#I mean I know where the first two come from but where do portals happen

[viceroywrites]

deja vu - part 1

i decided to make a full-fledged multi-chapter fic out of this idea that i posted a few days ago with a cyoa ending potentially

thanks so much to everyone who showed so much love for it and hope you enjoy this series!

this is my first time writing for gravity falls so i hope to do it justice!

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader/ford x fem!reader

original fic idea | part two

tag list: @awitchersbard / @theilluminatidragonqueen / @jazzypop-op/ @maryclanders/ @chaimshelii /

@starship606/ @swimmingrascalbatdragon / @stanfordsbaby

He wasn’t in bed.

You woke up in the middle of the night to find the space beside you empty, the blankets cool to touch, indicating that a warm body had not even slipped into the sheets. Begrudgingly, you slip out of the warm comfort of your bed to search for your lover.

Your bare feet pad against the wood floorboards, creaking with each step you take. Your fingers balancing a candle that you used to illuminate the way, too lazy to try and turn on the lights. 

You descend down to the basement, pushing open the metal door that reveals an intricate lab full of oddities and gadgets with a triangle shaped portal looming just behind the glass window. You let out a yawn, approaching the figure that had his back turned towards you. His six-fingers spin the pen in his hand effortlessly as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand.

Your soft yet groggy voice calls out as you place your hand on his shoulder, “Ford, come to bed. Your research will be here in the morning.”

Stanford jumps at your sudden touch before relaxing when he hears the sound of your voice. He puts his pen down, placing his hand over yours with his thumb running soothingly over the back of your hand, “I’ll be there soon, just head back upstairs. I just need to finish this last equation that's been driving me mad the whole day.”

“Stanford…” You say with an edge to your voice, knowing that he could easily stay up the rest of the night working tirelessly on this portal that he had been working on for the past few months.

“Alright… I concede. You win this round, my dear.” Ford sighs, turning to face you finally with a tired smile. He gets up from his seat, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head before following you up the stairs but not before looking back at the portal.

-

You had the dream again.

It always starts the same. Walking down a staircase, the floorboards creaked with each step you took. Your eyelids feel heavy almost as if you’re resisting the urge to fall asleep. Your feet carrying you down to a basement. The warm flames of the candle you hold illuminating the way.

Your fingertips push the cool metal frame of the door to reveal a figure sitting in front of a desk, facing away from you. Your hand reaches out to touch their shoulder and as they turn around to reveal their face to you, you awaken.

Your eyes open abruptly, staring at the dark ceiling as your alarm echoes through the empty room. Slowly sitting up in bed, you instinctively reach across to turn off your alarm and turn on your lamp before your hand reaches to open the drawer of your bedside table, feeling around for something. Your fingertips brush against leather and wrap around the item, pulling it out to reveal a journal.

These dreams happened almost every night over the years. It had gotten to a point where you started logging them, just trying to find any pattern or meaning behind them.

You turn to the page labeled ‘The Basement’ - adding another tally mark in the margins that you used to keep track of the frequency of each dream. You close your eyes, trying to conjure up any distinguishable features from this mystery person but nothing new arises. 

Sighing, you shut the leather-bound journal, putting it to the side.

Now was not the time to be worrying about your cryptic dreams, you were supposed to be getting ready for the trip you had been planning for the past few months. 

A road trip through the Pacific Northwest, starting in Northern California and making your way up to Seattle.

You hop out of bed to start getting ready for your journey ahead. After completing your morning routine and slipping on some comfortable clothing for the long drive, you make your way to the kitchen, grabbing the map that was stuck to the fridge with a magnet from your alma mater, Backupsmore. 

Having already packed your bags into the car the night before, your feet make a beeline out the door, wanting to hit the road before sunrise to give you enough time to hit the places you wanted to visit on the way up to your final destination for the day, Portland. 

Unraveling the map in your lap, your eyes scan over it, reviewing over the route you had planned out today. Your gaze lingered on one particular spot you had circled closer to Portland that was unlike any of the stops you had chosen.

Gravity Falls.

You couldn’t explain what drew you in to choose this town to stop in out of all the surrounding towns near Portland. You knew that you had an old friend, Fiddleford, who had moved out to this area to do research. You had even visited him once during his time out there. However, you hadn’t heard from Fiddleford in years, correspondence seemingly dropping off as he stopped answering your calls and your letters always ended up returning to you.

Trying to push aside thoughts of your lost connection, you put your car in reverse, pulling out of your parking spot and heading out onto the open road. The winding roads take you through the lush forests that enveloped the region. As each hour passed, you could see the sun slowly starting to make its way up the horizon and decided to stop to watch the sunrise at Redwood National Park. 

After the brief stop that you used to stretch your legs and grab a cup of coffee, you make your way back on the road. Your original plan was to stop at almost every National Park on the way up to Oregon but after hitting a pocket of traffic that put you behind a whole hour, you decide to skip a few stops and make your way directly to the town of Gravity Falls, figuring it would be your last stop with the remaining amount of daylight you had left.

Unfortunately, you had hit another bump in the road, pretty much derailing the first day of your methodically planned out trip.

Your car had suddenly stopped in the middle of the forest about five miles out from the town.

Cursing under your breath, you step out to assess the cause of your delay. Your hands pop open the hood of your car, breathing a slight sigh of relief when you don’t see any steam or smoke. Figuring that the most likely cause is the battery dying on you, you pull out your phone, trying to look up the nearest towing company to hopefully bring you into town to get it looked at.

As you’re waiting for the screen to load due to the poor signal out in this forested area, a gruff voice calls out, asking if you need a hand.

You look up to see a red convertible with the phrase ‘El Diablo’ etched on the side on the other side of the road. Its owner, a man with gray hair, glasses and a stubbled yet chiseled jawline, wearing a black tank, a shiny medallion that sat on his exposed graying chest hairs, and a brown leather jacket, stares back at you, one hand on the steering wheel while his arm dangles lazily outside of the rolled down window.

You pause, taken aback as something about his features seems… familiar. You quickly snap out of your stupor, realizing you’ve just been standing there in silence.

"Uhm… yeah if you have jumper cables, I just need to get my car running to get to the next town and hopefully get a replacement battery,” You reply, figuring this option would be way cheaper than hiring a whole tow truck.

"Of course, I have jumper cables, toots - look at my car, you think I haven't been stranded out here myself." The stranger chuckles, making an effortless U-Turn with one hand before pulling his car close to yours. Your cheeks warm at the nickname given to you by this man you met literally seconds ago, This guy’s a total silver fox.

You step to the side to give him access to hook up the jumper cables after he fishes them out of his own trunk. You both stand in silence while he attaches the cables to your car before his deep voice cuts through, "So uh, what brings you out here? You just driving through?"

You almost chuckle at his awkward attempt to make small talk, "Sort of. I'm doing a whole road trip through the Pacific Northwest. I was gonna check out this town ahead, Gravity Falls, before I make my way up to Portland."

The older man blinks, expecting you to just be passing through the town at this time of a day. Normally, tourists only stop into town in the early hours of the day on their own journeys up north. His lips spread into a grin, pulling out a business card from his leather jacket. "Well, if you're stopping by, you gotta check out the Mystery Shack! One stop shop for mysterious oddities!"

You take the business card with a giant question mark on the front. He retreats back to his car, turning on his engine before nodding over at you as a signal for you to start up your own engine. You slip back into the car, slipping the card into your pocket before turning on the ignition. You breathe a sigh of relief as your car stutters back to life. Glancing up, you see him grinning back at you before the two of you step out of your respective vehicles.

“Thanks again for your help… sorry, I didn’t catch your name. I’m Y/N.” You say, extending your hand out in gratitude. The silver fox’s large hand envelops yours, shaking your hand firmly, “Stan Pines, nice to meet ya. It’s no problem, wouldn’t want to leave a lady like yourself stranded in the middle of the woods.”

“Do you say that to all the ladies that end up stranded in the woods?” You can’t help but tease, earning a hearty chuckle from Stan. “Well, let’s just say that’s not a common occurrence out here. So you thinkin’ about stopping by the Mystery Shack?”

You pause, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you thumb the edge of the business card Stan had given you. On one hand, you should probably be heading back on the road to make it to Portland and this Mystery Shack sounded like a tourist trap. On the other hand, the sun was starting to set and you weren’t keen on driving through the forest in the dark. Maybe it would be best if you stayed the night in this quaint town and start again the next morning. As you look up at Stan, you make your decision, deciding to appease the man who helped you so graciously.

You also had to admit you found him quite charming and curiosity got the better of you.

“Sure, lead the way.” You say with a casual shrug. Stan grins, “I’ll make sure you get a personal tour of the Mystery Shack. No need to worry about other tourists.” Your eyebrow raises in amusement before slipping into your car, “What, you know the owner?” You blink at the smirk that spreads across Stan’s lips, “Sweetheart, you’re looking at the former owner, Mr. Mystery himself.”

You bite back a giggle, “No wonder you were laying it on thick, just trying to get more tourists to visit, huh?” Stan rolls his eyes mirthfully “Hey, I was trying to lend a helping hand… though I have a good sales pitch, don’t I?” He grins, shooting finger guns towards you with a wink.

This’ll be interesting. You think to yourself as you follow behind Stan in your car, pulling into the empty lot of the Mystery Shack. You snort, seeing how the S dangles off the side spelling out Mystery Hack, before pointing it out to Stan as he exits his car. His features grimace as he grumbles out, “I noticed” before beckoning you to follow him, twirling his keys on his index finger.

Stan proceeded to give you a detailed tour of the Mystery Shack, spinning elaborate tales surrounding the variety of taxidermy animals that he had mismatched together. Despite the absurdity of it all, you can’t help but get sucked into his tales, seeing the clear passion and excitement he had for this place. You burst out into laughter at the sight of the Sascrotch to which Stan beamed at, “Good one, right? Probably one of the highlights of the Mystery Shack.”

You weaved your way through the shack, though there were certain sections of it that looked oddly familiar. Almost like you had walked down these hallways before. A wave of deja vu hit you as you walked through the doorway into the gift shop. “Usually this is the part where I try to sell people on an overpriced souvenir but I have a feeling that the whole schtick isn’t gonna work on you, is it?” Stan admits.

“Probably not but I’ll take a look around and see if there’s anything that catches my eye.” You chuckle, making your way around the space as your eyes scan the various trinkets. Your fingertips run across the mugs with question marks painted on them. You decide to use this opportunity to make small talk as you mill around the gift shop while Stan leans back against the counter, “So, you said you’re the former owner? Who owns it now?”

“One of my former employees, Soos. Kid’s been working for me since he was… well a kid. Only person with as much passion as me about this place.” Stan says, glancing over at the Employee of the Month picture that still hung behind the counter that showed a younger Soos. “What made you step down as owner?” You hum, thumbing through the t-shirt rack. 

Stan smiles fondly, “Me and my twin brother actually just got back from traveling, we’re only in town for the summer. It was always our dream to travel the world together by boat, and we finally got to make that happen.” You look up, smiling at how warmly he spoke of his brother. Stan catches you staring and crosses his arms defensively, “What?”

“Nothing,” You say, shaking your head before thumbing through the assortment of keychains and stickers that were displayed. “So twin brother, huh? What’s he like?”

“You’re sure asking a lot of questions… not sure if I should be flattered but it feels like I’m being interrogated by a government official.” Stan comments with a grin. You pause with dramatic effect before looking up and admitting, “Well technically, I do work for the government.”

Stan freezes, his stance becoming defensive as he looks you up and down, “Oh shit, really? Man, these cover-ups are getting better and better but I swear I haven’t broken any laws… recently at least.” Your warm laughter fills the room, finding the look on his face priceless, “Relax, I work for the National Parks.” Stan’s posture relaxes at the realization and he rolls his eyes, “Alright, you got me good. So what do you do? Are you like a park ranger or something?”

