s absolutely made a few of his outfits by hand. and ofc he has “gremlin outfits” for when he goes off exploring with Hyrule

Four: Similar to Time with the band shirt + jeans combo, but on the opposite end of the spectrum because he’s bright and colorful. He’s also the most likely to walk around with a shirt with mothman on it and then when people ask him about it talk about it as if he 100% believes mothman is not only out there, but there to get HIM specifically no matter where he goes on the planet

Wind: memes. he has tshirts with memes on them, and he’s the most likely to wear fandom merch and stuff like that. he’s 13/14 he doesn’t put a whole lot of thought into what he’s got on, he’s just against shoes. he’s the one kid who’s always got sandals on even if its fucking snowing because he’s anti socks and shoes

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Ghosts And Cold Turkey Is A Bad Mix

@darthfrodophantom @datawyrms @kalifa100 @lovelyunknown @nat-space-obsessed @duchi-nesten

Jazz has a boyfriend. Jazz has a boyfriend who has NOT met her family. Jazz has a boyfriend who has not met her family and knows absolutely NOTHING about her families career path. Jazz has a boyfriend who was about to have A Bad Time. Danny, Elle, and Dan were going to make sure of that in every way remotely possible… short of world ending calamity.

Alright, so Jazz probably should have actually talked to Bassel about her family, preferably before he had decided that he absolutely had to finally met her family. It was spring break so she couldn’t exactly push it off till later, or long enough to explain anything really, so he was officially going in ‘cold turkey’. Had she mentioned that her family was weird? Of course, that was unavoidable. But she’s fairly certain he thought that ‘weird’ meant being really into fishing or made crochet baby dolls, not everything ghosts. And now that they’re on the road she’s fairly certain that telling the driver that ghosts are ‘the family business’ is a bad idea; it would not be good if he were to drive off of the road in shock.

Bassel chuckling, “so am I going to get regaled with stories about weird birds they’ve seen bird watching or the last obscure B list bird horror flic?”.

Jazz laughing awkwardly, “you have not idea. No idea at all…”.

Unfortunately Jazz was unaware of one simple fact, it wasn’t just her and her plus one who was coming to visit for the break….

Jack beams as a clawed hand crams itself through the seam in the Fenton Ghost Portal™, turning his head to the stairs, “Danny! Your kid’s are here!”.

“AWESOME! WE’RE MAKING COOKIES TO PACIFY THE GREMLIN! SEND ‘EM UP!”.

Sweet! Cookies! Yum. Jack turning back to the portal as the doors slam open loudly and threateningly, Jack chuckling to himself, that man was always such a drama queen. Watching the tall full ghost step through the now open portal, a little sister sitting perched on his shoulders. The little missy waving wildly at her grandpa, “hiyya gramps!”.

The flaming-haired full ghost scoffing, “Yeah yeah, whatever”.

Jack grinning and jumping up, moving to hug the two, the elder of the two stiffening and just ‘putting up with’ the hugging, “glad you kiddos could make it!”, ruffling the littler one’s hair, “there’s cookies”.

“Hell yeah!”, and she’s off like a rocket, flying up the stairs.

Jack eyes the full ghost, “beat any other ghosts down lately?”.

The man snorts, “obviously. Not that any of them were much of a fight”, grinning meanly, all fang, “the gorffens were deliciously squishie though”. Jack laughing as the two large men head upstairs.

Danny’s grinning his head off watching Elle devouring at least fifth-teen ghost-shaped cookies. Waving at Dan as he comes up behind Jack, “there’s pure ecto-cookies too, Mr. Can’t Eat Mortal Realm Food”. The full ghost scowls and flips him off but absolutely takes a couple of the overly green person-shaped cookies. Ha. The human cookies were ghost shaped and the ghost cookies were human shaped.

“Whatever, mom”.

Danny absolutely scowls at that, chucking a cookie at the ghost. While Maddie hums, eyeing them all, “Jazz will be coming by too”.

“Oh? When?”

“Any moment now, I believe”.

“I am in pj’s!”.

Dan snorts, “you look like a dumbass no matter what you’re wearing”. That gets him immediately blasted in the face with a small ecto-beam, the ghost only grinning viscously in response; Danny zipping up through the ceiling to get changed. Mom seriously couldn’t have told him sooner? Gosh! He had a new ugly ass sweater with a stupid ghost joke on it to show off!

The knots in Jazz’s stomach could kill her if they became ghosts right about now, as Bassel pulls them up into her drive way. He nearly rams into the house actually, having been staring at the ops centre on the roof, “uh, okay, spaceship on the roof is slightly more out there than I was expecting?”, looking to her, “and do they run their business from their house? Hence the sign?”.

Jazz laughs awkwardly, “they have permits for it… that they got after building it”.

He shrugs, “I can admire the guts”, and patting her on the shoulder, “and stop being so nervous, I’m a great guy! I’m sure they’ll love me. Plus you’ve said they’re pretty easy to please”.

“Oh I’m not worried about their reaction to you, rather your reaction to them. I have mentioned they’re weird right? And that my dad’s taller than ninety-one percent of the human population?”.

“… you did not mention the height, damn that’s impressive, he’s the one with the personality of a puppy, right?”.

She gives him a supportive back pat before they get out and head to the front door, “yes, and thank everything for that. His hugs are crushing though”.

“I bet”.

The door pops open without her having to knock, meaning Danny’s up, “sup Jazz and- oh shit, you brought company. Fuck. Two seconds”, and slams the door in her face.

Bassel quirking an eyebrow, “what? Is he still in pj’s or something? That was a really ugly sweater. Pink? and green? Together? Ew”, chuckling a little, “and did it say ‘boo’ onto others as you would have others ‘boo’ unto you? Why was there an image of a ghost aggressively holding out a loaf of garlic bread?”.

She snorts, even if she’s honestly confused, “oh no, he always makes sure to wear something really unpleasant to look at when he knows I’m visiting. I believe it’s born from a sick, though harmless, degree of sadism”, frowning, “though I’m not sure why he just rudely slammed the door in our faces”.

And then she hears the cackle, the loud deep malicious cackle, officially realising that she… might have fucked up. Just a little bit. Sighing and facepalming, “oh no”. The couple standing there as seemingly a shouting match goes on inside.

“GET CHANGED YOU DIPSHIT!”

“YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! MOM!”.

“I WILL END YOU!”.

“GO AHEAD AND TRY!”.

“Are they gonna want these cookies or?”.

“DON’T YOU DARE! Yes, gumdrop, leave them some. HEY DROP THAT! DROP THAT NOW!”… “EW!”.

“HA!”.

“DAN!-”.

Then the door jerks open very aggressively, and Jazz and Bassel stare up at the giant of a man with too sharp eyes and a feral unkind grin, “so you bagged someone, eh? Need someone to beat him through the wringer?”, and moves to grab Bassel’s arm; who thankfully has the common sense to pull away while staring almost disturbed at the man.

Jazz grabbing Dan’s wrist and holding him, glaring at the semi-reformed mass murderer/genocidal, parricidal, infanticidal, amicicidal, omnicidal, deicidal, ecocidal, mundicidal, psychopath. “Don’t even think about, Dan”.

“Aw but Jazzy-”.

She points a finger in his face, “no. Bad. No trying to physically fight my boyfriend”.

Then Dan’s head gets yanked back, Danny grasping the man’s ponytail, “get back in here, you shit”. The door closing again.

Jazz turns and winces at Bassel’s freaked out expression, “alright so, I didn’t know Dan was going to be here. I would have absolutely said no, if I’d known that”.

“Should I be worried?”; he looked extremely worried.

Jazz grimacing, “he’s… on parole, for, well, for murder so, yes”, grabbing Bassel’s wrist, “well we’re here now, just, don’t go anywhere with him alone. He’s also a prankster”.

Bassel almost squawking, “Murder?!?!”, as she drags him through the threshold into the Fenton household.

They get smacked with the noise immediately, she still doesn’t get how her parents managed to make a semi-sound barrier for inside the house that worked even when doors or windows were open… even if it didn’t always work well with ghosts or half ghosts. Danny is ramming cookies into Dan’s face while standing on his shoulders and snarling, Dan attempting to yank him off. Elle is bouncing around on all fours playing with cujo, who’s vibrating with excitement literally. Dad is laughing, head on the table, and slamming a fist on it repeatedly; a chair falls over. And Mom’s set the stove on fire and is smacking it leisurely with that fire-proof ghost net; the Fenton Flamo-Containo she thinks.

Jazz rolling up her sleeves, sighing, and moving over to her mom, “what did you burn, mom?”; and starts properly smothering the flames… the flames have faces and eyeballs.

This was a mistake. This entire trip was a mistake. Her poor boyfriend.

Bassel blinks, gives himself a fortifying shake, and swallows, “hi? Um, I’m Bassel?”.

The smallest one is on him in a second, it’s freaky. Her chirping up at him, “why did you say that like a question? Are you a question? If I question you will you become a sentient question mark?”.

What? Her eyes are way too big and her skin is smooth. It’s… very strange. Then she’s being picked up by the smaller boy- the teenager, that he didn’t even hear approach. “Elle-”. That was strangely chastising to hear from a teen. “-no giving people existential crises”.

“Are question edible?”.

The teen quirks an eyebrow, “I mean probably? if you write them on a piece of paper?”.

“If I write them on apples and pelt doctors with them do you think they’ll anwser my questions without poking me?”

“Eh fuck it, give it a go. Tell me if it works”. Then the teen looks up to Bassel, “sup, I’m Danny, the little brother”.

Bassel nods awkwardly, this kid… was seriously off. His skin was too smooth too, eyes not right and dangerous, his hair seemed… darker than black. The hell is he looking at? “Uh. Bassel? I already said that though. Um, I’m guessing the girls the youngest sibling?”.

She pops out around Danny’s leg, “I’m the granddaughter actually”. Danny snorting, “grand-gremlin is more like it”. She bites the teen… does she have fangs???

Bassel blinks harshly, pointing at the… murderer, “his kid? I take it?”. And now that he’s looking, what the hell is up with how similar they all look???

Dan barks out a laugh, shaking his face off like a dog so hard pieces of green? cookie physically stab into the walls and cupboards, “that shit stain is moms kid, not mine! Holy shit!”.

Danny snapping his head to Dan and pointing aggressively at him, “you”, shrugging and changing tones so fast Bassel nearly gets whiplash, “would have absolute nightmare kids and I would cry if your dumbass is the one to make a grandpa of me. Fuck you”.

Bassel is… very confused.

Mrs. Fenton shouting, “and I don’t want to be a great-grandma! Thank you very much!”, and coming over, Jazz looking to be scowling down at the stove, “hello, I’m doctor Maddie Fenton, feel free to just call me Maddie though”, swatting him on the arm, “none of that Mrs. or Dr. stuff”.

Danny pouting at her, “hey, why does Val still have to call you Mrs then?”.

“Because you two are still teens mister”.

The teen only pouts more…. His eyes look far too glass-like, like he’s a doll. Bassel kind of wants to be no where near him. Eyeing Jazz’s mom, the… hazmat is extremely concerning, maybe he should have asked more about what her parents did for a living? or their hobbies? “You have a doctorate?”.

The woman grinning, “that’s right! Primarily in ecto-ology and clinical laboratory science. but also criminology and medical science. My husband, Jack has doctorates in ecto-ology and clinical laboratory science as well, public health, chemistry, and practical theology”, turning away to eye Jazz, “the Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”.

“For the millionth time, mom, I’m still not studying ecto-ology; spectral psychology is completely different and that isn’t even my primary field of study”.

Bassel blinks, okay he knew she said her parents were smart but damn. But… ecto-ology? Really? A pseudoscience? Taking that in conjunction with practical theology made some sense, many religions believed in sprits after all, but with medical degrees? With actual scientific degrees? He’d thought Jazz’s spectral psych was a bit odd, especially with the rumours she talked to ghosts which he brushed off, but at least it made sense since she wanted to be a therapist. Many people can use religion and the belief in spirits to help heal after all. “Ecto-ology huh? As your primary? Interesting choice”.

Then Jazz’s dad is on him in an instant, not inhumanely like Danny had been but to see someone so massive move so fast was jarring, “oh! Did Jazzypants not tell you!”, slapping a hand to his chest proudly, “the Fenton’s are a family of ghost hunters!”.

What.

Maddie eyes her daughter, “Jazz”. While Dan out right cackles evilly and Danny wheezes, hands on his knees, “Jazz you dumbass!”.

Bassel blinks harshly, “ghost… hunters?”, o-kay that was… a lot weirder than he expected. Her parents believed… in ghosts and claimed to ‘hunt’ them. No wonder his girlfriend wanted to study psychology, her parents were delusional.

Jazz can tell that her boyfriend absolutely thinks her parents are insane now. Danny eyeing the guy before wheezing more tells her he’s noticed too, walking over to her and patting her on the arm, “he doesn’t believe in ghosts, does he”.

She sighs, “I… don’t think so”.

“HA!”. Oh Dan was just eating this up.

Elle running over with cujo, holding the pup up at Bassel’s face, he looks like he barely resists recoiling, “pet the ghost pup and believe”.

“Why is he green?”.

“Because he’s dead! Dummy!”.

“What”. Then cujo is in his arms, his face is horrified, but he does cautiously pat cujo’s belly. Him stiffening and staring as the dog floats up and starts walking on the ceiling; Elle giggling.

Danny slinking over to the guy while Maddie tries to swat the dog off the ceiling, “yeah, welcome to Amity, famously the most haunted city in the world. And yes, your girlfriend’s parents are the leading ghost scientist of the entire world and sell ghost weapons to the government and general public”, doing jazz hands, “surprise!”.

Bassel hasn’t even made it past the entry way, Jazz feels like an ass for letting him go into this blind. Her shoving Danny away, “don’t be mean”, eyeing Bassel, who’s wide-eyed, “yeah sorry? I did tell you they were weird”.

Bassel eyes Dan standing on the table to pin a fucking green floating dog to the ceiling. Maddie’s holding a strange taser, that has green electricity, threatening the dog; Danny’s dangling off of her arm shrieking about leaving his pup alone and how if anyone’s going to get tased it should be him. Looking back to Jazz, “by weird you mean insane? I’d question the ghosts thing but there’s a floating green dog on the ceiling. Hell, I’m almost questioning my own sanity”.

Jack laughs, rubbing his neck, “oh yeah! We get that a lot! But hey! People stop calling you crazy once they get attacked by a talking five foot tall hornet or a town gets sucked into another dimension!”.

Jazz huffing, “you guys just will not let me live down that stupid hornet, will you”.

Danny shouting, “technically it was a shapeshifting old man! Not a hornet!”, as he runs out of the room with cujo in tow.

Maddie following with the taser, “Danny! he needs to be punished when he does that!”.

“No! Never! Kiss my dead ass!”.

Bassel blinking, “your… brother swears a lot, and wait did he claim to be Dan’s mom? What? I’m sitting down”.

Jazz wincing, “don’t sit on the orange chair, it screams sometimes”. He squeaks an ‘okay’ and sits on the purple couch rubbing his temples; Jazz plopping down beside him.

Dan shouting, “Is anyone gonna eat the ecto-wienies!?!”, from the kitchen.

Jazz scowling to herself before shouting back, “Dan don’t! I dont want Bassel passing out!”.

“That’s the point!”.

She throws her hands up dramatically in fur-station, at least her dad rushes off to stop Dan from consuming screaming hot dogs while their guest adjusts to his new reality.

Bassel groaning, “and why would I pass out?”.

… “They scream too. It’s… pretty freaky to see someone eating squirming screaming hotdogs if you’re not prepared for it”.

“And why do your parents have hotdogs that do that and how even?”.

Jazz shakes her head, “they might have studied clinical laboratory science but they absolutely do not practice good lab safety or sample safety. Things get contaminated accidentally a lot”.

“And that… makes hotdogs able to move and scream?”.

“That about sums it up, yeah”.

“What the actual fuck, babe”.

Then Dan pops over, arms crossed, “thanks Jazz, now gramps has confiscated all my food”.

Jazz pointing at him as he flops down on the same couch as them hard enough to make the couch bounce, “good and could you sit down any harder?”.

“I was aiming to knock you two love birds off”.

“Zone you are such a jerk”.

“I aim to displease”.

Bassel makes an aggressive motion with his hands, not looking at either of them, “okay what the fuck. First how did that not break the couch? Two how is a teen boy mom? And what is wrong with this town and house?”.

Dan snorts and Jazz knows she’s going to hate what comes out his mouth, him eyeing her, “should I tell him there’s a portal to the afterlife in the basement, or should you?”. She slaps him immediately, wincing from the definite sprained wrist she just gave herself; stupid full ghost jerk. He sticks his tongue out at her and she wants to slap him again; at least his tongue isn't forked at the moment.

Jack pops back in carrying Elle by the waist, her arms and legs dangling down as she giggles, “you good, Jazzy?”.

Dan chuckling, “no. She regrets not warning a certain someone”, putting a hand to his chest, “I fully support that fucking chaotic choice”.

Jazz scowling, “you just enjoy seeing people suffer”.

“Hey, if I’m not allowed to kill folks anymore I gotta get my kicks somewhere? Or would you rather I start skinning animals and leaving their flesh hanging from trees?”. Dan gets bashed off the couch by a baseball bat wielding Danny. “Ow! Seriously mom?”.

“Threaten to skin animals for the lols again and I’ll sic Sam on you”.

Dan puts his hands up, “I’ll pass, you kill joy”.

“Good”.

Bassel gags and makes a face at Jazz, gesturing his hands at Dan as Danny smacks him with the baseball bat again, “what”.

“He’s… got a twisted sense of humour?”.

“Not that!”, Bassel shaking his head, “well yes that, what is wrong with that man. But I mean the mom thing?”.

Jazz eyeballs the full ghost, “Dan’s a tough subject, let’s just say a lot of really nasty things happened to him and at least one psychotic break. And he calls Danny ‘mom’ mostly to annoy him”.

“Oh that’s a lot less weird-”.

“Danny kinda is his mom though”.

Basel groans.

Elle pops her head over the couch, somehow escaping Jack’s grasp, “Danny’s uncle is a mad scientist who has no issue dabbling in super evil human experimentation, Dan and me were tots made from Danny via fucked up science and suffering! Hooray for causing mass confusion!”.

Bassel glancing from the small girl to his girlfriend, “seriously?”.

Jazz sighing, “yeah, sorry. Technically that man’s mine and Danny’s god father, not uncle, but Danny likes to bug the man. Vlad… needs so much therapy”.

Danny shouting, “at least he’s got a cat now! Even if he did name her after mom”; while Dan snags the baseball bat and pops Danny on the head with it. Danny bites the baseball bat.

Bassel shakes his head, “so you weren’t kidding about being somewhat related to one of the richest men on the planet, and he’s basically a crazy super villain; great”.

Jack rubs his neck, “unfortunately yeah, I kinda blew up a proto-portal in his face and he didn’t take that well”.

Jazz puts her hands on her hips, leaning forwards a little, “dad, you guys didn’t visit him in hospital even once, for seven years. Of course he didn’t take that well”.

Danny popping out from behind Jack, “he still complains about that, by the by. I dumped get well soon cards on him last time he was whining about it. Asked him if that made up for it, he shouted no and shot me in the foot”.

Jazz shaking her head, “I still don’t get how you two ever get along”.

“Hey, arch enemies gotta have some bonding time sometimes. Plus, he’s got the good liquor and will absolutely try to bribe me with expensive gifts”.

“And I keep telling you that’s unhealthy and you’re only encouraging him”.

Dan chuckling, “let him, who knows, maybe I’ll get another gremlin sibling”.

Basically everyone, even Bassel, shouting, “NO!”.

Maddie getting back towards the kitchen, and bring out what remains of the ghost-shaped cookies, “cookie?”, offering them to Bassel.

… “are they going to start screaming?”.

Maddie blushing immediately, Jazz covering her mouth and laughing, “no. No. Only things that were once alive tend to do that. Baked goods are fine”, eyeing the cookies, “and they’re not green so they’re safe for human consumption”.

He takes a cookie and munches it very cautiously, “and the green ones?”.

Jazz grimacing, “definitely not safe for human consumption”.

Elle nodding, still behind the couch, “those are for us Phantom’s”. Meaning that now Jazz knows Bassel’s basically going to have to deal with finding out her brother and said brothers kids are all varying degrees of dead.

Bassel eyeing the small child, “do I even want to know?”.

Elle gives a cheery, “nope!”.

Oh okay, maybe her, and thusly Bassel, can dodge that whole situation. Jazz absolutely glares daggers at Dan to say nothing. The man grins evilly but remains silent, thank zone for that.

Bassel taking a breath and slapping his legs before standing up, “okay. Alright. You lot are stranger than I expected but I really like Jazz so I’ll deal”.

Maddie looks relieved but Jack booms, “awesome! You seem like a good guy!”, and smacks Bassel so hard on the back that he gets smacked into the floor and knocked out. Dan’s bending over wheeze laughing, Elle’s floated up into the air curled up and laughing, Danny’s run over to try and help the man while also laughing, and Jazz is shaking a finger at her dad angrily.

Maddie sighs, face in a hand, “Jack”; while Danny’s hoisting Bassel up and back onto the couch, smacking his cheeks to get him to come ‘round.

When Bassel comes to he nearly screams, that Danny boy’s face is inches from his own and he’s crouched on Bassel’s chest. How much did this kid weigh??? And damn were his eyes still extremely creepy. At least he’s clued in what was wrong with him, he was uncanny, like he wasn’t quite human but close enough that it was very wrong in that base instinctual way. The teen grins, it’s like his teeth don’t fit in his mouth and the smile is just a hair too wide. “Cool, you’re awake. Was starting to wonder. Dad smacked you into the floor by accident, if you don’t brace yourself when he goes in for back pats then you’ll wind up on the floor”, titling his head owlishly, “lesson learned?”.

