#Chasing phantoms lost in chance

[xchronicles]

Mayday Mayday

I've decided to break hearts again.

Sound on pls.

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

So here is another DPXDC crossover idea nice-ish pariah dark au pariah dark dad au pariah dark x clockwork gender-fluid Danny au ghost prince Danny au Danny x Damien Danny steeling lost artifacts from places so that they don’t get into the wrong hands and Gotham has a bunch

Danny has taken up the job of helping get lost artifacts from the zone back to the infinite realms and giving items lost the zone back to the families of those that lost them Danny is having fun evading the superheroes

Damien is having fun trying to catch the thief that was stealing supposedly cursed artifacts and is surprised when he finally corners the thief that it is a someone his own age and is even more surprised when the thief disappears the literally second he turns his back

Let's see what prompt I can come up with. ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

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Chase Me, Catch Me, Will You Love Me?

When he was a child he dreamed of going to space being able to chase the vastness of stars.

After his accident that was a dream he had to give up, after that his life became too busy to really think about it.

Gaining powers

Fighting ghosts each day

Trying to do her best in school

Realizing her gender

Evading and escaping his parents

The GIW

He needed a break but not because of this

This being his parents finding out about them being Phantom and not taking it well.

Ha

'Not taking it well' was an understatement.

She fled to the Infinity Realms towards ClockWork. CW felt more like his dad than Jack had for a long while now. He was a bit suspicious when CW told him that the Zone had decided to rehabilitate Pariah Dark but so far he had been staying in line if a bit of a harsh grump and maybe a future parental figure with how he and CW seemed to look at each other when they thought the other wasn't paying attention.

But on the other hand she was thankful he was still king and not Danny, wow had that been a shock to her finding out he was almost king before he was even an adult, he was still titled prince but at least he wasn't the one in charge of everything.

Speaking of being in charge of things, they as a prince still had duties to fulfill, ClockPa had decided it was best for his growth that she return to Earth but not the same one where he would be in danger, no instead it was an Earth with multiple heroes and magic and even aliens!!!

The only thing he had to do was find haunted or ecto powered objects and either return them to their rightful owner or have it put somewhere secure.

"This is going to be so much fun!"

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Damian had a new rogue, they called themselves Phantom and their crimes resembled greatly of Catwoman's only with seemingly spiritual centered objects.

He had already faced the teasing of all his siblings about how he was resembling father

...and as much as he hated agreeing with them, after almost a year of constantly fighting, chasing, bantering and most recently actually getting to talking he had learned that they were very close in age and had a lot of similar interest they could talk about together with for hours if given the chance.

Soon their dynamic slowly began shifting without either realizing it,

And well who knows what the future holds for them but until then,

The chase continues.

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Fin

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Hope you liked it Anon

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Just an Idea

[kabukiaku]

What do you think of the Ghovie? :D

holy HELL man. to give my spoiler free thoughts: it was loads of fun. the concert footage was absolutely gorgeous. the sound quality was insane, I sang along through all the songs. ending left me shook and have more questions than answers.

for my thoughts that do involve spoilers:

my only real criticism but I guess it's just a personal preference: this was me merely having my specific expectations, but I was hoping to see Copia talk to his brothers in ghost form.

I did NOT expect Sister to kick the bucket.

Damn I'm not even a huge Copia enjoyer and yet I wanted to hug this man. He fr looked so stressed and conflicted.

FRATER IMPERATOR??!?! fuck man. I'm gonna draw that outfit.

SECONDO-STAINED GLASS SHOT!!!!

the animated segment of Mary On a Cross was so so cool. i guess they finally gave in to the scooby-doo chase music allegations xD

NEW GUY? who are you. who aaaare you? I vote for resurrected terzo. hah. yeah right.

the implications of copia having a twin!!?!?

I saw terzo ONCE and I pointed at the screen. my boy....

copia getting a lil jumpscare when he inverts his cross necklace. haha.

how will this new era play out? will it be an homage to the first era?

nihil you were a delight. silly old man.

cant get the new song out of my head. good music. good message.

copia's speeches throughout the concert, ahhh really pulls at your heartstrings.

copia on the hot air balloon, fr thought something bad was gonna happen, but good chances are he was lost in his mind, and fuckin fainted. oof.

RAIN SPOKE. him saying 'so no encore?' had the same cadence as the vine 'so no head?'

ghouls were lovely. not as feral as usual? poor swiss. he didn't get much good footage.

the. GHOULETTES. PERIOD.

phantom's wacky head tilts. he's so crazy. /pos

when nihil asked him to do the 'grucification' pose during SH my ass really thought they were gonna kill him on the spot or something.

OVERALL: a damn good concert movie. so thrilling. so much fun. I am happy that I got to experience this. despite the absence of our previous papas, we cling onto so dearly, I know the spotlight isn't shining on them anymore. it makes me sad, as I would've love to see Terzo in some narrative type media. Now, I await for what this new Era will bring.

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC or Marvel: The Help of The Dead

I won't lie this could work for either

When Phantom joined the team almost everybody had the same thought; "He's just a kid, how could he help?"

They insist on protecting him in fights, especially when he makes it clear more than once that he wont fight living humans. So when it comes to armies of people they have to deal without the child on the battlefield, which is fine by them. One lest child on the front lines is one less ass to save when shit hits the fan.

But then one day that suddenly changes.

An evasion with scales unlike anything they had ever seen before which is saying something. Together the teams had fought countless battles but in that moment things seemed truly like they were too much.

Until Phantom finally clapped, jumped off the table. "These aren't living humans right?"

They weren't human, far from it. The team had mentioned this more than once but it was hard to tell if he was just double checking or if he hadn't been paying attention to anything.

"Great. Pull the team back, I got it."

"You really don't expect us for you to fight this alone, do you?" Superman or Captain America would ask as Phantom just laughed.

"Don't be ridiculous, who said I would be doing it alone. Now pull them back. I won't say it again." Then Phantom simply vanishes.

The orders are given, timidly but their given. Moral of the people left in the 'danger zone' drops and things seem to drastically change when a massive green cloud begins to swirl in the sky before ripping open into a portal that sends chills down the spines who see it.

The heroes fear it's a second wave or some kind of superweapon going off, but then a figure flies out, does a flip and strums a guitar.

"HELLO, WORLD! WELCOME TO THE SHOW! FOR THE BASTARDS TRESSPASSIN' I SUGGEST YOU GET CRUISIN' BEFORE YOU GET ONE HELL OF A BRUSIN!"

The team is confused until the portal explodes, a large mass of things fly out filling the sky blocking out the sun to the city. The heroes panic, the heroes don't know what to do. But the mass isn't attacking, in fact there's a wave of movement until who shows up at the front of the lines, a regal cape, a flaming crown and a glowing ice covered ring.

"Phantom." Nobody knows who breathes the name when they all realized what was happening.

Phantom simply waves his hand, a green megaphone forming out of thin air as he speaks into it.

"Attention invading forces. You have trespassed on territory claimed by the King of the Dead. You were given your chances to leave, and since you chose to stay then this must mean you have enjoyed your visit and wish to make your stay permanent. Don't worry, we'll help you with that. If you wish to leave, now is your chance. Either evacuate or drop your weapons of we will drop you."

The invading forces refuse, hell they even go so far as to scoff at the idea. Phantom simply shrugs then gestures to the one with the guitar, as she begins to play again and Phantom bops around for a second before he holds up his hand.

"By the order of the King of Death you are here by to protect the living souls of this world and destroy any who are not human, animal, or under our protection. There will be no ransacking, no obsession chasing, and no harming of the living. This is the decree now... take out the trash."

The slaughter is over before the one with the guitar finishes her third song. Two days of fighting over in less than nine minutes with no human lives lost in the attack, more captured enemies than dead, and without Phantom having to lift a finger.

The team is surprised, not only was Phantom working for the King of the Dead but the Army of the Dead was fuckin' terrifying. When Phantom was confronted with this information later, he simply laughs, shrugs and says;

"What can I say? Sometimes you have to let the kids outside to play or they'll go stir crazy."

"Why didn't you fight?" Another one of the heroes would ask as Phantom looked at them.

"You heard the decree, didn't you. 'No obsession chasing', my obsession is 'Protection'. I stayed back because if I was involved I would have probably caused more damage then our enemies."

After what the heroes had seen... this threat was terrifying.

Suddenly they realized that Phantom did help - by staying back - and the day he was actively in the fight...

Not even the mysterious 'King of the Dead' would be able to save the souls who went against Phantom.

[the-common-cowgirl]

Greater of Two Evils - Part 4

Summary: Reader makes a decision and goes home only to be met with a new type of monster.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dark! Modern Aemond x Reader

Warnings: DD;DNE, Manipulation, PTSD elements, talks of abortion, pro-life/pro-choice debate, cursing

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This chapter is HEAVY. I apologize in advance. It’s uncomfortable, however, essential to this fic. Sorry in advance!

Masterlist

The apartment felt cold when you arose from your disturbed slumber. With an aching body, you had pulled yourself from the bed and searched the rooms for a sign of life; There was none. Aemond must have left, which meant this was your chance to slip out of his apartment and go back to your shared apartment with your brother without an immediate objection from Aemond. Or maybe, you’d just catch a flight or train and get out of Drone completely; go back home to your parents. The enticing idea danced around your mind for quite some time. You stared at the hardwood floors in contemplation.

Would he chase me all the way home?

Would he ruin my family?

Would he ruin my brother?

You found, rather unregretfully, each of your prior fears were becoming less prevalent in the wake of understanding that you were in true danger. Dorne wasn’t safe for you; not with your brother and not with Aemond. At least in the Riverlands, your father and mother could protect you. Save you from your brother’s wrath; and Aemond’s. 

Your eyes lit up with a newfound vigor and you set to work bagging up what little belongings you brought, calling an uber to your location and buying plane tickets for Riverrun. You were out of that apartment before Aemond could return and although it was lost on you, there was a vase of 8 red roses with a card that simply read “Stay” on the counter in the kitchen. You hadn’t noticed it…unfortunately.

Your plane landed late into the night and you were grateful your father was still waiting for you at the airport. His arms were spread wide, his smile genuine as he embraced you in a warm hug. You missed this, you missed genuine kindness from men; however, the last few years living with your brother and the last month or so knowing Aemond had left you a bit scarred, marred with trepidation, making you pull from the hug quicker than you’d like. Your father noticed, you could tell by the sideways smile that had appeared on his face.

“Hey dad,” you offered a tired smile while taking a step back and grasping the straps of your bookbag. 

Your father reached around you and took the bookbag from your trembling hands. “Traveling light, my little trout?” He put a hand on your back and the contact made a phantom wave of chills go through you, making you grimace as you began to walk out of the airport and toward the small parking lot of this two terminal airport. 

“Yeah, just wanted to see you guys while we were on break.” You forgot how cold it could get this far North and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Weird time to have a break in University.” He commented but didn’t pursue. “How’s your brother, we never hear from him anymore.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you continued to look at the ground as you walked, “What? I thought he was sending some money each month and-”

“Your mom told him to stop that a few years back, made her feel greedy. No, after he quit sending money, we hadn’t heard from him. I guess he’s real busy down there in Dorne?”

You nodded, trying to understand why your brother would lie about something so small as sending money each month to help your parents pay the bills.