“No, I’m a geoscientist. I pretty much study rocks and fossils. Kinda boring day to day but sometimes I’ll come across a precious gemstone and keep it for myself… even though we’re not supposed to take anything off a dig site.” You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Using the government’s resources to your own advantage? I like the way you think.” Stan chuckles.

You pick out a magnet to add to your fridge when you return as a reminder of your side quest at the Mystery Shack. Stan rings you up though you notice a significant markdown in the original price after he insists on giving you the employee discount. As you walk out of the gift shop outside, you round the corner back to your car. 

Little did you know that you would run into the man that you once loved as someone with a long tan trench coat was outside fiddling with a device with his back turned to you. Stan elbows you in the arm to catch your attention, "That's my poindexter brother that I mentioned, Ford. He's always working on some geeky invention."

"You know I can hear you, Stanley?" Ford sighs, turning around to face you two.

Time slows down as he meets your eyes, memories flooding back to him before landing on the last memory he had of you - your back turning away from him, your hand slipping through his fingers after he chose to continue with his research despite your pleas.

He freezes, seeing the woman that left him all those years ago, "Y/N?" He calls out to you.

You blink, staring back at this man that you had never met before calling out your name.

Stan is just as confused as you are, looking between the two of you. 

You tilt your head in confusion, “Uhm… sorry, have we met before? How do you know my name?”

[thevoidstaredback]

Danny couldn't tell you what he expected, but it most definitely wasn't this.

Time and Space were weird in the Infinite Realms, both bending to the will of their masters and no one all at once. They didn't follow a line or a path. Time and Space did as they wanted. Fitting, considering who their masters are.

The first time Danny was ten years old, his Grandfather killed him. He remembers that, in an effort to save him, his mother submerged his body in the Lazarus Pits he and his brother had been warned about ever going near.

As it was explained to him, the Infinite Realms has a base level of sentience at the very least. She allows herself to peak into the worlds She cradles to keep an eye on them. She found Danny when his mother had lowered him into the water and She claimed him as Her own. She bent Time to Her will, making Danny a toddler again, before bending Space to drop him in the world that would most allow him to grow. She promised that She would come back for him when the time was right.

The first time Danny was fourteen, after the second time he had been ten, he died. The parents he had learned to accept as his own tried to open an unnatural gateway into the Infinite Realms. He was the one to turn it on. The electricity of the mortal world killed him, but the energy from the Infinite Realms revived him.

He remembers the whispers barely heard under his own screams. Whispers and imprints of "I'm sorry" and "I do not mean to hurt you" and "You will only grow stronger" and "Welcome back, my champion".

Danny can count on one hand the number of times he's felt safe between the first time he was six and the first time his was fourteen. He can tell you the names of exactly two places he has never felt the need to hide from.

The day Danny turned fifteen for the first time, he told his parents what happened to him. He knew, instinctually, that they would not understand, that they are researchers before they are parents. But he held onto the hope that had been trained out of him when he was first four years old. He had hoped that they would go against all odds and accept and help him.

He shut down the portal the very next day. He destroyed it and all of his parents' lives work. He would not stand by and let them hurt his people when he could not be there to interfere. He escaped back into the embrace of the Infinite Realms through Vlad's portal, giving him the Order to destroy it. The only way for the citizens of the Realms to enter the mortal worlds was to use natural portals, as unstable and unpredictable as they are. He would not risk them again.

He finds himself wandering listlessly, letting the Realms take him where She wants him to go. Sometimes She takes him to places that are completely empty, places where he can mourn what he lost without anyone finding him. Sometimes She takes him to his mentors and friends. Sometimes She takes him where he needs to be.

Danny finds the boy just as the natural portal closes behind him, the sickly green and black oozing like a festering wound.

The boy looks similar to Danny. His hair is spiked, his clothing dulled shades of a hero's costume under a black cloak, a mask covering his eyes, his body being more filled out to match his age. But Danny, on every level of understanding that he is and ever will be capable of, knows that this is his brother.

"Damian?" he whispers. The Realms push him forward. "Damian!"

Danny cradles the body of his brother, slowly sinking to the ground the Realms produce for him to land on. He carefully peels the mask from his face and lays it beside the katana on the ground.

As expected of anyone who finds their way into the Infinite Realms without proper protections, Damian has no pulse. He is not breathing. He is cold. The wound under his sternum is not bleeding.

Danny brushed his thumbs under Damian's eyes, his hands on his cheeks. "What did they do to you, ahki?"

Despite having no mortal ability to do so, Damian's eyes opened. He started ahead, blinking when his green eyes met Danny's. "Danyal?"

Tears fell from his eyes as he nodded. "Hi, Damian. You're here early."

Tears fell from Damian's eyes as well. He knew where he was. There was only one explanation. He couldn't feel himself breathing, nor could he hear his heart beat or his blood flow. There was no pain from where his mother had run him through.

"She killed me!" Damian cried into his brother's shoulder.

Danny held him tighter. "I'm so sorry," No one should ever have to go like that.

"Father couldn't save me."

"It's okay."

"Dick and Tim and Jason and Cass-!"

"Shh, ahki. You will see them again. I'll make sure of it."

The brothers held each other as they cried. The Realms wrapped Herself around the boys, comforting them as she could. Her champion and his brother, both children She had claimed and would protect.

Part 1 Storyboard

@anarinette

[undercurrent-if]

Undercurrent

Undercurrent is a sci-fi, mystery, surfing interactive fiction story that dives into the deepest parts of our minds. The game is rated 17+ for mature content.

Synopsis:

You return to the Cove after six years, older, quieter, and carrying a special kind of grief. Once a competitive surf prodigy, you vanished after the death of someone close to you, someone who died in these waters.

But the ocean hasn’t forgotten you. Neither has the Cove.

Now, in this small town, teetering between real and tech, strange phenomena ripple through the waters. Surfboards pulse with forgotten data. Tides shift too suddenly. Whispers drift through the mist. And your old board—silent for years—begins humming with signals that shouldn’t exist.

As you retrace old steps, you’ll uncover hidden secrets, rekindle, or avoid fractured relationships, and confront the truth of what happened the night everything changed. Someone—or something—knows you’re back. And the waves are calling for you.

Choose how you navigate the past:

Will you pursue the mystery beneath the sea, even if it means unraveling yourself?

Will you ride the tide toward truth, or let it pull you under?

Will you reconnect with the person you once loved—before they became someone else?

Because in the Cove, nothing stays buried forever. Not love. Not guilt. Not the dead.

Features:

Customize your Surfer's gender, sexuality, and more!

Romance one of four characters! Or romance the one that never made it out of the Cove.

Hone your surfing skills! Do you prefer the natural way, or will you let tech help you?

Uncover the mystery that is under the Cove.

Dynamic environment and choices!

Multiple endings!

Characters

Wren - Past friend or something more? F (22)

Wren always seemed a little too aware of things no one else noticed.

You remember Wren barefoot on the cliff’s edge, the salt spray catching in her hair, her eyes blazing with something fierce, something breakable all at once. She turned toward you, grinning like she knew a secret you hadn't earned yet, and said in a jovial voice: "One day, we’ll go so far out the waves can’t find us. Promise me you’ll come too." You never answered. You thought you had forever. "You used to be my anchor. Now you're the mystery pulling me under."

Ash Vega - M/F (29)

Runs a small surf repair and outfitting shop that's struggling to survive under the corporate tech expansions. Ash’s hands were steady even when the world wasn’t. You remember them pressing a hand over yours, guiding you to fix a cracked fin on your first board. "It’s not broken. Just needs someone who won’t give up on it." You didn’t realize until later that they weren't talking about the board at all. "You left. I stayed. Don’t expect it to be easy between us."

Kye Onari - M/F (26)

Kye came to the Cove, riding the strange waves without fear — and might know more about the ocean's changing patterns than they admit. You remember Kye laughing, reckless and wild, as they dove straight into a rip current like they could outrun death itself. "If you’re not scared, it’s not worth it." You stood frozen on the sand that day — and Kye never looked back. "You think you can keep secrets from the ocean? You're adorable."

Imani Reyes - F (30)

A researcher specializing in tech-oceanic anomalies. The first time you saw Imani, she was kneeling on the rocks, studying a tide pool like it was a portal to another world. She didn’t notice you watching until she said, softly: "Everything leaves traces if you know where to look." When your eyes met, you felt like you were the one being studied. "You make me want to believe in things I shouldn't."

Cassian "Cass" Rook - M (31)

Act like nothing matters, but every scar says otherwise. Cass stood alone by the firepit, one foot grinding lazy circles into the sand, a cigarette burning low between two fingers. He stared up at the stars — half the constellations smothered by the haze of the city beyond the cliffs — and let out a hollow laugh. "Doesn’t matter how good it feels out here. Everything good still finds a way to leave." He said it like a joke, but he didn’t smile. Neither did you. "I’m not here to be your hero. I’m barely here to save myself."

DEMO JUNE 1ST

@interact-if

[wandixx]

Phantom, the Young Justice member part 4(-ish, I think) they're unconnected, don't wory

Post TUE, but like, right after

“Recognized: Phantom B-08”

Zatanna and Artemis disengaged from the spar, turning to Zeta-Tubes almost in tandem with the rest of the Team. Wally caught himself preparing to the fight.

There was simultaneously a lot and very little Team knew about Phantom. They knew his favorite constellation, his favorite level in Doomed and his typical fast-food order and which parts were better or worse than Nasty Burger in every fast food place they visited. They didn't know whether he was ghost or meta or something else, they didn't know his non-hero name or if he had one at all.

There were things falling somewhere in between on this spectrum.

But they knew for the fact that he wasn't supposed to come in today and that he didn't use Zeta-Tubes unless situation was really dire. Yet even then it usually required a lot of convincing, as seen during whole Klarion-two-Earths debacle. At some point during it, Wally considered how faster would it be if he just asked Phantom to stack up on high- calory food and run to pick him up instead. In the end he didn't say anything, because ghost agreed, sounding like he was just sentenced to the gallows. Understandable, considering his... everything around portals in general, but especially ones that feel like they're taking someone apart. But! The point was, hearing Zeta-Tube call out Phantom was not normal nor a good sign. Fact that they didn't know what was going on or expecting him was unprecedented.

Wally sprinted out to get fire blanket. They owned actual weighted blanket, carefully washed and [wietrzony] to make sure it wasn’t smelling bad to anyone with enhanced senses, but for some reason fire blanket worked on the ghost the best.

He was back before other boy fully settled against wall of the Zeta-Tube, tugging at his hair like he did when he needed to calm down. It’s not like slowly breathing really did anything for him. Wally wrapped him up, making sure it was tight enough that hands he put down would not have room to do any real damage. It tended to happen when he was like this.

Wally very carefully didn’t think about the fact that Phantom didn’t even have enough energy or presence of mind to leave Zeta-Tube even though it was always first thing he did. Even, or maybe especially, when he forgot where he was for a moment.

Rest of the Team crowded around them, talking soft encouragements, rubbing his back and hair, tapping rhythm for him to… just overall ground him, Zatanna made up some ice too. Phantom seemed to shrink away from they’re touch, as much as he could when they were everywhere. Black Canary sharply told them to back away.

They all took few steps back, because something was really wrong and they weren’t helping but they had to try and–

Light erupted from somewhere under the blanket and traveled up and down Phantom’s body. Everyone, including Black Canary, lunged towards the boy, because what was that? What was that? Was Phantom dying in front of all of them?