Bassel nodding at the kid that hasn’t moved his face out of Bassel’s, “um, yeah?”, frowning, “your guy’s dad is freakishly strong, you know that?”. The boy just shrugs before hopping off Bassel’s chest, letting him sit up and rub his head a little. “Do your parents always wear the hazmats?”.

Danny chuckles, “yup, and they will still claim they are stylish”, rolling his wrist, “they try to get me and Jazz in ‘em all the time. But hey, I’ll stick to wearing that kinda bullshit when I’m dead”.

Jazz’s head pops out of the kitchen entryway, “oh good, you’re up. You up for pie? There’s eight for some reason”.

“Are… they all the same kind?”.

“Sadly, yes”.

Even he can admit that was sad, variety was nice. But Danny pouts at her, “hey, I’m not about to discourage my personal wannabe poacher just because he doesn’t have a single creative bone in his entire metal mecha suit”. What the hell was any of that supposed to mean? This kid was probably one of the most confusing people Bassel’s ever met, Elle being a close second.

“You could at least try to convince him to try lime cream instead of him shoving lemon cream at you three times a year”.

Bassel holds up a hand, “how old are these pies?”. His girlfriend blinks like that hadn’t even crossed her mind… she might be too used to this level of strange perhaps.

Danny waving him off, “oh I helped him find a solid anniversary gift for his girlfriend, which fine was extremely explosive but eh, so he went a little pie happy. They’re two days old”.

“Oh alright, I’ll have some then”; two days wasn’t even weird. That many pies was odd and how he got them was bizarre, but not as bad as a dog walking on the ceiling or Dan-the-psycho talking about skinning animals like it was funny. Him and Danny joining everyone in the kitchen proper finally. The stove is charred from top to bottom, fires were clearly common. The fridge… was glowing? The toaster looks like it’s definitely some kind of project and not safe to use at all. The table is clean at least, besides the cookie crumbs and excessive amount of pies.

Said pie is extremely good, like professional good. Bassel blinking at it, “damn that’s good”.

Danny chirping, like actually chirping, “I know right?”; how does a human mouth make that sound???

“Then why isn’t… Dan eating any?”; maybe evil or not…

Dan flips Bassel off, grabs a slice and proceeds to hurl it at him; Bassel barely ducking in time while Jazz, Maddie, and Danny all shout, ‘NO!’. Elle is giggling though and Bassel would bet money that’s encouraging the man. Danny smashes an entire pie right in Dan’s face in retaliation, Elle smashing a slice on Danny’s head; it just devolves into a full on pie food fight from there.

Jazz crouch walking to avoid splatter while Maddie shoos the three outside with a broom, Jack following while shouting about getting the hose. Jazz putting a hand on his arm, “you good”.

“What twenty something starts a food fight!”, shaking his head, “better than throwing a knife at me I guess”.

“He usually only throws knives at Danny”.

She said that like it was normal! And not at all disturbing or something to be worried about! “He actually throws knives at people!”.

She winces like she just now realised that wasn’t okay, “right. Don’t worry about it, he might make a lot of threats or do threatening stuff but he’s heavily against going back into solitary confinement”, her huffing, “which I still think was cruel, deprivation chambers are one hundred percent a form of torture and no one deserves that”.

“What kind of jail has a freaking deprivation chamber, oh my god”. No wonder that man seemed like he had the socialization skills of a very threatening murderous brick wall.

The two stand up and they can see the three ‘Phantom’s -he’s still confused on that one but too scared to ask- getting hosed off in the front yard by Maddie; Jack’s helping by physically holding Dan up in the air and laughing. What??? Bassel blinks, “no one should be able to lift that beast of a man up like that”.

And then there’s an explosion, Bassel jerking around and Jazz just turning causally to watch purple smoke leak out from what’s labeled as a lab door. Her grabbing him with a quick, “nope”, and dragging him outside.

“What was that?”.

“Don’t know, but I’m not taking the chance that whatever their latest project is is noxious”, then shouting at her mom, “mom! Something blew up in the lab and it’s leaking purple gas!”.

Bassel very strictly remembers her not long ago mentioning that her parents weren’t big on lab safety, noxious though? These people were completely nuts. His nice, level headed, kind, smart, cautious Jazz came from this??? Yes she could be a little neurotic, especially about food and sharps saftey which he absolutely understood now, and she was a little… spooky sometimes. But still! He still didn’t believe her hair was really that orange without her dying it, even if he’d never seen proof of her doing so. And she always had on some black tourmaline or turquoise that she claimed was ‘protection’, he just thought she was being a little spiritual, now it seemed more like this ghost thing.

Danny shakes his wet hair off like a feral dog, “that’s probably my lunch!”.

Jazz throwing her hands up, “why is it leaking purple gas!”. Bassel muttering, “I think it exploding is more concerning than that”. Jazz shaking her head at him, “Danny’s favourite local restaurant has highly explosive trade marked sauce”.

“What!?!”. How was that even legal?

Danny pointing a finger at Jazz’s face as he moves to head inside to… ‘rescue’ his food, “hey, you haven’t had real food till you’ve had a Mighty Meaty Mega Nasty Melt and Phantomized Fries”, shrugging, “and I was trying to make blackened ecto-wine infused bread, for sandwiches”.

Jazz makes a face at the boys retreating back, “ew”.

Bassel blinking, “did, did this restaurant really name a menu item ‘Nasty Melt’?”. He’s revising his previous opinion, this entire town was nuts; not just these people.

Elle, very wet, bounds over, “yup! It’s called the Nasty Burger, used to be Tasty burger but someone vandalized it and there was a vote to just keep the N”, grinning, “I think it’s funny, the sauce is to die for”.

Jazz cringing, “oh no not the death jokes, at least spare my boyfriend those, ugh”. The little girl sticks her tongue out and pouts a little before running back inside at the pies. Jazz going wide-eyed and following with a shout, “oh no you better not! Mom just got you cleaned up! You put that pie down missy!”.

Bassel cautiously sticking his head in, cautious of both fumes and pie, to stare at his girlfriend holding a literal child at gun point while the child menacingly holds a pie over her own head. “um, why are you threatening a child with a gun”.

She brushes him off like this isn’t messed up, “it’s fine, there’s no normal guns in this household”. What does that even mean? Ghost guns? Is that what this is? Is that why it’s slightly glowing green!

Then Dan scares the crap out of him, speaking up from directly behind him, “I wouldn’t worry about it, she’s a terrible shot anyway. She could put a gun directly against someone’s temple and still hit a cars side mirror instead”.

“I’ve gotten better!”.

“No you have not, you managed to shoot a fire hydrant and set it on fire last time; I was impressed”.

“Shut up, Dan”.

“No I don’t think I will”.

At least Danny, who somehow got behind Elle, takes the pie from the girl and wags a finger at her, “repeat chaos isn’t chaos, it’s a pattern”.

“What if I cut off one of my hands, put it in the pie, then smack her with it? Then it would be a pie high five, not a food fight”.

Danny blinks, “I’m stealing that idea for the next time the Lunch Lady throws flaming stoves at me”.

Bassel… Bassel is not questioning that. “Kid, your mind must be a very strange place”. Sure little kids always said odd stuff, things adults wouldn’t even dream of, but this was a special brand of odd.

Dan shoving his way past Bassel, nearly knocking the guy over and giving him some major hebejebes, to go pat Elle on the head in amusement. Maddie steadying him, “you okay? And at least she’s not as bad as Danny used to be”, crossing her arms and shaking her head, “he thought blackbird pie meant to actually find birds and bake a pie with them. It was incredibly disgusting, especially because he didn’t know how to use an oven yet so he maxed out its temp for three hours”.

Oh okay, so Danny was just like that too. What was that about apples and trees? “That… probably could have gone even worse”. The teen, then kid, could have burned the house down!

The woman grumbled, “at least he’s never sucked the house into the mirror dimension, unlike someone”, as she heads in to help Jazz, Danny, Dan, and Elle actually clean up the pie mess. Jack shouting, “I said I was sorry about that!”. Danny shouting back, “at least no one’s pulled a Technus and walked the house into the ocean!”; while Bassel is wondering how the heck the eldest Fenton heard his wife’s grumbling from the other side of the yard.

There was something seriously physically off with all these people. Including Jazz. He’s feeling very distinctly reminded of a lot of things he’s just sort of brushed off or thought nothing of about her before. He used to think a lot about how vibrant her eyes were, or that her teeth were a touch sharp; nothing like the ‘Phantom’s but still. She was amazing at lock picking and could handle ‘practice’ patients others couldn’t; even if she would also ‘force’ therapy on random people sometimes. And eyeing her parents, they’re the same. Intense eyes, oddly pale almost glassy skin, teeth that feel like they’re sharp but aren’t; it’s not uncanny the way those three ‘Phantom’s were, but it’s still odd.

Dan was the worst though, easily, when the man brushed past him it felt like being cornered by massive wolf or mountain lion. If Bassel had ran into that man randomly on the street there’s no way he’d think he was anything close to human. Danny and Elle at least seemed humanish, almost human; Dan just seemed like he was playing pretend.

Bassel shakes himself off before stepping back into the chaotic Fenton household, “am I going to get pie thrown at me again?”.

Danny looks at him, “nope”, then glares at Elle, “or someone’s losing her Switch privileges”; the girl gasps in horror.

See that? That was normal. Normal punishment, normal reaction to a punishment. Perfectly normal. … Then the girl threatens to ‘liquify herself in protest’; goodbye normal, it was nice while it lasted. Either way he moves to help clean up pie a little, speaking back up, “so your bread fine?”.

“It ate itself and imploded, so no”. What. The boy grins cheerily, right too many teeth, “which means it must have tasted good, meaning I’m on to something”.

“I? Guess?”. He’s honestly just trying not to stare at the teens teeth.

…

They somehow do actually make it to the living room to watch a movie. It actually is a weird B list bird horror flic, which feels too normal now and that frankly concerns him. He’s not sure he wants the get used to this level of insanity. He loves Jazz but he is fully intending to potentially never step foot in this building again after this. How was he going to survive here for a week??? Blinking, oh right, elbowing Jazz and whispering, “hey, all the luggage is still in the car right?”. Then Dan scares the crap outta him again, “don’t bother whispering, I can still hear you”. Jazz grabs a random round thing from the floor to smack the man with for that.

Jazz leaning against Bassel again, “the longer we leave it in the car the longer it’ll take to get contaminated or destroyed, I told you not to bring your expensive computer ‘just in case you had time’ for a reason”.

Considering the amount of mess and literal exploding/imploding -again, what???- bread, he could understand that sentiment; oh and the actual guns apparently just lying around. He is very glad he listened to her, that laptop was never setting an inch of its metal casing in this building. He winces, “yeah, thanks for that”. She pats him fondly.

Danny straightens out so fast that it aggressively startles Bassel. “Oh! Think I should invite Val?”, eyeing Jazz smugly, “since someone brought their little lover”.

Jazz scowls at him, “Danny, I think Basel having to put up with my very weird family including the two weirdest members, is more than enough without adding in your trigger happy girlfriend with serious anger management issues. Especially because I know for a fact she won’t agree to leave all her weapons at home”.

Danny looks offended, putting a hand to his chest and paying no mind to the bird-related massacre happening on screen, “I’ll have you know she doesn’t even sleep unarmed, she hasn’t been unarmed since she was fourteen”.

“Exactly”.

You know what? Bassel thinks that actually makes sense. Danny was too strange to date someone remotely normal. “I’m not even surprised, you’re a little too freaky to date someone who’s just, you know, an average person. So sure, date an aspiring cop or whatever”.

Danny snaps and finger guns at him, “think more like nanobot powered teenage ghost hunter with a jet sled”.

What. Bassel blinking, “so somehow you’re the more normal one in the relationship. This girl’s in therapy right”. Jazz actually laughs at that.

Danny screws up his face, “Ancients you sound like Jazz”, looking at her, “he sounds like you”, looking back to Bassel, “and eh, my personality has more sparkles and explosions”, tilting his head, “besides, how am I freaky, besides the gremlin energy and general chaos anyways”.

Dan snorting, “and the fact that you think dumpster chic is a good thing”.

“As if you don’t wear the same”.

“Excuse you, I lift all my clothing off of the finest of corpses”.

Bassel, and Danny for that matter, gag; Danny’s seems more mock dramatic gag though. Bassel shaking his head, “add in the fact that if someone told me you were actually a doll pretending to be human, I’d believe them”.

That gets him multiple odd looks, including from Jazz. No one bothers to pause the movie even though everyone’s attention is now on him as she quirks an eyebrow at him, “what do you mean by that? Sure my little brother can move too quietly or too quickly, and his still too skinny and pale, but I wouldn’t call him possibly inhuman looking”.

Danny points at his face, “I’m pretty sure if I looked legit freaky Dash would mock me relentlessly for it”.

Bassel is baffled, are these people just… used to him so much they don’t notice? And Dan’s just looking to the side snickering meanly, Bassel almost gets the feeling the man knows what he’s talking about. Bassel looking at each of them, “you’re telling me you guys don’t notice his skin looks like weirdly glassy play dough? Or his eyes are too big? That his teeth don’t fit in his face? He’s weighs less than a bag of potatoes!”. They all look very confused and turn to stare at Danny, who shrinks down a little awkwardly; Dan’s laughing is full on guffaws now, head tilted over the back of the chair that apparently sometimes screams. When Elle points at her own face and grins too wide, Bassel nods, “yes, you too. Less than, your uh, dad but still”, gesturing at everyone, “honestly all of you have hair that’s too strongly coloured, overly vibrant eyes, and no skin texture”, scratching his head, “I thought my girl just had a spot on skin care routine and impressive hair colouring technique that she refused to share”. Jazz fiddles with her orange hair a little, making him feel a little guilty. Bassel coughing, “not that I dislike that”. Dan barks out another loud laugh.

Jazz eventually hurling another random Bassel doesn’t know what at the man, “stop laughing! Us looking weird to normal people isn’t funny! You jerk!”.

Oh okay. So they don’t know. That was weird? Does no one in town comment on it? Does no one even notice it? Was everyone in this town that strange??? Or was everyone in town strange looking themselves?

Dan huffing another laugh, “oh it very much is! Especially because I already knew and did in fact tell you morons”, waving a hand around leisurely, “not my fault you shits thought I was just being an ass”. Bassel guesses it makes sense that the strangest and most startling looking -and feeling, frankly- one would be the one to notice.

Danny looks offended, “and how do you know this? The fuck Dan”.

The man scowls meanly, it’s very mocking, “oh I don’t know, maybe because I spent ten years travelling the globe randomly killing people? Maybe that’s it? I’m the only fucker here who’s done enough travelling to tell people find this face”, gesturing at his face and smirking, “alarming, and not just because I was usually either threatening to kill or trying to kill them”.

“What? you walked around with that face?”.

“Eh I got bored of the other one sometimes”.

Bassel is choosing to ignore part of this conversation, otherwise he’s not going to get over his girlfriend being related to what’s sounds like more ‘mass murderer’ than ‘single murderer’. Not to mention that he doesn’t want to know what is meant by the murderer having different ‘faces’. He doesn’t want to know if this man’s a real life leather face.

Elle pouts, “I travel a lot, no one tells me I look weird?”.

“Sis, you’re a kid, all little brats look fucking weird”.

The little girl giggles, earning a fond but very quick look from the large man. At least it seemed like he actually liked his family maybe.

Danny gestures at nothing and scowls at Dan, “Dan, you’re a six foot eleven wall of muscle with a face that’s default setting is evil smirk, of course people think you look scary!”.

“Oh people found me disturbing when I was wearing your skin too, mom”.

“Fuck you”.

Bassel forces himself not to ask how that’s even possible. ‘Wearing the skin’ of someone who still has their skin is impossible and not to mention the size difference, it wouldn’t fit; why is he even thinking about the logistics of this?!? Ew!

Jack scratches his head, “while I can’t say I see, I doubt you’re making stuff up”, looking at Maddie, “all the ecto you think?”.

The mother nods to herself, tapping her chin, “there’s not much else it could be, especially if our oddness is merely tamer versions of Danny’s and the grandkids”.

Bassel is lost, looking to Jazz and quirking an eyebrow. She cringes, “Danny has a very intense version of ecto-contamination”. She says that like it’s not extremely weird and concerning.

Danny chuckling, “if by that you mean I’m fucking half dead then yeah”.

Jazz swats him, “Danny! For zones sake!”.

“Hey!”, Danny sticks his arms out nearly smacking multiple people, “if I’m that freaky looking then there really isn’t a point, Jazz!”.

“I hate that you’re right!”, Jazz huffing while Bassel is officially realising that everyone just shouts at each other in this house, regardless of if they’re happy or mad or excited. Her turning to him, “my brother’s a bit dead”.

Bassel absolutely squawks at that, “what”. And then suddenly the kid’s glowing and his eyes are green, the actual hell? Elle leaning forward, sticking her tongue out and pointing at her face, also with green eyes and glowing. Bassel cautiously and slowly eyeing Dan, his eyes flash blood red and yup, glowing.

Okay. Alright. He’s in a room full of glowing people, what is he supposed to do with this? He officially thinks that anyone who has ever found out someone else wasn’t quite human in a movie was way too damn calm about it!

Jazz winces a little, she can tell her boyfriend has absolutely no idea how to react to his girlfriend's glowing family members, so she pats his shoulder, “is it weird? Yes. Am I glad my brother is only partially dead? Absolutely. Don’t worry about it?”.

He blinks owlishly at her, clearly freaked out, “it’s kinda hard not to worry about my sister having dead family members kicking around and her whole family including her being contaminated by ghost stuff enough to alter their appearances”.

Then Danny goes and opens his stupid mouth, holding up a still glowing finger, “technically, Dan’s the only one that’s totally dead. Me and Elle are still alive-ish”.

Bassel blinks again and asks something that Jazz really wishes he didn’t, “and why’s he the dead one?”, in a squeaky voice; the movie is absolutely long forgotten at this point.

Dan’s smirk is flat out evil and before anyone can stop him he responds, “oh only because I got my human shit torn out and disemboweled it. Ate half my uncle and flew off into the sunset”.

Bassel leans so far away he nearly falls off the couch, “what. The. Fuck”. While everyone else, even Elle, chastisingly shouts, “DAN FENTON!”, at the smirking full ghost. The tact on that jerk! The only tact he had was evil tact, that sought chaos and destruction!

“OoOooOOoOO, full name, I’m So HuRt. I’m So UtTeRlY aPoLoGeTiC. Truly”. The ass doesn’t mean a damn word of that and he wants them to know it. He smirks, “if we want to play that game I can just show him what I really look like”.

Danny standing up and pointing at Dan, “do that and I’m souping you”. Dan puts an offended hand to his chest and scowls deeply.

Bassel sputters, “I am never asking you people questions again, oh my god”.

Jazz can’t even blame him, even if she knows he eventually will ask more questions about, well, their everything. It was hard not to after all. She rubs his arm, “you really shouldn’t think about it too hard or worry, yes we’re used to it and know the admittedly weird science behind it”, cringing, “even if apparently only one of us was aware none of us looked normal”.

He blinks harshly, swallowing, “uh huh. You guys have a bathroom, right. Because I definitely need to decompress by staring into the mirror for a concerning length of time”.

Not good. Jazz wincing and getting up, “I’ll show you”, then pausing and eyeing Danny, “is the bathroom actually clean”.

Danny tilts his head and grimaces, also not good, “maybe don’t open the lower left cupboard”.

“Right”. Damn it, Danny. Pulling Bassel along as they head upstairs, “okay so listen to him and don’t get curious. He might have spilled something and not cleaned it so it’s gotten moldy. Or he shoved goddamn bandaging under there. Or there’s a ghost trapped in the cabinet”.

“I… kind of hate that I’m hoping it’s the first one”.

“Well considering it’s Danny, it’s probably the second. He gets injured a lot and has a non-existent biohazard safety mindset”, gesturing at the open bathroom, “anyway, here”.

… “is Danny why the shower floor looks bloodstained, wait never mind I don’t want to know”.

She gives him a supportive shoulder pat as he goes in and close the door almost hard. This… this has not gone well. At least he hasn’t ran out screaming? Yet anyways.

She heads back down stairs, pointing at Dan, “I’m blaming you, because it is your fault”, pointing at Danny, “and yours, because you somewhat made him”.

“Hey! He made himself!”.

“And he is you so my point still stands”.

“Jazz!”.

Jazz doesn’t really care that being reminded of that fact bothers her little brother, him and his off shoots have basically been terrorising her boyfriend. He should be bothered! “I am gonna be so mad at you if he decides this is too much”. At least everyone winces apologetically, except Dan who just glances away which was the closest he usually came to a ‘sorry’.

Jack rubs his neck, “sorry, Jazzy-pants. Want us to bring your guy’s stuff in?”.

She scowls, she’s not going to effectively trap her boyfriend here by doing that, “considering I don’t even know if he wants to stay here now, no dad”. Her dad winces further, good.

She sighs, flopping back down on the couch, “let’s just rewind and finish the movie. Like normal people”. Dan snorts at her and she glares bloody murder at him.