“Don’t mention it to your mom. Makes her upset. I was just wondering-”

You nodded again as you two reached the car. You hopped in the passenger’s side as your father started the vehicle. “So he’s not even talking to you guys anymore?”

Your father shrugged, as he backed out of the parking space. “Nope. Your mother thinks he’s just busy is all.”

Your father had always been a terrible liar and you just caught a hint that he didn’t necessarily believe what your mom did. You wouldn’t push the issue yet.

“How are you guys doing on your bills if I might ask?”

Your father rolled his eyes, “That’s nothing that should concern you.”

“I’m an adult, I can handle it-”

“Hey, I was talking to Mrs. Tully the other day,” he changed the subject, “And she said that there will be an opening for an Early Education Teacher at the start of the next school year if that’s something you’re interested in?”

Your heart dropped, you hadn’t told him your brother forced you to change majors. Your dream of being a teacher for littles crushed. You swallow your self pity and lie to your father, “Thanks dad, I’ll talk to her.”

The drive home is filled with more small talk, mainly your father telling you the gossip of small town life. Who married who, who’s cheating who, and who died. You remind yourself that this is why you took a chance on Sunspear and moved in with your brother but then again, the gnawing feeling of ‘I brought this upon myself’ creeps back up into your throat and you have to remind yourself that you’re a victim and you are not the bad person or persons here.

The victim guilt doesn’t seem to leave you, even when you pull into your childhood driveway. 

Stepping through the threshold of the house, it smells like chocolate oatmeal cookies and home; you feel tension leave your body and finally smile.

Your mom comes around the corner with oven mitts on and you laugh, rushing to embrace her. “Oh my darling,” she says into your hair, “I’ve missed you so much.”

And that’s how the reunion goes, late into the night, catching up at the kitchen table, eating cookies when all three of you should be sleeping. It feels good to be home but you are awaiting the inevitable and it happens an hour in.

“I know you’re not on break,” your mom starts. She could never be fooled, even when you and your brother were kids, lying about who hit who first; it was always you…even when it wasn’t. Okay, maybe it was only you that couldn’t fool her. “Why are you here in the middle of the semester?”

You looked down to your cup of tea, it had gone cold with very little left in the mug. Could you really tell them, did you have a choice?

“Does it have something to do with that gash on your head? Or the wrapping around your wrist?”

You nodded, sighing a shaking breath. “That’s part of it.” Your voice was small, like when you were a kid taking your brother’s punishment.

“What’s the other part?” Her voice was stern and soft, coaxing the truth you could never hide from her, out.

“I-um- I-” How could you tell them? How could you explain to them that you’re pregnant? How would they react? Your body shook with anticipation and anxiety.

Your father put his hand on your back and you felt cold chills again. “It’s okay, it's okay to tell us.”

No it isn’t. You two will not understand. How could you understand? Is it not enough to have lived it but now I have to recount what fucking happened to me? I have to speak out loud the atrocities sinned against me by my own brother and a fucking demon of a human when I myself, havent even come to terms that I’ve been wronged? How can you understand when I don’t even understand?!

And so, the root of your pain fell out of your mouth without your brain deciphering your words, “I’m pregnant.”

Your father sighed deeply, your mother sat back in her chair, you continued staring at the little bit of tea left in the bottom of your mug; hoping the little bit of residue left from the tea bag would tell you something uplifting or helpful like the ancient art of tea leaves reading. Then the irony donned on you and you almost laughed.

Here I am, looking for comfort in my tea instead of my own parents. I had to leave Dorne for tea?

“Well,” your mother spoke up, “who’s the father?”

You nearly laughed again, “Someone you don’t know.”

“Is he willing to help you with-”

“I don’t want to keep it.”

Your mother scoffed, “You don’t have a choice in that now do you?”

Your eyes lifted from the cold cup to your mother’s eyes, warm and inviting; deceitful. “I do, actually.”

“Oh you do?” Maybe in Dorne but not in the Riverlands-”

“Then I’m not staying here, I’m going back to Dorne. I just wanted to let you guys know before I-”

“Before you murdered my grandchild?”

Your father scolds your mother for being so harsh with a hand lifted from the table, her name and shaking his head and there you are again, feeling like you brought this on yourself.

Why did I even come here?

“Does your brother know,” your father asks, breaking you from your trance of self-loathing.

You shook your head; unable to speak. Staring down at the tea again.

“What’s your plan? Drop out of school and move here? You could work at the elementary school as an aide until you finish your degree here?” Your father’s voice is kinder than your mother’s but not any less incessant.

“I don’t- I think I’m done. I can’t afford it.”

Your mother shifts into the table, closer to you and suddenly you feel put off by this proximity. “Well, that’s fine. You can get a job here, we will help pay for medical expenses and the baby’s care. If-” she starts, grabbing one of your hands with both of hers, they’re warm. “If you don’t want this baby after you give birth- that’s fine. I’ll accept full legal guardianship, no questions asked. But please, don’t rob us of a grandchild. Don’t be this person. You always loved kids, that’s why you went into early education.” She pauses, looking across the table to your father with tears in her eyes. “But give yourself the chance to look at your baby and make that decision.”

You chuckle, a tear falling from your eyes. “Yeah mom, but what if the eyes looking back at me are his?”

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[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day 17. Blood and Flesh.

CW: TW! Recurrent pregnancy loss. TW!Abortion. TW!Bleeding

Maddie: Jack, we need to talk. I know this is gonna sound crazy but I think Phantom, the ghost boy, is actually our son. And I’m sure Danny and Jazz know about it too.

What if we bring down on the Fentons the knowledge that they have ghost children without revealing Phantom’s identity?

Text+Chat+Memes=Prompt:

Of course Maddie wanted to have children. But…Not in college. She felt it was too soon. The lack of stable earnings and time were not conditions for growing a new person. She had nothing to give this potential child. Maddie did not hesitate long before deciding to have an abortion.

And for years, neither Jack nor Maddie have thought about this unplanned pregnancy.

Ectoplasm is toxic, obviously. But since ectology was only recently recognized by the scientific community, no one has ever fully analysed the effects of ectoplasm on the body.

When Maddie and Jack had the misfortune to become one of those couples experiencing recurrent pregnancy loss, they immediately suspected that the ectoplasm in their lab contributed to their reproductive difficulty. Put simply, death didn’t go with life.

They may not always have followed the lab’s safety rules perfectly, but is that why one of their first works will be exposing a teratogenic effect of ectoplasm? What if they’ve lost their only chance to be biological parents?

What a cruel price to pay for the work of life. Jack and Maddie so dreamed of their little happiness. Do they have to forget about it?

No, the Fentons don’t give up that easily!

They may have to spend a few years doing only theoretical work, but they’ll try again.

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Ectoplasm is toxic. Tests, hopes…and a few miscarriages too.

Jazz was a miracle. Fenton family literally didn’t get out of hospitals to look after her health.

Danny was an even bigger miracle, because they didn’t have any hope of having a second child. Maddie and Jack didn’t even plan this pregnancy. Danny was born premature, with signs of hypoxia... but alive. His potential twin was not so lucky. Single intrauterine fetal death (sIUFD).

Right. Death still followed them. Of course, parents didn’t tell Jazz and Danny that they might have had another brother. It was their grief. Children had no reason to know about it.

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"You filthy ghost!" Maddie stopped to rest after a chase for elder Phantom.

"Exhausted?" Dan was flying at a safe distance from her. "Maybe it’s time to retire, Maddie? A little exercise never stopped you before." The ghost was clearly making fun of her.

"Not going to happen, I’ll do it until I die if Amity Park need it. And my son will be here to stop you instead of me after me or Jack."

The smile on Ghost’s face faded immediately. "I hope he die first." The ghost whispered in a hoarse voice."It's best for everyone."

"What did you say?" Maddie rose up in anger, pointing her weapon at it.

"Has any thought crossed your mind about what happens to your children if anything happens to you? Go out every day and yell like idiots, attracting all the ghosts around." An ectoblast is blowing right up against her temple and crashing into the wall. The ghost frowned and turned away. "Did you ever think that Danny wouldn’t want to live without you? Did you think that he would be hurt if he had to lose you? No! Is it always about your stupid desires and ambitions, Mom."

For a moment Maddie thought he it was looking at her like it had seen a ghost, which was obviously just ridiculous. Maddie wanted to laugh about it, but somehow she couldn’t. Why would the ghost trying to fake human emotion care to hide the tears that gather in the corners of its eyes?

Maddie tried to get it out of her head. Anyway, it’s not that important. Phantoms have always been atypical. She’ll come home, take a warm shower, and tell Danny how much she loves him.

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Maddie: My son is a strong boy and Dan: He’s weak! He’s a freak! He can’t handle it, Mom!

Maddie had long pondered this theory since the day Jack admitted that Phantom had misspoke during the fight and called him his father but she had never experienced it before. Or maybe she wasn’t paying attention.

Maddie: Hey, Phantom, just a question, how old are you? Dan: Why are you changing the subject? Twenty-four, twenty-five… Hell, I don’t remember. Stopped counting after 17, nobody cares anyway. And her first months dating Jack were 24 years ago. Right. The eyebrows, the shape of eyes and the height is all from Jack. The waist and the side eye from her. Theoretically. Still need more proof.

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Dan: Is this all your frail human form can do?

Maddie walked past the Casper High playground when she saw a ghost flying around. It was one of the new ones. The Phantom’s full-grown specimen. More dangerous. And totally unpredictable. Maddie squeezed the gun harder. Her theories are just theories and she can’t have such a dangerous spirit near the school, near her children.

Danny: Shut up and give me my bottle of water, asshole.

This voice. Maddie stopped in shock. What’s her boy doing so close to a ghost? He’s always so terrified of them.

Dan: No pull-ups, no water. You need muscles. Without them you’re gonna look like a worm if you’re gonna grow up to be taller than Jack as I am.

Danny: Just so you know, you’re a terrible big brother and I hate you.

Dan: Well, that just means I’m doing a good job.

Danny: When Mom asks who destroyed the furniture in Vlad’s house I’m pointing at you. A little run around town will be good for you. And as they say, Older siblings are like your parents' personal science fair. They're a bunch of experiments.

Dan: ...Just so you know, it sounded completely insane. Terrible. Good job, but don’t go near Dani with those jokes. Jazz will kill us both for setting a bad example. Danny: Bad example? Since when has a good sense of humor become a bad example? Dan: Shut up. Drink water and go to the shower. Jazz is gonna kick my ass if you die of overheating.

Danny: Huh, afraid of one know-it-all? When dad chased you with a bazooka, you didn’t seem scared.

Dan: Сome on, dad has a lot of strengths, yeah, but the ability to aim isn't one of them. And not

Dani: driving a car?