Tired blue eyes blinked at them from under the shock of black hair. It was still undeniably Phantom, he stood in the same place and looked the same, except of eyes and hair color and lack of general air of otherness, but-

“My name is Danny Fenton, I'm a halfa, half ghost half human hybrid created in specific lab accident and no matter what, if my family ever dies you can't let Vlad Masters become my legal guardian. Doesn't matter if it means court case, kidnapping or murder,” he rushed out, words tumbling over each other, like he made this little formula and learned it by heart and wanted to get it out before he forgot any part of it.

Everyone just… froze for a moment.

And then Phantom started hyperventilating, swaying were he stood, so they jumped back to action, dragging him out of machine and onto some chair M’gann moved in. Black Canary ran him through breathing exercise (Phantom was breathing, Phantom was breathing, Phantom was breathing and it was so wrong Wally felt hair standing on the back of his neck). With mutual effort from Robin, Kaldur and Zatanna, there was a bag of ice in ghost’s (halfa’s?) hands, to help ground him. Artemis tapped on his shoulder in tandem with Canary’s instructions, while Conner run off somewhere. There was fifty/fifty chance he went to get something or just needed to get away. M’gann flew away muttering something about making a tea.

Wally felt really lost but also overwhelmed by the need to do something, so he tried singing (or humming, at least) some songs that you’re supposed to play when resuscitating someone. Then it hit him, that it felt too fast, maybe because his main thing was being fast and he was a bit too wrung out to focus on being slower, maybe because song itself was too fast, he didn’t know. He sang something slower anyway.

He could almost see the moment when Phantom, or Danny, he said his name was Danny, calmed down enough to understand where he was.

“Hello Danny”

The boy slumped a bit and refused to make eye contact with anyone.

“Hi Black Canary”

“Are you quite alright?”

“Who is attacking?” Wally blurted out without really thinking. They needed to know and, honestly, he was known to be the guy who never thought before he spoke.

Pha-nny whipped to look at him, visibly startled, which was not a good look considering he wasn't really epitome of calm even before.

“No one I know about, why would they?” he asked, sounding way too clueless about it.

“You used very quick mode of transportation, that is also really triggering to you,” Kaldur explained patiently, “one that you usually only travel through in case of emergencies—”

“And had panic attack as soon as you showed up which had not happened after first three times, meaning you were already pretty shaken before going in,” Robin interrupted.

“We want to know happened to make you use it this time?”

There was another slow blink.

“No one is attacking anymore. I won. I won. I saved them. I won,” he said, descending into panicked mutter. Black Canary motioned them to move away again, because clearly, crowd was not helping him.

“Hey, breathing is constant demand, don't forget about it,” Artemis snapped.

“Who did you win with? Who did you save?”

Phantom just glanced at Black Canary and got back to staring into middle distance, technically present in mind and body but clearly not fully. Wally didn’t want to know what horrors made him crash so hard. There were few things that could make him stop joking, even less that could do this.

“Would you…” Phantom whispered and then his breath hitched. Ghost just stared at all of them for a moment, jumping from person to person like terrified rabbit, wide eyed and terrified. Something glass or ceramic shattered behind them.

“Oh, Danny”

“M’gann what’s going on?”

“We’re alive Danny,” she said with conviction surprisingly strong with how soft she sounded before “We’re alive and well and whatever you saw or think you saw, it was a lie. We’re alive and well”

“But-”

“He didn’t kill us”

Artemis pushed her way back to the ghost and shook him by his shoulders.

“What happened, Phantom?”

Phantom or well, Danny, looked through her like he was once again recalling something, that shouldn't be in his mind to be recalled.

And then he explained future that won’t happen, with sauce explosions, dead families and court of talking eyes.

And then he made them promise. Wally doubted any of them would be able to keep it, and everyone knew that, but they promised either way.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I'm curious, how did wade and logan meet isekai gremlin reader? Did reader just fall from the sky and landed beside the two unharmed? We know wade breaks the fourth evrytime because his sentient and logan had seen worse sp if reader just straight up tells the two that they are from another universe the two would just😐👍okay. They woulb be ubothered by it

Wade and Logan first met you when they were having shawarma. It was a nice day, nothing could possibly go wrong until…

‘Ow fuck!’ You groaned as you got up from a seemingly never ending fall through the void, only to realised that you didn’t hurt as badly as you thought you did when you went to run your arm. ‘Don’t know why I said ow fuck when that didn’t actually hurt being with.’ You then murmur to yourself as you looked up to see the portal you fell from close assumably forever.

‘Did god kick you out of heaven little angel? Did you do something naughty? Blasphemous even?’ Wade asked, swallowing his last bit of shawarma, wiping himself down before he let Dogpool run your feet as you smiled down at the cutes dog you’ve ever seen. Some would say she’s ugly, the most ugliest dog they’ve ever met, but to you she’s perfect with her lopsided tongue and scruffy appearance.

‘He fucking wishes but no, I’m not an angel nor did I come from heaven.’ You told Wade as you picked up Dogpool, unbothered by the excessive licking to the face, you’d like to call it her showing you her unconditional love and affection.

‘Then where did you come from?’ Logan asked, completely unfazed by this and the dog licking your face excessively.

You shrug, not caring whether you sounded nuts for saying it. ‘Another dimension.’ You proclaimed.

Wade and Logan looked at each other before looking at you again.

‘Ah! Another overused and abused Isekai trope fanfic, like that’s surprising to anyone reading this.’ Wade then said to no one in particular.

‘The fuck is that supposed to mean scrotum face?’ You replied, holding Dogpool closer in your arms when you noticed that Wade was planing on taking her off your hands, no one was going to take this cute doggy from your hands, you’ve only met this cutie and you’d kill everyone before killing yourself if anything happened to her.

‘Look bub, Wade over here talks out of his ass, so it’s best not to take anything he says seriously.’ Logan answered for you as he got up from his seat groaning. He’s been alive for far too long to act surprised at anything at this point. A pig could sprout wings or suddenly talk and Logan wouldn’t find this out of the ordinary, that or he just was too tired and perpetually annoyed at everything to feel anything outside of that.

‘Now that our meet cute is over and done with, papa is going to need his little Mary Poppins back now.’ Wade reached out to grab Dogpool but you took a step back, still holding her close to your chest.

‘No.’ You told him. ‘She’s my Mary Poppins now.’

Wade gasps ‘are we entering our enemies to friends to lovers, 300k words, slow burn phase?’

You looked to Logan who only shrugs his shoulders. ‘I’ve got not a fucking clue what he just said just now.’ You then looked back to Wade and then little Dogpool, who was still licking your face, before deciding to bolt down the street. ‘YOU’ll never take me alive!’

You could hear Wade and Logan simultaneously cursing as they proceeded to follow after you, and at one point you could’ve sworn you heard Wade yell, ‘MY BABY! PAPA AND PAPA ARE COMING SWEETIE DONT WORRY!’ Before hearing Logan hit him in the back of the head saying, ‘damn it Wade! I ain’t no damn papa!’

You couldn’t help but laugh as you, with Dogpool in your arms, continued to run as far as you could with no real destination in mind, maybe this new dimension wouldn’t be so bad if this is how you got to live everyday. You couldn’t mind it one bit.

[dandylovesturtles]

oh yeah so Yes pretty overwhelmingly won the poll so you guys only have yourselves to blame for seeing this nonsense I will probably not do much more with lol

anyway I've been mentally calling it the Draxum's Kids AU or Step-brothers AU because I didn't come up with anything creative

high level premise is that, due to ~mystic shenanigans~, Draxum from the OU (post-movie) gets pulled through a portal to another dimension, about a year behind the OU dimension, where he kept the turtles and accomplished a lot of his human eradication goals but was also a terrible father. Draxum sees the writing on the wall that his AU self's foolish actions have led to an impending apocalypse and finds the AU's Mikey (who is only called Boxshell) to help him get back to the original dimension. But as soon as he meets back up with Boxshell his Dad Instincts kick in and he realizes he can't just leave "his" kids here to die, so he decides to kidnap all four of them back to the original dimension.

this is complicated a bit by all of them hating each other

under the cut is about 3000 words of Draxum getting abducted

Draxum would really appreciate it if they could make it six months without a potentially world ending threat.

This one seems particularly suspicious. Giant black swirling vortexes giving off massive mystic energy signatures don’t simply <i>appear</i>, not for no reason. The fact that Michelangelo had been the first to notice it, cocking his head to the side like a bloodhound hearing a rabbit, was not putting him at ease, either.

“Soooo,” says Leonardo, swords already drawn and held loose at his sides, “what is it, Draxy?”

That is not his name, but because the situation is serious, he answers anyway. “You expect me to know? I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“Come on, you’re our mystic guru! So get with the guruing!”

Draxum just gives him the look that the kids are coming to call his “not mad, just disappointed” face. He doesn’t have any more answers than he did two seconds ago. On the plus side, it doesn’t seem like anything is coming <i>out</i> of the dark swirly vortex, nor is anything getting sucked in. It’s just hanging there, in the sky over the Hidden City, menacingly.

“Doesn’t it feel familiar?” asks Michelangelo. Unlike Leonardo, he still hasn’t drawn any weapon. He’s just watching it, curious.

“I don’t remember the Krang portal looking like that,” says Donatello. “We could see the Prison Dimension on the other side. That’s just… an indistinct vortex of doom.”

“Not like the Krang,” says Michelangelo, but he doesn’t offer any further guesses. He just watches it with big eyes.

“But we gotta do somethin’ about it, right?” asks Raphael. “We can’t just leave it up there.”

“Well, if it’s not hurting anyone,” says Leonardo slowly.

“Just because it is not doing anything in this instant does not mean it will stay that way,” says Draxum.

“Yeah, yeah.” Leonardo slices through the air, a blue and less chaotic looking portal opening up. “Let’s check it out, Dee. Get some energy readings and all that nerd jazz. The rest of you, stay here in case it’s dangerous.”

“Oh, but it’s fine if it’s me,” says Donatello, but he steps up to the portal anyway. 

Draxum feels uneasy, because he doesn’t know what that thing is or what it will do, and because he doesn’t want the two of them going alone. “I’ll come with you,” he says, and when the kids give him a look, he quickly adds, “I may notice something that Donatello would miss.”

“I don’t <i>miss</i> things,” Donatello snaps back, but that’s factually untrue, so Draxum just grunts in response to it. 

“Sure, goatman cometh,” says Leonardo airily. “Let’s just go!”

Just to be sure nothing bad will happen, Draxum steps through first. The twins follow him.

They’re on a rooftop now, just under the vortex. Draxum had been expecting… something, but there are no threats, no signs of anything amiss. It’s a bit windy, and the vortex is making an ominous buzzing noise, but that’s all.

“Can you tell anything from here?” asks Leonardo, looking between the two of them. Donatello has his goggles down and a holoscreen up, incomprehensible numbers scrolling by at a fast pace. For his part, it seems the same to Draxum here as it did across town.

Donatello’s readings slow, and he raises the goggles again. 

“It’s… definitely massive, but I can’t tell much more than that. Though… I think Mikey was right. That it feels familiar.” He looks at his brother, something complicated in his expression. “Like we’ve seen something like this before.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” says Leonardo, before turning his attention to Draxum. “How easy is it to make an interdimensional portal, anyway?”

Draxum snorts at this question. “For a pocket dimension, relatively simple. For an actual, separate world… Theoretically, it could be done, but it would take a massive amount of mystic energy and decades of experience. Especially if one does not have a mystical object to channel a portal through, like the key that was used for the Krang’s prison dimension.”

“But Mikey was able to do it,” Leonardo points out.

“Yes. And need I remind you it almost killed him.”