Okay. So. His girlfriend’s family are not ‘weird’, rather they are actually insane and physically impossible. Which is extremely not okay. But he likes Jazz, a whole lot actually. A ton even. She was odd but not insane or too physically impossible; and she didn’t live here, he wouldn’t have to see these people -especially Dan- often. A handful of times a year at best right now. Hell she might be annoyed enough to ban that Dan guy from being within ten feet of him; Bassel would not complain about that. Her parents at least seemed harmless, over enthusiastic and strange but acceptable. However he knew for a fact that him liking or not liking her parents didn’t mean much, she’s made it clear that she doesn’t think too highly about their opinions. Her brother though, he knows she loved that kid, sometimes she made it sound like she was more his parent than their parents were. Said brother was half freaking dead. Because apparently ghosts are a real thing and can just walk around the living like it’s nothing… and also apparently being half alive was a remotely possible thing. Also Danny, a teen, has kids. Two kids. One who’s clearly older than him and committed a likely extremely disturbing amount of murder.

Well…

They’re not Jazz’s kids. So he, maybe? won’t have to deal with them much. Jazz seemed surprised they were even here after all. Alright. Okay. He can deal with this.

That’s frankly a lie.

But he can at least manage and pretend he’s cool. Then, when they go back to uni he can have a mild freak out in his dorm room and their relationship can go back to sort of normal. He is absolutely going to ask about her ‘ecto-contamination’? later though, and if those stories about her ‘communing with ghosts’ were actually true and was she just talking to her brother or was she also talking to other ghosts.

Pushing himself off of the sink he’s been leaning on and slapping his cheeks, “you got this, man”. His reflection does not copy him.

What the actual hell is wrong with this place? Besides the apparent portal to the afterlife in the goddamn lab. How did these people break a mirrors ability to mirror? Shaking his head and pulling out his phone, okay he’s looking these people up, like he goddamn should have already.

…

Okay yeah they just are fully public with the ghost hunting thing huh? That must have been fun to grow up with. Jazz did say she tried to separate herself as much as possible from them as a teen, this is absolutely why. And apparently her brother saved an entire species of gorillas? By… climbing in one’s cage… so he’s just always been crazy and reckless, got it; but hey, at least the gorillas aren’t extinct now.

Bassel’s not surprised that looking up Elle gets him nothing, she’s a young child after all, but Dan? For a supposed murderer there isn’t even a single result about him. No wiki article, no victim impact statements, no mugshot, no public court files, no morally questionable serial killer podcasts, nothing. Weird. But he’s absolutely not asking the man about that, because he doesn’t know what kind of nightmarish response he’s going to get. Considering his age -aka, being literally older than his freaking parent- it might be some sort of time travel thing, which he mildly hates the entire notion of, especially since he’s not going to claim he knows what’s possible or not now.

After all, his reflection is still just ‘standing’ there staring at him while he’s been pacing back and forth staring at his phone. He’s not googling his girlfriend of course, that would be creepy, but what about the ‘Phantom’ thing? That… that gets a lot of results. Freaky ones.

…

So…

Apparently…

This town has a goddamn dead superhero? That’s a freaking colour inversion of Danny with green eyes and also named Danny? Which there is no way that’s ’just a coincidence’. So Jazz’s brother is kind of dead, has an ‘arch enemy’, and is almost definitely some kind of dead superhero. Cool. That’s… that’s not completely insane at all. He officially feels like he’s in a knock off marvel movie with a secret identity reveal and everything.

And oh hey! Girl in red on a jet sled, Danny’s girlfriend, also definitely a superhero. Cool. This is Hell.

… Based on all the photos and videos of full blown super powered fights this town might actually be part of hell or an afterlife full of apparently violent dead people. No wonder Jazz was leery of him so much as visiting her home town, nonetheless her parents. A google of the stats shows that these ‘ghost attacks’ happen multiple times a day and it looks like they sometimes did a concerning amount of damage. Also the mayor is that Vlad guy? The evil uncle god father arch enemy guy. Why? How even? … It was probably mind control. Oh he kind of hates this.

Also though, how the heck was this town and this whole ghosts and a death dimension situation, not known about world wide?!? If it’s some kind of government suppression of information he’s going to scream; not actually scream just… internally scream. You’d think this would be something that’s in national news, an actual real life superhero and villains, another dimension, the afterlife… Okay perhaps being super public about an after life could cause some issues among religious groups.

Then his reflection growls at him.

Nope.

He’s not dealing with that.

He’s out of the bathroom in two seconds flat, practically rushing down the stairs, wheezing. Everyone, but Dan, is on the couch again apparently finishing the bird movie; Dan is just outright nowhere to be seen which he is a-okay with. “My reflection growled at me”. Jazz buries her head in her hands, this was obviously not how she wanted this first meeting to go; it wasn’t how he wanted it to go either, but he didn’t know it going this absurdly was even possible. Meanwhile Maddie and Danny shout, “JACK!”, clearly thinking the mirror is his fault. Wasn’t something about him going to the mirror dimension mentioned earlier? or is he just starting to come up with his own crazy possibilities.

The large man runs his neck, laughing, “whoops! Must have grabbed the wrong mirror!”.

“Wrong? Mirror?”. Damn right, he said he was done asking these people to explain literally anything.

Bassel eyeballing Jazz’s dad as he gets up and begins to move upstairs, “ah yeah, Danny-boy head-butted the old one so it had to be replaced, musta got the new mirror and the dimensional mirror mixed up!”.

Why is this kid head-butting mirrors and why does this family just have a ‘dimensional mirror’? Ugh, Bassel’s poor head. Jazz apparently has these same questions, or one of them at least, as well as the willingness to ask it. “Little brother? Why were head-butting the mirror? Young Blood isn’t trying to give you another nervous breakdown, is he?”; Bassel can practically feel the worry in her voice.

Danny scowls dramatically, “I’m fine, Jazz. No need to psycho babble me, Ancients. Skulker just decided that tooth brushing time was good head shooting time, I confiscated his right arm for that and he didn’t get it back for three days”, the kid looks proud of himself, “he hasn’t attacked me in the bathroom since”.

Bassel blinks, slightly horrified, Danny what? stole some… ghosts arm? as punishment? “Uh, I’m pretty sure a supposed superhero teen is not supposed to go around stealing people’s limbs”. Jazz groans very loudly and very tiredly.

Danny laughs, “oh! You looked me up huh? Don’t worry, I only took his mecha bodysuits arm, not his actual real arm”.

That’s… stranger but better. Then Elle pipes up, “even if he had it wouldn’t matter! See-”.

“NO!”.

Bassel is not going to ask why Danny just grabbed both of her wrists and glared at her. He has absolutely learned that if someone, or everyone, shouts ‘NO’ at someone else then he absolutely did not want to know why. Instead he watches his girlfriend get up and smile very awkwardly at him, he’s unpleasantly aware of the fact that her teeth were probably whiter than they should be, “you okay? Are we good?”.

“Absolutely not, but yes, yes we’re alright. I am absolutely not visiting here frequently though. And if Dan ever shows up anywhere near my dorm I’m hitting him with a frying pan immediately”.

She actually chuckles at that, “that’s fair, I tried to shoot him when we first met and tried to hit him with the creep stick the second time”. He’s not going to ask what a creep stick is, but he’s glad she had the sense to hit someone who’s clearly dangerous. “But call if he does do something that stupid, which he shouldn’t if he knows what’s good for him. He will only laugh if you hit him with a frying pan”.

Maddie shaking her head and getting up, “I’ve done that a time or two, he has a habit of trying to sneak food or add poisons just to see if he can get away with it”. Bassel doesn’t have words to express how concerning that is. “And I’m sorry this hasn’t been the best impression, it’s also unfortunately not the worst either though”. Oh. This could be worse? How? Blowing up the house? Hospitalising him? Probably!

Elle sticks a star sticker on him, “congratulations! For passing the weirdness tolerance test!”, looking back at Danny, “am I allowed to try and bite him now?”.

“No, you little shit”, Danny grumbling, “teething preteens are the worst”.

Wasn’t teething supposed to be something babies did? He wants to ask but nope, he’s not going there.

Then Jack’s voice startles him a good bit, “Your reflection must have been staring at you for a while there, buckeroo! Had to really shake it to get him to go away”.

Man was Jack ever a loud guy. Bassel chuckling awkwardly, “yeah I was a little preoccupied and choosing to ignore the insane broken mirror”.

Dan has apparently come back, “ha! You’re lucky your reflection didn’t try to reach through the mirror and strangle you”.

Bassel is not asking. Bassel is not asking. Bassel is not asking. But note to self, do not ignore sentient reflections that move of their own accord. Jazz even shakes her head, “okay that wasn’t the smartest decision you could have made, but I get it”, and she gestures at the couch, “want to finish the movie? Then we can get our stuff in?”.

He sighs, tired, “yeah, yeah, that’s… that’s good”. Just let everything else be normal, or as normal as it can be with the literal walking dead being in the room. Elle grabs him and Jazz before dragging them to the couch, the child is way too strong.

Jazz can practically feel the relief in her bones when they make it through the rest of the movie without anymore incidents, everyone getting up and Jack grabbing a scowling disgruntled Dan to help bring stuff inside. Dan grumbling, “I feel the need to point out that Danny is just as strong as me even if he looks like a damn beanpole”.

Danny shouting, “you mean I’m stronger than you! And hey! I’m lean!”, after them.

Bassel quirking an eyebrow at Jazz, her shaking her head with a small smile, “ectoplasmic energy counts for more than physical appearances with ghosts, my little brother might still be a child and thusly hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet, but he can absolutely take his kid down a peg or two”. And he absolutely loved to pester Dan about that fact, while Dan loved to pester Danny about still being ‘puny’.

Dan growls from the garage doorway, “You lot would be dead otherwise and you know it”.

Jazz rolls her eyes, “maybe at one point but we’ve grown on you, don’t lie mister”. The full ghost only grumbles incoherently in response.

Of course her dad tries to open the trunk before Bassel can unlock it, resulting in him picking the car up, Dan having to catch the car when the trunk opens taking dad’s grip with it. Dan chuckling, “normally I’m the one who’s into picking up vehicles”.

Dad chuckling himself, “yeah and you usually throw them when you pick them up!”.

Bassel shakes his head as the full ghost sets his car on the ground fully, “do not throw my car, do all of you just have super strength”.

Jazz facepalms when her dad tilts his head like a puppy, “little cars like these aren’t that heavy though? I could have lifted this back in my college years even”. Bassel looks baffled when she glances at him.

Jazz sighing at her dad, “Dad, your parents were ghost hunters too, you’ve probably been contaminated your whole life, like me and Danny”.

“Oh right! Ha! I forgot about that! Silly me!”.

Bassel shakes his head in disbelief but takes a few of his things instead of letting the two much larger men carry everything. Jazz makes zero attempt to help Dan with any of it, her sticking her tongue out him instead. He snickers at her, “really taking the higher road here, aunty”.

“Like you’re one to talk”.

“The high road and I are incapable of coexistence”.

“Exactly”.

At least it seems like Bassel is fondly amused with their bantering, instead of disturbed, as they move from the garage and up to her old room/the spare room. Her eyeing her mom while the three men set things down in the room, “so where are Elle and Dan staying?”.

Dan scoffing from inside the room, “you say that like I sleep at all”. She studiously ignores him.

Her mom humming, “why don’t you ask Elle? Because I’m not sure”. And Elle pops out from behind Maddie, “we’re not. Grandma Pandora’s supposed to give me some sword fighting lessons!”, pouting, “and I gotta practice if I ever want to beat pops someday”.

Danny can be heard shouting, “like that’ll ever happen!”, from somewhere; and the little missy is off like a rocket after her dad probably to tackle him.

Dan growling, “if you try to make me organize your guys shit I’m going to intentionally remove every screw, battery, and third paper from everything I can get my claws on”, before Jack laughs and pushes the ghost out of the room. Dan eyeing Jazz, “and if you’ll remember, I’m not ‘allowed’ to be out past sunset”.

Ah right, she did actually forget about that. “Serves you right”. As he heads down and back to the living room he sticks his tongue out at her, it absolute is forked this time.

Bassel popping his head out of the room, “you want your studies and research notes left on the night stand? And remind me why we’re staying inside this strange house instead of a hotel, there’s… mold with eyes I think, in the corner”. Her wincing, “because the hotel has mandatory waivers and doesn’t allow Fenton’s”, then nodding up at him, “yeah my stuff’s fine there, don’t put anything in the drawers, sometimes stuff just vanishes inside for an unknown reason”. Based on him ducking back in immediately, he had in fact put some stuff inside a drawer and the sigh of relief and her dads light hearted laughter tells her that whatever it was was still there. At least some things were going right.

And then it promptly goes horribly wrong as soon as Bassel comes out to go back downstairs with her. A massive black star speckled ghost phasing their way down through the goddamn ceiling, Bassel going stalk stiff while Jazz dashes up the steps with him in her grasp and ducks both of them into the bathroom. Bassel sticking his head out of the bathroom while crouching just like her and whispering, “was that thing a freaking ghost? What the hell, babe”.

Her basically hissing at him, “yes, and a very powerful one”. Bassel grumbling, “I think today hates us”. She whole heartedly agrees.

Meanwhile the ghost is shouting, “PHANTOM! I request your aid!”, and from her and Bassel’s bathroom vantage point it looks like the ghost just got punched in their masked face -based on them being pushed back out of the kitchen entry way with a hand to their face- by Dan, who stomps out snarling, all fang but thankfully still human-looking, “wrong one, you sleepy ass”.

Starry sleep ghost… starry sleep ghost… ah right! Their name was Nocturne right? Her little brother did try to get her to remember the names of the more important ghosts after all. “Nocturne?”.

Oh she shouldn’t have said anything. The ghost looks to her and ‘brightens up’ in that cruel looking way many ghosts do, them promptly stretching and looming their body up and head over her and Bassel, “ah, young Phantom’s brethren. Do you know as to where I can find the one that will not attempt to eat beings of ancient malevolence?”. Bassel is shaking and she’s worried he’s going to pass out.

Dan rams a clawed hand into the ghosts body, “I’m true malevolence, mother fucker. Get back here”.

Thankfully Danny -in his ghost form unfortunately- pops in before Dan can do something stupid, “Dan! Leave the freaking god of sleep alone! Oh my Ancients!”. Him pointing at Nocturne’s face as the ghost moves down to him completely ignoring Jazz and Bassel now, “what the zone, Nocturne? You can’t just bust into my lair core whenever you feel like it just because I don’t get enough damn sleep”.

The ghost holds up a finger, “ah but that is hardly the reason for my arrival, I have seemed to ‘fucked up’, as you would say, to an unfortunate degree”.

Danny sighs and sags his entire body, floating in the air, “ugh, what did you do?”.

“I acquired-”.

Danny interrupting immediately, “You mean stole”.

“I acquired some eternal gardenia from FungalLung, they have now beset my domain with pink dew and blood blossom seeds”.

“Why the actual crap would you steal from that split personality psycho? There’s a reason no one goes near that kids garden”.

“I had a need for such things, as someone-”.

“Oh no, no blame game bullshit outta you, shit ass”.

“Our king needs to be-”.

“Needs to be allowed to have a bit of goddamn fun and some breaks, that’s what he needs. Now play guide, you reckless starry blanket”, Danny eyeing Dan, “Dan. Let. Go”.

Dan flinching and doing as he’s more or less commanded to. Scoffing, crossing his arms, and moving back into the kitchen with a tense, “whatever”.

Bassel wheezes when the ghost and her brother disappear through the floor, Jazz standing up fully and pulling him along with, “great. Just great. Love it. What next? An invasion?”.

Elle hums, “I mean, I could ask mythic grandma if she’s up for one”.

Jazz and Maddie both pointing at her aggressively with matching, “absolutely not”’s. Making the girl giggle. Jazz looking back to Bassel, “I promise you’re okay and not about to get attacked. Are you feeling okay?”.

“I am ten seconds away from wanting to lay on the carpet and scream cry into it, and I am positive I need a shock blanket”.

At least she doesn’t even have to ask her mom to get one for her to rush off and do so, Jazz and Maddie herding him into the spare room wrapped up in a Fenton ghost proof shock blanket in record time. Jazz nodding softly at her moms apologetic look and gesturing for her to leave them be, dad following his wife out with an exaggerated wince.

She shuffles up next to him and rubs his arm from over the blanket, effectively side hugging him, “okay so you’ve properly seen your first ghost, and they were unfortunately one of the non-human ones; but, Nocturne is quite safe actually, more a neutral being than malicious”.

He nods a little.

“They do tend to harass my brother a lot since they care a lot about sleep and he doesn’t get nearly enough of it”, shaking her head and laughing lightly a little, “and yes, what Danny said is true, they are for all accounts and purposes the god of sleep”, sighing, “nearly every god worshiped through out history is real and, yes, a ghost”.

He swallows, pulling the blanket around himself more, “that’s… kind of insane and a lot”.

Jazz nods more so to herself, she had a hard time swallowing that herself as a teen, “I know. I still find it a bit baffling myself and it is extremely strange actually meeting any of them”.

“At… at least you actually seem weirded out. Everything… else doesn’t seem to be, uh, strange, to you”.

“I’m used to it, more than I’d really like to be. I definitely wi- would prefer if my family was more normal, even marginally. And I’d rather my brother not be wrapped up in all this the way he is. Even Dan and Elle often feel that way, even if they wouldn’t exist if he wasn’t involved so heavily in everything”.

“That’s, concerning, actually”.

Jazz pats his arm some, “they haven’t had the best existences”.

Dan then startles her, voice coming through the door, “and there’s the simple fact that everyone would be better off if I never existed”.

Jazz sighing to herself and looking to the door, “Dan that’s not true”.

“And that’s crap and you know it, don’t bullshit me Jazz”; it sounds like he’s stomped off. She’s… going to have to talk to him later.

Bassel shivers, “he’s got a lot of… issues, huh”.

Jazz sighing and nodding, closing her eyes, “if people tell you you’re a monster enough that becomes all that you are and healing becomes nearly impossible”, shaking her head and looking at him, he’s watching her intently, “Elle and Danny are good for him but his emotions don’t work like they’re supposed to because of what happened to him. He’s also partly being pissy because Danny genuinely scolded him. Anyone exerting their power over him tends to rile him up, whether he wants it to or not”.

“Part of him being a, uh, ghost?”.

She nods, “yup. Though I doubt talking about Dan is great for you right now”.

Bassel looks away and stares forwards, “no, probably not”, shaking his head and readjusting into the blanket, “… that, ghost, called your brother a king, didn’t they”.

Jazz shrugs, “he tires not to let it get to his head”.

He shakes himself a little, shaking his head slowly side to side, “yeah no, I’m not pushing. Though is that why he feels like death, the pressure of death at least, when he looks all black and white”.

“I… if he feels like that I’ve never noticed, sorry. But I was living with him when that change happened so it very well might have happened slowly, over time”.

“I guess that makes sense, it almost felt hard to breathe when his voice got… thick? at Dan”.

Jazz blinks, nodding immediately, “ah that’s actually a specific power he has. He mostly just uses it to get across that he’s not playing around, that he’s being serious”.

“Effective”.

Jazz nods slowly, letting him just breathe for a bit. She guesses she can understand how her brother can be a bit much, and it was definitely for the best that Bassel found out before a ghost crashed the party that her brother was a ghost himself. Then he speaks up again, “you’re entirely alive, right? I know you have a lot of spooky rumours that follow you and, like I said, you do look off. So, you’re not a ghost, right?”.

Jazz is tempted to laugh, instead she just shakes her head, “no, not even a little bit”.

“Good. That’s good”.

She just hums, nodding to herself. Waiting for him to work through his own head. Hearing about ghosts and seeing one were very different things, and an Ancient was hard to run into no matter what Danny said. She swears it’s like he forgets that he is in the same sort of classification as them. But at least it seems like Bassel’s handling it better than many do, better than most non-Amity Parkers at least. And then her dad goes and bangs the door open, nearly making Bassel fling himself off of the bed, “I made hot chocolate!”.

“Dad! He’s trying to wind down! Not get the zone scared out of him!”.

Her dad wincing, “ah sorry, Jazzy”, holding up the two cups, “hot chocolate?”, and tilts his head to the side.

Jazz sighs, side eyeing Bassel to make sure he isn’t going to freak out further before getting up and grabbing the cups, “I know you mean well, dad, but you’re still a very loud, very large, presence”.

He rubs his neck and laughs awkwardly, tilting sideways enough to look at Bassel. Giving her boyfriend a thumbs up, “you kids get settled, no funny business”.

“Oh my zone!”, she shoves him out with a foot, barely managing not to spill, and kicks her door shut. At least she manages to give Bassel the hot chocolate gently, “that man, I swear”.

Bassel genuinely laughs though, staring at the hot chocolate in his hands, “that was so utterly normal dad behaviour though, it’s grounding actually”.

Huh. Guess he actually did a good job. “Then I owe him an apology”. She makes her sip on the hot chocolate -that’s already been adequately cooled, thanks dad genuinely- loud, purely to encourage Bassel to drink his.

He notices the cooled temp too, “he waited till it was cool but not too cool, huh?”.

“Yeah. He’s a bit of a fool and reckless but he cares a lot and has a good heart that’s as big as he is”.

Bassel humming and they sit in silence for a bit until, “is your brother going to be okay? I know I called him a superhero and google seems to say he is but…”.

“Oh superhero is very accurate by human standards, but by ghosts he’s basically normal. Behaviour wise at least. Most of the time”, shaking her head, “he’ll be fine, even if it sounds like he might wind up with a case of Blood Blossom poisoning again”.

“Let me guess, ghost poison?”.

“Yup”.

“That’s absurd”, and he sips at his hot chocolate some, “he’s not going to vomit on the floor is he?”.

Okay she can’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head, “no, no, more coughing fits, aches and pains, and muscle spasms. That’s only because he’s alive enough to not be fully affected”.

“Hence why this powerful ghost came for his help?”.

Jazz nodding, “hence why a powerful ghost came for his help”, tilting her head, “though if I remember right pink dew is a psychedelic, so he also might be high when he gets back”.