Danny: Right. Wait, how long have you been eavesdropping? Dani: Long enough to blackmail you both. Сomputer’s mine for the rest of the week. Dan and Danny: Shit.

~~~~~

The Invisobill. or Phantom. Ha. Danny Fenton…Danny Phantom. Weston boy said crazy things. Yeah. But what if he was only partially wrong? Everything except the color of its eyes and hair is so much like Danny's. If this were typical manipulation from a ghost hoping to shake the desire of ghost hunters to chase a creature similar to their child, he would have had to give it up months ago. But phantom did not change his disguise. This is his true form. What about ghost girl and older ghost? They are also so young.

Maddie could not sleep. In her head struggled scientist and woman weighed down by feelings of guilt and shame. She was tormented by philosophical problems and religious issues. No, Maddie, not even a neural tube is formed at that time. It was just a collection of cells. It’s not a person. It doesn’t feel pain. And ghosts do not too. Right? Is it even acceptable to compare such things? Is it possible that a ghost is not the remnant of negative human emotions and memories? What is responsible for its formation then? What is the purpose of such a ghost? And more importantly, how long have these ghosts been near and they did not notice? Has the portal become a source of energy necessary for their existence in the physical plane? Or is it only they who have not seen them?

So painful. It’s so unpleasant to think about what monsters they look like to their dear Danny and Jazz. Ghosts or not, she threatened creatures who might have been part of their family in front of her babies. God, naive teens must think that three Phantoms are their siblings or something. Of course! That explains the disappearance of fenton thermos and the way the Phantoms sneak into the portal and Danny’s always somewhere in trouble and…Oh my God, they could be in so much danger! How long has this been going on? No, the real question is..Hm, if this is going on for so long, why haven’t the ghosts done anything…evil? If their nature is in the destruction then why didn’t anything happen? Jack and she would never have missed something that would hurt their children.

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The fight between the Skulker and Invisobill was particularly fierce this time. Maddie was unlucky to be in one of the damaged buildings. But who is she if not a scientist? She will find a way to benefit in such a situation.

Unnecessary risk, completely unprofessional. But… The debris of the wall does not lie on her very tightly and the weapon still with Maddie. Yeah. She has to test her theory. She has to. She can get up and leave if she needs to. Right? A little dizziness never killed anyone. She just feels cold and sounds are strange. Maddie: Help. Help! Someone! M-Maddie? An insecure voice with an echo sounds. Yes, it's near. Maddie: Help! I can’t.. I can’t get up. T-Hard to breathe. Danny: Mum! Mama, hold on, I’m coming.

Phantom checks her pupillary reflex. Who taught him that? Jazz? The touch of his hand, so cold and shaky. Now Maddie really doesn't feel so good. It’s good that the ghost is her boy. She doesn’t have to worry about anything happening to people around. Neither he nor Danny know how to lie. She can breathe. Just cover her eyes for a moment and… Just a few seconds. Phantom:Jazz, Jazz! Call an ambulance. I don’t know what to do. I..I can’t just make mum intangible. What if she has a crush syndrome and I make it worse or… Her boy. Why is Danny so scared? Danny: Tucker, she is bleeding and she’s not responding to me and… Sshh, my little star, is all right. Mom just needs to lie down and rest a little.

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Maddie could not believe that she had actually passed out. But the time spent in the hospital gave her enough time to think about everything.

Maddie: Jack, we need to talk. I know this is gonna sound crazy but I think Phantom, the ghost boy, is actually our son. And I’m sure Danny and Jazz know about it too.

Jack: Honey, are you sure we don’t need to double-check if you have a concussion?

~~~~~~

Maddie and Jack decide to watch surveillance videos for the first time. After all, it concerns the safety of their children, they have the right to know what happens in the house in their absence. Especially when the ghosts are nearby. Children *live in their own sitcom*:

They have seen enough. Maddie decides to check chats on Jazz’s phone. It’s for their safety, only. She’s a good mother but what if the ghosts are up to something?

The chat was so..Teenage? And Chaotic. Normal? No, definitely not. How many times have they punished Danny unfairly? Did Jazz learn to lie and they didn’t even notice? And what the hell, why were they joking about dissection. It’s just awful. They need to talk immediately. No, it will look suspicious. They need to try to make contact with ghosts. And then they’ll all be grounded. All five.

Oh, and she thought two kids were a lot of work. How are they gonna handle three more with the bizarre biology ectology? Do they have hobbies, interests? They are definitely more complicated than theblob-ghosts. Was she wrong? Do they have emotions, a need for socialization? Can she trust her emotions in this matter?

~~~~Bonus~~~~

"What the hell happened to freak’s neck?!"

Danny: Um, excuse me, ma'am, he’s been doing Hatha yoga in India for years. Practice opens up amazing flexibility in the joints! Right, brother?

Dan: Fuck off.

Ma'am: Don’t take me for an idiot! What about his skin color then? Jack: You have something against my son’s tan? Dan: I told you going shopping with me was a bad idea. Dani: If you didn’t scare everyone around, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Dan:...I didn’t even try to do it this time. Why is she meddling?!

~~~Bonus~~~~

Dan: Why am I only third? Dani: Because I have successfully stabbed Danny in the back when he did not expect it. With you he is always waiting for a trick. This makes me much more successful than you :)

[gravehags]

the potential of you and me

Pairing: Phantom x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: peeping tom behavior, masturbation, soft dom reader, phantom being a little freak (affectionate), not a lot of dialogue

Words: 1,701

Summary: It's not the first time he's watched you and he hopes it won't be the last.

a/n: listen sometimes people (me) are horny and love some light perversion. i just rewatched the boy and if you know you know. dedicated to @forest-rot

divider by @ghuleh-recs

He doesn’t mean to start doing it.

It just sort of…happens.

The first time it occurs is not long after he is summoned as he is walking down the hall, passing an open doorway when he hears noises. Silently, he creeps to the edge of the doorframe and looks in one of the seminar classrooms, where he sees two sisters of sin tangled together. The moans coming out of the both of them go straight to his cock and as he watches them lick into each other’s mouths, he gently presses the heel of his palm into his groin. The way it makes him feel is…jarring, and when a loud moan of his own comes unbidden from his lips, the sisters jump apart and look in his direction. Luckily he’s quick and quietly bolts back the other way, comically cupping the bulge in his pants.

The second time happens within the ghoul den. The smell in there has always been overwhelming for him, and when his pack members are in rut? The ghoulettes sequester themselves to their collective room to take care of each other, far too dangerous to be wandering the halls and some ghouls do the same, such as Rain and Mountain. Swiss on the other hand, with his easy toothy grin, is shameless about his. One evening Phantom hears whimpers and groans coming from the communal living area and immediately his cock stirs to attention. Getting up and creeping down the hallway he pokes his head around the corner and has to bite down on a gasp. Stretched out on the length of the couch, all lithe body and limbs, is Swiss. His sleep pants are pulled down over his hips and his eyes are shut as the long fingers on his right hand are wrapped around his cock. Phantom’s mouth waters as he watches the rhythmic stroking of Swiss’ hand - the way he takes the time to rub the head and spread the pre around the length. When the other ghoul brings his hand up to his mouth and spits in his palm, Phantom’s hand flies to his own cock, now leaking against his underwear. The way Swiss’ back arches and hips flex is hypnotic and, feeling bold, Phantom takes out his dick and mimics the taller ghoul’s movements. He nearly bites through his bottom lip as he stifles his moans at the new sensations, instead letting Swiss do the moaning for the both of them. If Swiss can hear the wet rocketing of Phantom’s hand around himself in the dark, he gives no indication as lazy streams of filth pour from his lips. Phantom comes first, hips stuttering into his hand as his spend shoots across the hardwood floor. He doesn’t stop rubbing himself though, not until Swiss paints his own chest with cum and licks the remainder off his fingers. The post-orgasmic haze Phantom comes down from doesn’t last long, as he’s filled with panic and scurries back down the hall to shut himself in his room. When Dewdrop comes out of his room the next morning he steps in the sticky remains of Phantom’s cum, cussing loudly. Phantom avoids all eyes that morning, but he swears he sees Swiss wink at him at one point.

And from there he’s lost. Any and every spare chance he gets he’s looking in windows, peeping through cracked doors, anything to chase that high. Ghouls, ghoulettes, siblings, it doesn’t matter he’ll watch anyone do anything. 

But his favorite is you.

He watches you all the time. And not just in…compromising moments. He likes to hide behind the stacks in the library to observe you sitting at a table and taking notes for rituals. The way your pretty hands flip through the pages of an old book and eyes focus on the text, brows furrowed. He likes to watch you in the dining hall, laughing and talking to friends while eating. He watches you curled in bed, fast asleep on your side and breathing deep as he sits silently perched in the chair opposite your bed.

He likes when you shower best.

You always leave the door open, he likes to think you do it for him, and you let the steam build up in the small room. When you slowly begin to strip your habit off, he sighs into your empty bedroom, the sound drowned out by the flow of the water. You’re still in your underwear, checking the temperature, and he’s already half hard. He’s seen many people nude by now with his new fixation but the curve of your hips and belly (so soft, he thinks, you must be so soft) draws his eyes and inch by inch his gaze travels your body. When you finally slip out of your underwear, he can’t help the whimper that escapes him as you delicately step into the powerful stream. You’re washing your hair tonight, he knows this, and delights in the way the soaked strands cling to your shoulders and back. His eyes follow your hands as you dole out your shampoo and scrub it into your scalp, head tilted back so he can see the pretty line of your neck. You diligently complete your hair routine and reach for a small purple loofah and your body wash (rose and lemon, he would recognize the smell of you anywhere), pouring a generous amount out. It’s when you begin to move the sponge over your skin, suds forming, his mouth goes dry. The way the soap sheens on your skin, the tender, slow attention you pay to your breasts and the way the droplets slide down them has his hand palming the bulge in his pants. You’re thorough in your scrubbing, and he lets out a gasp when you reach between your legs. He panics for a moment when he realizes you’re now washing all the soap off of you - he hasn’t had enough time. But you linger under the water for a moment as he tentatively frees his cock and spits into his hand, just like Swiss taught him. When your fingers trail slowly, sensuously up the swell of your hip, across your stomach to tap along your sternum, his stomach does a backflip. He knows exactly what you’re doing tonight.

He can hear a soft hum, even over the din of the shower as you toy your nipples to hardness, biting down on your lower lip. His hand slowly slides over his cock to match your unhurried pace. You look so beautiful like this, so raw and open for him with your head tipped back, it makes him lightheaded. When you pinch at them, with surprisingly hardness, your hips buck forward and his do the same. Slowly your fingers creep back down your body to slip through the hair at the juncture of your thighs and move along your slit. He pauses for a moment, worried that the sound of his heavy breathing and equally heavy moans will be detected, but you don’t hesitate. The noise that comes out of you when you run your fingers against your clit makes him collapse against the doorframe, hand pressing against the head of him. Your touches are firm and just a little bit frantic as your body twitches and spine bends underneath your ministrations. He’s trying his best to keep his pre from dripping onto your bedroom floor, but part of him wants it to happen - to leave a piece of him with you. His concentration is blown as a long, low moan echoes in the bathroom and he gasps as he watches you sink two fingers inside your cunt.

“Fuck yes,” you groan and his cock twitches in his fist, “so good, mmm I love your hands.”

You could be talking about anyone - a sibling, a Papa, another ghoul - but he doesn’t care. In his head it’s him you’re thinking about as you fuck yourself at a steady pace and he does the same. Your moans are getting higher, louder and he knows you’re close so he thrusts into his fist at a faster rate. He can see the slick on your fingers, can smell you, and it makes him grunt and growl. 

“C’mon baby,” he hisses, “please, please, please. I need it.”

When you come around your fingers, crying out, and your body bows to the pressure of your orgasm, his hips jolt forward and just like that second night watching Swiss, he cums in ropes along your floor. He should be filled with panic as his hips continue flexing into his fist, wanting more, but he has barely realized you’ve turned the shower off and stepped out. When the door opens and you see him doubled over on himself, softening cock in hand you…laugh?