“You needn’t,” he snaps back. “I’m just saying… <i>if</i> it can be done, it really seems like someone’s trying it right now.” He still has his swords out, watching the vortex warily. “And what’re the odds that they’re coming here for a friendly visit?”

Draxum doesn’t argue there; he’s already treating whatever this is as hostile. Better to assume wrong and apologize later than to let down his guard and let one of his kids get hurt.

There’s the sound of footsteps behind them, and the three of them turn at once, startled. “Well, there’s Mikey,” Leonardo is already saying in a resigned sort of way, like he knew Michelangelo would join them before he gave the command.

“Sorry, Leo,” says Raphael, landing with heavier tread on the rooftop just behind Michelangelo. “He gave me the slip.”

“Guys, it’s fine!” Michelangelo argues, in that tone he uses when he feels like he’s being babied. “I’m telling you, whatever’s making that portal isn’t here to hurt us.”

“And you know this based on what evidence?” asks Donatello.

“It’s a feeling!”

“Ah yes, feelings, how quantifiable.”

“Well <i>you</i> don’t have any evidence it’s evil either, Donald!” Michelangelo retorts.

Draxum is about to step into the middle of this quarrel when Leonardo stops it for him.

“Guess we’re about to find out who’s right,” he says, eyes locked on something above them, and Draxum looks up just in time to see that there’s <i>movement</i> coming from the vortex now. “Dee, take Raph; Miguel, you’re with me.”

“Wait, guys, we should just-” Michelangelo tries again, but a shimmering blue portal under his feet stops him. Leonardo and Michelangelo reappear in the sky above, Leonardo using his portals to stay airborne while Michelangelo catches himself with his mystic powers. There’s the roar of a jet, and then Donnie is after them, his shimmering mystic tech carrying himself with Raphael dangling underneath.

And of course they’ve left him on the roof. Draxum sighs. <i>Children</i>.

He pops several vines on the roof and uses them to propel himself skyward, eyes searching for what has come through the portal, if that’s what it is. It’s difficult to see against the black coloration, but the boys seem to have gathered under a figure in a dark cloak, who emerges slowly from the middle of the vortex. It seems to cling to them like dark, black ink, the mystic energy drawing out behind them in long, gooey ropes. 

Draxum knows he is still many meters away, but even still, he doesn’t think the figure is very large. It’s a surprise, given that the vortex itself is at least fifteen or more meters across, but the figure coming out is short and slight, not even as big as Michelangelo. Of course, that doesn’t mean much; plenty of yokai are small statured naturally, as are some humans. Even Lou Jitsu is small, now, but still mighty. He can’t let the size of the person put him off guard, especially when they have summoned such massive mystic energy.

“Hey!” cries out Michelangelo. “Can we talk to you!?”

The figure in the cloak seems to startle at being addressed. For a moment, they hang in the air, the ropey energy of the vortex growing thicker on their arms and legs. Almost like it’s trying to pull them back.

The figure seems to realize this, too, because they jerk forward and raise their arms in a panicked arc.

Fire comes out - dark flames with incandescent blue cores that Draxum knows are hotter than any normal flame. If the boys are struck, the damage will be severe. Thankfully, Michelangelo yelps and whirls aside before he can be burned.

“I don’t think they’re interested in talking!” calls Donatello.

“That’s alright,” yells Raphael, his ninpo lighting his body red, “because <i>I’m</i> interested in smashing!”

The midair fight begins in earnest now, the boys darting around the figure with their weapons drawn, even Michelangelo. The cloaked figure fights back with the flames, dark and so hot that as Draxum’s vines carry him closer, he can feel the heat coming off of them. Yet, despite the intensity of the attacks, Draxum notices that they are unwieldy and unpracticed, like the wielder has no real experience in fighting, and certainly not midair against so many opponents. Add to that, the strange, inklike properties of the still-spinning vortex seem to be actively trying to pull the figure back; each time they make progress, the moment their attention is drawn by one of the boys, they’re yanked back another few feet.

Draxum sprouts a few more vines off his main one, so that he can move more freely. Aerial combat has never been his forte, but he can make it work. So long as none of those desperate fire attacks burn through his vines and send him tumbling to the ground (he can only hope, in that event, that one of the twins notices him). 

The cloaked figure is still attacking wildly, and the boys have to move fast to keep out of the way. It’s easier for Michelangelo and Donatello, who can stay airborne indefinitely; Leonardo, meanwhile, has to use his portals to catch himself and Raphael periodically, portalling them back to the sky or giving them a portal to ground to launch off of. This leaves them open to attack.

Draxum couldn’t have made it in time if he’d wanted to, but in the moment he isn’t thinking he has to.

One of the unfocused black flames strikes Raphael; his ninpo projection protects him from being harmed, but he still lets out a gasp of surprise as it burns rapidly through the ninpo itself, leaving him exposed. Donatello swoops in to catch him before he can fall, and all the boys hang back for a moment, stunned by this development.

“What was <i>that</i>!?” Leonardo calls out, portaling above Donatello and landing on his constructed battleshell (Donatello says, “Oof!” loudly, but doesn’t throw him off). “It just burned through Raph’s shield like it was tissue paper!”

“Augh… that felt… weird.” Raphael is rubbing at his temple with his fingers. “Raph did not like that.”

“Alright, clearly this guy is dangerous.” Leonardo is tense, eyes focused as he watches the cloaked figure yank free of the stringy ropes of magic from the vortex, coming closer. “But see how the portal’s trying to pull them back in? We just gotta get them close enough and send ‘em back where they came from.”

He glances over at Michelangelo. Draxum looks, too. The boy’s brow is creased, like he isn’t happy with this outcome, but his eyes are focused on Raphael.

“...Yeah,” he says finally, and gives his nunchucks a swing. They light up with his orange ninpo, the bright fire a stark contrast to their enemy’s dark flames. “Let’s send ‘em back!”

The boys spring back into action, and Draxum follows suit, his vines carrying him up, closer to the vortex. Now he can feel more of the thing’s power directly, a great gusting wind that pulls rather than pushes. He hangs back from the direct fighting and instead watches the boys closely, should he need to intervene the way he hadn’t for Raphael. If the fire can eat through their ninpo, then any of them being struck would be disastrous - especially if one of the others could not catch them in time.

The kids are succeeding in their gambit to push the figure back towards the vortex, but that means they are also increasingly putting themselves in range of its dangerous reach. The ropey strands of dark mystic energy reach out like hungry tendrils, latching onto scales before being cut or shaken off. Leonardo has all but abandoned the fight against the figure and instead puts his efforts into slicing the strands apart any time they touch one of his brothers, either directly with his katana or with a well placed portal. He leaves the strands that attach themselves to the mysterious person, and they wrap more firmly around the legs, arms, and neck of the one in the cloak.

And that’s when they finally speak.

“No!” they cry out, in a voice unmistakably juvenile. “No, please! I just want to escape - don’t make me go back!”

Michelangelo stops short, bobbing uncertainly only a few meters from the screaming figure (a boy, Draxum thinks, but cannot be sure). “Guys,” he says hesitantly, lowering his weapons. “I really think we should-”

Whatever he was about to say is interrupted by a burst of flames from the cloaked boy’s hands, spiraling directly towards him.

“MIKEY!” shout several voices at once; Draxum only realizes a beat later that one of them is his. He’s the closest, and he moves fast, putting himself and a wall of vines between the flames and his son.

The flames make such short work of the vines, it’s almost comical. Draxum watches as the fire races down the towering stalk he’s made, eating them away and leaving nothing behind, not even ashes. The vine Draxum was standing on is, of course, completely obliterated, and he feels the swoop in his stomach as gravity starts its relentless pull.

“Dad!” he hears Michelangelo call out. The boy reaches a hand toward them, and in his panic Draxum reaches back. They are only a few meters from each other, and then less and then less, fingers almost touching-

But it is something else that grabs him first.

The vortex’s dark energy feels disgusting and slimy where it touches Draxum’s fur, like a leech pulled from some noxious bog. Its tug is ferociously strong, and he realizes that if Leonardo had not been quick, if the magic had wrapped around any of his brothers’ limbs the way it’s wrapped around Draxum’s arm, disentangling them would have taken massive effort. As it’s going to take to free him now.

There’s a yank, and he’s ripped away from Michelangelo and towards the vortex.

“No!” screeches the cloaked boy, and sputtering flames spill out around him, forcing the turtles back before they can move in to rescue him. “No! Get away! Leave me alone!”

“Gladly!” Draxum shouts back, ripping and yanking to try and free his arm. “Just close this foolish portal and go back where you came from!”

“I <i>can’t</i>!” the boy screams, and he sounds so wretched, Draxum almost feels some sympathy for him. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“You must!” Draxum argues, because he can tell. The energy has wrapped too securely around the cloaked boy now; there will be no freeing him. The portal he made is impressive, <i>especially</i> as young as he sounds, but it is not complete. He could not be severed from it, even if they tried to help. In fact, if they fully pulled him from the vortex, it would likely kill the child.

No; he must go back. But… is there still time for Draxum?

“Barry!” he hears the boys call out. They try to get close, but another burst of searing heat from the panicked boy in the vortex keeps them from advancing. More of the stringy ropes of magic are wrapping around Draxum now, on his arms, his torso, his legs. His neck. They yank him back, hard, and he gasps as the air leaves his lungs. The mystic energy slithers over him like a living creature, wrapping him up more and more securely in its snare.

It seems… there is not.

“<i>NO</i>!” screams the cloaked boy, one last panicked, desperate cry, but then his voice is abruptly silenced. There’s a roaring noise, incomprehensibly loud, and Draxum faintly wonders if this is how it sounds when a star collapses in on itself.

The last thing he sees as the portal closes around him is Michelangelo’s face, eyes wide and afraid, mouth open in a shout, hand outstretched as far as it can go.

And then all is dark.

…

When Draxum wakes, he’s laying on the ground in an alley in the Hidden City.

He feels a flash of <i>something</i> markedly unpleasant when he realizes he’s alone: sadness, betrayal, perhaps even, Titan forbid, <i>loneliness</i>. It seems the boys have left him to his fate and gone home.

Then he remembers the portal, and Donatello and Michelangelo’s guess that it was interdimensional. It’s likely the boys don’t know where he is. It’s possible he’s not even in the same time.

Or the same world at all.

Disturbing as that thought is, the part of the Hidden City he can see from his vantage point seems familiar enough. He recognizes this as a part of the old downtown, not far from where he and the kids had been fighting the cloaked boy. Even if this isn’t his time, at least he should still be able to navigate - that makes things easier.

He gets to his feet, shaking the soreness out of his limbs. He hears something pop, and is suddenly immensely glad the boys aren’t here after all. He’d rather not endure another round of teasing for being “old”.

The Hidden City he travels through seems largely the same as the one he left, to a degree that he starts to wonder if it wasn’t an interdimensional portal after all. If it was, the dimension he’s in now seems to have only slight variations.

Or that’s what he thinks, until he makes it to the nearest portal back to New York City.

There’s a checkpoint set up in front of it, one that didn’t exist here before. There are guards standing sentinel, ushering through a line of yokai and occasionally asking questions. They don’t seem hostile to the yokai, but it does seem like precautions need to be taken for… some reason.

More startling to Draxum are the crests that adorn banners hung around the checkpoint, matching emblems blazed on the uniforms of the officers.

His family’s crest.

It seems this dimension is quite different after all.