“Oh god, I don’t think that kid should ever do drugs. Being near your entire family is like being on drugs”, sticking his arms out of the blanket and gesturing the mug around, “if I woke up in the morning and was told this was all one big fever dream, I’d believe it”.

“That’s understandable. Which is why the rest of the world considers this town a hoax”.

“Yeah I was wondering about that”, he downs a considerable amount of his drink, “you’d think the whole world would know about this. But I guess that would cause an uproar”.

Jazz sighing, almost annoyed, “yeah, the government does try to keep a lid on everything”.

“God damn it. Seriously? Ugh. I hate that I called ‘government cover up’ as the why”.

“There’s more to it but the rest is a lot weirder to the point where even I don’t want to think about it. It’s actually in the category of too weird”. Her little brother mind wiping an entire planet after fighting a reality controlling clown that turned roads into rollercoasters and made him fight a fire breathing clown and a lava pit full of rubber ducks, was so many steps past extremely strange.

Bassel full body cringing, “then I definitely don’t want to know. I do want to know if the stories about you communing with ghosts in your dorm are true though, and if your dorms is ‘contaminated’”, looking down at the cup, “and we should thank your dad for this. It was pretty good”.

Jazz blushes a little, “they’re true, even ghosts need therapy and I don’t need my license to give it to them. Sometimes it is just Danny though, and I’m good about keeping on top of decontamination, so don’t worry about that”, then eyeing him, he still seemed a little out of it and shocky but he was definitely better and really there was no normalising or rationalizing her family, “we’ll go down and thank him if you’re alright”.

He nods down at the cup and to himself, then looking at her with a nod and shaking smile, “I’m going to be digesting all of this for days at least, but I’m okay, babe. I absolutely hope today was the weirdest day of this week visit though”.

Jazz hums, standing up and offering him her mug-free hand, “well Dan will avoid Danny for at least a full day and Pandora will keep Elle busy for at least three; so there won’t be their chaos for a little while. As for literal gods showing up, that happens so seldom that I genuinely believe that Johnny’s Shadow might’ve snagged us some bad luck on the way into town”.

“Johnny’s Shadow?”.

Oh maybe she shouldn’t have brought that guy up. Wincing, “um, Shadow is basically Johnny’s pet or familiar? And Johnny is a ghost I may have dated? Once? He wasn’t genuine about it, and I was a dumb teenager who feel for his stupid motorbike and bad boy vibes”.

He actually snickers at her, before laughing fully and having to put the mug to the side to avoid spilling it, “I! Can not believe how stereotypical! That is!”, shaking his head and wheezing, eyeing her, “straight laced, honor role daughter falls for a motorcycle riding bad boy who’s all charm and bad intentions”.

She smacks his arm, “don’t be mean”, she doesn’t mean it at all though, “and Danny actually dated his girlfriend, she was trying to make Johnny jealous”.

“So what I’m getting here is ghosts are seriously just goddamn people, some are just very extra”.

“That’s one way to put it, yeah. Or they’re more like animals”.

Bassel blinks as they shuffle out of the room, “oh thats right, the green dog, where’d he? go?”.

Jazz snorts, “Danny sent him back to, well, the other side as it were; since mom was trying to taser him”. He was always so protective of that dog, even if said dog caused so many issues.

“That did seem a bit excessive”.

“Oh absolutely not, that dog is an actual menace”.

“I’m just going to take your word for it”.

They pop into the kitchen, she’s not surprised both Dan and Elle are gone. “Thanks for the hot chocolate, dad”. Bassel nodding, “yeah, it was really good, thank you”.

Her dad gives a goofy thumbs up, “glad you liked it!”. And she thinks everything might just be okay.

Bassel’s not really sure what to do about all of this. What he does know is that he’s better off not thinking about it and not trying to actually figure out what to do about all of this. He knows Jack Fenton cares a lot, makes good hot chocolate, he’s loud and big, and sure he’s a little off and too strong but he actually is like a puppy. Maddie Fenton was a lot softer, a lot more aware that her family was odd, more socially adept, but she was also more threatening and quick to fight; strange and off as well but she came off as more normal than her husband. Danny was… a nightmare, full stop, he’s a little worried what kind of friends the teen had that could put up with him. He was borderline actually insane, but from what Bassel saw on his google trip he also was a genuinely good kid. Bassel’s fairly certain that even if the world turned against him he’d still fight to save it; that took a level of sheer determination and heart that Bassel probably didn’t have himself. Elle was just a weird kid with too lax and strange of a parent, she might stand a chance at being almost normal someday. Maybe. Dan was an utter psycho though, he honestly can not think of a redeeming quality for that one. Doesn’t even want to try. Because excusing a murderer was not a line he feels like toeing. Jazz says Dan wouldn’t hurt any of them and does love them, but he’s not sold on that; it seemed more likely that she just didn't want to admit that the man was simply an awful unkind corrupt person.

And Jazz?

Well, his opinion honestly hasn’t changed. She’s still awesome, beautiful, caring, neurotic, a worrier, and slightly strange. He wants to think she’d be the same, though maybe less strange, even if she had a perfectly normal and average family. He wasn’t about to let odd family break them up, even if it was the kind of odd normally reserved for tv shows and the weird comics you find at truck stops that are filled with plot holes and questionable narrative direction. Either way he’s sticking around, so long as he can actually physically survive a week in this place.

Him watching as Danny, covered in some kind of clear goo or slime, kicks open the lab door with blown out pupils and a gnarly rash on half his face. “I! Never want to see! Another! Fucking! Person with me damn mushroom eyes again! I feel! Disgusting! Bleh!”, sticks out his tongue and then faceplants onto the floor groaning; the slime stuff splatters around a bit.

Bassel blinks, “um, should someone drag him up to the bathroom or something?”. Then the kid sprouts another set of goddamn arms and hands out of his back and proceeds to dragging himself across the floor and up the stairs with them. “Never mind, what the hell. I never want to see that again”.

Jazz sighs, rinsing out their cups, “he’s definitely high, don’t touch the goo trail”, moving to get the biohazards mop and bucket, “Danny can be a bit of a jerk with the body horror stuff but he usually reserves it for people he knows can handle it”.

“That’s… good. Dear god”.

And then… Danny??? runs up the lab stairs, “did anyone see a body of mine”.

Jazz throws the mop at him and yelps, “what the Zone! Danny?”, making faces at him and pointing at the stairs that still has a slime trial on it, “I have some serious questions”.

He blinks at her, “rogue duplicate”, and runs towards the stairs.

Jazz throws up her hands, “why would you use a power you suck at to deal with drug flowers!”.

“Because I didn’t want to personally deal with blood blossoms!”, the kid slips on the slime and smashes his face into the stairs, “fuck!”, then scramble crawls up the steps.

Bassel grabs the mop back up, ignores that it’s a weirdly hot pink colour, and hands it off to his girlfriend, “so that was a thing that happened”.

Jack starts wheeze laughing, sitting down at the kitchen table, “I hope his duplicate at least had fun!”.

Maddie grinning at the man, “I’m sure it did, Jack hon”.

Everyone, including Bassel, ignores the strange thumping going on upstairs as well as the… arm that comes hurling down the steps and dissolves into green goo against a wall. Staying here was going to give him some extremely unique and unfortunate nightmares, wasn’t it? At least now he gets why his girlfriend had such an easy time writing behavioural papers, she had multiple subject studies. He might even be able to bang out a paper or two on human adaptability after this. He absolutely was not doing any papers on people growing arms out of their backs though, that would get him sent on a grippy sock vacation.

Danny pops back in looking disgusted, “it’s dealt with”.

Maddie eyeing him cautiously, “is the hall way intact?”.

The boy sags and gives a truly crushed, “no”.

At this point, Bassel thinks that’s frankly expected. He also thinks that this household is cursed. At least Jack bounds up the stairs to start fixing the hallway and Bassel legitimately doesn’t care to check out the damage. Truly. Instead he’s just going to sit down with his girlfriend and, like her, mildly regret him coming and going into this ‘cold turkey’. Next time she warns him about something, he’s going to demand an explanation instead of brushing her worries off.

End.

Promtps: Jazz brings a date home for the first time. She didn’t exactly brief them on her family’s whole ghost thing. Antics ensue. All the Fentons are a bit more ghostly than they know The Phantom Clan (Dan, Dani, and Danny) is awake and about to make it everyone's problem Jazz has a reputation at college for being spooky, it doesn't help that she communes with ghosts. Uncanny valley is strong with Danny, most Amity Parkers don't realize it, but any time anyone from out of town sees him, they're in for a spook. Nocturne fucked up BIG TIME and now needs help from the ghost kid.

[definitelynotanalien]

As the World Burns

Chapter 1: A whole new world

Masterlist

You were exasperated. Not only because of the certain obnoxious albino in front of you, but because of the time.

No one likes to be late to their job, and you were certainly no exception. Maybe you could’ve left the house a few minutes earlier, but if it weren’t for an accident then you would be right on time.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You uttered to the man in front of you. He was blocking your way, what were you supposed to do. And he wasn’t even blocking it to do something important, he seemed to just stand there for fun. Like actually. Whenever you tried to push through him (and his rather toned body) he blocked you.

The albino giggled, “Then let’s take a selfie.”

At those fairly inconic words, you finally recognised the man. He was the man, the myth, the legend, Prussia (of course you only knew this due to a random thirst trap that appeared on your for you page).

Prussia was more devious then you expected, To tell the truth, he looked like a demon. He had pale skin, hair as white as snow, and blood red eyes. As well as having a rather sharp face.

“What.” You finally said.

“You wanted a picture, ja~”

“That’s not what i meant…”

“i know that!”

Prussia looked rather mischievously at you. He wore a smirk and a weird blue outfit. It was fashionable but rather odd to be wearing day to day.

“As much as i’d love to continue this banter, i have to get to work.”

What a smart response, you applauded yourself and walked off. Of course based off his status as a country, and your status as an intern, you would probably see him again.

✦ ⟵⟶ ✦

“Hold the door.” Someone exhaustively requested, from very far outside the elevator door.

As you could not be bothered to be rude, you held said door.

“Thanks,” an exasperated man walked in, “I hope i wasn’t a bother.”

As yes, others with low self esteem. Not a challenge you haven’t faced before.

“lol it’s fine.”

“Did you just use ‘lol’ in verbal language?”

The brunette asked, his shoulder length locks falling upon his shoulders. The man had dazzling green eyes, ones that could reflect your soul. He had a bit of a crooked back, perhaps from hours of manual labour. He wore a neat suit, not unlike your own. The man was beautiful, to put it short. And probably another country, although you couldn’t put your finger on which one.

He looked european due to his features, perhaps France dyed his hair and got contacts?

You could have probably identified his accent, but one may be lazy every once and a while.

“Yes.”

There was a pregnant pause,

“Okay…”

fknfjsmd

The man stared at you like you were the moon, if the moon was a crazy, well dressed gremlin who didn’t bother to learn proper english.

The rest of the elevator ride was spent in uncomfortable silence.

[holyguardian]

PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !

alias / name : Muddy, real name is Kristy but a lot of people from my work place(s) (it happened at two places) call me Krissie due to hearing whoopsies in aged care (now I'm oddly attached to my wrong name bc only the people I get really attached to end up calling me that??) birthday : May 20 BC zodiac sign : Taurus height : 165cm hobbies : Creative writing, cooking, playing videogames, consuming spookums horror media or occasionally true crime, listening to podcasts like Distractable, watching youtube (Ask A Mortician, Charlotte Dobre, Gab Smolders and Watcher are a few faves), trying to get more into gardening / learning artwork. favourite colour : My answer usually changes, at the moment deep greens! favourite book : Obv a cookbook RecipeTin Eats: Dinner by Nagi Maehashi but also a recent fave is Episode 13 by Craig DiLouie last film / show : I watched Damsel on Netflix and it was the right amount of easy watch and trashy to switch my brain off for a bit, and a dear friend asked about watching their fave anime which we finished today (I forgot the name, I'm plagued with horrid memory but they did all the streaming) recent reads : Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson (still reading) inspiration : If I consume a piece of media there's a good chance I'm going to chew it up and spit it back out with my own ideas. My close friends are a massive inspiration too, whatever brain gremlins they have usually end up infecting me. Also the mood setting stuff, like listening to certain music can set the tone for what I'll feel like writing later, or if I'm hyperfocused on something (eg. at the moment it's nail polish) I'll think about how a certain character might relate to that. I literally painted my nails black with holo glitter because I thought my OC would wear her nails like this. story behind url : Aerith's white materia summons the ultimate white magic, Holy. She's the guardian of the white materia, which she keeps hidden in her hair ribbon. Holy Guardian. I toyed with changing her URL to being oearth because she has such a close tie with the earth being a gardener, and being in tune with the planet, plus if you squint it kind of looks like I jumbled her name around (Ifalna's name is a transliteration of "final" and Aerith's was supposed to be a near-anagram of "earth") BUT I'M TOO ATTACHED TO CHANGE IT. fun fact about me : My blood type is O negative yeehaw.

tagged by: @altrxisme 💖 tagging: @cyberpawn @gcldfanged @hautevaux @kunselxsoldier @lockhartred @noblehcart @oiceheart @reapersxfolly @sacredflorist @soldier-lodbrok

[devilgenics]

Laughing Jack headcanons?

I didn't see this request! I'm super sorry if you waited too long, but now I finished this request!! :D Also I'm doing just general hcs and not x reader hcs! I have so many hcs, just tell me if y'all want a second part or other hcs, my requests are open!!

[English isn't my first language, feel free to correct me if I made any spelling mistakes :)]

General Laughing Jack Headcanons

Tall, like really tall (but not as tall as Slender)

He has long arms and can adjust their length whenever he wants to

Takes a lot of time to get ready, especially with his make up and his hair

Touch his hair and you'll be gone

Only wears black and white clothes

Sometimes argues with Jeff, Kagekao or Zero who can wear black and white clothes the best

No matter what he wears, he always has something with feathers on him

Could be a hat with a feather or his shoulder pads, it's his trademark

You know he was at a certain place when you see a lot of black feathers laying around

He also wears shoes with heels a lot cause he thinks it looks fancy but sometimes falls over because of them

He can't keep his balance

He can't sit still either, he's always moving

He creates his own candy with unique flavors

And yes, some of them are poisoned

He will come to the mansion at random times with a bag full of new candy flavors and the others have to try them

There are some awesome flavors like cookie dough mixed with caramell

But there are also disgusting flavors like fish and lobster (no offense to anyone who actually likes this xD)

Sometimes he just mixes random disgusting flavors together to prank the others

Have I already mentioned that he loves pranks?

Pranks like mixing green hair color in Ben's shampoo bottle to call him a gremlin

Tells you random jokes and even if no one is laughing he will literally burst out in tears over his own jokes

Has a room in the mansion that is carnival themed

He spends his time on carnivals scaring entertaining kids

He also gives out toys to kids that are made by Jason to keep an eye on them

He can't stand kids that are unfriendly, rude or don't respect others

He loves to play with Sally or other kids that are nice and friendly

He is good at every game, but doesn't like hide and seek cause he is afraid no one will find him and he has to be alone again

Major trust and abandonment issues

Has to get used to new people but isn't shy or afraid to talk to them

[sunlightandsuffering]

Mikasa usually shows up to her college classes with 0 effort put into her appearance. No makeup, dark baggy clothes with her hair in a messy bun and sometimes she just straight up doesn't bother changing out of her pj's and slippers🤣

But surprisingly whenever a psych class given by a certain handsome green eyed TA is on her schedule she always shows up in the skimpiest and most revealing outfits, all dolled up💀

LMFAO ITS SASHA WHO NOTICES !!! They show up early to their tutorial, as Mikasa for some reason is always INSISTENT on doing so she can get good seats even tho there's only 30 ppl in it, and Sasha is just innocent sitting there chowing down on a baked potato she brought from home like huh Mikasa u sure do dress up for this tutorial I haven't seen you like like anything less than a gremlin for weeks. Eren chokes on his coffee, Mikasa threatens to stab Sasha with her pencil and Sasha is just confusede bc it was just an observation?? Eren keeps sending Mikasa furtive glances and she can't look at him bc she's been OUTED !!

I love these Sasha moments bc they feel like hilarious revenge for all those times in canon when Mikasa made those sly little comments about her bestie 🤣🤣 SIR SASHA FARTED!

[ponds-of-ink]

Notre Dame AU Prologue: “Sun’s Early Morning Storytime (And The Guest Choir Who Helped Him Tell It)”

Since Ruin could drop at any time now, let’s backtrack on this story a little. How exactly did the day of the Festival of Tomfoolery start? And, come to think of it, how exactly would the Bells of Notre Dame scene work in this context? Would flashbacks still be involved?

..A bit of spoilers, but the answer is “no”. You’ll see why in a second.

(Also, for some wondering: Yes, I did do a poll on a certain aspect of this. But due to.. possibly upcoming fandom moments, I’ve been forced to speed-run this chapter a little. Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll, though.)

The church bells rang eight minutes to seven in the morning. A small band of choir members lined up at the foyer. The sopranos wished each other the best on their high notes. The altos and tenors in the middle viewed each other’s scores, deciding amongst themselves who would cover for who in case of a last minute blowout. As for the basses in the back, they had the responsibility of preparing two of their men for very special roles. With help from their peers, these men donned their additional attire as they muttered some final words of “good luck with this whole ‘Fazbear Annual Performance’ thing.”

Once everyone was set, the choirmaster signaled to a more modern-looking teen. The teen pulled a lever, then covered his ears as the bells above rang a short melody.

Using this as their cue, the basses and tenors sung out a haunting song seemingly lost to time. The sopranos and altos echoed out this melody as they walked out into the sunlight. They entered into an astroturf courtyard overlooking an indoor fairytale castle, completely unfazed by the strange mishmash of fantasy and mall-time ambiance.

Meanwhile, the tenors and basses joined their fellow choristers’ sides– Except for the last two, who walked in front of them in a single file of their own. As they settled into position, a shift in the melody jolted anyone else who heard it. An ominous air built itself as the “leading” basses adjusted into position. The one in silken ebony garb stood tall and stern while his fellow man in a coarse green poncho cowered. Both, however, braced for the impact of the crescendo.

The bell in that fairytale castle noisily clanged in rhythm as every singer battled to raise their voice. Their nearby audience gazed at them in shock, but a jester-like robot silently redirected their attention to his cart. A jaunty tune played through hidden speakers as he hopped into his theater-like wagon labeled “Sun’s Traveling Caravan” in bright-colored letters. Once he settled into his spot, he sang a song of his own. This time, it was one at least a few in the crowd were familiar with.

“Morning in Paris, the city awakes

To the bells of Notre Dame

The fisherman fishes, the baker man bakes

To the bells of Notre Dame

To the big bells as loud as the thunder—“

The castle bell clanged with all its might. Though taken aback by the move, Sun still gestured in its general direction.

”To the little bells soft as a psalm..”

The church bells now took their time in the spotlight. Their much quieter chimes reinvigorated the jester.

“And some say the soul of the city’s the toll of the bells..

The bells of Notre Dame”

As soon as he finished his little ditty, he ushered some curious children a bit closer to his wagon. “Listen to that bell,” he instructed one of them in a cheerful tone. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods–“ He briefly froze in place, as if realizing that he had forgotten something important. “But, you know, it doesn’t ring all by itself,” he added in a more sly tone, his triangular “hair pieces” twitching.

One of his arms moved into view, revealing a moon-themed hand puppet. “It doesn’t?” it ‘asked’ in a high-pitched, raspy voice.

“No, you silly little gremlin!” Sun chortled, patting the puppet on the head. “Way up there, somewhere in that dark bell tower, is a mysterious bell ringer.”

As the younger children questioned each other in amazement, certain members of the choir took that one statement as a cue to break away from the rest. They helped each other quickly slip on accessories and such as Sun continued to distract the audience. “Who is this creature?” he asked in befuddlement.

“Who?” the puppet echoed, its mitten arms bouncing up and down.

“And what is he?” Sun inquired further, unintentionally prompting some of the noisier kids to parrot the question back at him.

“What?” the puppet repeated again, leaning down towards one particular child.

“And how did he come to be there?” Sun concluded, eyeing the now-ready choir before setting his sights on his own puppet.

“How?” the moon puppet chimed in one last time, almost ready to snatch the closest kid’s camera. A flick of the tiny hat from Sun, however, caused him to return to his rightful spot. “Hush,” Sun chided the puppet sharply, his rays twitching a little. Then, feeling a bit more collected, he turned his attention back to his entire audience. “And I will tell you,” he resumed, a strange sense of calmness entering his voice. “But be ready: It is quite a tale. A tale of a ‘man’.. and a monster.”

At the word “monster”, the jester’s head spun like a pinwheel. His body’s colors changed from sunny yellows and noble reds to moonlit monochrome and ominous blues. His rays also vanished into his robotic head, replaced by a nightcap much like the one the puppet had. The only thing that survived this ominous transformation was his voice, though it too grew more soft and eerie as it regaled a story of ages past... Through song, of course.

“Dark was the night when our tale was begun

Far away from Notre Dame”

Six of the choir members, now with colored traveling hoods, entered into the center ‘stage’ that was the castle courtyard. One of them in particular cradled a lantern as if it were a child, much to her fellow people’s chagrin. “Tell it to shut up, will you?” a man quipped to the woman in a golden cloak. “We’ll be spotted!”

The woman gently chided the lantern as the man in a green poncho nervously looked around. For some reason, only her seemed to take notice of this companion by her side.

“Four frightened travelers slipped silently under

The woods most still and calm”

Another one of the journeyers talked with the person in front. As they negotiated, the bassist in black robes emerged from the remaining choir. All six of the others turned around in horror and confusion.