“Made a mess of my floor, huh?” you purr, adjusting the towel wrapped around you. He’s speechless, still holding himself with eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, finally coming to his senses and frantically tucking himself away. For the first time he’s filled with immense embarrassment at finally being caught but you just look at him with a sweet smile on your face.

“Don’t worry, you can clean it up,” you say, “I’ll watch. And then you can tell me how long you’ve been watching me, hmm?”

“I–I haven’t–”

“Did you think I didn’t see you in my bedroom the other night?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re quiet but not that quiet. Lucky for you I like it.”

The flush that spreads over his cheeks is ridiculous and you giggle, tapping your foot next to the offending spots on the floor.

“Come on, filthy boy. Hands and knees, put that tongue to work. I want to see that floor shine. And don’t get back up until I tell you.”

With that, you unwrap the towel from your body and neatly toss it in the hamper as he lowers himself to the floor. Staring at your feet, he tentatively wraps his hand around your ankle and slides it up your calf. When he looks up at you, eyes filled with wonder and desire, you smile down at him, stroking his hair. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to the floor and with a tentative lick, begins to scoop up his seed.

“Right where you belong,” you hum.

Right where I belong, he thinks, the salt of his release tangy in the back of his throat.

Right where I belong.

[mothwingwritings]

R & Y for baki please <3 it can be mixed

Thank yooou! Here's some love for our titular boy loool <3

Warnings: Mentions of confinement, being held against your will, and one sided affection

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

In moments of lucidity, Baki would feel very guilty. What right did he have to pluck you up off the street and hold you against your will? He’s forced you into confinement like you were some kind of criminal, turning your life upside down. It was selfish, it was cruel, and it robbed you of everything and everyone you loved in your life. He was your world now, and even though he earnestly felt that was for the best and knew he loved you more than any other human possibly could, he also knew how lonely this confinement made you. Every time he saw that sad look in your eyes, your body slumped over in dejection and fear as you sat in the corner of his barren room refusing to speak with him, it broke his heart. You were his shining, vibrant, brilliant love and he alone had made you lose your luster.

Deep down he knew he just was chasing after a phantom feeling of affection, the dream of having a loving and doting partner by his side spurring him to do something outrageous. He was disappointed in himself, disgusted for having betrayed your trust. Any positive bond he had formed with you was certainly destroyed at this point, any actual love you felt for him has gone clear out the window. When he gets into these guilt-ridden spirals he wonders if it was all worth it, if potentially demolishing the once natural attachment you shared with him was something that was truly necessary or desired by him. It eats him up more than he will ever let on, he never wanted to be the villain in your life.

However, it’s only a matter of time before he reverts to his default mindset and realizes that there is no reason to be beating himself up over all this. You may be upset or momentarily hurt, but in the end he did this for your own benefit. He is protecting you and providing for you in ways no one else can, he’ll never let any misfortune befall you as long as you are at his side. True, maybe his home isn’t the most spacious or as clean as it could be, but its world’s better then leaving you to fend for yourself on the outside. He’ll always strive to make your life better, even if you can’t necessarily see that that’s what is happening.

He loves you with all that he is, so even if it hurts or confuses you in the process, it will all be worth it in the end. When you finally realize how well off you are none of the grievances of the present will matter any longer. Your future with him is bright and full of happiness, how can it not be when he is pouring so much of himself into providing you an ideal life?

He just has to keep telling himself that until that day arrives.

As far as letting you go, I think after a lot of time and discussion Baki would be willing to let you go once he truly understands it’s in your best interest. When it comes down to it, he really does love you and want your happiness, so after an extended amount of time if his methods continue to not work, or make you actively worse, he will bite the bullet and do what’s best for you. It will be the hardest choice he has ever had to make, but he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you lost yourself entirely due to his greed and infatuation. He’ll always cling on to hope though, saving himself for you so that one day in the future you may come back ready to give him another chance, this time of your own accord.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Your relationship with Baki actually starts off pretty normal. You met, became good acquaintances, which led to friendship and then blossomed into him becoming one of your best friends. At some point in that time frame, it struck him that while he loved your companionship and affection as his close confidant and buddy, he wanted, or rather needed something much more than that with you.

Baki is a pretty patient person, but the moment he realizes his feelings for you run deeper than just mere friendship, it’s over.  The second he comes to terms with just how deeply he cares for you he becomes obsessed with making you aware of it, unable to contain his unbridled excitement over the revelation. It’s all so exhilarating and intoxicating, and he just knows the instant he tells you you’ll be thrilled too. He loves you so deeply, so fully, how did he not realize this sooner? You two are meant to be together, literally made for each other, he was blind not to see what was before him! You were veritable soul mates, and that thought flooded his chest with butterflies, made his stomach do flips. Maybe he was the only one out of the loop, he wondered if you had long since realized this and were just patiently waiting for Baki to make a move? How embarrassing, he’ll have to make it up tenfold as soon as he sees you.

So he rushes to you and wastes no time confessing, ardent feelings gushing from within him as he bares his heart for you in a torrent of flowery words, barely able to catch his breath as he goes on and on, making sure to leave nothing unsaid. He’s expecting you to respond with a smile, or maybe even happy tears or an embarrassed little blush, but you just… stare at him. There’s no pleased grin that lights up your face, no playful chiding over how long it took him to catch on and confess, no enveloping hug as you leap into his arms in sheer joy. You just looked at him blankly until you eventually avert your gaze, awkwardly focusing anywhere but him as you apologize, telling him you only saw him as your dear friend and nothing more.

Oh.

THIS is the only time he truly pines.

He tried to accept it, really he did, but damned if it wasn’t hard. And things were so… weird after his confession. You kept your distance, dodging any physical contact Baki tried to give you. You didn’t smile at him like you used to, or joke around with him till the wee hours of the morning. You always loved his hugs, but now you shrank away from them, denying him the pleasure of feeling your warm, inviting body against his own. And as more time passed, he saw less and less of you overall, his hang out requests always responded to with convenient flimsy excuses.

He ached for you. His body, his soul, every part of him yearned for you, desperately craving your attention and affection. Your absence was profound and painful and after a solid three weeks had passed without any response to him or you reaching out once, he knew he had to take matters into his own hands.

Baki didn’t blame you for your behavior. How he went about his confession was all wrong, and in the end, it ended up unnerving you a bit. He just got too excited and worked up over the thought of becoming official with you, but he realized now how he was far too eager in his execution. Just like how your bond formed originally, you needed time to get used to him not just as Baki your friend, but Baki your lover. And the best way to do that was to give you plenty of time alone together, with no outside distractions to interrupt you.

He spent a long time getting his home ready for your arrival. Your favorite snacks filled his pantry, a new toothbrush ready and waiting for you in the bathroom. He even bought you some new clothes he knows will look adorable on you (as well as some underwear/lingerie he’s very much looking forward to seeing you in) and some books/magazines/games to keep you entertained. It’s going to be great-just the two of you hanging out, getting to know each other in a whole new light, which will grant you the time to realize your true feelings. Spending so much time together in such close corners is a sure fire way to ignite the flames of passion within you, right? There’s no way your dormant feelings of love won’t be aroused by your new living situation.

Just thinking about it was getting him excited all over again.

[thetypingpup]

Imagine an evening with phantom!xiaojun, sharing wine as the tension builds between you. It starts off with noticing the little things. The sharp edge of his clawed finger tracing the line of your jaw, the subtly with which he lifts your chin to gaze into his eyes, the smoky depth of night framing his icy stare. Your eyes trail down to trace the shape of his lips, following the prominent curve of his cupid’s bow before noting the plush pink swell of his lips, and your own lips part on their own accord. He notices this with a smirk, tilting his head almost coquettishly, letting his silver hair fall to one side of his face.

“What are you thinking about, ma chérie?” He hums, the smooth, low timbre bringing a smile to your lips. You take a sip from the wine glass you’re barely clutching, the sweet liquor instantly elevating the heightened happiness you feel.

“You, of course.” A giggle gives a lilt to your words, your lips pressing against the curve of the glass. 

He leans in, close enough to almost taste the sweet wine on your lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, getting involved with someone like me. You know that right?”

“I know exactly what I’m getting into, and I want it, all of it.” You steel your gaze and peer up at him, “I want you.”

A growl rises in his throat and rumbles warmly in his chest. He presses a quick kiss to your lips, just enough to be chaste, showing you just how much he’s holding himself back in this moment. “My dear, I would ravage you right against this table if you let me, just completely fucking ruin you.”

“I want you to.” You quickly lean in, murmuring against his lips, “I want you to take me, completely. Unleash that pent up lust.”

And he doesn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing you by the waist, he helps you onto the table, and by the time you realize your back has met the tablecloth, he’s kissing you fervently, already spreading your legs and slotting yourself between them.

Surprisingly, the moments slow as the tension fervently builds. His every touch, every caress, every kiss, feels like it’s been elongated by a few moments. Is he doing that? Whatever the case, you don’t want him to stop. His lips taste like the wine he had, the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter to form the enticing tang that has you chasing his mouth for more. He grants you more easily, sliding his tongue against yours with the clear intent to devour you. Fuck, you want him so bad, and you’re over the moon that he wants you just as bad. The fact that this otherworldly apparition is so intent on having you, that he found you so enticing he just has to fuck you right here and now, has your heart hammering in your chest.

And fuck, he feels good when he finally starts fucking you. He takes you roughly, just like you’ve been craving, just like he’s been thinking about from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s been wanting to completely consume you since the first encounter, and now that he’s had his chance, he’s going to feast on you until he’s had his fill. Your cries only spur him on, making him fuck you harder. His cock feels perfect inside you, sliding in and out with ease, stretching you open just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that has you ascending. Your hands scramble for purchase over the table cloth before he grabs your wrists, pinning your wrists down by your head. He growls and grunts as he fucks you, his sounds guttural to the point of sounding like carnal snarls. His true monstrous nature comes forth, the long table shaking with each thrust, dishes rattling and falling to the floor in a clamor of broken glass. His fingers take on the form of sharp silver claws, the metal pressed against your wrists to keep you in place. His hair flows, curtaining the fucked out expression on his face. Even as he gets more lost to pleasure, he stares down at you intently, the blue-gray hue of his eyes all but piercing your very being.

You cum hard around him, arching and bucking up against him. The pleasure is so overwhelming it’s almost numbing, and he takes you through wave after wave of release with his thrusts. Your mind reels, spiraling far above the stratosphere, your entire body alight with the most intense ecstasy you’ve ever felt. He keeps fucking you as you scream and cry in bliss, the way your body writhes for him spurring him on to his own end. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, he cums deep inside you, growling and dragging you toward him with a harsh grasp on your thigh.

Your head is still spinning as you come down, your vision spiraling ever so slightly when you open your eyes. When your line of sight straightens, the first thing you see is him smirking down at you, and the first thing you hear is his smug question, “Still with me, ma chérie?”

You nod, and any words you were thinking of saying bubble from your lips in the form of light giggles. He cradles your face with one hand, his smile softening as he tells you, “Good, because I’m nowhere near done claiming you yet. You’ll be singing for me all night.”