[in1-nutshell]

Can I please have TFA Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless get yeeted into Jasper Nevada and go on misadventures with the kids. Team Prime is generally perturbed when they realise that these three stooges are megatrons kids from another universe. Ironholds general face of disgust when she meets tfp Megatron, Ophelia desperately trying to cover Fearless’s mouth before they say something that’ll dig their grave even deeper. Tfa megatron just generally having a bad time because WHY DO PORTALS KEEP KIDNAPING HIS FAMILY? FIRST HIS WIFE AND NOW HIS KIDS.

plus

Fearless - WHERE’S SILVER AID

Megatron - WHO?????

Fearless - oh this explains a lot actually.

TFA Meg's is going to file a restraining order on the portals if they take his family without notice again...

Hope you enjoy!

TFA Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless meet TFP Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader, Human reader

TFA/TFP

Ratchet and Wheeljack were just trying to fix the groundbridge.

Next thing they know, two bot’s come flinging out and Ratchet nearly throws out his backstruts diving in after a screaming human from hitting the floor.

The bots are unconscious and led to the medbay.

They both had hit their helms hard on the floor and had the Decepticon badge.

These Con’s probably kidnapped the human and the groundbrigde picked up on their energy signatures and brought them here.

The good news was that the Cons were securely restrained.

Bad news was that the human was not unconscious.

They were… a bit of a handful to say it in a nice way.

Fearless: “WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE AM I?! WHERE’S MY FAMILY!?” Wheeljack: “Hey, hey, relax kid. You’re safe now.” Fearless ignores this and tries to squirm around until they see Ironhold and Ophelia restrained on the medbay. Fearless: “IRONHOLD! OPHELIA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!? I’LL KICK YOUR SORRY TIN CAN IF YOU SO MUCH AS SCRATCHED THEIR PAINTJOB!” Ratchet: “What? These Decepticon’s clearly kidnapped you.” Fearless goes to argue but then glares at Ratchet. Fearless: “Hey, are you related to that Ratchet bot from Team Prime? I mean like an ugly cousin or something?” Wheeljack snorts a bit as Ratchet scoffs. Ratchet: “I am Ratchet. How do you know my designation?” Fearless laughs a bit before quieting down seeing the bots not laughing. Fearless: “Wait, so if your Ratchet… and the portal… and you’re not tiny anymore… oh…oh great we’re in another dimension aren’t we.” Ratchet and Wheeljack: “What?” Fearless: “Hush! I need to calm down and think—" Optimus walks in. Optimus: “Ratchet there was yelling, what happened?” Fearless: “IS THAT PRIME?!”

There was a bit to explain on Fearless’s end as well as the rest of team Prime who soon filed in.

They recounted the story of how they and their siblings got sucked into a random portal on the way to get groceries.

They sat leaning on the smaller minibots side, occasionally looking at her and the larger bot with a concerned look on their face.

It wouldn’t be long until the Cons started waking up. Ironhold groans in pain and goes to grip their helm. Their servos are restrained. Ironhold: “What the… what’s with the restraints!” The commotion wakes Ophelia up who is also restrained. Fearless gets up and hugs Ophelia’s helm. Fearless: “Lia! Oh, thank the Allspark! I do not want to have to explain this alone.” Ophelia: “Fearless? Wait where are—” She catches sight of much larger Autobots. Ophelia: “Since when did the bots get that big!?” Ironhold moves their helm and spots the bots too. Except with a much bigger response. Ironhold: “Fearless! Ophelia!” They are trying to snap the thick restraints. Ironhold: “TOUCH THEM AND I WILL END YOU!”

So that took another while to calm down the Cons.

Well, mainly Ironhold from trying to throw servos with any bot who looked at their siblings in any way.

Even in a completely different universe, Ironhold still held themselves tall… even though they barely came up to a few inches above TFP Bumblebee.

The TFP crew is stunned to hear that these three visitors were Megatron’s kids.

Just… just how?!

HOW!?

Ironhold they could see being Megatron’s child.

But Ophelia?

Fearless?!

That was something different.

Ironhold and Fearless shot back that seeing this new Team Prime was weird to them.

And where was everyone?

Surely this rinky dinky team had their tech and communications hidden around somewhere and weren’t relying on human technology.

…

…

Oh, Primus they WERE!?

On finding out about this base being the current living place of the Autobots, Team Prime notices a shift in the visitors.

It was almost like they were in disbelief… maybe a bit disturbed as well.

The complete shift happens when talks about Megatron and the Decepticons are made.

Ironhold, Ophelia and Fearless are looking at the screen. It shows videos of the Decepticons ravaging the planet and some close calls. One particular video of Raf nearly dying makes Ophelia and Ironhold unconsciously move closer to Fearless. The human’s eyes burn into the screen, not making any objections to their siblings moving closer. Ironhold turns to Optimus with a grim face. Ironhold: “And you say your Megatron was at fault for this?” Optimus: “Yes.” Ironhold looks disgusted at Megatron’s face. Ironhold: “For the time we are here, I will help your team.” Ophelia: “And I.” Fearless: “What am I a roach? Sign me up!” Ratchet: “And how can we trust you?” Ironhold: “We may be aligned with the Decepticons, but this.” They point at Megatron. Ironhold: “We do not follow him. So, trust us or not, we will not stand a mech like that running around.” Fearless: “Plus he’s kinda ugly.” Ophelia: “Fearless.” Fearless: “Oh come one! He looks like he is on space rocks!” Bulkhead: “Well…” Fearless: “…Say sike right now.” Bumblebee: “Beep bep (It’s called Dark Energon)” Fearless: “Say sike right now!”

Things with the new visitors goes smoothly at first.

Until the inevitable comes…

The kids meet the cons and Fearless.

Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead are a bit wary of leaving their kids with the visitors.

But it turns out that they had nothing to worry about.

Fearless obviously is the first one they warm up to.

Followed by Ophelia and then Ironhold.

Ophelia likes observing and answering questions the kids have.

Ironhold is very still when the kids start to use them as a jungle gym when Fearless shows how ‘harmless’ they are.

Miko and Fearless are not allowed to be alone in the same room.

And both are not allowed near the groundbrigde without supervision after they ran into it one time.

…And were transported near the bots battle.

Fearless grabs a rock and chucks it at Megatron. Fearless: “HEY UGLY!” Megatron turns their way. They live up to their name and stand firm. Miko is looking from afar at her new role model. Miko: “Wow…” Fearless: “WHAT WOULD SIVLER AID THINK OF THIS!?” Megatron: “Who?” Fearless: “… You know what, that makes sense. You don’t even DESERVE to know who she is you slimy bucket head son of a—” Ironhold and Ophelia feel their energon run cold seeing Fearless bad mouthing this pointy and much larger Megatron. Ironhold and Ophelia: “FEARLESS!” The taller con grabs Ophelia and throws her at Megatron’s helm and tackles his side. Ophelia is covering his optics with her frame. Ironhold is doing their best to restrain the warlord. Fearless is cheering in the background. Fearless: “GET’EM!” Ironhold: “RUN!”

Fearless is threatened to by put on a leash if they ever pulled a stunt like that again.

Ophelia is now the official ‘human babysitter’, making sure that NO human is allowed 30 feet from the groundbrigde, the door, or any exit in the base.

Ironhold helps fight Con’s with Team Prime.

It wasn’t as hard as they thought it would be.

This wasn’t their family, and they didn’t have to worry about hurting Silver Aid which was a plus.

They couldn’t imagine their mother being with a mech like TFP Megatron.

Miko: “So what’s it like with Megs as a dad?” Fearless shrugs. Fearless: “he’s just my dad, nothing special.” Jack: “You have the leader of the Decepticons as your dad and your saying it like its something normal.” Raf: “Does he do things like a regular human dad would?” Fearless: “…He likes to take me flying and keep me on his shoulder while he reads or walks around the base. Silver is trying to get him to get me to walk more, something about me being healthy or something.” Jack: “Silver?” Fearless: “Oh yeah! I forgot you guys don’t have her in this universe. Well, she’s Elita One’s twin sister who’s a techno organic spider and is kinda our spiderwoman mom.” Miko: “…” Jack: “…” Raf: “…” Optimus: “…” Ratchet: “…” Bulkhead: “…” Bumblebee: “…” Arcee: “…” Wheeljack: “…” Fearless: “…What?” Meanwhile in TFA… Megatron is standing in front of Team Prime. Optimus: “Megatron. Why did you call us here?” Megatron: “I offer a temporary truce.” Optimus: “…What for?” Megatron: “My children are missing.” Optimus: “What?” Megatron: “Listen little Prime, it pains me to ask you of this already… The children have been gone for more than a week and Silver Aid just fought Lugnut because he tried to take her off the security monitor.” Lugnut has noticeable dents on his servos and chassis. Lugnut: “I believe her fighting skills are getting better Lord Megatron.” Optimus: “If she is that bad… do swear that no Autobot be harmed if we help you?” Bumblebee: “Boss bot—” Megatron: “For the children, yes.” Optimus and Megatron shake servos. Megatron: “…But as her Amica, get her to recharge.” Optimus: “No.” Megatron: “What? Why?” Optimus has flashbacks to Silver Aid socking Sentinel in the face for disturbing her studying time. Optimus: “Out of safety.”

[kerink]

okay, i finished the book of bill and i wasn't going to make this post because i was sure someone already had, but i was asked to make it anyway so here we go. my compilation of the billford content:

SONGS

three songs have been identified in relation to bill and ford:

the first is "we'll meet again" by vera lynn, which is about the singer wishing well to the listener before they travel, and promising to return home to them soon. this song comes up twice, first when bill sang it to ford in the fearamid and then again at the start of the book of bill, where ford says he still gets it stuck in his head upon waking up, giving the impression they both are singing it to each other at different points.

the second is a 1960s song by james and bobby; when you search this, the first song that comes up is "i'm your puppet." the meaning of this song is really straightforward, especially within the context of these two, but you can read this if you'd like. i believe this is the song ford is whistling in his dream before he's confronted by bill's previous victims. during this scene, he's sitting in a birch tree clearing (the tree commonly associated with bill) and sketching a yellow meadowlark.

as an aside, something interesting about the meadowlark is that its chest marking has a very peculiar resemblance...

the third is "sweet dreams (are made of this)" by the eurythmics. after bill tries for days if not weeks to talk to ford about the portal, bill resorts to violence and spends the night abusing ford's body and reputation. when ford wakes up, this is the song bill left playing for him.

as an aside, i think it's interesting that the first draft of the song was played on a black and yellow synthesizer.

HOW TO TRICK EVERYONE INTO LOVING YOU

there is an entire section in the book dedicated to bill outlining his dating tips. of the 8 tips bill gives, he uses 3 of them on ford. EDIT: he uses 5 of them

the first is "the love cage," which pretty much ver batum outlines what happened in the fearamid during weirdmageddon.

the second is "vulnerability," where bill advises you tell your date 1) how no one can relate to you and 2) that you have a tragic back story, both of which he does in one fell swoop.

as an aside, this is a fun chance to peek at bill being an unreliable narrator in some kind of mobius double bluff. when you read these two sections back to back, it appears bill is lying to ford to gain his trust, especially if you also just watched the previous video. however, earlier in the book, it's implied that the genocide of his dimension was traumatic and something he wishes he could undo, and later in the book, after ford leaves him, bill gets drunk and attempts to call his mother, sobbing. this gives the impression that bill was indeed being vulnerable with ford here but doesn't want us, the reader, to know it.

the third is "good ol'-fashioned valentines," where bill provides some cheap and easy gift-giving advice. he then follows this advice for ford's birthday.

as an aside, i think it's funny bill brings up cats here. who belongs to whom, william?