“But a trap had been laid for the ‘children’

And they gazed up in fear and alarm

At a figure whose clutches were iron as much as the bells..”

Murmurs of “it’s a judge?” and other puzzled remarks ran throughout the five. The sixth hid behind the woman in gold as she defensively clutched her prized possession. Meanwhile, Sun –or, shall I say, Moon– concluded this newest development by finishing his comparison.

“The bells of Notre Dame...”

The children surrounded Moon as a cry for mercy sprang up from the choir. As the obvious question of “who is this man?” piped up from multiple kids, Moon gently assured them via a protective shield with his arm and a straightforward explanation.

”Court Judge Malhale longed to purge the world of errs and sin–“

Another plea for mercy arose as the bassist playing “Malhare” adjusted his Royal hat. He straightened out one of the brown feathers as he prepared to doll out his character’s judgement.

“And he saw corruption everywhere except within...”

“Judge Malhare” pulled the woodland guide aside. “Bring these intruders to my area of the forest,” he instructed, giving him a cold stare. “And take that lantern from this.. ‘Royal’ one. She may be more of a thief than a ‘princess’.”

Meanwhile, the woman in gold broke away from her group. The silent man followed suit, making sure he’d stay by her side. Despite her terror, the girl darkly glared at the invader before sprinting away with her companion. The Judge chased after, practically shoving everyone else aside.

”She ran,” Moon relayed in a hushed whisper, chilling the last of his more unfazed audience. He let out an soft, but ominous laugh as he ducked under his show stage. Now it was the choir’s turn to help stir the theater of the mind. And, with most of their members returned, they thundered out another passage lost to time: A promise of judgement.

As their words rang throughout the auditorium, the three used the castle itself as their woodland backdrop. The woman and her companion weaved through the pillars as if they were trees. The judge relied on the shadows to make it seem like he was a large, ever-persistent force. On and on, they dodged each other as their characters neared their destination.

The woman finally completed her trek and rushed to the two golden doors, pounding against them with her shoulder. Meanwhile, the man finally spoke up as he helped his friend make her intentions known. “Sanctuary!” he cried on her behalf while the choir neared a frightening crescendo.

“Please give us sanctuary!” the woman yelled out, almost drowning out her companion’s similar cries.

The judge slowly ascended the stairs. He gave no warning before gripping the woman by the arm. They struggled as they descended back into the main courtyard. Then, with a scowl of disgust, he shoved the woman aside and snatched the lantern into his arms. She dramatically fell onto the cobblestones as prerecorded cymbals crashed, flailing as if she had landed in water. Her frantic movements soon changed to a listless succumbing to a deep “slumber”, complete with her head resting on the floor.

Eerily content with his actions, the judge turned his attention to the object now in his arms. “A mere lantern?” he scoffed incredulously, half-smiling at the thought. His smile dropped as soon as he finally noticed the man who had been by the woman’s side. “A monster,” the elder corrected coldly, his shocked expression quickly changing into a sneer.

Thinking fast, Malhare moved a few paces away from where the golden-cloaked girl had landed. The choir, who had quieted down a little at this point, now bellowed out a furious cry of mercy (including the woman who had just let her character perish). As for the man seemingly connected to the lantern, he shrieked a long, shrill note in his best falsetto. This entire cacophony of panic and fear silenced with one word: “Stop!”

Moon popped out from his wagon, holding out his arm. “Cried the Nightwatchman!” he yelped out as one last member of the choir moved out of his spot in the general thrall.

Malhare rolled his eyes at this bearded individual. “This is just nothing but a corrupt monster,” he explained flatly. “I’m sending it back to where he belongs. You should be proud of me.”

The bearded man stepped forward. All went quiet as he made his observations.

“See there the innocent blood you have split

in fate’s waves so still and calm”

“She fled, I just pursued,” the judge insisted casually. “I’m the innocent one here.”

“Now you would add this soul’s blood to your guilt

Near the steps of ‘Notre Dame’?”

“And my conscience sleeps well for it,” the judge added sharply, preparing to try another toss. However, the other man intercepted. He grabbed the lantern and backed away, somehow prompting a look of alarm out of the judge.

“You can lie to yourself and your minions

They can claim that you haven’t a qualm”

As the watchman kept on, the lantern-tied soul slowly followed alongside. He seemed to be understanding the conversation enough, but his cowering posture made it clear he had nothing to contribute. Not at this moment.

“But you never can run from– Nor hide what you’ve done from the eyes..”

A sudden flick of the watchman’s plain robes revealed a tinge of silk much like that of the judge’s. However, his silk was bright scarlet red. A look of personal revelation fell onto Malhare as soon as he saw it.

“The very eyes of ‘Notre Dame’!”

One final cry of mercy rang out as Malhare battled the urge to plummet onto the ground in fear. Moon, sensing the opportunity to “narrate” once more, clambered back onto his feet.

“And for one time in his life of power and control,

Malhare felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul..”

As everything else finally calmed down, Malhare’s panic only increased. “What must I do?” he asked hoarsely, his hands and legs trembling in self-resistraint.

“It’s obvious,” the watchman responded as he handed the lantern back to the nerve-wracked judge. “Now you must care for the soul inside this lamp, and raise it as your own.”

Malhare’s fear turned into rage. “What?” he snarled, gripping the sides of the lantern and shaking it. “I’m to be chained to this misshapen–?”

The soul yelped in pain, cutting off the judge’s words. Malhare stopped and looked at the frazzled wreck of a ‘creature’. “Very well,” the elder said darkly. “But let us dwell with you, in your home.”

“Live here?” the watchman questioned in astonishment. “Where?”

“Anywhere,” Malhare answered darkly, peering up at the castle casting a strong silhouette against the imaginary night sky. “Just so he’s kept locked away where no one else can see..”

While he scanned the building, one particular section caught his eye. “The bell tower, perhaps,” he suggested nonchalantly, though a keen eye in the audience could see the wheels turning in his mind. “And who knows? Our Lord works in mysterious ways..”

Taking this as his cue to exit, the watchman left the pair alone and returned to his place in the choir. The two bassists stood side by side, with the one in green holding his fellow man’s wrist. Pretending that both were in the same villainous role for a second, they sung together as Malhare “cradled” the lantern in his arms. The one in green finally showcasing his properly deep voice while his companion took a slightly higher melody that bridged into unison.

“Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be–“

The soul’s bassist hurriedly let go of Malhare’s wrist. Malhare shot a look of bewilderment towards the lantern, then smiled with a cold look of opportunity as he finished his section.

“Of use to me...”

As the pair rejoined their main group at last, Moon put on a wistful air as he resumed his side of the narration. “And so he gave the ghost thing a cruel name,” he concluded, shaking his head. “A name that means ‘intense suffering’. Agonia..”

On the last syllable, Moon’s head once again spun like a pinwheel. His previous sunny colors washed over his dismal features. The triangular rays sprang up as his nightcap vanished before the dumbfounded audience’s eyes. Everything was as it used to be– save a bit of sluggishness in Sun’s right arm. However, this was something he completely brushed off as he transformed back into his joyous self.

“‘Now here is a riddle to guess if you can,

sing our Bells of Notre Dame–“

Purple sparks flew up his right arm as he sung. His wild and cheerful gestures slowed into a more grand and theatric tone. Even his voice mysteriously shifted into a more regal and sonorous tone (though most in the audience just assumed it was for dramatic effect).

“Who is the monster and who is the man?”

But, as quickly as this change occurred, Sun rebounded back into his usual persona. He rallied the choir as they reached the climaxed all together. Even the bell tower rang out with all its might, its bell clanging the seventh hour. And, if one looked very closely (or had a very good camera), then that person would rewarded with an interesting sight: The real bell-ringer of the castle bathed in a purple glow.

[boss-monster-official]

About Kris

Blog Default Universe/Timeline, some details can be changed slightly to fit rp

Basic Info

Name: Kris Dreemurr

Age: 16

Pronouns: They/Them

Species: Human

Orientation: Bisexual Demiromantic Ace

Appearance

Light World

Messy, shoulder-length brunette hair, that them attempted to cut into a shaggy mullet themselves. Didn't really work.

Heterochromia. Right eye red, left brown. Left eye is lazy, and barely works. It looks red in some lighting.

Like. 5 foot. Just about.

Acne. God please wash your face. Please /j /lh. Also has some very sad facial hair.

Generally wears an extremely oversized green and yellow striped jumper, with a nonbinary and trans flag patches messily stitched on. Underneath, a dark brown turtleneck, with a pair of matching dark brown fingerless gloves. They wear a pair of brown jeans with patches messily stitched on, and a pair of almost knee-high black boots.

Literally over twenty piercing I AM NOT listing them all sorry.

Black nail polish, a lot of funny bracelets, and a chew necklace (I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE CALLED SORRY!!).

Plaster on left side of face, along with a ripped ear.

Braces nearly forgot about those.

Dark World

Hairs much the same, just dark blue with lighter patches.

Right eye is pink-red, left is periwinkle.

Wears a dark blue jumpsuit (but still wears two belts for some goddamn reason), silver chestplate, shoulder plates, boots and gloves, a scarf with an off-colour trans flag pattern, and pride patches stuck on the jumpsuit legs.

No plaster it's their armour now what-

Personality

Very quiet, but mainly due to them being selectively mute. Gotten worse recently though, due to certain recent events.

Very mischievous though, a little gremlin, even. Loves playing pranks, especially on Berdly.

Actually really bad at hiding their feelings, unless something is stopping them. Prone to outbursts if something is bottled down to long.

Tired all of the time.

Thinks they're irredeemable but is really just 16.

Not ok needs a hug :(. Would probably punch you though.

Can you tell I'm running out of ideas.

Relationships

Family

Toriel Dreemurr - Adoptive Mother

Asgore Dreemurr - Adoptive Father

Asriel Dreemurr - Adoptive Brother

Friends + Acquaintances

Susie - Best Friend

Ralsei - Friend

Lancer - Friend

Noelle - It's Complicated Close Acquaintance

Berdly - Close Acquaintance

Dess - Childhood Best Friend

Catti - Occult Buddy

Headcanon List

Can change to fit rp

Left eye is lazy, and barely works. They were born with it, but it got worse over time.

I don't have any pronoun headcanons, but idm having them use neopronouns if you want.

Literally. Doesn't change their clothes. They wear the same clothes for like 2-4 months.

Surprisingly picky eater. Unless the object is considered inedible then its all good.

Cannot change to fit rp

Autistic, and selectively mute.

Has dermatophagia because I'm projecting on them, doesn't have to be brought up or relevant to a thread but I'm not gonna say they don't have it.

Trans Nonbinary and bi ace demiromantic.

Probably has ADHD as well haven't fully decided yet need to play the game again.

I'M NOT GOING TO USE OR LET YOU USE SHE/HER OR HE/HIM PRONOUNS FOR THEM WHEN ROLEPLAYING WITH ME DON'T ASK.

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[fucking-petticoated-swashbuckler]

Please enjoy all the paragraphs i've been writing about this lmaoooo

First griddlehark-

1. the opening status quo of both sees the two leads in their established relationship as rivals who absolutely despise each other and regularly use words as their weapons against each other

2. gideon's whole everything about "harrow is so small and sickly and absolutely not my type and her ass is nonexistent and she's a gremlin" etc etc for the majority of the book really gives the same vibes as benedick's soliloquy right before the men come out to trick him into thinking beatrice is in love with him

(I will not bee sworne, but loue may transforme me to an oyster, but Ile take my oath on it, till he haue made an oyster of me, he shall neuer make me such a foole: one woman is faire, yet I am well: another is wise, yet I am well: another vertuous, yet I am well: but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace: rich shee shall be, that's certaine: wise, or Ile none: vertuous, or Ile neuer cheapen her: faire, or Ile neuer looke on her: milde, or come not neere me: Noble, or not for an Angell: of good discourse: an excellent Musitian, and her haire shal be of what colour it please God, hah!)

3. bad shit happens that forces them to finally trust each other and reveal their love to each other and bare their souls to each other (the pool scene vs immediately after the failed wedding in act 4 scene 1) and both involve a fair amount of screaming (beatrice and harrow) and a lot of taking it with love (benedick and gideon) ((also benedick's "by my sword thou lov'st me" and later "by this hand i love thee" "use it for my love some other way than swearing by it" have Strong griddlehark energy))

4. when they finally, at the end, ACTUALLY profess their love to one another (this being the wake scene in much ado where benedick proposes paralleled with the ACTUAL WEDDING VOWS gideon spouts before her ghost leaves harrow etc etc)

not to mention that benedick's act 2 scene 1 speech just so perfectly has the exact energy of gideon's whole internal monologue about harrow for the bulk of the first half of the book

(O, she misus’d me past the endurance of a block: an oak but with one green leaf on it, would have answer’d her: My very visor began to assume life, and scold with her: She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the Prince’s jester, that I was duller than a great thaw, huddling jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me: She speaks poniards, and every word stabs. If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star: I would not marry her, though she were endow’d with all that Adam had left him before he transgress’d, She would have made Hercules have turn’d spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too: Come, talk not of her; you shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God some scholar would conjure her, for certainly while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary, and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither, so indeed all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follows her.)

Like just picture gideon delivering that speech at the beginning of gtn after her fight with harrow while she's locked in her cell doing sit ups

but then ALSO

Augustine’s “Bury me next to you in that unmarked grave, Joy. We knew that was the only hope we ever had—that we would live to see it through… and pray for our own cessation. Oh, we’ll still hate each other, my dear, we have hated each other too long and too passionately to stop… but my bones will rest easy next to your bones.” vs. Benedick’s “I do love nothing in the world so well as you, is not that strange?” (much ado, act 4 scene 1)

Both convey a really similar sentiment, differing only in their contexts and the history behind them (and obviously Shakespeare's choice in brevity). Both delivered to someone the speaker considers (or historically considered) an adversary of sorts, but have immense love for all the same. The coexistence of rivalry and deepest friendship and pure, true love.

The other difference I find is how while Benedick is voicing and likely thinking this for the very first time, Augustine is simply laying out ten thousand years of his relationship with Mercy in a way that seems quite settled. There is novelty and joy and discovery in Benedick’s question, where Augustine feels resigned.

Actually Mercy and Augustine do parallel Beatrice and Benedick in a few other very interesting ways (despite their despising each other being less a game of wits and more the result of thousands of years of annoyance and grief and anger having marred their prior friendship). I can’t stop thinking about Augustine’s “I don’t hate Cristabel, I barely hate you” as another mirror to this line. Perhaps “bury me next to you in that unmarked grave … my bones will rest easy next to your bones” more closely mirrors Benedick in act 5 scene 2 (“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes”).

There’s an additional point to be made in the comparison of the conception of dios apate major (assuming it was mercy’s idea) and again act 4 scene 1 of much ado (“come, bid me do any thing for thee” “kill claudio”) and then again with augustine’s proposal of dios apate minor and benedick/mercy’s initial reaction to that (“ha, not for the wide world”) before they are convinced it is the right thing to do.

girl help i’ve been thinking nonstop for 12 hours about the parallels between much ado about nothing and the locked tomb series and you were the first person that came to mind who would possibly understand how feral it’s making me (specifically beatrice and benedick being a parallel for harrow and gideon respectively but also mercy and augustine in an even more tragic way)

Oooooooooh

That's very interesting, I would love yo hear you elaborate on it because it's not coming to me immediately

There's the animosity hiding affection, of course

And there's something about a pivotal moment in their relationship in the play being when Benedick trusts Beatrice without question when she defends Hero, which is what Gideon hears from Pal when she doesn't trust Harrow.

I'd say Gideon has a parallel with Benedick based on 💫vibes💫 and being the more friendly of the two

With Harrow a think ot that deep sadness in Beatrice more than the wit she hides it with. There's a mention of the circumstances of her birth, and how Beatrice's mother cried, but then there was a star danced and under that she was born. I don't know if her mother died in childbirth, but there's definitely something tragic in her.

(Would Harrow's Hero be her house, one she actually isn't completely sure is worthy, unlike Beatrice?)

But she often cries in her sleep then wakes herself with laughter, which is very Gideon-y to me?

I'm not quite grasping it yet, my take on it is very flimsy, but I'm very intrigued, please tell me more about the parallels in both couples

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ziplocked love pt. 3 | dew x fem!reader

summary: you visit dew on tour and finally get to do all the things you've been so desperately missing.

content: ~8.5k words (I'm sorry, it developed a life of its own), this is a mix of light-hearted/silly and some slightly more emotional conversations, lots of smut and fluff (18+ only) (some praise, slight blood kink, rough sex, biting, p in v, dew being more subby at some point), banter, mentions of reader dealing with some anxiety, Aether being a cutie yet again

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On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

Goethe was right – there is but a gossamer thread between the greatest happiness and the greatest pain for the one who loves.

Today you’re not shifting between extremes, but you’re both at the same time. The worst and best mood fighting for dominance. The worst because you missed the ritual you were supposed to attend because your flight got delayed. The best because in a few minutes you get to see Dew. The worst because you’re worried about how your visit will go. The best because no matter how it goes, you get to see Dew.

The venue is a labyrinth but unlike Theseus you’re not looking for the minotaur who would probably be easy to spot but your long lost boyfriend… who is most likely hidden in some sort of dressing room. Ten minutes ago you got dropped off by your taxi, someone let you in backstage after seeing your visitor’s pass, took your luggage to take it to the busses, and then just left, too busy with packing up.

And so now you’re not only late, but stranded.

You’re pretty sure you’ve passed those bathroom signs before. Twice. Just like in the abbey when you first got there, your sense of orientation is not adapting fast enough to the new, confusing surroundings. You follow a random green arrow to a white-walled hallway you’re pretty certain you haven’t seen so far, even though they all look the same. After a few steps, you vaguely make out muffled voices…

The first one you spot is Aether.

He’s already changed, carrying a small bag and eating a banana, still in human glamour. When he sees you, he drops the bag and swallows the rest of the fruit in one go, practically sprinting into you. It’s not a real bodycheck but the impact makes you stumble nonetheless. And yet Aether’s arms grip you so impossibly tight that you don’t need to worry about falling. He lifts you up and spins you around, so many times you feel dizzy when he sets you back down.

“Ew, you still smell like that little gremlin,” he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you once more. “Disgusting.”

You think it’s mean he can still smell him on you when you’ve lost his scent for over a week now. Nevertheless it makes you chuckle. “I missed you, too, Aether.”

“Hey, I did really miss you,” he says. “But I know someone who missed you so bad he was staring at his phone all day, screen time up by two-hundred percent at least. Someone who got so grumpy when we teased him about you that he almost bit Swiss’s head off and I mean that in a literal sense. He fucking hissed at him, we had to tie him up.”

You laugh, you can’t help it. It’s then that you hear a door open, rapid footsteps that you’d recognise anywhere. Aether steps aside just in time before Dew slams into you. He practically jumps on you, making you both stumble backwards. In the narrow hallway he manages to steady you against a wall, catching the impact with his side. Both arms tightly slung around his shoulders, you take in his scent, the feeling of his slender body wrapped around yours.

“I heard you and I felt you…” He lets out a growl. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re here. Oh, fuck fuck fuck.”

You whimper, tears already pricking your eyes. He feels so good, so warm even in his human glamour. His hair tickles your nose and that feeling alone is enough to fully make you cry.

This is where you’re supposed to be.

For the first time in over a month you feel like you’re finally home.

You sob against him and he squeezes you even tighter, one hand wandering into your hair while the other one presses against the small of your back.

“Fuck, baby, don’t cry please.” When he breaks away to look at your face you can see that his eyes are glassy as well. Then he smiles brightly. “Hey, look, it’s my pretty girl.”

You let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a chuckle. Dew cradles your face, wiping the tears away. Then he rests his forehead against yours.

“I missed you so much,” you blubber out.

“I missed you too,” he says. “But damn you smell like Aether. I can’t believe he beat me to it.”

You smile. “Funny, he said the same thing about you.”

“Did he?”

“Mhm, said I still smell like you.”

“She did, it was awful,” Aether says somewhere behind you. “By the way that was very cute to watch. I sent the video to the group chat.”

Dew ignores him, buries his face in your neck and takes a long, drawn-out sniff, nose tickling your sensitive skin until you have to giggle. “Hmmm yea a little, but you smell even more like yourself which is far better. And I’m sure I’m getting Aether off of you in no time.”

“How’re you gonna do that?”

He leans in. “Oh, I have some ideas.”

“Ehhhh, get a room, please,” Aether interrupts. “Since you want privacy so much these days I won’t ask if I can join.”

Dew flips him off but pulls you into his dressing room anyway, practically slamming the door shut. You have no time to look around. He immediately pushes you up against the wall, kissing you so hard you think he’s trying to swallow you. His mouth is insistent, his tongue only waiting for your first moan so it can taste you almost violently. Your lips are going to be bruised later, but you don’t care, you try your best to kiss him back just as hard.

He breaks away only when you’re both short of suffocating, your chest burning from lack of oxygen. Dew swallows all of it, like a blaze eating itself through all the fuel it can find.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he says between deep breaths. “Oh fuck.”

Your reply is a meek whimper. It’s like your brain has lost any control over your body.

“I want you so much I’m losing my mind.” He groans and you see his glamour slip as he loses control. “I can’t hold it in. I’m going mad.”

You pull him closer, driven by the same desperation. “Kiss me again. Don’t fucking stop.”

He wastes not a second before devouring you again, pinning you to the wall with the little weight he has but with surprising strength nonetheless. You burn up from his sudden heat spreading out to you and it feels like you’re burning with him. His knee is pushing between your legs and you settle onto it, relishing in the friction it provides.

Dew pulls your hips towards his, your back arching into him until there is not a millimetre of space left between you. With his tongue in your mouth, his thigh digging into your core and his heat basically boiling you alive you start to feel faint.