Imagine an evening with phantom!xiaojun, sharing wine as the tension builds between you. It starts off with noticing the little things. The sharp edge of his clawed finger tracing the line of your jaw, the subtly with which he lifts your chin to gaze into his eyes, the smoky depth of night framing his icy stare. Your eyes trail down to trace the shape of his lips, following the prominent curve of his cupid’s bow before noting the plush pink swell of his lips, and your own lips part on their own accord. He notices this with a smirk, tilting his head almost coquettishly, letting his silver hair fall to one side of his face.

“What are you thinking about, ma chérie?” He hums, the smooth, low timbre bringing a smile to your lips. You take a sip from the wine glass you’re barely clutching, the sweet liquor instantly elevating the heightened happiness you feel.

“You, of course.” A giggle gives a lilt to your words, your lips pressing against the curve of the glass. 

He leans in, close enough to almost taste the sweet wine on your lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, getting involved with someone like me. You know that right?”

“I know exactly what I’m getting into, and I want it, all of it.” You steel your gaze and peer at him over the rum of your glass, “I want you.”

A growl rises in his throat and rumbles warmly in his chest. He presses a quick kiss to your lips, just enough to be chaste, showing you just how much he’s holding himself back in this moment. “My dear, I would ravage you right against this table if you let me, just completely fucking ruin you.”

“I want you to.” You quickly lean in, murmuring against his lips, “I want you to take me, completely. Unleash that pent up lust.”

And he doesn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing you by the waist, he helps you onto the table, and by the time you realize your back has met the tablecloth, he’s kissing you fervently, already spreading your legs and slotting yourself between them.

Surprisingly, the moments slow as the tension fervently builds. His every touch, every caress, every kiss, feels like it’s been elongated by a few moments. Is he doing that? Whatever the case, you don’t want him to stop. His lips taste like the wine he had, the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter to form the enticing tang that has you chasing his mouth for more. He grants you more easily, sliding his tongue against yours with the clear intent to devour you. Fuck, you want him so bad, and you’re over the moon that he wants you just as bad. The fact that this otherworldly apparition is so intent on having you, that he found you so enticing he just has to fuck you right here and now, has your heart hammering in your chest.

And fuck, he feels good when he finally starts fucking you. He takes you roughly, just like you’ve been craving, just like he’s been thinking about from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s been wanting to completely consume you since the first encounter, and now that he’s had his chance, he’s going to feast on you until he’s had his fill. Your cries only spur him on, making him fuck you harder. His cock feels perfect inside you, sliding in and out with ease, stretching you open just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that has you ascending. Your hands scramble for purchase over the table cloth before he grabs your wrists, pinning your wrists down by your head. He growls and grunts as he fucks you, his sounds guttural to the point of sounding like carnal snarls. His true monstrous nature comes forth, the long table shaking with each thrust, dishes rattling and falling to the floor in a clamor of broken glass. His fingers take on the form of sharp silver claws, the metal pressed against your wrists to keep you in place. His hair flows, curtaining the fucked out expression on his face. Even as he gets more lost to pleasure, he stares down at you intently, the blue-gray hue of his eyes all but piercing your very being.

You cum hard around him, arching and bucking up against him. The pleasure is so overwhelming it’s almost numbing, and he takes you through wave after wave of release with his thrusts. Your mind reels, spiraling far above the stratosphere, your entire body alight with the most intense ecstasy you’ve ever felt. He keeps fucking you as you scream and cry in bliss, the way your body writhes for him spurring him on to his own end. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, he cums deep inside you, growling and dragging you toward him with a harsh grasp on your thigh.

Your head is still spinning as you come down, your vision spiraling ever so slightly when you open your eyes. When your line of sight straightens, the first thing you see is him smirking down at you, and the first thing you hear is his smug question, “Still with me, ma chérie?”

You nod, and any words you were thinking of saying bubble from your lips in the form of light giggles. He cradles your face with one hand, his smile softening as he tells you, “Good, because I’m nowhere near done claiming you yet. You’ll be singing for me all night.”

Imagine an evening with phantom!xiaojun, sharing wine as the tension builds between you. It starts off with noticing the little things. The sharp edge of his clawed finger tracing the line of your jaw, the subtly with which he lifts your chin to gaze into his eyes, the smoky depth of night framing his icy stare. Your eyes trail down to trace the shape of his lips, following the prominent curve of his cupid’s bow before noting the plush pink swell of his lips, and your own lips part on their own accord. He notices this with a smirk, tilting his head almost coquettishly, letting his silver hair fall to one side of his face.

“What are you thinking about, ma chérie?” He hums, the smooth, low timbre bringing a smile to your lips. You take a sip from the wine glass you’re barely clutching, the sweet liquor instantly elevating the heightened happiness you feel.

“You, of course.” A giggle gives a lilt to your words, your lips pressing against the curve of the glass. 

He leans in, close enough to almost taste the sweet wine on your lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, getting involved with someone like me. You know that right?”

“I know exactly what I’m getting into, and I want it, all of it.” You steel your gaze and peer up at him, “I want you.”

A growl rises in his throat and rumbles warmly in his chest. He presses a quick kiss to your lips, just enough to be chaste, showing you just how much he’s holding himself back in this moment. “My dear, I would ravage you right against this table if you let me, just completely fucking ruin you.”

“I want you to.” You quickly lean in, murmuring against his lips, “I want you to take me, completely. Unleash that pent up lust.”

And he doesn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing you by the waist, he helps you onto the table, and by the time you realize your back has met the tablecloth, he’s kissing you fervently, already spreading your legs and slotting yourself between them.

Surprisingly, the moments slow as the tension fervently builds. His every touch, every caress, every kiss, makes time feel like it’s been elongated by a few moments. Is he doing that? Whatever the case, you don’t want him to stop. His lips taste like the wine you shared, the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter to form the enticing tang that has you chasing his mouth for more. He grants you more easily, sliding his tongue against yours with the clear intent to devour you.

You want him so bad, you don't care how desperate or depraved you sound. Right now, you’re over the moon that he wants you just as bad as you want him. The fact that this otherworldly apparition is so intent on having you, that he found you so enticing he just has to fuck you right here and now, has your heart hammering in your chest.

And fuck, he feels good when he finally starts fucking you. He takes you roughly, just like you’ve been craving, just like he’s been thinking about from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s been wanting to completely consume you since the first encounter, and now that he’s had his chance, he’s going to feast on you until he’s had his fill. Your cries only spur him on, making him fuck you harder. His cock feels perfect inside you, sliding in and out with ease, stretching you open just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that has you ascending. Your hands scramble for purchase over the table cloth before he grabs your wrists, pinning your wrists down by your head. He growls and grunts as he fucks you, his sounds guttural to the point of sounding like carnal snarls. His true monstrous nature comes forth, the long table shaking with each thrust, dishes rattling and falling to the floor in a clamor of broken glass. His fingers take on the form of sharp silver claws, the metal pressed against your wrists to keep you in place. His hair flows, curtaining the fucked out expression on his face. Even as he gets more lost to pleasure, he stares down at you intently, the blue-gray hue of his eyes all but piercing your very being.

You cum hard around him, arching and bucking up against him. The pleasure is so overwhelming it’s almost numbing, and he takes you through wave after wave of release with his thrusts. Your mind reels, spiraling far above the stratosphere, your entire body alight with the most intense ecstasy you’ve ever felt. He keeps fucking you as you scream and cry in bliss, the way your body writhes for him spurring him on to his own end. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, he cums deep inside you, growling and dragging you toward him with a harsh grasp on your thigh.

Your head is still spinning as you come down, your vision spiraling ever so slightly when you open your eyes. When your line of sight straightens, the first thing you see is him smirking down at you, and the first thing you hear is his smug question, “Still with me, ma chérie?”

You nod, and any words you were thinking of saying bubble from your lips in the form of light giggles. He cradles your face with one hand, his smile softening as he tells you, “Good, because I’m nowhere near done claiming you yet. You’ll be singing for me all night.”

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could help me find a certain genre of fics?

I got an ask a bit ago asking me if I had any good recs for fics that tackle the consequences of beating up/killing Frisk, specifically in a pacifist run (not genocide) because I write a fic about the topic myself! (For context, I write Heart on the Table:)

Heart on the Table

Summary:

Papyrus hadn't been worried! ...Well. Maybe he had been, just a bit. It'd been a while since anyone had heard from the human. So he'd called to check on them. But when a conversation revealed just how young they were, he realized things had to change. They were all on their own down here. And... They had nowhere to go.

Well! If there was no one else to take care of the babybones, he would just have to do it himself!

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Sans was trying to get through life—trying to ignore the apathy that had settled over him for Papyrus’s sake. It was just so hard to care about anything when he knew none of it mattered. But when Papyrus had him bring the anomaly home like a lost puppy, things stopped adding up.

How could such a sweet kid be responsible for the relentless time loops?

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Frisk was used to being on their own, and they were normally pretty great at taking care of themself. But—Well. ...Dying hurt. They just wanted to get back to the surface! With Undyne in the way, they were hopeless. But when a phone call from Papyrus somehow ended with an offer for them to crash at his house, Frisk was just relieved for the break.

They could afford to rest for a while, couldn’t they?

The thing is, I wrote the fic BECAUSE I couldn’t find many like it! I have two fics I’ve found so far (though I haven’t gotten a chance to read them yet myself) which are:

Choreographed

VerdanaWebster20X

Summary:

If there is one thing Frisk was proud of, it was their poker face.

It didn’t matter the situation, whether they were playing in the pretty autumn leaves in their back yard or getting chased at by bigoted fish monsters. Their face would remain blank.

Phantom Pain

The_Literary_Scrub

Summary:

No, you decide. They can’t know, they won’t know. You can put on a smile, if there was one thing you learned how to do in the underground it was how to smile through pain.

You don’t want them to remember…

But they do.

Again, I haven’t read these last two yet, but I think they’re the vibe the person is asking for. I was wondering if you knew of any other pacifist fics that tackle the consequences of the events of the underground on Frisk?

Thanks so much!!!

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendations! The fics being recommended are…

Heart on the Table by Floofanflur (Not Rated, Incomplete)

Papyrus hadn't been worried! ...Well. Maybe he had been, just a bit. It'd been a while since anyone had heard from the human. So he'd called to check on them. But when a conversation revealed just how young they were, he realized things had to change. They were all on their own down here. And... They had nowhere to go. Well! If there was no one else to take care of the babybones, he would just have to do it himself! — Sans was trying to get through life—trying to ignore the apathy that had settled over him for Papyrus’s sake. It was just so hard to care about anything when he knew none of it mattered. But when Papyrus had him bring the anomaly home like a lost puppy, things stopped adding up. How could such a sweet kid be responsible for the relentless time loops? — Frisk was used to being on their own, and they were normally pretty great at taking care of themself. But—Well. ...Dying hurt. They just wanted to get back to the surface! With Undyne in the way, they were hopeless. But when a phone call from Papyrus somehow ended with an offer for them to crash at his house, Frisk was just relieved for the break. They could afford to rest for a while, couldn’t they?

Choreographed by VerdanaWebster20X (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

If there is one thing Frisk was proud of, it was their poker face. It didn’t matter the situation, whether they were playing in the pretty autumn leaves in their back yard or getting chased at by bigoted fish monsters. Their face would remain blank.

Phantom Pain by The_Literary_Scrub (Mature, Complete)

No, you decide. They can’t know, they won’t know. You can put on a smile, if there was one thing you learned how to do in the underground it was how to smile through pain. You don’t want them to remember… But they do.