BREAKUP

them both accusing each other of cheating:

a callback to stan's season 1 joke: "my ex-wife still misses me, but her aim is getting better:"

this amazing lower back tattoo bill made him get:

bill totally being fine and normal and great after ford leaves him for good. in fact, he's doing so well that he got drunk and took himself to dinner to celebrate. he's not upset. he's not upset.

and let's not forget mabel calling it like it is, as always:

MISC

and finally, here are some various tidbits i just enjoyed:

ford's a cipherholic attracted to things that hurt him lmfao

can you just give him a normal compliment jesus

the tattoo reads "if lost return to bill"

also the "the rats were his idea? i get it now." get what baby hm? hm? hm? implying we WERE supposed to "get" something from it

fated i guess

not tonight dear i have a headache

in conclusion, i definitely think bill is more in love with obsessed with ford than ford is with bill at this point. probably because ford's had a third of his life to come to terms with their partnership, while 30 years to an immortal being is imperceptible. given what we saw with "the love cage" and with how bill tells ford it's not too late to join the henchmaniacs during weirdmageddon, he's probably still trying to get ford back. in his own insane, demonic way.

as an aside, i do think it's interesting that the end of the book implies bill blames stan for turning ford away from him. especially since what he cites is what happens at the end of the show, implying bill thought he still had a chance during weirdmageddon

anyway, thanks for reading! if i missed anything, please let me know!

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

its me! from the "you made me sad do it again" ask! and i wanted to actually ask a thing now

from the same context of dead shapeshifter stanley, what would ford's reaction be? asking for bed time scenarios reasons /hj

First off, denial. He doesn't know this stranger, and there's no way Stan's dead, and they don't even have a body!

This would lead him to try and find Stan through magical means, then get angry when everything comes back with the 'he's dead' response. Then he'd probably stumble upon the truth, that his brother was a shapeshifter, and now he's dead. All those childhood games had been real, and the bad guys finally got his brother.

This is where it gets a bit tricky. He's got all of Stan's things and money, so he's gonna fall into a depressive slump, just going through boxes of clothes and knick knacks, trying to figure out the kind of person Stan was and trying not to have a break down. Then it could go two ways

Classic FrankenStan, where Ford hunts down his brothers body, drags it back to Gravity Falls, and tries to bring him back to life. I don't see it ending well for him, because Stan's not human, didn't leave a ghost, and has been dead for a while, so this would just lead to him having a break down.If he did succeed, Stan would be so traumatized from dying and then being brought back to life, kind of a mess for a while and not able to sustain any kind of stable form for at least a month. At some point his base kid form would be revealed, and hed get stuck like that, clinging to Ford and trying to accept the fact his brother just defied God or something. After a year or so he'd finally manage to shift again. He'd definitely contact Maurice, whod show up like an avenging angel and grill Ford on whatever it was he did to their precious special spawn, then hover over them for almost a month, because necromancy is tricky and could have side effects on shapeshifters and no other reason! (Ford def catches them hovering over Stan's sleeping form, watching him breathe several times. Then joins him. If at any point they wake Stan up, he will scream)

The other would be the stages of grief, then just. Moving on with his life. Bill would still happen, but maybe with the added bonus if 'oh I can totally bring your bro back', adding to the desperation of finishing the portal, and making the betrayal so much worse. Shifty would also go down even better here, because he knows already that shapeshifters aren't animals or evil, just people.

Eventually the Bill situation would get resolved, and Stan would still be dead, but at least he has his son, and all of Stan's things. It'd probably go similar to better world Ford, where he fixes the portal and becomes famous. He'd probably try to find more shapeshifters who knew Stan and try and ask them things about him to figure out what he'd been like as an adult. Have his own little Stan shrine in his house, full of all their photos and things, where he goes and pretends Stan's there, and talks to him.

I can see him creating a shapeshifter help center, for those that want to leave their more dangerous lifestyles or for young shapeshifters to get support. (He can't get revenge on all the people who wronged his brother after all. For some reason, they're all already dead)

[chunkitakii]

The Brother From The Portal

Portal! Stanley Pines x Reader

This was written a LONG time ago. So I thought I should post this.

ALSO, this will be the first time that I write (Y/N)...Might regret later…

Read it on AO3!

Summary: You are Ford's assistant; you find out from Dipper and Mabel that Ford has an unknown brother, so you go and find out by opening a portal; you then meet the one and only Stanley Pines. (I hate writing summaries...)

So what if Stanley was the one who was portaled instead of Ford? Now hear me out on this…

The house had begun to glow in a blue glow once again. Everything began to lift from the ground as if gravity had reversed. Objects had begun to lift, almost hitting you in the face multiple times. It didn’t make it any better considering you, Ford, Dipper and Mabel, were trapped in the basement in which was found with much unused junk.

What had caused this mess was something you didn’t have on your bingo-card for today, scratch that, EVER. Ford had apparently built a portal in his younger days, which caused him to lose his brother within it. He didn’t talk much about his brother. Hell, we all didn't even know he had a brother until now. You knew Ford most of your life, and not one bit did he mention about this brother. 

You were Ford’s assistant, helping him to figure out the many mysteries of Gravity Falls. The two of you had gotten along very well, he was like a father figure to you. The two of you talked about everything, but apparently not everything.

This all had started when Dipper and Mabel found many documents and notes in a secret room within the cabin. They didn’t say when or how. After such, they had come rushing into the kitchen where you were located, their faces held in shock and confusion, they wanted to get to the bottom of this. You were just trying to fix Ford’s messed up formula in the living room as he was gone to look for “mysterious mushrooms” in the forest behind the cabin.

“Quick! Look! Grunkle Ford has a secret brother!” Dipper shouted, shoving the many documents and notes into your face. You didn’t have any time to apprehend it either. You had noticed a picture on the document containing a room that didn’t feel familiar to you. It was dark and cramped with all sorts of mysterious items. Could that be the bottom level of the basement? 

Dipper explained the notes that were underneath the photo. He had explained that back in 19-something something, he had built a portal to different dimensions. This had brought a fight against Ford and his brother, causing the accident. You could tell it made both of the small twins anxious and sad. 

They believed that if they turned the machine back on, it would bring his brother back and from his misery. Ford was…well, not stupid, but ignorant to leave blueprints and directions to turn the portal back on. But the twins didn’t find enough information that Ford was ever going to bring him back. It saddened both of them. It even crossed their minds; if one of them were to be stuck in a portal, they wouldn’t hesitate to bring them back. So why wouldn’t their grunkle Ford?

The thought of going into the basement made you shiver. You had never, and you mean never, stepped foot into Ford’s basement. He would always tell you, “There are things that you could not see, and this was one of them.” So, you didn't go in there or even question it. You didn’t want to upset your boss; you did that once, and you won't do it again. Buttt you so happened to know the password on the vending machine that had led to the basement after seeing him go in there a couple of times. Now you felt more curious to know what was going on.

Mabel had practically dragged you up from your seat to stop what you were doing. She had almost made you spill the acids of unknown substances on the table. 

“We have to help him out of there! Who knows what aliens or giant brain-eating worms he’s fighting against!” She repeatedly shouted, knowing that this mysterious man is somewhere out there alone. Both you and Dipper were too eager to find out what was in the bottom of the basement than to realise what Mabel had just said. 

You three ran towards the ”vending machine” and pressed the right buttons into the machine without hesitation. You didn't know this mysterious man in the portal, but you were also curious. And also worried for his well-being in the portal.

 Oh man, you’ll probably die by a portal disaster or by Ford’s hand…

“Mabel, press the button, I beg of you!” Ford had pleaded, trying to reach out for Mabel. But he was stuck in between the floating desks that so happened to pin him in the air.“You don't know the possibilities of the portal unleashing danger into our world!” Ford continued, but his voice was muffled by the noises of the machine. Dipper and you were located by each side of Ford. Dipper was hanging on by a metal pipe, keeping him from floating away. You, however, were aimlessly floating in the air. Slowly levitating upwards. 

Dipper didn’t know what to think of the situation. At first, he had wanted to find out what was the mystery behind Ford’s brother. Then, he had listened to Ford explain the dangers of opening the portal back up again. It sort of explained why he didn’t open it back up to save his brother. 

But if Ford had something to say against it, Dipper would second guess himself before siding with his great uncle. 

“Mabel, just shut it off!” Dipper shouted at Mabel, hoping that she would listen. His anxiety had grown by the second, wishing that the end of the world wouldn’t commence.

But Mabel knew for a fact that her uncle was somewhere in the universe. She also knew that in the documents Ford had made, he showed no signs of bringing his brother back. To her, it had felt like he had shown no remorse. Mabel didn't know this mysterious uncle, but she knew the feeling of being alone. She wouldn’t even wish it on her worst enemy.

Then again, she would listen to her Grunkle Ford. He knew about this stuff more than her and her brother combined, and if he says to shut it down and that there will be many dangers with leaving the portal on, she will do it.

As she reached below her floating body to press the button, she looked at you. Her worried eyes looked back at yours, hoping you would give her some reassurance. You were like a close friend to her, you would be the third person she would listen to; her parents and her great uncle being the first two. If you had anything to say against shutting it down, Mabel wouldn’t know what to do.

As her eyes looked at yours, Mabel saw the look of unease that took hold of your facial features. You didn’t know what answer to give her. 

A “yes, shut it down and leave this man out in the many and dangerous dimensions alone.” 

Or a “no, and possibly let in many unknown dangers into our dimension but bring the man home.”

You were too confused for your well-being and also scared. You looked away from her glossy eyes to stare down somewhere else. You then gave her a slow and short nod, not wanting to look up at her face. You knew she would be upset, so you couldn’t bear to see her down.

A sad look came onto her face, knowing that the majority rule wins. She sighed, “Okay, I trust you, Grunkle Ford.” Mabel sighed out, reaching towards the button that will end this madness once and for all. But before she could, the portal then flashed a bright light. Seeing this, you quickly floated to Mabel to protect her from what has yet to happen. Shielding her from the portal behind her.

Everything around you was no longer seen, just a bright, agonizing light. It didn't feel painful, but it didn’t feel comfortable. The four of you screamed and yelled at the top of your lungs, giving up your last cries. 

But as your surroundings become nothing but a white light, it quickly vanished. The floating objects fell, and the light had dimmed until there was none at all. Everyone's body had fallen onto the ground, causing a sequence of groans. Your body breaks Mabel’s fall, which had made you much heavier and caused you to land much harsher. You felt gravity pull you and slam you into the ground below; you swore you had just now broken something. The unsettling cracking sound said so.

After a few moments, everyone sat back up and collected themselves. Mabel had sat up and off of you, bringing a hand out for you to lift you up. As you tried to reach up to accept her hand, you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, and you reach your other arm to wrap around it in pain. Mabel quickly ran behind you to lift you up from your back. Lightly pushing you up, careful not to hurt you even more.Ford had used his last strength to push the two desks, which had been pinning him down, away from him. He let out a groan in doing so. Dipper sat up on his knees and lightly dusted himself off. 

As you all collected yourselves, the sound of footsteps could be heard—heavy footsteps. They were the only sound that was present, besides the whirring and snapping sounds from the portal. Ford, Mabel, Dipper, and you all looked up at the same time, looking up to see the source. That's when you all caught a figure walking out from the portal. You could hear Ford let out a sharp gasp from beside you. 

And they looked absolutely huge. They continued to walk out of the portal until they were fully in the basement. Their broadening footsteps came to a sharp stop. Your heart dropped for a moment when they had reached into their dirty red jacket pocket. You dreaded the thought of the temp pulling out a weapon, harming you all. But your heart eased when they pulled out a familiar, torn book. It was the first journal that Ford had ever made. You could hear Dipper gasp at the sight; he has been on a big journey to find the first journal. He had thought it had been kept secret by his Grunkle Ford. Dipper could have never guessed it would be in the hands of a person from a whole different dimension.