It’s too much all at once, so much pleasure and desire but so much worry and pent up anxiety, and you feel tears in your eyes again, a sniffle leaving you after a barely concealed attempt not to cry. You turn your face away to gasp for air, effectively causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Fuck, baby, did I hurt you?”

You snivel. “No, no.”

He sets you down, one hand carefully cradling your cheek to turn your face back to him. “More good tears?”

Nodding, you press yourself to his chest for a hug. “Sorry.”

His arms are ready for you, holding you, one hand stroking your hair in soothing circles. And maybe the break is necessary to help your lungs recover, to ease the anxiety. Dew is still hot but he’s cooling down with every second, making it easier to breathe.

“You know you can tell me,” he finally says. “We’ve been here before, on the phone, and I didn’t like it.”

“It’s just… I missed you so much,” you admit. “I’m so relieved.”

He smiles. “Me too, baby. I missed you so fucking much.”

You can’t help the Really? that spills out.

Dew immediately frowns. “What? Do you doubt that?”

Staring at his chest to avoid his gaze you shrug. “No… but I feel so pathetic because you did so much better than me. I’m such a mess without you.”

He lets you go, frowning, tilting your chin up. “You think I didn’t miss you?”

“No, I know you did, just…” You shrug, averting your gaze again to play with his shirt instead. “I mean I know you missed my body a whole lot and I know you missed the rest of me, but… I wouldn’t expect you to struggle as much. Maybe I am fragile after all.”

Dew looks offended. “Babe, no, that’s not true. I know I can come off… like… like touching you is all I think about. Aether made me do this stupid quiz and said my love language is physical touch. So it’s just how I best know to express my love for you, okay?”

You stare at him, the unexpected admission circling in your mind. “O-okay.”

“Of course I missed all of you.” He shakes his head, pulling you close again. “Silly little minx.”

You bury into him, trying to get as close as you can. He’s so incredibly warm, so comforting, his frame perfect for your shape. You fit right in, like you never left.

“Let’s go, huh? Cuddle on the bus until we’re alone?” he eventually asks. “I’ll even let you be the little spoon.”

“Can’t let you go,” you mumble against his neck. “‘m sorry. I feel really clingy right now.”

“That’s fine, I love it when you are.” He pulls you even tighter. “For all I care you don’t have to let go of me for the next five days. Or… forever, really.”

You smile against his neck. “But you’ll be on stage Sunday.”

“I’ll just carry you around like a baby monkey all day,” he says. “You’ll have to live with watching me pee though.”

“’s fine, I can ho…”

“No, you won’t hold it,” he interrupts.

“Boring.”

“Who’s boring? Dew?” Swiss’s head is peeking into the room. When he sees you’re decent, he comes inside. “I thought I’d find you fucking on the floor or something.”

“What, like we’re some kind of animals?” Dew asks in mock offence.

“Uhm, do I have to remind you of that time whe–“

“No!” you interrupt. “No, you were right to be cautious, Swiss.”

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to be cautious, I was going to ask to join in.”

“In your dreams,” Dew says, clinging to you even tighter.

Swiss scoffs. “I know you’re a selfish ass now but I thought it was worth a try. Anyway, actually I’m here to tell you we’re heading off. Better get ready or we’re leaving you behind.”

“You wouldn’t leave my girlfriend,” Dew says confidently.

“No, I’m talking specifically about you. I can take care of her, I’m sure Aether would help me.”

“Mind your fucking business, Swiss, or I swear to Satan–“

You shut him up by pulling him closer, hand pressed to his chest. “We’re ready to go, Swiss, thanks.”

Swiss gives you a saccharine smile and when he notices Dew’s narrowed eyes he blows him a kiss, then ducks out of the room just in time to avoid his wrath in the form of a flying guitar pick.

“Don’t be so mean to him.” You press a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling his skin.

“He’s the most dangerous of them all,” Dew just says. “Sexy bastard.”

“You don’t think I’d do anything with him without your consent?”

“No, no, I don’t.” He runs a hand over his face. “Sorry, I’m worked up. Fuck. This is so intense.”

You feel bad for ruining your passionate moment and leaving him all high and dry. In truth you couldn’t have fucked in here anyway, at least not if you wanted more than a stupid quickie for your reunion.

Dew sees it in your expression. “Don’t you dare apologise.”

You keep your mouth shut and he scowls in warning, so you swallow the words on your tongue. His arms wrap around you for one more hug, nose nuzzling your neck, and you can feel he’s still not fully recovered.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you whisper. “Promise.”

“You have nothing to make up for, silly,” he says, kissing your nose. “Come on, gotta pack the rest of my things and then we’ve got all night.”

You help him gather his belongings, motivated by that promise, and five minutes later he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bus. Everyone else is already waiting inside, so upon entering you’re pulled into a plethora of hugs, so so many wet kisses pressed to your face.

“So good to see you,” Cirrus says, hugging you closest of them all.

The ghoulettes adopted you very early on in the relationship with Dew, just like Aether who immediately pulls you to his side, not planning to let go of you anytime soon with his heavy arm draped around your shoulders.

“So, how’s everything at home?” he asks.

“Oh, it’s–“

“Come on, you can pester my girlfriend tomorrow, gimme some time with her,” Dew complains, big pouty scowl on his face and arms crossed in front of him.

“She’s our girlfriend, too!” Aether complains.

“Absolutely,” Cirrus agrees. “We haven’t seen her in over a month either! Stop being obsessed.”

You grin, all the love making you dizzy.

“Ah, i miei figli, we are all happy that she is here, but he is right,” Papa says. “Give them some time, eh?”

You break free from Aether’s strong grasp, following Dew to the back of the bus where the bunk beds are. He throws his mask somewhere, then pulls you into his booth and closes the curtain. Before you even manage to get comfortable in the tiny space, you’re wrapped up tightly in his arms.

“You’re mine,” he mumbles. “Mine, mine, mine.”

You smile against his neck. “I am.”

His knee pushes between your legs and you wrap one of them around him, getting impossibly close. You missed being cuddled up to your own personal furnace, his comfortable warmth immediately easing your anxiety from earlier. When you slide one of your hands under his shirt, feeling his hot skin on your fingertips, you let out a content sigh. Meanwhile Dew starts stroking your back, breathing a similar sigh into your hair.

“I love you so much,” he says. “You have no fucking idea.”

“I love you, too.”

He hums but the sound turns into a low purr, pressing gentle kisses to your temple, your forehead, your cheeks. Before long he’s kissing your mouth and then the kisses stop being gentle altogether. He’s half on top of you, his mouth pushing yours open, sharp teeth nibbling at whatever he can reach – your tongue, your bottom lip, your jaw. When he bites your lip once more, harder this time, you taste blood. You moan into his mouth, moan again when he involuntarily bucks his hips, his hard cock pressing against your centre.

“I want you so much,” he says, breaking away to bury his face in your neck instead. “Fuck, it’s torture. I’m so turned on right now, I feel like I’m on fire.”

You can’t help but giggle. “I know. You’re practically cooking me right now.”

He kisses your neck, lips lingering just below your ear. “And how’s that feel?”

It’s hard to ignore the tingles, the throbbing between your legs. “It’s toasty. I think I’ll be medium rare in a second.”

His teeth dig into your skin then, barely avoiding to break it. “You know that’s how I like my flesh.”

“Thought you always went raw?”

He chuckles, pulling you even closer. “Fuck, I missed you so much, baby.”

“I missed you, too.”

“If we’re not there in the next ten minutes I’m fucking you here and they’re going to have to live with it. They can’t blame me, they know it’s dangerous to make me wait for what I want.”

“If we fuck in here they can drive us to the hospital instead because you’d probably snap me in half. This space is far too small.”

“Hey, I can be careful and gentle!”

You hide a smirk. “No, I don’t think you could be right now.”

He sighs in defeat, pressing his face back to your neck. “I hate that you’re right.”

You stay like that, stroking his soft hair, both of you whimpering and groaning whenever you rub against each other. It’s like a miracle when the bus finally comes to a stop. You somehow stumble outside after squeezing past everyone else, random ghoul body parts pressing into you. The others loudly complain but quickly shut up when Dew gives them death stare after death stare. Swiss gives you an “I’m gonna knock on your door later” but Dew is so fast, you don’t have to worry about any bloody consequences.

“I already banished Aether to Rain’s room,” he explains, not bothering to go any slower even as you reach the hotel lobby and he has to focus on his human glamour again. “They always make me share these days because they know I’m not bringing anyone back.”

“And Aether?”

“He just loves to be roommates. But he can be Rain’s roommate for a few nights.”

You get into an elevator and he doesn’t waste a second before he kisses you, his mask bumping against your forehead. The ride is far too short anyway and a bing, followed by the doors sliding open, rips you out of the kiss. Dew is still impatient, practically fuming, so you’re dragged to the right room, watch him struggle with the keycard, mumbling a string of curses before he finally gets it open. He immediately throws the mask away again, his human glamour fading in an instant.

You’re on him before he can even react, pressing yourself against him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Dew immediately kisses you, hands digging into your ass so hard that you can feel his claws even through the fabric of your pants. He is frantic and bites your already broken lip more than once, moaning at the metallic taste of your blood. It makes you kiss him even harder.

You start fumbling with his jeans, but as you finally open the button he pushes your hands away, doing much faster work at getting them down. So impatient. He’s not even wearing briefs and for a second that surprises you so much you let out a moan when your hand connects with his bare erection.

“Thought they’d only be in the way,” Dew just says, pulling his shirt over his head.

You want to take him in, this body that you missed so much, but he’s already kissing you again, obscuring your view. It’s your turn to undress then but as you try to open your pants, he again pushes your hands away to do it much faster himself. You’re naked in practically thirty seconds.

“You’re so impatient,” you mumble. “Am I too slow for you?”

“Yes.”

You scoff, raking your hand through his hair when he starts kissing your neck. He nibbles on your skin, then gives a harsh bite. A sudden wave of lust makes your pussy throb.

“I waited long enough, ceremonials can fuck off. I just want to be inside of you and fuck you senseless.”

He’s not exaggerating. Two seconds later he’s too impatient to keep messing with your neck and pushes you onto the clean white hotel bed. You bounce, watching in awe as he crawls over you like a wild animal hunting down his prey. Yet again your struck by his preternatural beauty, the edges of his face framed by his silky hair, the white horns, flawless grey skin.

“You’re so pretty,” you say, reaching out to cradle his cheek.

Dew smirks, eyes glinting as he leans into your touch. “So are you, baby. The prettiest.”

The tender moment is gone as fast as it came. He leans down to kiss you again, tongue pushing into your mouth without any warning. He’s forceful, impatient, all passion and violent lust. Teeth dig into your lips, hands grope you painfully hard, his tail twists around your leg in a vice grip. You haven’t seen this animalistic side on him in a while and it reminds you of the early days of your relationship. He’s always passionate, always feral, even when he’s occasionally more submissive, but the rougher the sex the longer you need to recover. So he’s been trying to tame it.

There is nothing tame about him now.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you as much as I do right now.” He exhales sharply, nose nuzzling your neck before his eyes meet yours again. “Fuck, I feel like I’m in heat. I can’t… please, tell me this is okay. Let me be rough with you.”

“Be as rough as you want. Please, I need you so much.”

He growls and you can see how any rational thought leaves him, his pupils blown wide with unbridled lust. He bends down and you think he’s about to go for your neck again, but he stops right by your ear instead, taking a heavy breath.

“What’s the safe word, baby?” he asks, nibbling on your earlobe. “Tell me.”

“Dew–”

“I know, but we need to be safe.”

“Red velvet.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your pulse, sucks just the tiniest bit. “Now you have to do exactly what I tell you. I’m gonna wreck you, baby, and you’ll take it like a good girl without complaints, yeah?”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good. Hands and knees, right now.”

He smacks your ass and you scramble to turn around, so fast you bump against him as you do so. Dew, ever helpful, pulls your hips up as soon as you manage. You can feel his erection against your ass when he leans into you, hot and already leaking. His sharp nails trail over your back, gripping your hips tightly. But he doesn’t go all in yet. Instead you can feel his mouth on your lower back. He bites gently while his hands kneed the flesh on your hips. You automatically sigh at his touch. Now that you have it again, you cannot imagine how you managed to go without it for so long. It’s pure bliss, the single best thing in the world, to be so close to him.

His mouth wanders down to your butt, nibbling at the soft skin there and trailing kisses all over. Suddenly, he bites you forcefully, a sharp pain spreading out in you as his fangs sink in. You yelp in surprise, a sound that turns into a moan when he licks the tender skin afterwards. Every touch sends sparks to your core and your walls clench around nothing.

“Hm, almost forgot how much you like this,” he mumbles, moving a few centimetres before he bites you again, soothing the spot with his lips this time. “I’m sorry I’m so impatient, baby.”

“’s okay, me too.”

“I’m just gonna fuck you now,” he says and you know he’s promising to be loving later, when this is out of the way. You have four whole days ahead of you for all kinds of love-making. Now all you want is to be released from this torture, to finally have him inside of you.

And there is no resistance when he slowly starts pushing in. “Fuck, you’re so wet, babe.”

“Mhm, more.”

“Wanna take it all at once, huh? My pretty baby, so hungry for my cock.” He rams into you, one hard thrust, bottoming out immediately. “Fucking have it.”

You cry out but there is only a dull pain when he hits your cervix, nothing else. The sensation quickly turns into pleasure when he starts moving, one slow thrust, testing the waters. His patience is still gone, though. As soon as he sees you’re okay he just hammers into you, roughly pulling your hips into his. You lose balance, falling face-down onto the mattress. Your hands reach out, uselessly grabbing the sheets for support. The change of angle makes you see stars. Suddenly he’s hitting you right every single time, so hard you’re a moaning, mewling mess within seconds. He gives your butt another smack, pain woven into pleasure, and you clench around him.

“Hmmm, fuck… Dew…” you whine. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

„No no no no,“ he interrupts. „Don’t you dare come yet. Don’t you fucking dare.“

You whimper, unable to form any words of protest, and he pulls out just before you can stumble over the edge.

„‘m sorry…“ He inhales sharply, grabs your hips to flip you around. „Fuck, I need to see your face when you come. I didn’t think you’d be so fast.“

With that he pushes back in, same rough pace as before. This time, the angle isn’t as good but you’re not complaining because now you get to see him, too. And it is a sight, his lean body, muscles tense and moving, his chiseled features contorted in pleasure, forked tongue poking out in concentration. He leans down, pressing a sloppy kiss to your bruised lips. His hand finds your neck, just holding, not pressing in, a sharp nail scraping against your chin. You moan at the sensation, reaching out to grab his hair, pull the slightest bit.

“Hm, you like that, huh? You like being my little toy?”

You nod, drunk on lust, unable to think properly.

“Words,” he says. “F-fucking say it.”

“I love it,” you say. “So much.”

“I know you do, you’d… you’d let me do whatever the fuck I want.” He starts moving even harder, thrusting so deep you start seeing stars. “You take it so well, baby, so fucking well. I want to hear you fucking screaming for me.”

You’re getting very close again, his rhythm almost violent, right at the precipice between agony and lust. You can already feel yourself leaning over the edge, the first tremors of pleasure in your limbs, but then…

There is a suspicious creaking sound and you think the bed just sank by a few centimetres.  Dew falters for a moment but you grab his chin and force him to look at you.

„Don’t you fucking stop,“ you say breathlessly. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

You know he loves it when you’re commanding, so that’s all he needs to go on. He’s hammering into you until you’re finally falling, screaming his name as your walls convulse around him. It’s strangled, high-pitched, and you wrap your legs around his hips to keep from kicking out. His tail wraps around one of your thighs, almost pinching off the blood flow as he continues to thrust, the bed giving more painful moans. They barely register as you plummet into overstimulated whimpers, your whole body shaking.

When Dew comes it’s with a strangled moan, your name following soon after in a breathless whisper. He’s still propped up on one elbow but you can feel his body pressing you down. It’s an odd angle, something’s definitely not quite right.

“Fuck,” Dew says, still breathing hard.

“Mhm.”

He slowly rolls off of you, then moves to stand. „Uhm…“

„I think you broke it…“ you say, struggling to regain your composure as you sit up and take in the massive dent right in the middle of the bed.

„I broke it?“ he asks.

„You were the one pounding.“

„Your ass is right where the dent is, seems suspicious to me.“

You sigh, not sure if you should laugh or cry. When you try to get up the bed gives another tortured wail. Dew helps you stand and the sight is not any better from up there. What’s even worse than the dent is the wet stain right in the middle of it. You’re still dripping, but at least onto your thighs now.

„So, what do we do?“ you ask, fishing for some tissues to wipe yourself clean.

„Wait, let me get you a proper cloth.“

Before he can do that though there is a commotion right in front of the door to your hotel room. You recognise the voices of a bunch of ghouls and ghoulettes, talking all over each other so you can’t make out any words.

„Did someone die?“ Swiss finally asks loud and clear.

„No!“ Dew yells. „All good! Leave us the fuck alone!“

„Open the door?“

„Fuck no!“

The door opens away.

„Aether still had a card… OH!“

You cover your body with the sheets and go digging for some clothes.

„Don’t get dressed on my account,“ Swiss says with a smirk.

You think Dew is going to kill him right in this instance. But you’re in no mind to prevent that from happening. Instead you decide the bathroom is the safest option, so you go change in there, leaving the other ghouls to mediate.

In your hurry you only grab your panties and the shirt you wore for your flight. Your luggage is still in the bus, so you don’t have a choice. It has to be enough, you can shower and change again later when you get your clothes. You have no idea when Dew gets dressed but once you come back out he’s wearing boxers and a Metallica shirt, looking unharmed. It’s pretty obvious what you have just been up to, his hair is sticking up at odd angles and his cheeks are flushed. You can’t tell if it’s anger or the last remnants of lust.

Swiss, Aether, Rain, Cirrus and Cumulus are all standing in the middle of the room, their voices blending together into a cacophony of teasing, rage and laughter. Dew has his arms crossed, pouting, visibly struggling not to murder anyone.

You’re pretty sure you’re beet red by now.

„What’s going on here, eh?“

You freeze when you recognise Papa’s voice. He’s dressed in a red track suit and looks infinitely tired when he enters your room, probably woken up by the endless arguing of the ghouls.

„They broke the bed,“ Aether says before any of you can find a different excuse.

„They–“ Papa sighs. „Why am I not surprised?“

„We uh… need to go to reception to ask for a different room,“ Dew says. „Or… you.“

Papa’s eyes widen. „Me? I should go?“

„Well, you’re the authority figure here.“ Aether says.

„What do I tell them?“ he asks, fidgeting uncomfortably.

„I’m pretty sure they will know exactly why it’s broken,“ Swiss says, then loses his shit yet again, wheezing with laughter.

The other ghouls join in and you crawl into Dew’s arms, hiding your crimson face in the crook of his neck. This day seems to be truly cursed.

✦✧✦

Turns out being cursed is not all that bad.

Twenty minutes later, you and Dew get a cute new room, the last vacant one they have – the honeymoon suit. Because the hotel staff can’t see the ghouls in their earthly forms and the risk is too high, Papa is walking you. You got your suitcase in the meantime, the wheels soundless on the thick carpet as you trail after him. Face still flushed, you feel awful that he has to do this for you, especially after a ritual when he’s so exhausted.

„Alright, more careful now, huh? Be happy you only broke the bed and not your amore.“

He looks at Dew as he says this and your cheeks get even hotter. Dew only smirks and with a defeated sigh, papa retreats, closing the door on the way out. You hear him mutter something in Italian but when you look around the room, you stop caring.

It’s so beautiful.

The bed is heart-shaped, so much bigger than the other one, and the whole room is a soft shade of pink. Walls, carpet, furniture. All of it.

“That’s a lot of pink.”

“Whatever,” you say, jumping onto the bed. “It’s so nice!”

“Oh, hey, careful! Not that your cute ass breaks another bed.”

Your nostrils are tickled by the smell of roses, but there are non in the room. You find two chocolates on the pillows and hold one out for him. Dew smiles at your antics but joins you on the bed nevertheless, bringing his mouth to your hand and taking the treat right from your fingers. His hand closes around yours and he licks the molten chocolate off your skin.

“Dew…”

He starts sucking. Hard. “What? Just enjoying my treat.”

You can’t help but moan, especially when he looks up, your eyes locking. His tongue languidly swirls around your digits and he moans, a sound that immediately gets you wet. He’s so insatiable, the embers never fully cooling down, one spark enough to light a whole fire within seconds.

“Baby…” You reach out, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ears. “You look so hot right now, with my fingers in your mouth.”

Dew moans again, louder, practically vibrating. Slowly, he crawls up to you without breaking eye contact and lays half on top of you. He’s already getting hard again and even though you still feel tender, you could…

Your eyes drift past him and catch a glimpse of the open bathroom. You jump, effectively pushing Dew off of you. “Hey!” he complains. “What the–”

„Dew, we have a bathtub!” You shake his shoulder in excitement. “A bathtub! You have to take a bath with me!“

„So we can break that thing next?“

„No, I mean an innocent bath. Washing, you know. Getting clean. Relaxing“

„Sounds boring. We were about to do something way better.“

You pout. „We don’t have a bathtub at home. The other room didn’t have one. We only have it for one night. And it looks like it makes bubbles!“

He takes in your face, the big eyes, the pout. His lip twitches. “Fine.”

Fifteen minutes later the tub is full, lavender scent from a diffuser and fog clouding the bathroom. Dew is the first one inside the tub, despite his complaints, and plays around with the bubble settings. You’re fixing your hair up, trying to avoid getting it wet.

“Come on,” Dew whines. “I want you with me. It was your idea.”

“Please stop complaining. You’re going to feel so relaxed after this.”