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being a legend in Gondolin

(This was born after reading The Fall of Gondolin. Pretty good book, but god Tolkien had an intense love for describing nature and everything)

Warnings: mentions of Nirnaeth, thralls, orcs, surviving harsh wilds, getting chased for three days without rest, wounds, violence, collapsing, Turgon being protective of his city, Tuor being a nice cousin, Maeglin being sus and reader being a bit shy.

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- You were known as the shadow, the ghost, the hidden enemy of Morgoth. No one knew who you were, nor have ever seen you. You were just as much of a phantom to the elves as to the orcs, who feared your wrath. 

- The elves of Gondolin learned about you through escapees, who had found their way to the secret path and spoke about a shadow, who had helped them escape from the orcs and the other servants of Morgoth. During their direst need, someone had sent arrows upon the enemy, killing them with incredible precision and causing the rest of them to flee in terror. 

- They never had the chance to thank their rescuer because their rescuer was long gone before they could even catch a glimpse of them. Those who did– described the shadow wearing dark robes, hiding their face like a walking phantom. They first believed the shadow was a wraith, taking their vengeance upon Morgoth’s servants if it was not for the arrows that were very real and clearly man-made. 

- The news baffled the elves of Gondolin as they couldn't think of anyone who would openly go against Morgoth, not after what happened in Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Most took the shadow as a madman since it was suicide to fight Morgoth alone, regardless of any skills they may possess. But when more escapees arrived at Gondolin, their views began to change.  

- Some brought more news about the shadow, like how the shadow would sometimes appear and leave food to the elves when their food supplies were running out or how the shadow would come to them and treat their wounds after a violent confrontation with orcs. 

- The shadow knew their language even though they didn’t talk much and would always leave without receiving thanks or goodbyes. It was thanks to them that most of the elves dared to venture to find the secret path and enter Gondolin for safety. 

- The elves of Gondolin began to find respect for the shadow and feel gratitude since most of the escapees were Noldoli and relatives they thought they had lost during the battle or to Morgoth’s slavery. 

- They felt assured the shadow was an enemy of Morgoth even though the shadow’s ambition to fight Morgoth still baffled them. They could only guess Morgoth had done something so horrible to this individual that they were determined to cause as much trouble for him as possible and create fear among his servants since they do not dare to linger in lands where the shadow might be hiding – out of fear they would become the shadow’s next prey. 

- They then gave you a nickname that meant Orc’s terror, but mostly, you were known as the shadow. In other nicknames, you were also known as the ghost. 

- The shadow’s identity had become a guessing game, especially among the lords of Gondolin, who made many guesses about the shadow’s past and who they were. 

- A son of a farmer who lost his family and land after the war. A former elven thrall, who in their hatred decided to rebel as a shadow. Or a woman who lost many things and decided to fight and care for the mistreated. 

- There were many guesses, which sounded reasonable or laughable, but none of them really sat right with them, so there was no solid guess on the shadow’s identity. The shadow was mostly known for their exceptional archery skills and their righteous mind to help escapees and those in trouble outside Gondolin’s mountains. 

- Some suggested they would try to find the shadow and invite them to live within Gondolin’s safe walls as they didn’t think shadow would last forever outside in Morgoth’s polluted lands. However, most rejected the idea since it would be too risky, and they knew very little of the shadow and where they could find them, but they would allow them to enter if shadow ever found their way to Gondolin. 

- After several months, the identity of the shadow was finally revealed when another group of escapees found their way to the secret path, and they brought someone else with them– you, the shadow itself. 

- They told them that Morgoth had learned about your whereabouts and sent an army of orcs to burn down the forests in an effort to sniff you out and capture you, only to be killed if you put on resistance and resistance you did. 

- For three days, you had run and used traps you had set up to fight back, only shooting arrows from the shadows upon chance till you had none left and had to retreat to another one of your safe places to retrieve more. 

- You succeeded in reducing the orc army to half while constantly chased and without rest, and it was on the last day when you used your final trap and collapsed from your injuries and exhaustion. 

- The elves who were nearby and hid in the shadows were quick to take you away before the enemy could find you and take you as their prisoner. You had helped them many times to hide from Morgoth’s eyes, so they felt they owed their help to you. 

- The elves of Gondolin were surprised by the news but decided to let the group enter and have your wounds treated. 

- You were not what they expected when they took your hood and robes away to clean your wounds. To their surprise, you were a human. Most of them had taken you for an elf since you knew their language and nearly had nonhuman skills. 

- Turgon and Tuor had a spark of recognition when they saw your face. To Turgon, you bore a resemblance to Hurin and had a suspicion that you were one of his children even though he knew the tragic passing of all of them. To Tuor, you resembled the strange man he had encountered with Voronwe. Despite their suspicions and desire for answers, they patiently waited for you to recover from the coma the battle had induced you in. 

- It took you a week to wake up, and when you did, you were startled to find yourself in an unfamiliar place and had put the nearest poor elf in a chokehold, demanding to know where you had been taken since your last memory was collapsing with the enemy on your tail. 

- Luckily, someone you knew was there to calm you down and explain what happened. When you heard you were not in the enemy’s territory or were in any danger, you apologized to the elf in your arms and released them before sitting down since your wounds were still aching. The elf was startled away and wasn’t seen around you after that. 

- Turgon and Tuor decided to come to see you after they heard the news of your sudden wake-up. Tuor was nearly excited since there weren’t a lot of humans in Gondolin. 

- You were calm and patient when they presented themselves and their questions. You were surprised to hear how highly respected you were in Gondolin. You never knew about the city’s location or its existence. And when Turgon asked for your name, you saw no reason to hide and introduced yourself as (Name) and your father as Hurin. 

- Turgon was surprised since he had heard what became of all of Hurin’s children, including his wife Morwen and Hurin himself, so he questioned you since you were told to be dead after you fell from a cliff during your escape from Dor-loming with your mother and sister. He felt reluctant to believe even if you did share a strong resemblance. 

- You confirmed what happened to be true but instead of dying, you survived the fall with broken bones. You were found by an elf, who nurtured you back to health and taught you the skills you had now. You decided to take the chance of being dead and become a shadow, being too late to intervene with your family’s fate. 

- Tuor questioned you about a dark-dressed man he had once encountered with Voronwe and if you had any relations to him. You confirmed the dark-dressed man to be your brother, Turin, who had fallen under the dragon’s enchantment after Nargothrond's fall. You knew of his coming to Dor-loming and killing the Easterling leader. However, he disappeared before you could catch up to him, and heard later he had died after defeating the golden serpent. 

- Turgon felt pity for your family’s fate and offered you to stay in Gondolin since you had cared for many of his kin – only that you remained in Gondolin and did not dare to leave since you now knew of its location. 

- You accepted the offer even though you don’t remember ever coming to Gondolin. You were brought by the elves when you collapsed during your chase. 

- You recovered under the healer’s care and began to settle when you were well enough to walk. However, despite being offered a high status due to your family, acts, and feats of defeating half of an orc army sent after you, you humbly declined and decided to join Tuor’s House of the Wing since he was your cousin and one of the only humans in the city. 

- Getting to know Tuor was a bit of a challenge since you did not often socialize with others while living in the wilderness, but listening him talk about his journey and life before Gondolin was delightful and you felt pity for those he had lost. Even he did not have an easy life since the Nirnaeth. It was perhaps an icebreaker that finally helped you two find something you can relate to. 

- Tuor was happy to help you settle and introduced you to his wife Idril and close friend Voronwe, who welcomed you with open arms. You were a bit shy to receive such a warm welcome, but you tried to express your gratitude, which did not go unnoticed. You were a bit teased, but you were comfortable. 

- Now came the challenging part as most lords of Gondolin were interested in meeting you, the infamous shadow. The problem was that you were not keen on meeting so many people so soon. 

- Glorfindel and Ecthelion, two well-known and loved elven lords were the first curious to meet you. Glorfindel was especially thrilled to meet you. He was nearly bright as the sun and his enthusiasm was rather overwhelming. But you did find him rather charming. 

- Ecthelion was calm and polite – he was interested in learning how you knew their language and how you managed to survive on your own for so long. Discussing with him was rather pleasant, so you didn’t mind sharing. 

- You were then greeted by Rog, who had taken many escapees and former thralls under his care. He was respectful toward you and grateful for how helpful you were toward those who couldn’t help themselves. 

- Duilin and Egalmoth were then curious to meet you as they had heard about your remarkable archery skills with your crossbow. 

- You were a bit shy to demonstrate any of your skills and protective of your weapon, but you didn't mind sharing how you managed to build your crossbow to shoot more than one arrow and attached a blade to it for close combat. 

- Your weapon impressed many, and your timid nature might have made you an easy target for teasing and such, but the elven lords never took it far to make it uncomfortable for you. 

- Sometimes, elves you had helped in the past came to greet you. You were surprised by the amount, and the sudden interactions did not help your social skills to improve. You were glad for Tuor to be there most of the time to help you. 

- Maeglin was one of the only ones who seemed less pleased by your presence in the city. You do not know why, but you had heard he was not very fond of Tuor, so maybe it was because you were his cousin. You had also heard that he once desired Idril's hand in marriage, which sounded weird because they were first cousins. 

- Whatever the reason, you made a habit of staying clear of him because he made you feel slightly uncomfortable with his looks and glares. 

- Living in Gondolin was peaceful, but soon you grew restless and decided to join the patrols around the mountains. You were familiar with the enemy's patterns and managed to make scouting much more efficient with your knowledge and skills. 

- Your ways made the elves curious since they were unusual, but they didn't complain since it made their jobs easier and helped them be less worried about spies and orcs hiding in sight. 

- After living in Gondolin for some time, you managed to make a few good friends and even gained feelings for someone. You and Tuor had become family in a way and you were there when Earendil was born. You became his honorary aunt/uncle. 

- You sincerely hoped Gondolin would last like so many claimed, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something terrible was going to happen in the future. It whispered of death and doom to your ears, and from that, you knew that the peace you have found in Gondolin will eventually-- come to an end.

[zahri-melitor]

My comments on the Extended Generational Sorting Algorithm:

Gosh there are some murky in-betweens here.

G-1 – JSA and teams like the All-Star Squadron and the Blackhawks. The WWII edition. This is occasionally merged with G0 as timelines shift, but includes Hippolyta, Ted Knight, Sandra Knight (as Phantom Lady), Alan Scott, Jay Garrick, etc. A lot of this cohort have aging issues and several have grandkids in G1 or G1.5. Zinda simultaneously belongs to this group and G1.5.

G0 – JSA, the gap between WWII and the first JLA. This is the younger JSA cohort who aren’t so tied to WWII and the gap after. Dinah Drake. Ted Grant. Johnny Quick. Giovanni Zatara. Walter Chase (the Acro-Bat). Bruce’s parents. The Kents. Jim Gordon. Etc.

G1 – JLA land! Bruce, Clark, Diana, Ollie, Barry, Hal, Arthur, etc. You know them. Your idea of a headlining JLA includes these folk.

G1.5 – Birds of Prey and JLI zone. Characters too old to be Titans cohort but younger/clearly different than the G1 headliners. Barbara Gordon and Dinah Lance are the stalwarts of this group, plus I’ll add Helena Bertinelli, Cameron Chase, Kate Spencer, Kendra, etc. I guess I’d probably put Harley Quinn, agewise, here too. Also would add Beatriz, Tora, Booster, Ted Kord, etc. Guy and Zatanna sort of bounce between here and G1 depending on storyline.