The mysterious person had looked to have a robotic left arm; it was all gray, and a glowing hue had shone from it. It was sort of rusty and banged up, but it was in pretty good condition. Whoever made the arm had done a damn good job. Their outfit, however, was rugged and dirty. They wore a dark red jacket that had a sort of fluffy material in the hood of the jacket. Many tears and stains had covered the entirety of it; at least you could get a hint of what it was like out in the many different dimensions. 

You couldn’t see their face due to the huge, damaged goggles and gray, mangy scarf that covered most of their face. Everything that this person had worn had many tears, rips, and many patches of dirt. They looked like they went through hell and back. They also carried a huge bag upon their shoulders; it seemed to be full of who knows what. Their hair was long, but not too long. It was halfy tied up into a horrible bun in the back. It was all gray, which had brought out their age, and it was scruffed. But the beanie that they wore had covered the top of their head. They seemed to be the same height as Ford. But physically, they seemed huge. You were sure that this person was bulky as fuck under the sheets of clothes. Their shoulders were hella broad. 

Dipper gasped; he could scream and shout now, knowing where the first journal had gone. But he was more concerned about who this person was—could this be Ford’s brother? The same person in the files hidden in Ford's office?

. Ford immediately looked up from the ground after clutching onto his head. “Could that be?" He softly spoke. “No…This couldn’t be..." Ford stood up slower and steadily, worried that he was going to get attacked. But nothing came; instead, the unknown figure had remained. “S-Stanley?” Ford had mutters; his voice was noticeably shaky. 

The unknown person then had lifted his cracked goggles onto their heads. Their robotic arm reaches up to pull the scarf down. Now revealing their face, in which they were holding what seemed to be a furrowed stare. The stare alone can leave someone shaking right in their boots. He had a short white stubble covering the lower half of his face. A scar had covered most of his right eye; a foggy pupil was present. It was scary how much he looked like Ford. It wasn’t rocket science to know that it was Ford’s brother. 

But damn, how attractive this guy looked.

He looked around the basement, trying to get an understanding of his surroundings. He then looked at Ford, then Dipper and Mabel, then his eyes, scratch that, his one working eye had locked onto you. His stare was a little too long for your liking. You can see these eyes furrow just a little while he looked at you. You shivered under his gaze. You physically felt yourself shrink.

It felt like a whole bear setting its eyes upon its prey.

“Stanley!” Ford yelled, running towards his now-found brother. Making Stanley drift his eyes off of you to him. Before Ford could reach to bring him into a close hug, his footsteps faltered until he came to a full stop until he was a couple feet away from Stanely. 

The smile that was once on Ford’s face had disappeared. Regret and pain could be seen from Ford. He had trapped Stanley inside of the portal; he shouldn't be running up to him in glee. If anything, Stanley should be yelling at him, telling him how he was a horrible person for keeping him in there. Maybe even knocking his lights out because of this. 

Did Stanley ever forgive him?...

Ford tore his gaze from him, not wanting to make eye contact with his brother. He couldn’t after what he had done to him. “Listen, Stanley. I wish I could have brought you back sooner; I really do, but…” Ford faltered on his words, Now bringing himself to now look into his eyes; his eyes were now glossy. Stanley stared back at him, waiting for him to finish the rest of his sentence. Ford continued, “But I couldn’t risk having Bill use the portal into our dimension. And I…I” Ford then had lost his words, feeling himself crumble underneath the underwhelming feeling of Stanley's eyes upon him. 

As Ford tried to find his words, he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his upper torso tightly, cutting him off entirely. His face was then brought to a shoulder. Now, his once glossy eyes had begun to leak. And without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around his brother.

And man was the feeling great…

Although, Ford didn't feel the smile that was spread across his brother's face. Ford could hear a rough chuckle from his ear. “After all these years of running around dimensions, I didn't think you would actually want me back.” His gruff voice spoke into Ford’s shoulder. It was rough, but it had a shaky tone. Stanley’s voice was nostalgic to Ford, and oh, how he missed it. Ford had thought about his voice for years, wondering what he was doing between dimensions. Or even if he was alive. The thought had haunted his every dream.

Stanley had thought that after all these years of ruining Stanford’s life, he wouldn’t be welcomed back. He had carried that guilt with him everywhere he went. Hell, Stanley thought about bringing himself back to this dimension. But that same guilt had made him think that Stanford wouldn’t even want him near him. The thought of Ford turning his back to him after all these years was a recurring nightmare.

Stanley had finally let go of Ford; his hands were then put on Ford’s shoulders. They didn’t share any words, but they stared at each other like it was the last time they ever would. Taking in each other's features after not seeing each other for 30 years. It was cut off short when Mabel had lightly coughed into her hand.

“Ahem… Hi, Mabel here. But you must be Grunkle Ford’s brother. Stanley, am I right?” Mabel said as she stepped forward towards the two as she introduced herself. She tilted her head to the side and locked her hands together with just the pointer fingers pointing outwards. Both Stanley and Ford had broken there staring and looked towards Mabel. Stanley let go of his grip on Ford, and his face broke from the comforting smile to a confused look. 

“Uhh… Ford, these your kids?” Stanley questioned, but quickly had a thought pull him in. He turned towards Ford with a mischievous smirk. “Don't tell me you finally settled down and found yourself a woman, Ford.” He teased, hooking his right arm across Ford's shoulders. Bring Ford down to his chest, Ford awkwardly chuckled. “No Stanley, these are Shermie’s grandchildren. Meet Mabel and Dipper.” Ford can feel Stanley loosen his grip around Ford. Eventually letting him go to walk up to Mabel. 

Suddenly, when it was least expected. Stanley lifts Mabel up into the air, holding her by the sides of her torso. "Well, would you look at that…I have a great grand-niece… Stanley said in his soft, gruff voice. His head turns towards Dipper. Dipper shutters from his sharp gaze. Stanley threw Mabel onto his shoulder like a parrot and grabbed Dipper to do the same thing on the other shoulder. “And a great grand-nephew! I never knew that I could be a great uncle.” Everyone was shocked by how strong he was by just throwing them over his shoulder like a bag of feathers. Dipper and Mabel warmly laughed upon Stanley's shoulders as he softly looked up at them. Ford took in the lovely scenery as he watched from a distance.

You had watched this scene, and it was quite heartwarming. You studied the man, and from his very intimidating demeanor, he actually was a softie. 

He was warmly laughing with this niece and nephew, right until his gaze then turned towards you, his smile faltering as he intensely stared at you. His smile came to a complete stop.

Shit, nevermind. Not a big softie.

You watched worriedly as the big man lowered both of the twins to the ground softly; their laughter stopped as they felt themselves lowered and being put down. They took a quick glance at Stanley's face. It was serious and sort of scary. The color on your face had vanished when you saw him stand back up and boldly walk towards you. His steps like thunder in your ears, as well as your heartbeat. You heard Ford call out to him, but it was on deaf ears to Stanley.

You subconsciously began to walk back, hoping that you could put some space between you and the hunk of a man. But he continued to walk towards you. Your knees shook as you walked backwards and almost buckled as you felt something behind you, stopping you so you couldn’t go any further. You figured it was a fallen desk or a broken piece of the wall. You would check, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Stanley as he finally stood inches before you.

You could feel his breath, his gaze, the warmth of his body, his scent, everything. His fiery eyes had stared into yours, making you shrink under him. Your chests practically touch each other. His scent had filled your nose; it was smokey and had smelled like the woods. It was sort of intoxicating.

God, you are weird…

Was this man going to beat you into a pump? Or was he going to interrogate you while you were just about to piss yourself? Maybe both?

Maybe you can introduce yourself to ease this thick tension; yeah, that’s it! So, you shoved your good hand in front of you. From how fast you had brought your hand up, he didn't even flinch. Not one inch. Stanley just continued to stare at you, analyzing you. “Hello, I’m (y/n)... It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sir…” You cursed at yourself from the shakiness of your voice as you spoke. Your throat became dry. You can see his tense shoulders somehow soften. He glanced at your hand and back to you. You flinched as he lifted his hand to touch yours, afraid he was going to do something horrible. But it had caught you off guard when he turned your hand over and lifted it to his face. You felt his breath upon your hand; it sent shivers down your spine. His hand alone completely dwarfed yours. Stanley looked up and into your eyes; his eyes were now soft and gentle.

“Pleasure to meet you, (y/n). You can just call me Stan.” He softly spoke, your name rolling pleasantly off of his tongue. Now planting a kiss with his chapped lips into the back of your knuckles. It was slow and gentle; you felt a smile on his lips from your hands. His lips felt warm on your once-cold hands. Your face felt hot, along with the rest of your body. Nobody has ever shown you this type of respect. Or that's what you thought the gesture was. But, somehow, the kiss had felt like he had wanted more.

You heard an "ooooo" followed by squealing from Mabel, while Dipper mentally gagged as he loudly groaned. Ford facepalmed at his brother, “Please Stanley, not my assistant.” He muttered as he dragged his hand down his face. The last thing he wants is for his assistant and brother to become a thing. But then again, he had remembered how Stanley had said he was a “lady’s man” from a long time ago. He guess Stanley still got it in him.

The word assistant had caught Stan’s ears, making him lift his lips off of your hand. He turned his head slightly to look at his brother. “Assistant?…” He questioned, now shifting his eyes up at you. He stood back up and slowly lowered your hand back to your side, but his touch had lingered. A smirk settled on his rough facial features as he looked back at you. “That means I have a higher chance of seeing you again.” He winked at you; he took note of how you practically melted under his eyes.

“Yes Yes. Now, (Y/n), Dipper, Mabel. I think it's time for you all to go to bed. I need to catch up with Stanley about some things.” Ford announced while trying to pull his brother off of you. Stan's eyes lingered on you for a moment before giving Ford his full attention. They began to both walk in the middle of the basement to probably discuss what they had missed.

“Yes sir.” You replied as you waved toward Dipper and Mabel to follow you. Mabel's footsteps quickened while Dipper’s was slow. He was still trying to wrap his finger around today; everything was going too fast for his liking. 

Stan and Ford both watched the three of you walk to and into the elevator. Although Stan seemed to have his sights only on you. You could feel his lingering eyes from Miles away. You looked back to take one last look at the reunited brothers. You can confirm Stan was looking at you. His eyes made you feel like you were bare. You felt your face warm, and you quickly brought your eyes away to avoid his embarrassment. You and the kids silhouettes disappear as the elevator doors shut. 

The elevator ride was quiet until Mabel had spoken up. You already knew what was about to commence for the next couple of hours. You weren’t going to hear the end of it…

“Soooo…What was that abou-” 

“Dont start…”

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Ten

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Ten: Deals and Darling Overlords

Summary: After a disastrous meeting with Heaven, Alastor offers Charlie a solution to the extermination problem. (Y/N) meets a new overlord.

            The portal to Heaven opened up again, and everyone looked at it expectantly. Charlie and Vaggie stepped through, one after the other. Instantly, everyone frowned. Charlie was refusing to look at Vaggie, and Vaggie looked uncomfortable and gazed at Charlie sorrowfully.

            “What the fuck happened you two?” asked Angel, as tactless as ever.

            “The, uh, meeting with Heaven didn’t go well,” said Vaggie quietly.

            “What?” said Husk, frowning.

            Charlie crossed her arms, looking down. “The extermination is still coming, and Adam is coming for the hotel first.”

            “He’s what?” said (Y/N), blinking.

            “And I just discovered I’ve been lied to,” said Charlie sadly.

            “Charlie—” Vaggie reached out.

            “You should have told me!” said Charlie.

            “Uh oh,” said Angel, looking between them.

            “I wasn’t sure how to,” said Vaggie.