When you walk over, you can feel his eyes on your naked body, taking you in, and the confidence boost is instant. You slowly dip your toes into the water but flinch back before your foot  fully covered.

„What?“ Dew asks.

Your toes immediately turn bright red, throbbing in pain. „That’s too hot.“

„It’s not, just get in.“

„No.“

„Baby, it’s only as hot as it came out of the faucet. I didn’t make it any hotter.“

„It hurts. Gonna burn my pussy and you can’t want that.“

Dew rolls his eyes but you can tell he’s mostly amused. He moves his arms in the water for a bit, probably absorbing some of its heat.

„Okay, should be better now.“ He reaches out and takes your hand, slowly guiding you back over. „Come to me, baby.“

You slowly step inside the tub, water still wonderfully hot but not scorching. Your muscles, tense your travels and the bed-breaking, finally relax. Dew pulls your back to his chest and you lean against him, his body just as hot as the water. You can already feel a thin layer of sweat forming on your forehead. But compared to all the cold and lonely nights you spent at the abbey, all the times you’ve been longing for his heat, this is exactly what you need tonight. Once you’re settled, Dew presses one of the buttons and you feel the gentlest bubbles caressing your skin.

You turn sideways slightly so you can kiss his neck, somewhere close to his windpipe. You feel him swallow. “It’s so nice, Dew. Don’t you think?”

“Mhm.”

His hands find your stomach, squishing slightly, before he fully wraps his arms around you.

Then he stops moving.

What you don’t know is that Dew is thinking about your earlier conversation. He knows that humans greatly value declarations of love. He’s still unfamiliar with the feeling. He knows lust, desire, greed – and he’s very good at showing those.

Love, however?

That’s new. A good kind of new, but still hard to understand. At least the kind of love that he shares with you. Of course he loves his fellow ghouls. And he loves performing, he loves playing the guitar. But loving you feels different, much more profound, almost daunting, which makes expressing it so fucking hard.

You’re really good at showing him, however, with all your gentle touches, softly whispered words, all the small things you do for him throughout the day like making sure his shirts are clean or bringing him snacks during practice. He knows you love the physical demonstrations of his affection, but he also knows making you come five times a night is not enough. While he got the „I love you“s down by now, the gentle touches too, there are still some things he doesn’t understand. Human things. Like… buying flowers, long speeches about his feelings or going to fancy restaurants for dinner on your anniversary. Or… taking baths together.

But at the same time you’ve never expressed wishes for any of those things. Well, except the last.

„I’ve never seen you so contemplative,“ you whisper as to avoid startling him. He’s been staring at the ceiling for a few minutes now.

Dew sighs. „Sorry, kinda stuck in my head. I thought you were napping against me.“

You run your hand through the water, spreading your fingers out as you do. „What are you thinking about?“

„You.“

„Me?“

„Yeah, I… what you said. That you thought I didn’t miss you.“

„I never said it like that,“ you argue, sitting up. „Don’t worry about it, I know I misjudged. I was just anxious, you know I get like that sometimes when I’m stuck in my head.“

He lets out another thought-heavy breath. „You feel loved by me, right?“

„Yeah, of course I do.“ You furrow your brow. „Dew, I never meant to give you the feeling that you’re doing anything wrong. Because you’re not.“

His expression is unreadable. „But is it enough?“

Never in your life would you have thought Dew would be one to doubt himself. His confidence, the sass, the brazenness… it makes you forget that this is all new for him, being in a committed relationship. Having a human mate, no less.

„It’s absolutely enough.“ You turn around, moving to straddle him, supported by your hands on his warm chest. „You give me so much that I never knew I needed, Dew.“

„Like what?“

„Like… unconditional love, the type of intense, all-consuming love that makes every previous experience seem like a waste of time. And you accept me so fully, you make me laugh, you reassure me all the time even when my doubts don’t make sense. Hell, you show me how easy loving can be, that it doesn’t have to be painful.“

„But you were crying. Actually you cried twice because of me now.“

„Dew, sweetheart, I cried way more often because of you. Only you didn’t see it.“

His eyes widen. „What?“

„Well, not because of you. Or at least not because you hurt me. But because being without you sucks, because I can’t always switch off my overthinking. It doesn’t matter, though, because I would choose you over and over again even if I could only see you one day a year.“

„Sure?“

„Yes, absolutely.“

„You would be so unhappy,“ he says. „I couldn’t do that to you.“

„Well, we’re lucky it’s not like that.“

His hands find your hips, running up your sides. „But you were unhappy this past month?“

You lean down to rest your face against his neck and he embraces you, wet fingertips dancing over your back. „No. I was just missing you. But you can only miss what you truly love and to experience that is a blessing in and of itself.“

He hums and presses a soft kiss to your hair. „It’s just… I missed you so much, I want you to know that.“

You lift your head back up to look at him. „I do know that.“

„There were days I didn’t feel like going out with the others at all, doing all these cool things, because I wanted to experience them with you. Or they complained about me being on the phone all the time but really all I wanted was to text you instead of talking to them. When they teased me about it I wanted to rip their heads off because they just wouldn’t understand how awful it felt. How much it hurt to think of you being so far away.“

You lean down to kiss him. „It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to prove to me that you missed me.“

He sighs, a long drawn-out sound, like he’s still not satisfied. „Maybe I’m bad at showing things like that.“

You shake your head. “No, you–“

“Stop trying to make excuses for me. You need to tell me when I do something wrong.”

“Dew.”

“What?”

“Nothing you do is wrong.” You grab his head, thumbs pressing into his cheeks. “You’re looking for an unnecessary fight.”

“Am I?”

“Yea. Because you want to be mean to yourself. I won’t let you.”

His eyes narrow, but you just smile and squish his face until he pouts.

“I’m Dew and I can’t accept that someone truly loves me,” you say, imitating his voice and pushing your thumbs together to get his lips to move. “So I find reasons why the person should hate me instead.”

He scowls at you, then suddenly turns his head to snap at your thumb. You yelp in surprise, then you have to giggle.

“I don’t sound like that,” he says, letting go of your finger. “And I can accept it.”

You run your finger over his bottom lip, then lean in for a gentle kiss. He returns it, softly moving his mouth against yours. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you deepen the kiss, taste him. He sighs into it, hands moving down to your waist again.

“I love you,” you mumble against his lips.

“I love you, too,” he says. “‘m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too.”

You rest your face back against his neck, hugging his body close to yours while the bubbles surround you, a soothing white noise. It’s relaxing, the lavender scent, the moving water, Dew’s warm skin against yours.

“I wish we had a bathtub at home,” you mumble.

„We can just stay in here forever, I can keep the water warm.”

“I’ll turn into a fish if we do that.” You sigh, thinking, kissing his neck one more time. “Dew, my baby, my sweet little menace, would you still lo–“

“Yes, don’t even finish that question. I’d love you in any shape, silly.”

You lift your head up, squinting at him. “What’s that tone?”

His eyes widen. “What?”

“That tone.” You fully sit up, moving your hips forward. His cock is right at you centre now and you rock your hips for good measure. “Sounds… bratty.”

“Ohhh… ugh. No?”

“I know you think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger. But you’re just as tightly wrapped around mine.”

You can tell he’s excited, eyes so laser-focused on yours, mouth slightly parted. “What if I am? What would you do?”

“I would make sure you know that this goes both ways,” you say. “That I can turn you into a puddle just as well as you can do with me.”

Dew’s hands wander over your back, his sharp claws leaving burning trails on your skin all while a smirk is forming on his face. “Sure you can?”

“I know it, yea.” You grind your hips again, his erection rubbing between your thighs. “You doubt me? Because I think your dick doesn’t.”

Dew groans, hands shooting to your hips to keep you still. “Hm, you little minx.”

“Repeat that and I won’t let you come.”

His mouth opens. Then closes again. He’s contemplating whether you’d really do that.

You decide to stop teasing and just show him how much you mean it as plainly as possible. So you lean down and kiss him, roughly this time, pushing his lips open to taste him. His tongue meets yours but it’s gentle; he plays your game, lets you explore his mouth with nothing but a purring moan. He’s still vaguely tasting of chocolate.

“You like that?” you whisper against his lips.

“Hmmm.”

One of your hands slowly moves over his chest, trailing his collarbones, from left to right and back, until you let it dance further up to his neck. You don’t dare to squeeze, you’re not as confident and practiced as he is, but you keep your hand there to feel him swallow. The next kiss is more heated. He tries to take control but you use your other hand to grab his hair and pull him back just slightly. Dew freezes.

“No shenanigans,” you warn, taking over, kissing down his cheek, then his jaw, nibbling at his skin as you go.

“Gotta bite harder if you want to achieve your goal,” he teases.

You stop, go back to his mouth and catch his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling. He yelps, moans when you bite harder. Despite being in the water you can feel yourself getting wetter from that sound alone. When you’re satisfied, you lick over his lip, then give him a soft kiss because you just can’t leave it at that.

“That’s what you do to me all the time,” you say. “Feels good, right?”

He hums and you kiss down his neck again, sucking bruises into his ghoul skin that sadly won’t linger. It doesn’t matter, you do it anyway, and when you reach his pulse, just below his ear, you bite him again. He swallows any sounds, but Dew’s hips buck, giving him away.

You smirk. “Ah. Look at you.”

“Babe…” he whines.

“What? Now you’re done being a bitch?”

“Fuck this. Fuck me, right now. I waited a whole damn month.”

“Sorry, not taking orders from a brat.”

Shifting your hips again, you rub your pussy over his cock, repeating the movement a few times until he’s whimpering, hands running up and down your body. When you place him at your entrance, his lips part but he doesn’t say it, only growls.

“Pretty noises,” you say. “Do I get some more?”

“Fuck, babe.”

“You want it? Gotta beg.”

He tries thrusting up and into you, but you’re prepared, shifting to the side. You press him down with all your weight, hands on his flat, tense stomach, until you’re barely touching him anywhere else anymore.

“Please,” he finally whispers.

“What was that? I don’t hear shit.”

“Please, fuck me. I need you. I missed you so much.” He growls, hips jerkin in the water. “I can’t wait. Please. Stop starving me.”

You sink down on him and he groans so loudly that it echoes in the tiled room, hands squeezing your hips, gripping you like a lifeline. For a long moment, you just stay like this, taking in the mess of sensations. It feels amazing, the water only adding to the intensity.

“Thought this was an innocent bath?” he says between deep breaths.

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Shut up’n let me do my thing.”

His pupils widen, hips jerking the tiniest bit. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“I know, stop babbling.”

He bites down his smirk, swallows hard. “Sorry.”

You give him a warning scowl and start moving slowly, using his shoulders as leverage. You’re scared of the water spilling over, so you keep the movements deliberate, a slow, steady rhythm. Dew tilts his head back, but keeps his eyes on your body. One hand moves up to cup one of your breasts and he squeezes. You can’t help but arch your back, forgetting that you’re supposed to be in control for a second.

“You look so pretty like this,” he says. “Bouncing on my cock with all the bubbles around you.”

You snap back. “Shut up, I swear. This is my moment.”

“It is,” he whispers. “You’re so hot.”

It’s just impossible to get him to keep his mouth shut, so you decide to stop and just revel in his compliments. You’re actually impressed by how patient he now suddenly is, because he doesn’t try to get you to move faster and he also doesn’t start moving himself.

“You’re being so good now,” you say, leaning down for a kiss. “You really want to come, huh? No edging tonight?”

“Hm, no time for that.”

“What? You busy tonight?”

He fights a smirk, but you and your already protesting bones silently agree. With the slow build-up, you’re already impatient yourself, so you rock your hips a little harder, water splashing against the rim of the tub.

“Hmm, you’re killing me,” Dew mumbles, voice strained. “I’m s-so close. ‘s too slow.”

“Oh, you wanna come?”

“Hmmm.”

“What?”

“Babe…”

“Can’t hear you.”

You stop moving and his eyes widen, hips bucking. “Please. Please let me come.”

The smirk on your face is too strong to hide and you move again, go a little harder until you feel your own orgasm approaching. Dew groans, nails digging into the flesh of your hips and then he lets out a low sob, hips stuttering into yours as you feel him release right into you. The sounds he makes push you over the edge as well, legs trembling and walls clenching around him. He whimpers in overstimulation and you feel your eyes tearing up as well.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Hm.”

“Baby…”

You look at him, his big, beautiful eyes so filled with emotions. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I won’t let you go again. I don’t care.”

You sigh, hands moving to his neck. “Don’t think about it now.”

He shakes his head and pulls you close, some more water spilling over the edge of the tub. But you don’t care. You just want to hold him. And so you do, slowly coming down from your high. Your body is protesting wildly, tired and tender and overstimulated, but the water helps.

Dew hugs you almost painfully tight and by now you feel ridiculous for even thinking he struggled less than you. When you look up at him he’s still somewhere else, lost in thought. You decide that this is a conversation for later and snuggle back into him. You don’t care if your skin gets wrinkly, if you turn into a fish, all you want is to stay like this forever.

✦✧✦

Half an hour later you’re ready for bed, all snuggled up in the soft sheets and pillows of the honeymoon suite. Dew is true to his promise and lets you be the little spoon, strong arms wrapped around your midriff as his nose tickles your neck. You’re bone-tired and yet you try to stay awake for a little longer, just to feel his breath against your neck, to stroke the back of his hand with yours and thank Satan that you finally get to be with him again.

You think Dew is already asleep, but then he starts kissing your shoulder, sighing contently. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You should have known it.

There is a loud knock right before you feel like falling asleep.

”What–“

“Please?” Aether asks, voice muffled by the door. “Rain won’t cuddle.”

You smile to yourself and watch as Dew gets up to open for him.

✦ ✧ ✦ 

I feel so weird about this chapter, I think I'm kinda burnt-out from writing smut, so I am deeply sorry if this doesn't hit the right spots. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and thanks so much if you read all of this ♡

Special thanks to my Sodo anon who had the idea with the breaking bed, this goes out to you :)

Part 4

[thebubblesareevil]

The Strength to Defend

When Kaldur woke again it was to the sound of pages turning. Phantom was sitting at the desk near the window reading a large book. He didn’t notice Kaldur waking at first so he was finally able to get a good look at his rescuer. The man’s hair was white as snow and it seemed to float as if being pushed by a current no one else could feel, his skin at an unearthly glow about it with just a tinge of green. His nose scrunched up as if he encountered a particularly frustrating problem before mumbling to himself.

“Anything interesting?” Kaldur asked with a soft grin. Phantom give a short scoff.

“Unless you count 12 different versions of the same treaty, each with different wording and slightly different conditions, then no, not particularly.” Phantom stood from his seat and walked to a nearby table. “I asked the Lunch Lady to make some food for when you woke, I promise it’s safe for humans.” He said with a smirk.

Kaldur stood from the bed and walked over to the table, when he lifted the cover for his meal to find a full meal of fish, salad, and bread. “It looks delicious, thank you.” Phantom smiled

“ I should hope so I promised her a week of babysitting her little gremlin Boxed Lunch, but she knows more about nutrition than I ever will” Phantom then proceeded to dig into his own meal of a glowing green hamburger. When he looked up from his food he noticed Kaldur was picking at his food. “You’re gonna want to eat up, Frostbite will be here soon to take a look at you and see if we can get the bandages off your gils.” Kaldur looked again at Phantoms glowing food.

“You’re certain this is safe for human consumption?” Phantom laughs at the doubtful look on Kaldurs face.

“Yes! I promise, believe it or not you’re not the only living guest I’ve had. They don’t come by as often but I try to keep my lair stocked with edible food.” He said with a wide smile showing off his sharp teeth.

With only a moment more of hesitation Kaldur began eating the food. Once they both finished eating Kaldur thanked Phantom for the food and he just waved him off. “Honestly all things considered I should be thanking you.” Kaldur gave him a confused expression “I know you’re worried about your friends, and I told you I would get you back soon, but it’s taking longer than I thought and you’re patience is much appreciated.” He looks Kaldur straight in the eye “I promise I will get you home as soon as possible, I have to finish these meetings and then I will be free to take you home.” Kaldur held his gaze before responding.

“I understand that your responsibilities are important, and you have already promised me that I would be able to return to the time I left. I see no reason to push you when you have already done so much, I have no idea how long I would have been stuck there if you hadn’t come along.” Just then there was a large knock at the door.

“Ah” Phantom said as he broke Kaldurs gaze “That’s probably Frostbite, I’m just gonna *cough* go get that.” He said with a nervous laugh quickly turning away, confusing Kaldur after all what could Phantom have to be nervous about. Phantom answers the door and to Kaldurs surprise a large yeti with an arm made of ice walks in. “I need to step out for a moment. Kaldur, Frostbite is just gonna check you over. I’ll be right back.”

“How are you doing today young man?” The yeti, Frostbite asks.

“I’m doing much better thanks to your aid, my thanks.” Kaldur replied only to be answered by a booming laugh.

“Between you and I, I really didn’t do much. It was the Great One who did most of the work that bandage is my doing but not much else.” He said as he lead Kaldur over to the bed “Now I’d like to check over your vital signs and get a look at those gils.”

“That’s fine.” Kaldur sat down and Frostbite began checking him over. “If you don’t mind me asking, who is the Great One?” Kaldur asked curiously.

Frostbite gave him a puzzled look “Why Phantom of course! He sat beside you the entire time as you recovered, using his ice to keep the room cold so you would recover.” Frostbite explained

“I see and might I ask why you call him that?” Kaldur asked

“Hmmm, well we can check disorientation off the list. You are quite curious, but it is no bother. My people call Phantom “Great One” for many reasons.” He then gestures for Kaldur to follow him to a large closed window “One of the reasons is right here” he says as he opens the curtains. Kaldur flinches at the sudden light for a moment before looking out the window. Outside the sky is a soft green and surrounding the, what he assumes to be castle, it an entire bustling city with ghosts traveling too and fro. “You see this city, if you look far towards the edge you can see the city’s edge and a decent field after that until the land comes to an end” Frostbite pauses for a moment “Everything you see before you is a part of his Lair. Before the Great One came this land was a fraction of its current size.” Kaldur turned to look at Frostbite in surprise.

“How is that possible?” He asked

Frostbite gave an approving look and continued to check him over as he answered. “A ghost’s lair has two factors in its creation. First is intent, a lair is for comfort and protection, and so the terrain and atmosphere of the lair will align with the ghosts intent. For example, there is a hunter in the realms whose lair is a jungle terrain where he can hunt to his core’s delight. Understand so far?” With Kaldur’s nod he continues “Second is power, a ghost’s energy is what fuels a lair. If a ghost is not strong enough it will not always be able to create a lair that matches their intent, if they are able to create one at all. Normally in the case of lairs of this size the lair is fueled by the collective. Now while a lair is not a necessity, it makes the afterlife more comfortable for wandering spirit unable or unwilling to enter the final realm of their people.” He pauses in his explanation. “I’m going to remove the bandages now, if you feel any discomfort let me know” he slowly removes the bandages and the damp cloth underneath freeing his gils “Now take a deep breath for me.” Kaldur does so with a slight flinch. “Hmmm, they look to still be a bit tender, there’s some redness, but I’m not an expert in aquatic features. I will see if we can find any Atlanteans healers willing to come by, but they do so rarely leave their realm.” He says before wetting the cloth once more and binding it with the bandages once more. “There is one final aspect you must take into consideration, when you think of a lair. While the land you see before you is quite peaceful, yes? But the Infinite Realms is filled with much more than ghost and even then, not all ghosts are friendly. The more ghosts that are gathered, the more predators will come to hunt.” He gives a toothy smile “Not only does the Great One single handedly fuel this lair, he has the power to protect it.”

Kaldur looks at Frostbite in shock. “I had no idea, that’s incredible.” Frostbite gives an approving nod.

“I could speak all day about the Great Ones feats but I need to return to the Far Frozen, as well as seeing about getting you an Atlantean healer.” Just as Frostbite is about to leave Phantom renters the room with what appears to be icing on his face. “Ahh speak of the devil! The man of the hour, I see you ran into the Lunch Lady. We were just talking about you.”

“Don’t believe a word he says, he’s an incurable gossip and no matter what he says I only froze half that crowd.” He claimed with narrowed eyes.

Frostbite gave a bellowing laugh “Are you referring to the first time or the second? And as I recall it was an entire stadium of yetis rather than a simple crowd!” He revealed throwing a wink at Kaldur who grinned in return.

“Blasphemy” scolds Phantom with a grin “So how’s our patient?”

“He’s making a swift recovery, as I said before I’m a little worried about his gils and I will be sending for an Atlantean healer if that’s all right.” Phantom nods “Other than that I see no reason why he should remain cooped up in this room. In fact I think it would do both of you some good to go out and explore.”

Phantom lights up as he gives Kaldur an excited grin but just as soon as it came, the smile dropped with the sound of drums. Phantom sighs “Unfortunately it looks like duty calls. If you’d like I can show you the way to the library before I get back to the meeting. It’s on the way.”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you for your assistance Frostbite, I hope to see you again before I leave.” He said shaking the yetis hand.

Phantom holds the door for Kaldur and the two make their way towards the library. Kaldur turns to Phantom. “Frostbite was telling me a bit about your lair. I have to admit it’s quite impressive.” Kaldur smirks “Great One” Phantom lets out an exaggerated groan.

“He’s never letting that go, you beat up one asshole with a superiority complex and he never lets you live it down.”

“ I don’t know I think it has a nice ring to it, the Great Phantom.” Kaldur teases

Phantom gives him a considering look before replying “That sounds like a cheesy name for a magician, no thanks. I think I prefer Danny….”