G2 – it’s the Titans! Dick, Donna, Wally, Roy, Garth, Victor, Gar, Kory, Raven etc. Their agebounds are probably Roy as the oldest and Gar as the youngest, though Gar’s given to them as a courtesy – he’s realistically a member of G2.5, he just hangs with G2. We also add Kyle and Connor and Jesse Quick etc to this cohort despite them not being core Titans given their strong connections to particularly Donna and Wally.

G2.5 – The JL Taskforce kids and Jason’s non-existent team. Ray Palmer’s Teen Titans. This is a group of individuals that has never properly coalesced. Overlaps in age with both the bottom of G2 and the top of G3 but distinctly don’t belong to either. Jason, Ray, Grant, Argent, Cynthia, Eddie, Snapper Carr, plus Danny Chase and arguably Gar all fall into this group. Rose Wilson overlaps with G3 but vibeswise probably also belongs to this group. I am tossing up whether Anissa and Jennifer Pierce belong here or in G2.

G3 – Young Justice. Tim, Kon, Cassie, Bart, Cissie, Greta, Anita. Cass Cain belongs here despite being the same age as several G2.5s. Steph, Charlie, Black Alice, Jaime, Zachary Zatara, even a handful of the newer folk like Jinny Hex slot in here. Several Supergirls including current Kara, Courtney Whitmore IS a member of this group and the three oldest Marvel kids (Billy, Mary and Freddy) are currently aged into this.

G4 – Damian’s Teen Titans. Damian, Jon Kent (yes even still with the age up), Emiko Queen, Ace West etc. If they are still a teen right now in DC storytelling or SHOULD be a teen, they belong here (if they’re a teen and SHOULDN’T be they’re probably a G3/G5). The Gotham Academy kids. Arguably the Titan Academy kids too? Agewise the DEO Titans kids but spiritually probably not (also the chances of us ever seeing them again is…low) The younger Marvel kids (Eugene, Pedro and Darla especially) are with this group.

G5 – so this group are either alternate G3 or G3.5s. Too new and too un-networked with G3 to be absorbed. Jace Fox, Yara Flor, Jackson Hyde, Duke Thomas and the We Are Robin cohort all belong here. Kong Kenan, Avery Ho, etc also are members.

G6 – Titans Offspring Gen. Almost everyone in this group has been artificially aged, which is a thing, hey. Lian, Irey, Jai, Cerdian, Robbie. Maxine, obviously. Otho and Osul-Ra.

G7 – Help I’m From Earth-One: Power Girl and Helena Wayne.

G8 – The Lost Children – also Help I’m From Earth-One in a lot of respects but they’re in their teens, not adults. May get folded into other groups if they get more use.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Event: Leon Dompteur sequel route release

Host: @aquagirl1978

Characters: Leon x Reader

Words: 2266

Previous fic: Love

A/N: second entry, this time a day late from the second day ahaha, thanks to Leon's current story event I was able to come up with an idea✨💝

Day 2 - “Dreams: What dreams (past or present) does Leon have?”

Sometimes, chasing our dreams starts with just a single step. No matter how big or small, we all need that push—be it our own determination or the support of those around us. And that's a game changer. Take Leon, for instance. This kid climbed all the way to the throne of Rhodolite, but every time he thinks back on it, he realizes that the crown wasn’t really his dream; it was the dream of "Leon, the fourth prince." That thought forces him back to his tough childhood, shuffling between houses as a slave, envying the lives of those he served. He thought he'd never taste that kind of joy—at least, that’s what he told himself.

Even after trading rags for royal garb and basking in the admiration of the kingdom, deep down he felt like an outsider. Those people at the castle? They weren’t his family; they were just… well, people. He longed for that warmth and affection he'd witnessed in the families he'd served, thinking that once he got crowned, he’d finally find it. But it eluded him, a phantom dream slipping between his fingers. Then you came into his life—showing him what real family meant. Through your kindness, you opened his eyes, and suddenly, he realized that happiness wasn’t just about the crown or the title. With you, he found a deeper joy, one that made every moment worth it.

Now, he’s got a chance to flip the script—to be the one who helps someone else reach for their dreams. It’s his turn to be the champion, to lift someone else up, and finally fulfill that yearning he didn’t even know existed.

"I can't thank you enough for what you’ve done, Your Majesty," the nanny said, her warm smile lighting up her weathered face. The joyous sounds of children’s laughter filled the room, a beautiful symphony of innocence that followed you and Leon after distributing gifts and sweets. Leon had chosen to visit one of Rhodolite's oldest orphanages as a way to give back to the community, and of course, you, the future queen, were by his side. "Their laughter is pure music to my ears," you remarked, a nostalgic smile creeping across your lips. The memory of their wide-eyed joy as they tore into their presents replayed in your mind, their expressions a priceless treasure. "I picked the toys with Vernard's guidance—he’s practically a kid-whisperer—and nobody can resist Yves's sweets. But what really blew me away was how much they loved whatever Clavis whipped up," Leon chuckled, glancing around the room, his eyes dancing with delight.

The nanny nodded knowingly, her eyes glistening with memories of happier times. "We don’t get many visitors here, so when children saw you both, they lost it! To them, you were just two friendly faces—nothing more, nothing less." Her voice hung heavy with the weight of history, but before she could continue, a gentle tug on her dress interrupted her.

Looking down, she found a small child, his big round eyes shining brightly, "Can I go outside?"

With a soft sigh, the nanny replied, "I’ll let you, but only if you have an adult with you." The child puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms defiantly. "But! Why? I won’t cause any trouble, I promise!"

The nanny’s expression shifted to a firmer tone. "Sorry, darling, but rules are rules." Defeated, the child turned away, a frown etched on his little face, leaving a lingering curiosity in the air that you shared with Leon through a knowing glance.

"Why the strictness about going outside?" you asked the nanny, your brow furrowing in confusion. Leon chimed in, "Kids should have the freedom to explore, right?"

The nanny's gaze turned somber, a hint of sadness clouding her features. "We have to stick to the rules, especially after… what happened years ago."

You and Leon shared a questioning glance, intrigued yet apprehensive. "What do you mean?" you pressed gently, prompting her to explain.

"There was a child who grew up here who managed to escape and never came back," she said, her voice heavy with implications. Your eyes widened at the revelation, but Leon remained stoic, urging her to continue.

"The story spread like wildfire. The reputation of this orphanage took a hit—everyone was quick to point fingers at the staff, claiming negligence. Since that day, the administration instituted a law: if a child wants to leave, even for a moment, they must be accompanied by a guardian. Safety first, after all…"

You felt a chill run down your spine as you processed the tragic tale. How could a small child escape, and what had become of them? Questions swirled in your mind, each one heavier than the last. It was clear that the nanny carried the weight of that history, an anchor bound to her heart. As dedicated as she was to the children, she, like all the staff, lived under the crushing reality of rules designed for protection—yet they felt the bittersweet sting of freedom lost.

After a brief tour around the orphanage with the nanny, Leon's eyes were drawn to a room tucked away at the end of the hall. It wasn’t the room itself that captured his attention; it was the small girl sitting by the window, bathed in sunlight yet shrouded in shadows of her own. She gazed outside, her delicate features marred by an expression of deep-rooted sorrow, the frown etched onto her face telling stories of heartache that words could never express.

“She was left at our gate when she was just a baby,” the nanny said, her voice tinged with an undeniable sadness. “As she grew, we discovered she had a form of paralysis in her legs. It’s just heartbreaking... she can’t walk, or even wiggle her little toes.” Leon’s heart sank as he took in the reality of the girl's situation. He felt an urge to reach out to her, to somehow ease the weight of her solitude.

“Can I talk to her? Just for a minute?” he asked, the hopefulness in his voice contrasting sharply with the heaviness in the air. The nanny paused, her brows furrowing in concern. “I don’t know, Your Majesty. She isn’t very sociable. She likes to keep to herself, even when the other kids try to play with her.” Still, after a moment's consideration, she relented, giving him a gentle nod.

Leon and you slowly made your way towards the little girl, her gaze fixed sadly on the window, as if the world outside held sorrows too heavy for her small heart. In an instant, she noticed you, the flicker of surprise in her eyes quickly replaced by a heavy sadness, and she returned her attention to the outside—a world she felt utterly disconnected from. "Hey there," you said gently, taking a seat beside her. Leon settled in front of her, trying to catch her gaze, but her eyes remained glued to the glass. “What’s your name?” he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper.

She glanced at him briefly, then turned back to the scene outside. "Remy," she said, her voice barely audible. "What a beautiful name," you replied, curiosity bubbling within me about what could be so captivating beyond the window.

Outside, the children from the orphanage frolicked in the garden, laughter ringing out as they chased each other, their joy painting a stark contrast to Remy’s solitude. You whispered her name, the syllables laced with empathy, “Remy…” Almost instinctively, she bristled at the gentle acknowledgment, the weight of her emotions spilling forth. “Now you think I’m pathetic, right?” she said, the bitterness bubbling up. “They’re all running around, having the time of their lives while I just sit here, and I can feel the envy festering inside me—growing into something ugly. It’s like… like it feeds the hatred I have for this place.”

Leon stayed silent, the words hanging in the air like a storm cloud, allowing her to continue. “Ever since they realized I couldn’t walk, they’ve kept me like this, as if I’m some fragile thing that’ll break if I try to stand. They always say I’ll never walk again…” Her gaze turned steely, her frustration almost palpable. “When I do walk, you better believe I’m bolting from here… just like that kid did…”

Remy’s fiery whisper jolted Leon, who finally shifted his position, his expression softening. “But… do you know what happened to that kid after they ran away?” His voice broke through her anger, and she hesitated, her defiance wavering.

“No, I don’t know what happened to them,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “But I think… that kid ran away because they hated this place, just like I do.” In that moment, the flicker of tears threatened in the corners of her eyes, her heartache visible. “They must’ve had dreams… dreams they wanted to chase… That’s why they left…”

“Dreams…?” Leon echoed, a hint of wonder lacing his words as he absorbed the gravity of her longing. The atmosphere tightened, and you wrapped an arm around her fragile shoulders, holding her close, determined to shield her from the weight of it all. She didn’t pull away, and for the first time, it felt like in that moment of pain and vulnerability, you were all seeking a glimmer of hope together.

~~~

That night, Leon paced the long, echoing corridors of the palace, the weight of Remy’s words crashing over him like waves against a rocky shore. The lingering questions twisted in his mind, refusing to loosen their grip as he finally reached his room. With a weary hand, he turned the handle, stepping inside only to find you perched anxiously on the edge of the bed. The moment your eyes met, a spark of concern danced across your face. “Where were you?” you voiced, the worry hanging thick in the air, more protective than accusatory.

“Just wrapping up some ‘work,’” he replied cryptically, his tone suggesting there was more to the story he wasn’t ready to share. The tension crackled between you like static. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” you shot back, and Leon could only nod in acknowledgment, the unspoken truth hanging heavy.

“I’m worried about Remy...” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly as the weight of those words settled between you. But Leon understood the depth of your concern, how it nagged at both your hearts. He crossed the distance in a heartbeat, wrapping you tightly in his arms, his lips brushing your cheek in a soft, reassuring gesture. “Everything will be okay, I promise,” he whispered, and even though the words were simple, they resonated with a depth that calmed the storms brewing within you. Losing yourself in his warmth, you allowed the comfort of his presence to wrap around you like a shield against the uncertainty that lay beyond your room's door.

~~~

Several days later, after your persistent nudging, you and Leon returned to the orphanage, hope fluttering in your chest. But the moment the nanny greeted you with that sunny smile, dread settled in your stomach. “Remy has been adopted,” she chirped, her cheeks glowing as she spoke. “A lovely family came and took her away, and you should have seen Remy’s face when she found out—pure joy, you know?” You stood there in disbelief, searching Leon's expression for a clue to how he felt. Yet, his trademark grin remained, as if he’d been waiting for this news, as if he understood it all along. Then it hit you—his words from before: “Everything will be okay, I promise.” You didn’t say anything more but kept quiet until you both stepped outside into the cool air.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking,” Leon eventually broke the silence, and you pierced him with a knowing gaze. “You had a hand in this, didn’t you?” you stated, your tone both trusting and a bit accusatory. “I might have mentioned her to a family that was itching to adopt,” he replied, calm and collected, as though it was just another Saturday morning errand. “I talked about her quirks, her struggles, her dreams—you should’ve seen their faces when I described her. They were in love before I finished my pitch.”

A sudden recollection struck you then, pulling you out of your thoughts. “You remember what she said? About the kid who ran away to chase their dreams? I think she meant herself, not some random kid.” Leon nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “She’s got dreams too, you know. And staying there without someone to give her that little nudge? It would’ve suffocated her potential. What better nudge than a family?”

“So you actually helped her chase those dreams?” you whispered, the weight of the words settling over you.

“All I did was help her take that first step. From there, she’ll take the bigger ones, trust me.” He swung his arm around your shoulder, and together you strolled down the street. “Just like you helped me. You helped me figure out my dreams, showed me what family really means. Now I want to pay that forward. I want to give someone else that shot at happiness—the same kind that you gave me.” His voice was soft but carried a passion that made you lean into him a little more.

He had turned his childhood aspirations into reality once, and now, he was determined to do it again for someone else. The weight of his intention wrapped around you like a warm embrace, charging the air with a sense of purpose. He was on a mission to share the joy of fulfilling dreams, one life at a time.

Fin ❤️✨

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Oh…That’s a wonderful piece of lore but now that’s going to be a doozy to fit into the main story (mostly figuring out how long each Abyssal were alive before they were killed by the Guild or Lateria). Also ignore the different avatar, I did encounter this convo before in my playthrough but didn't get the chance to get screenshots :')

And HC Abyssal timeline below

Venefelis (1,000-0): The real polecat (HC that she has phantom paws cause she has Pummel in her skill list :) and Operation Kill the Witch. Of course, after being forced to stay in the timeout corner for 1,000 years, she became really existential about her own existence, her creator's absence and trying to figure out why the Abyssals were made except being overpowered cannon-fodder.

Rotramus (700 [-300 yrs.]): Considering that the Guild would be at its infancy and still aware of Venefelis' impact, it makes some sense if they started hunting down Rotramus to prevent a repeat incident. Also consider he's a twisted mirror to Nara's personality (anti-human but will possibly answer any question to anyone that finds him) and might've been a rip-the-bandage creation due to Nara's infamy with her family's downfall.

Pluvean (500 [-200 yrs.]): Yet another pacifist Abyssal that was found by Palmaya and just waited for the Guild to kill him (but I like to believe he discovered Cadium at some point and was disgusted by the humans "corrupting the waters"). Even if he's the contrast to Arqua's short temper and drive for human adoration, Pluvean is also a bit snippy about stating the obvious and being revived past his expected lifespan.

Inominox (400 [-100 yrs.]): And just when the Guild develop a false sense of security with dealing with the Abyssals, Inominox comes in with the big guns and starting picking off any weak tamers he could find (possibly making the Frozen Tundra his main hunting ground). But with Ventra's pride and cockiness spelled his downfall when the Guild intervened during one of his attacks. But whether the victim was too traumatized to recall his trigger or the information was lost to time, the Guild was back to square one when the Abyssal was revived.

Helevolk (350 [-50 yrs.]): Of course, there's not a lot to say about Helevolk besides being a more unstable version of Fona despite having a surprising amount of mental/emotional strength (mainly with him breaking through the N1 Nightmare mind-wiping to an extent), but it's a bit of a mystery on how he got his name despite being just as mindless and violent as a normal Nexomon [Hele: "to hide" + volk: "army" or "person/people"]. And I assume Lateria killed the beast by redirecting his tunnels or cornering him in the tunnels.

Caelesa (310 [-40 yrs.]): But to make matters worse for the Guild, they have to deal with another pacifist, human-avoidant Abyssal that will surely make them doubt their anti-Tyrant campaign. Of course, there's no real explanation how she was taken out or how long she evaded the Guild (and/or Lateria), but she clearly had enough time to believe that humans were dumb and violent brutes that have nothing better to do in their lives besides hunt what threatens them (though mostly directed at Finn the second he explains the Guild’s history with her). And fun fact, despite Caelesa being Normal-type (like Metta), she has a interesting set of elemental moves under her belt (also like Metta) so do with that info as you will :) [Base moves: Rocknite Blast, Thunder Blast, Plasma Star, Psy Field]

Volcel (280 [-30 yrs.]): Then after that wild-goose chase comes the giant electric moth(?), also being human-avoidant but will also mock everything and everyone below him for being simple earth-dwellers (really embodying Luxa’s superiority complex, huh?). While there isn’t any concrete evidence on how he was caught (since the Guild jumped to making a standard Tyrant bait), I’ll assume it was Lateria and their extremely heavy ordinance.

Braccus (260 [-20 yrs.]): Here comes the boy~! :D And unlike the older Abyssals (and being the second-youngest), he’s the only one that specifically mentions hearing his creator’s voice and learning his mission to attract the world’s attention by any means necessary; which he easily turns to destruction and carnage (becoming the Grunda he was meant to be) until Xanders “Bare Hands” Nexomon killed the beast and earned his Gold Tamer promotion. Also his dex entry mentions him destroying multiple cities before reaching Lateria and/or Grunda’s Chasm, so I’m betting he started his rampage at Royalle City since a “unnamed Tyrant” was the reason for its downfall.

Kroma (250 [-10 yrs.]): And finally, Operation Kill the Witch: Electric Boogaloo. And what better way to complete her life's mission is to plop her right into the Immortal Citadel while having the handy-dandy ability to mind-control ghosts. Whether she can control both human and Nexomon ghosts is up to debate, but I'm all for her being a tiny menace using the IC residents, the Greater Drake Krainnull, and Ulzar himself when the going got tough with Deena the one-woman army.

Either way, I mainly followed the Abyssals locations on Precursor Mountain from furthest left to right (apart from Venefelis being past Kroma's position), though it's extra funny that both Braccus and Kroma's places are almost melded together (with the haunted woods being halfway through the Braccus’ maze) so that's kind of where the idea came from. Either way, how in the world was I supposed to expect that these two were the YOUNGEST!?!?

And I love that this were the first thing I thought of (if anyone’s willing to make an artist’s representation of the disaster siblings, I’m all for it :)

[speaknowworldtour]

“i can’t find a pulse my heart won’t start anymore” // “i stopped cpr after all its no use” // “we hereby conduct this post-mortem”

“would it be enough if i could never give you peace?” // “it came like a postcard picture perfect shiny family holiday peppermint candy but for him it’s everyday” // “he was a hothouse flower to my outdoorsman”

“we thought a cure would come through in time now i fear it won’t” // “our maladies were such we could not cure them”

“this cage was once just fine” // “and so a touch that was my birthright became foreign”

“we were dancing with our hands tied and i had. a bad feeling but we were dancing i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” // “we were blind to unforeseen circumstances we learned the right steps to different dances”

“luck of the draw only draws the unlucky and so i became the butt of the joke” // “and fell victim to interlopers glances, lost the game of chance what are the chances”

“chasing shadows in the grocery line” // “guess who we ran into at the shops walking in circles like she was lost?”

“but if he’s a ghost then i can be a phantom” // “my beloved ghost and me sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g”

[buffshipper8490]

Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

Rey, Poe, and Chewbacca face off against the Knights of Ren; Kylo reveals to Rey what he's discovered about their Force Bond...

Excerpt

Just across the way, the Knights of Ren stood, a wall of black armor, hate, and aggression staring her down. Even at the distance, she could feel the malevolence come off them in waves, a corruption so deep it felt like rot. Automatically, Rey reached for her saberstaff, hidden behind the folds of her sari. The outfit was impractical for this, but she’d make do. It dawned on her that this was why Jedi didn’t wear pretty things. She was going to end this, right here, right now. There was no way she was going to let herself be stalked across the galaxy by Kylo and his band of thugs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” said Poe, stilling her hand before she had a chance to ignite the saberstaff. He took a pointed look around the crowded marketplace, children and other civilians all milling around in the line of fire. “Not here.” Too much collateral damage. Too many deaths. He was right. But that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. An anger rose unbidden, an anger born of pure frustration. Just once, Rey wanted to do things on her own terms, consequences be damned. Just once, she wanted to finish things. But this wasn’t the way. It was never the way. She had to buy them some time, so she did the only thing she could think of. Kneeling and pressing her fist to the ground, she lashed out in the Force, a concussive blast that pushed back everything within range, sending tents and people including Poe and the Knights of Ren alike sprawling back in a rather impressive radius. Rey didn’t wait around to see if the Knights had been stopped, jumping off the small retaining wall and onto one of the razorsails below. Poe swam over to her in brisk, easy strokes as she unhooked the boat. “A little warning would have been nice!” he shouted as he climbed up the boat's ladder. “Get on!” Rey extended a hand, hauling him the rest of the way onto the deck with a smooth motion. “Do you even know how to sail?” demanded Poe, his clothes dripping steadily onto the deck, his dark curls clinging to his furrowed forehead. By way of answer, she summoned the Force, a phantom wind that filled the sail and sent them flying across the water at speeds that shouldn’t have been possible. "Heh," chuckled Poe, and he crossed the deck to do something with the sails that gave them an extra burst of speed. A blast then rocked the boat, water exploding all around them. They looked up as one, finding the jagged ship of the Knights of Ren hot on their tail— without the Knights of Ren inside. Kylo Ren was inside. It hovered mere meters above the water, the exhaust leaving a massive wake behind it as it continued to gain on them with each passing second. “Get to the bow cannon!” shouted Poe over the whine of the engines. “I’ll take the helm.” Rey did as he requested, leaving the driving to Poe as she quickly took aim with the weapon. Through the transparisteel viewport of the Knife Nine's cockpit she sensed Kylo at the helm. She could feel his rage, his frustration, his single-minded purpose of the chase, just like when he chased her in the Korilev debris field. She could also feel his conflict. He wasn't sure what to do with her if he were to catch her. His thoughts were an overwhelming, confused cacophony of violence, pain, and even sexual urges. There was small part of him that she recognized as Ben Solo, but that side of him was lost in the noise of Kylo’s conflicted mind. What Rey sensed for certain was an overwhelming desire— no, need— for her possession. She had to be his and his alone. Rey didn't belong to anyone. And she wouldn't give him the chance to make up his mind...

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