“Danny?” Kaldur looked at Phantom, no, Danny curiously

“Yep that’s my name, don’t wear it out!” He said with a nervous chuckle. Kaldur stopped and looked at Danny as he continued down the hall, picking up the pace towards the library. He smiled to himself before catching up. Soon enough they arrived at two large doors. Danny stopped with hunched shoulders an rubbed his neck. “Whelp here we are, feel free to explore the castle or even go outside. Like Frostbite probably told you this whole island is my lair and you are my guest. Uhm I.. gotta go now, to the meeting, with one of the brothers, I’ll just.. go” Danny winced at how nervous he sounded.

“Thank you, I might just do that.” Kaldur said with a smile “and Danny? Good luck with your meeting.” And he turned an walked into the library. Danny stood the a few minutes more with a face so green it would make vegetables jealous.

He buried his face in his hands and quietly, just barely a whisper he sighed and said “Get it together Fenton, he‘a way out of your league and you know it.” He then turns around and hurriedly goes back the way he came in an attempt to make it to the meeting on time.

[gentrychild]

What if,as he deages, afo's teenage self looks suspiciously like a certain green haired gremlin?

Tokoyami looks away one second and doesn't realize when Midoriya appeared on the battle field and why he is dressed like a Hot Topic has exploded on him.

[triangularjuice]

You Done?

Din Djarin/Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

this is pure self indulgence that no one asked for, sorry if it's too long i just got excited

warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing, light choking, unprotected sex, 18+

***

You've been sitting on the Razor Crest for days, confined within the metal walls that creak and groan under the weight of the wind howling outside. The quarry that Mando is after chose a dangerous planet to hide out on. The weather is unpredictable, making it so tracks can disappear within minutes, hindering any kind of hunt after the wanted creature.

Din left as soon as you landed, not wanting to give the quarry any time to hide whatever tracks were still exposed. He said it might take a couple days, but as more time passed, you couldn't help but grow slightly worried.

Babysitting the kid was simple enough, but it can only do so much to pass the time. One minute he's obsessing over that tiny silver ball of his, and the next he's disappearing every time you turn your back, creating a not-so-enjoyable game of hide and seek.

After wrestling him down and putting the silver ball back on the handle in the cockpit, you pull out the provisions and divvy out some dinner for the two of you.

Eating in silence, your mind starts to wander, eventually landing on thoughts of a certain broad-shouldered, metal man in your life.

The relationship you had with Din was... complicated. You've been hanging around for a while, watching over the kid and tending to Mando's wounds when necessary, but the air around you and Din has changed lately.

Some flirty banter here, a brush of the arm there, and sometimes you could swear he was sneaking looks at you out of the corner of his visor.

Of course, it could all just be your imagination. Then again, he's a man of few words. Everything he does has meaning behind it, and-

"What the-!" you shout in surprise, censoring yourself at the last second when a thick substance lands directly on the side of your head, dropping onto the floor with a gross splat.

The kid, still feeling defiant to your authority, thought it might be funny to toss the food he didn't want to eat right at your head with his little baby magic that you still don't understand.

You turn to him, unamused, mentally preparing the lecture you're about to give when it dies in your throat, seeing the kid giggling and clapping his tiny hands- claws? Whatever they are.

You sigh, defeated.

"What are we gonna do with you, huh?" you mutter, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips when he flashes a toothy grin up at you.

After wiping up the mess from the floor, you turn to pick him up, but freeze when your eyes meet nothing but the empty crate he was sitting on.

"Kid?" you ask out loud, "Listen, I'm not in the mood for another round of hide and seek. Come on out."

You turn around, searching for the little green gremlin.

"I'd really like to get your dinner out of my hair, so if you would be so kind as to show yourself so we can get you to bed, that'd be great," you bargain, but there's no response. While you're peeking behind some storage units, you hear a slight rustling and the hiss of a door opening behind you.

Whipping around, you catch the tail end of a little brown robe disappearing up to the cockpit. You suppress a smile, quietly tiptoeing over to the ladder.

You follow him up and through the cockpit doors, catching him as he's reaching up towards the silver ball on the main console. He turns to you, making a small sound in surprise.

Scoffing, you put your hands on your hips and give him a pointed look.

"All of that, just to get your little ball back?" you question as you walk over to the console, unscrewing the tiny sphere. You drop it in his baby hands and scoop him up. "You could've just asked, instead of so graciously donating your dinner to the side of my face."

You place him down in his floating pram, tucking his blankets around his small frame.

"Goodnight little monster," you whisper as you rub his head. You turn the cockpit lights off, letting him look at the stars as he drifts to sleep.

Climbing down the ladder, you reach up and feel the food from earlier has already crusted to your hair. You sigh, grabbing a towel from your little area on the ship. As you step into the fresher, you waste no time getting into the hot water to free your hair from the dinner incident.

As you're finishing your shower, your stomach drops when you hear something outside the fresher. Sounds of buttons being pushed and hissing machinery can be heard, and at first you thought it was just the kid.

He wouldn't be able to reach those buttons. And even if he used his baby magic, he wouldn't be getting into that kind of stuff, he knows better.

You quickly shut off the water and wrap a towel around your body. Lucky for you, Din always makes sure you're prepared for unexpected visitors. You reach into a small compartment behind the sink and pull out a blaster: not huge, but big enough to do some damage.

You turn off the fresher light and quietly open the door, peering out into the hull. Someone shut off the main lights, and you can hear heavy footsteps silently making their way around.

You slink through the door and settle behind some cargo boxes while you let your eyes adjust to the darkness. The only light around is coming from the various buttons and little bulbs scattered on the walls and ceiling. You were trembling slightly, your heart beating against your chest, and you take deep, quiet breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down.

Looking out into the hull, a figure with their back towards you stands by the armory, fidgeting with something in their hands. Creeping forward, you take extra precaution with your steps, making sure not to slip on the water dripping from your freshly showered body.

As you creep closer, you hold the blaster up to your chest. You hide behind a tote and wait until they're completely turned away from you to tiptoe up and press the blaster against their back, immediately sensing them tense under the barrel of the weapon.

"Don't. Move." you whisper with as much intimidation as you could muster. After a beat, they raise their hands slowly, and after their arms are held up in surrender, you realize how large this person is. "Now drop- drop whatever you're holding," you stutter, losing your nerve.

The stranger obeys, tossing some hunk of metal on the ground with a loud thud.

Neither of you move. You aren't quite sure what to do next.

What would Din do in this situation?

...

He'd probably just shoot the guy.

Before you could do anything more, the stranger whips around, grabbing the blaster right out of your hand. You backpedal, bringing your arms up as you prepare to be fired at, but nothing happens.

"You done?" a familiar modulated voice asks.

You drop your arms and look up at the figure. Sure enough, standing there right in front of you is an armorless Mando, wearing only his undershirt, pants, boots, and helmet.

"Fuck, Mando, I could've shot you! What the hell were you thinking?!" you shout as you cross your arms, frustrated he let that go on for as long as it did.

"Doubt it," he said quietly, and you rolled your eyes.

"I had a blaster pointed at your spine, what makes you think I wouldn't have pulled the trigger?" you question, staring into where you think his eyes are. He stands with an arm on his hip, holding the blaster up in the other hand.

"You hesitated. If you were planning on shooting me, you would've done so from the beginning; and you left too many openings to be easily overpowered," he listed off as you roll your eyes.

"Plus, you left the safety on, Sweetheart," he adds as he holds the blaster out for you to see, and you throw your hands up in defeat. You can practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Whatever Pretty Boy. I'll work on it. Did you get the quarry?" you ask him, placing your hands on your hips.

He doesn't answer. He just... stares at you. In fact, the man doesn't even look like he's breathing. You furrow your brows.

"Hello? Crest to Mando?" you question, regaining his attention. He straightens his posture and looks away, clenching his fist.

You're about to question him when you glance down, realizing why he froze.

You're still dripping wet, only covered by a thin towel from your shower right before his arrival.

Heat immediately floods your face and you bring your arms across your chest.

"Oh, oh shit I- I'm so sorry, I was showering when you got back and I just-"

You stop rambling as you watch him step closer, slowly closing the gap between you. Flustered, your lips part slightly as your heart beats against your chest, looking up at his visor.

He lifts a hand to your shoulder, hesitating, before gently pushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. He trails his gloved fingers down your cheek, resting beneath your chin.

You know you could stop him if you wanted to.

He knows it too.

"Where's the kid?" he asks. His voice sounds different. Deeper. If that's even possible for him.

"In his pram. In the cockpit. Sleeping," you answer awkwardly, not daring to look away.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Is this going where you think it's going?

He doesn't respond. He simply trails his hand down your neck painfully slow, his fingertips ghosting around the curve of your throat. His hand splays out across your collarbone, feeling your warm, damp skin.

He stops right above your breasts, where the towel is creased together. Neither of you move, debating on whether or not to actually go through with this.

You swallow thickly and reach your hand up, loosening the towel with your shaky fingers as he watches you. The towel drops to the floor, fully exposing you to the Mandalorian.

You can hear his breath hitch through the modulator as he looks you up and down. Without warning, he grabs your wrist and you yelp in surprise as he hauls you over to your living space, putting you down on your cot.

He reaches around the corner for a brief moment and fiddles with something, cursing under his breath, and then the remaining lights in the hull cut out, leaving the two of you in complete darkness.

You hear him return to the cot as a loud thud echoes in the tiny space like something was dropped on the floor. You feel him crawl on top of you as his hands roam your hips, and you reach up to ghost your fingers down his waist until you grasp the hem of his shirt.

He helps you lift it over his head, and in doing so, your fingers brush against his hair.

Hair?

Holy shit, did he-?

"Did you take off your-?"

The question dies in your throat as Din's lips attach to yours, silently answering your question. His hands, now without gloves, trail up your stomach to cup your breasts, giving them a squeeze. You moan softly into the kiss as your hand finds it's way into his hair, threading it through your fingers and pulling ever so lightly.

He groans at this action, and his hands pull away to mess with his pants as he tries to free himself from them. After successfully doing so, he returns his lips to yours and settles between your legs, wrapping your ankles around his waist. You can feel his cock press up against your thigh and squirm.

He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he lines himself up.

"Are you sure?" he asks quietly, and it makes you smile. You respond by pushing yourself against him, rubbing your folds along his dick. A deep, guttural groan rips through his throat, and he thrusts up and into your cunt in one swift motion.

You throw your head back against the cot and let out and embarrassingly lewd moan at the new sensation. Din takes this opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking and licking dark spots onto your skin while his hands grip your waist. Your hands reach around his shoulders and claw down his back as you stretch around his cock.

"Fuck, you're so ti-ight," he mutters against your neck.

He slowly pulls out and you can hear how wet you are for him as he starts thrusting slowly, in and out. His lips travel down your neck and to your breasts, stopping to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You arch your back as you moan, one of his hands reaching up to knead the other breast.

You move your hips in a rhythm matching his, your toes curling behind his back. He releases your nipple from his mouth and moves over it the other one to give it the same attention, and your hand glides up to grip a handful of his hair.

"Fuck, Din, right there- please, don't stop-!" you ramble, tugging on his hair.

Hearing you whine his name like that makes him groan, and he stops his thrusting to grind into you deeper than he was reaching before. The moan that ripped out of you made you blush, and Din moved his head up to capture your lips in another kiss. He bites your bottom lip, tugging on it gently.

"You like that, Sweetheart?" he asks, breaking the kiss. His voice is low and unmodulated, making you whine. You nod, forgetting how dark it is in here. Din slowly grinds up into you again, making you arch up into his chest. His hand trails up to the base of your neck, while the other holds your hip.

"Answer me," he whispers, moving his fingers around your throat, squeezing gently.

"Yes, oh fuck-!," you whisper, mouth hanging open. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the tiny room.

"Din, I-I'm gonna-" you start, unable to form a coherent sentence. He understands, and he grinds deep into you once again, sending you over the edge, moaning as you feel your orgasm rip through you.

Din groans as he feels you clench around his cock as you cum, and he leans down to kiss you again. You hum against his lips, bringing your hand up to cup his face, feeling his stubble on his cheek.

He thrusts into you a few more times, mouth hanging open against yours as he's pushed over the edge.

"Wh-where?" he asks, desperately.

"Cum inside me, Din, please," you moan against his mouth, and almost instantly you can feel his cock twitch as it releases inside you. He groans deeply, grinding against your cunt.

"Osik, oh Sweetheart-" he mumbles into your neck. He kisses up to your jaw and back to your lips as he rides out his orgasm, moaning against your mouth and swearing under his breath.

As he empties himself, he starts to slow down, and he pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily. He stills inside of you, but doesn't move to pull out, savoring the moment.

"You done?" you ask him with a smirk, mocking his statement from earlier.

He scoffs, leaning down next to your ear and whispers:

"Not even close, Sweetheart."

***

[ibiitsu]

that one beach episode [Sk8] x male reader (platonic)

Cat boy supremacy [3/29/2021]

Warning(s) : beach episode spoiler (also makes more sense if you have watched that episode), it’s rly long

Pairing(s): Sk8 x male reader (platonic), Langa x Reki

Y/n gets invited by Miya to tag along for a trip and enjoy the beach and hot springs. When they get to the beach, Langa leaves his phone unattended and somehow Miya steals his phone AND knows his password ( he’s secretly in a society of magicians). Yup this is just pure chaos 👍

A/n - parts of this is inspired by a tik tok I saw by triburnt

The breeze was blowing, the sun was shining and y/n was vomiting.

This would of been a whole lot better if Miya had told you about the cruise part. He had invited you to tag along with him to go the hot springs and relax for the weekend. It had all just sounded like a great time but no. Here you were, emptying out your stomach and dying on the inside.

“Hey slime! How are you feeling?” Y/n wiped his mouth before turning to see a small gremlin grinning at him, as a small irk mark appeared on his forehead.

“A whole lot better if you decided to tell me that we have to go on a damn cruise!” He stumbled towards Miya as his stomach lurched and his mouth filled with the familiar bile taste.

“Well, too bad for you, what can you even do about it now?” Miya snickered at your suffering and turned back to his game. With a huff, Y/n fell face down onto a chair and glared at him.

You annoying, cocky little piece of-

“Miya? Y/n?” Both heads turned to see a familiar green- haired cook with 2 ladies clinging to him.

“Joe?!”

3 other heads turned his way before another voice was heard.

“Please wake up. 10 minutes until arrival.” A robotic voice stated which made all 6 heads turn to the direction of the voice.

“Thank you Carla”

“What the hell are you doing here?!?”

Y/n covered his face and staggered away from them before an argument immediately broke out between the gorilla and a certain pink haired male. There was no way he would want to be seen anywhere near them.

“Cherry? What are you doing here?” Langa asked, ignoring Joe who continued to try and argue.

“Ah, I’m here for business, and you?”

“Hot spring healing”

“Tagged along”

“Babysitting”

“Vacation!”

“Nobody asked you, you gigolo gorilla!”

Aaaand they’re at it again.

Y/n sighed, already regretting his life decisions as he threw up for the 4th time.

———

“So beautiful...” Langa muttered as he stared at the ocean in wonder. He leaned further slightly to the water and watched it wash over his feet.

Reki ran up behind him and suddenly pushed him forward, grabbing the board before it fell in and joining Langa after a minute. “You gotta drive in the ocean!” Reki laughed before splashing Langa and slipping.

Everyone was soon all over the beach, enjoying the sunshine and ocean. Shadow was flying through the air, Langa was floating around in a tube and Cherry was lying in the shade of his parasol. Miya, Reki and Y/n were currently throwing a ball at each other in a free for all until he grabbed Reki’s ankles and pulled him under.

... Reki slowly stood up and stayed very very still.

“R-Reki?” Y/n slowly inched away from him as he nervously looked towards Miya for help.

“You... you... YOU RUINED MY HAIR!” Reki suddenly look up at y/n and grabbed the ball throwing it at him , chasing him across the beach.

“MIYA HELP ME DON’T JUST STAND THERE DO SOMETHI-“ Y/n yelled as he ran for his life before proceeding to be hit with a ball and dramatically face planting into the sand. 🥲

———

“Anyways, where’s Joe?” Shadow took a quick glance around the beach before seeing Joe, once again surrounded by 2 different ladies.

“Damn that guy! I’ll get in his way!” Shadow set down the drinks and started towards Joe.

“Don’t bother, it would just work in his favor.” Reki then showed a terrible example of what would happen which Y/n burst of laughing at.

“Hey! As if you could do any better!”

“You sure about that? You probably can’t even think of a way to get in the way of Joe’s flirting! Watch the pros and learn.” Y/n grabbed Miya, interrupting his game, and walked up to Joe.

“If you would like any dinner tonig-“

“Dad! Momma said that if you don’t get back soon, she’ll kill you!” Y/n and Miya crouched down and looked up at Joe expectantly before y/n pointed a finger at Cherry.

“Momma’s going to be so sad when she sees you with another woman! She was already angry when she saw the first one! It’s a wonder how she’s still married to you even when she’s seen you with new women every day!” Y/n sobbed, hugging Miya as they both looked at Joe’s suffering.

“He neglects his kids?!?”

“Damn, I feel so sorry for their mom.”

“Let’s just go...”

“Wait! It’s just a misunderstanding!” Joe panicky tried to reassure them as they look at him skeptically.

“Please don’t take my dad away!” Y/n and Miya simultaneously yelled as you clung to his leg and Miya to his torso. The ladies quickly hurried off and Joe fell down onto the sand in despair as Y/n and Miya walked away triumphantly.

———

After crushing Joe’s dreams of more women, Miya and y/n sat under the parasol, bored out of their minds. Miya’s switch had ran out of battery and Carla was no where to be found so they had to resort to stealing Langa’s phone to play games.

“Ya know, I kind of feel like a spy.”

“...do spies even steal things? Or do they just like, spy?”

“That sound so dumb I can’t believe you would say something like that Miya... so disappointed in you.”

“...I can’t believe a slime is talking to me.”

“...well I can’t believe that-“

“Oi shut up, Langa is on the move.”

“Roger that.” Y/n quickly moved towards the bag and slipped a hand inside, searching for Langa’s phone. He ran back to Miya and they took off, away from the bag.

“D-do spies even say roger?!?” Miya asked between pants.

“Well I..it doesn’t matter. We got the phone now.” Y/n handed Miya the phone and watched him magically unlock it.

“I- how- huh?!? How did you even know his password? I only just knew how Langa’s phone looked like a few minutes ago but you already know the password? What?!?” He stuttered in amazement while Miya looked proudly at the phone. He then turned to Y/n and looked him dead in the eyes,

“I, am a wizard. Now watch, my dear disciple.” Miya processed to then give a 10 minute explanation about fingerprints and smudges and witchcraft.

✨wow✨

“Anyways, this is just sad. Langa doesn’t even have any good games!” Miya sighed before turning towards y/n. “What should we do now?”

“I guess looking at all his secrets would be interesting?”

“I- why would that be the first thing that comes to your mind?”

“Well... don’t you want to know as well?”

Is it really that weird?

Y/n tilted his head before taking the phone from Miya. He scrolled through the apps before opening messages. :0

“And would you look at that!” Y/n showed Miya the contact info the Langa had for Reki.

“:0. I called it, yep. I knew it!” On the screen for Reki’s contact name was Reki with a red. heart.

“It’s a red heart! A. Red. Heart. The ship is real!” Y/n and Miya looked excitedly at each other before Miya spotted a certain person walking towards them.

“Quickly! Hide the phone! Langa’s coming!” He hissed and y/n hastily shoved the phone into the fold of his jacket.

“Hey guys, have you seen my phone?” Langa walked up to Miya and y/n while looking around.

“No we haven’t, I don’t even know what it looks like!” Y/n laughed nervously as Miya jabbed him sharply in the ribs.

Ow ow ow damn you really didn’t have to do that. It’s not like you could do any better anyways 🙄

“What are you up to anyways?” Langa looked suspiciously at y/n while he tried to look natural and smile. Miya quickly interjected and said, “Nothing much, we’re just talking. If we do see your phone, we’ll tell you though.”

“Ah, okay thanks.” Langa turned around and started towards Cherry.

“Miya! My savior! I have always believed in you!” Y/n rejoiced and wrapped his arms around Miya in joy.

“Oi you idiot slime! You almost blew our cover!” Miya sighed, “you are such a horrible liar.” He shook is head in fake disappointment before getting the phone and looking around once again.

“Ouch Miya, my feelings :( I take back what I just said.” Y/n sobbed before wiping away his fake tears. Miya just rolled his eyes and pointed to the screen.

“Anyways, look at this! The first thing that I see when I open Instagram is Reki’s profile!”

“Wait, Langa has Instagram? Wowwww I can’t believe that he never told me! Wait let me make him follow me.” Y/n was about the search up his profile until he saw the search history.

“Pick up lines?” Miya commented as he looked at the screen. “I guess the ship is about to sail soon then.”

“Nahh, Reki would be too dense to know that Langa would be flirting with him.”

“Oh so you want to bet on it huh?”

“Hell yeah. If I win, you give me $10 and if you win, I give you $1.” Y/n smiled happily, as Miya looked at him sideways.

“...why do I have to give you $10 but you would only give me-“

“ANYWAYS, he probably has pick up lines written in his notes, let’s check that!”

“...so we’re just going to ignore that you only give-“

“Oh wow, these pick up lines are... really bad...” y/n sighed and shook his head.

“Okay... so we’re just moving on I guess. Anyways, yeah, those are some really bad pick up lines.”

Unfortunately, due to the fact that Y/n and Miya were so engrossed in reading horrible pick up lines, they never noticed Langa coming up behind them and well... let’s just say that there won’t be anymore y/n content. (I’m just lazy and have no idea how to end this 🤷‍♂️)

A/n- yea, that’s it, I hope it wasn’t that bad since it’s my first try at things like this and I hope u enjoyed it :]