            “You were an exorcist!” said Charlie. She turned away. “And you didn’t say anything to me.” She ran up the stairs before anything else could be said.

            Vaggie looked down sadly before glancing up. She cringed as she felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on her.

            “You were an exorcist?” said Husk, narrowing his eyes.

            “I was,” admitted Vaggie. “But I…I stopped. I couldn’t hurt someone, and I was punished for it.” She touched her missing eye for a moment. “I don’t regret it, though. The exorcists…they’re in the wrong.” She looked at the group. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone. I wasn’t sure how. But I swear, I’m here to protect you and help you. You’re my friends.”

            “…Okay.” (Y/N) nodded.

            “Okay?” repeated Vaggie.

            “I believe you. I don’t think you’d still be here if you didn’t really believe in Charlie and the hotel,” said (Y/N). “So I believe that you know you were in the wrong as an exorcist.”

            Husk shrugged and crossed his arms. “You’re intense and mean as fuck sometimes, but you’re not that bad.”

            “I agree!” said Pentious.

            “I guess you’re fine, toots,” said Angel. “And who hasn’t done some bad stuff? We’re in Hell for a reason.”

            Vaggie smiled slightly. She was still accepted.

            “So, like, where are your wings?” Niffty went straight to her own curiosity.

            Vaggie deadpanned. “Niffty, I don’t have—”

            “Did you ever think maybe she’s sensitive about her lack of wings, just like her lack of tits?” snickered Angel. He was right back to making fun of Vaggie.

            “Yeah. Where are your tits?” said Niffty, attempting to look down Vaggie’s shirt.

            Vaggie sighed, back to being annoyed by everyone. “Any other questions?”

            “I got one.” Husk had settled in a chair with a drink. “How come every time Charlie talks to Heaven we get in deeper and deeper shit?”

            “It’s not her fault,” said Vaggie. “Angels are just—”

            “Jerks?” suggested (Y/N).

            “—difficult,” said Vaggie. “But Charlie’s trying her best.”

            “That’s turning out real well right now,” muttered Husk.

            “And what is Miss Fearless Leader doing? Is she running away from the situation? Should we be doing that?” said Angel. “Or is it time for another ‘doomed-to-fail’ plan?”

            “She’s coming up with something, I’m sure,” said Vaggie. She frowned. “In our room. Alone.”

            No one noticed Alastor melt into the shadows.

            “What could she possibly be coming up with this time?” said Husk. “The exorcists are coming sooner than ever. They’re coming for us. There is no way to fix this.”

            “I’m sure there is,” said Vaggie. “We just haven’t found it yet.”

            “I have a question,” said (Y/N).

            “What?” said Angel.

            “Does no one ever fight the angels?” they asked, twirling a vine around their finger.

            “Angels can’t be harmed. They can give us our final deaths, and we can’t do shit to them,” said Angel, rolling his eyes.

            (Y/N) frowned. “So we’re just supposed to sit here and die?”

            “That’s what Heaven wants,” growled Husk.

            “That’s super shitty,” said (Y/N).

            “Life is shitty,” said Angel. “And the afterlife.”

            “At leassst our sssituation can’t get any worssse,” said Pentious.

            On cue, a green light enveloped the entire hotel. Voodoo symbols glowed on the roof, and magical energy hummed in the air, ominous and foreboding.

            “No, no!” shouted Vaggie worriedly, running upstairs towards her and Charlie’s room.

            (Y/N) didn’t waste a second and ran up after her, determined to understand what was going on. They arrived at the hotel room a moment after Vaggie. The green light had subsided, and Alastor was walking out with a self-satisfied grin.

            “Ah, (Y/N), perfect timing,” said Alastor. “You and I are running an errand with Charlie.”

            “What happened in there?” asked (Y/N), frowning.

            “Just a little deal-making,” said Alastor cheerfully. He tapped (Y/N)’s head with his cane lightly. “Now turn that frown upside-down. We’re never fully dressed without a smile, remember?”

            “Right, right,” said (Y/N), putting on a smile.

            “Good,” said Alastor, leading the way downstairs.

            “What errand are we running?” asked (Y/N).

            “Exorcists can be killed with angelic weapons,” said Alastor.

            I knew there had to be a way to fight back, thought (Y/N).

            “We need numbers to fight, so that’s what we’re going to get,” said Alastor. His grin widened and became genuine. “We’re visiting an old friend of mine.”

            (Y/N) was about to ask if this friend would cause trouble like Mimzy, but Charlie’s voice cut through, first.

            “We have a job to do.”

            Alastor and (Y/N) turned to see Charlie emerging from her room.

            She looked back at Vaggie. “You with us?” Charlie didn’t wait for an answer and turned away. “Are you ready, Alastor?”

            “Of course,” said Alastor. “And (Y/N) is coming with us.” He neglected to mention he had decided they were.

            “Let’s go,” said Charlie, nodding firmly.

            It was time to start the preparations for one of the biggest fights of their afterlives.

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            (Y/N) glanced at the sign saying “Cannibal Town” as they walked with Charlie and Alastor in. They really shouldn’t be surprised, it was Hell, but they learned and saw new things every day in the afterlife.

            Speaking of learning new things, (Y/N) was learning about Charlie’s current relationship issues as she rambled.

            “Three years,” groaned Charlie. “Three years I’ve been sharing my life with her. And I tell her everything. My hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits. What fucking deodorant I like. And she keeps something like this from me. Why would she lie for so long? Does she think I wouldn’t accept her? What about me, me, says un-understanding…misunderstanding? Disunder—wait, where are we?”

            “Cannibal Town!” said Alastor brightly. “There’s a friend of mine I think you two should meet.” He linked arms with Charlie and (Y/N) and escorted them towards an emporium.

            “In Cannibal Town? But it’s…” Charlie looked around and watched everyone going about their day with more decorum than many other places in the Pride Ring. “It’s…surprisingly nice here.”

            “I like how calm it is,” said (Y/N). Compared to so many other places, it really was nice.

            “Isn’t it, though?” agreed Alastor. “And it’s all thanks to a very special someone.” He pushed the doors of the emporium open, and the three stepped inside.

            “Well, who hasn’t thought about eating their first husband?” A charmingly dressed demon with skeletal features laughed lightly. “I certainly would have if he didn’t taste so bad!” She smiled at her customer. “I tell you what. You bring old tall, dark, and armless to me, and I’ll straighten them right out, okay, sweetie? Now, here’s my card, and—” She noticed Alastor. “Oh my stars. Do my eyes deceive me?” She smiled with genuine joy.

            Alastor waved, and (Y/N) noticed that he seemed truly pleased to see her.

            “Alastor? Alastor!” The woman ran up. “Where have you been?” She grabbed Alastor’s shoulders, and he smiled as she spun him around affectionately. “These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and—” She noticed Charlie looking around. “Oh. Who’s this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she’s much to young for you,” she teased before laughing. “Oh, I’m just kidding. I know you’re an ace in the hole.”

            “A what now?” said Alastor, completely clueless.

            (Y/N) perked up. Alastor was asexual, like they were. That was…nice.

            The demoness woman saw them behind Alastor, and her smile widened. “And you brought another friend? Alastor, you’ve been so sociable!” She grinned at (Y/N). “You’re adorable! Look at those roses—can I touch?” she asked.

            “Uh, sure?” said (Y/N).

            The demoness gently traced a rose on (Y/N)’s head, and (Y/N) felt a smile appear on their face. She was soft and kind. “How sweet! Oh, I love roses.”

            (Y/N) really liked her energy. She felt comfortable to be around, calm and warm.

            “But where are your manners, Mister?” said the woman, putting her hands on her hips and looking at Alastor. “Introduce us, why don’t you?”

            “Ah, yes, Charlie, (Y/N), this is Rosie,” announced Alastor. “The most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the pentagram!”

            Rosie curtsied. “Oh, always such a charmer.”

            “And, Rosie, it’s my pleasure to introduce you first to Princess Charlie Morningstar—” Alastor pushed her forward “—daughter of Lucifer and heir to the throne of Hell!”

            “How do you do?” said Charlie nervously.

            “Well, well, isn’t this a regal surprise?” said Rosie, smiling. “And what about the little rose demon?”

            “This is (Y/N),” said Alastor. “My protégé.”

            “Hi,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “A protégé?” Rosie raised a brow, running through all of her thoughts and opinions on that before smiling. “How nice! Alastor needs to make more friends. Now, come in, come in.” She pulled (Y/N) and Charlie farther into the emporium. “Can I offer you something to eat? I’m sure I have a leg around here or something. Oh, what am I thinking, that’s too heavy. How about something lighter on the stomach? How about some nice pinky fingers?”

            “Um, no, no. Thank you, though,” said Charlie, staring at the pinky fingers.

            “I’m alright, thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Oh, look at you two, so polite!” Rosie patted (Y/N) and Charlie on the head. “Alastor, you could learn a thing or two.” She pulled (Y/N) and Charlie to a sitting room. “Well, sit down, sit down. Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you.” Charlie sat down like a client, but before any business, Rosie grinned at Alastor. “You know, Alastor, I got a primo connect on a guy with about eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickings for a deal to be made.”

            “I appreciate the offer, but we’re here on business of another kind,” said Alastor, gesturing to Charlie.

            “Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” said Rosie. She picked up her teacup. “I’m a very busy woman.”

            “Well, as you know…” Charlie cleared her throat and broke down into panic. “The extermination is coming early. It’ll be here in a month. And they’re coming for my hotel and my friends first. And I-I-I—”

            “We need your help,” said (Y/N).

            “Your cannibals’ help, at least, to fend off the attack,” added Alastor.

            “Wow, when you ask a favor, you don’t start small, do you, Your Highness?” said Rosie. Charlie’s face fell, and Rosie smiled comfortingly. “Oh, now, don’t fret. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help, but I assume there’s more to this plan than a bunch of unarmed cannibals.”

            “Oh, your people will be far from helpless when we’re done with them,” said Alastor. His grin sharpened. “And by the end, they will be able to eat their fill.”

            “Well, in that case, sure. Why not?” chirped Rosie.

            “Really?” said Charlie, eyes wide.

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “What can I say? I like your moxie, girl, and you’re just so sweet, darling,” said Rosie, smiling at Charlie and (Y/N). She grinned at Alastor, and the genuine friendship between the two was palpable. “And old Alastor has never done me wrong before.”

            “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” said Charlie.

            “Yes, thanks,” agreed (Y/N), smiling. They might have a chance as long as they got the cannibals completely on their side and armed them.

            (Y/N) had a chance to keep their family.

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Dirt-Stained Fingers

Danny Phantom Oneshot // Read on [AO3] // Fic Masterlist

Content Warning: Corpse AU, Horror, Nobody Knows AU, non-graphic depictions of a corpse

That should be the end of it. His parents are happy, the portal is working, and Danny doesn’t get grounded for messing around where he shouldn’t be. Case closed, happily ever after, the end, everyone can just move on with their life now and Danny can just bury this incident into the confines of his mind with little to no consequences. Except… Well, the memory problems are concerning, but at least he isn’t dead. *** Based off a prompt on the Haunting Heroes server: "Nobody knows AU-- including Danny"

Danny comes out of the accident relatively unscathed. Well, no, he’s probably got some fried nerves, and definitely has some singed hair, and he doesn’t know when this extreme clumsiness will go away, but as far as accidents in a science lab tend to go, he got off pretty easy. 

He doesn’t tell anyone about the accident. Not his parents, who’ll one-hundred-percent ground him until he gets into college, not his friends, on the off chance they let something slip (a secret is best kept with only one person after all), and definitely not Jazz, who’ll fuss over him and then tell their parents anyway. 

That should be the end of it. His parents are happy, the portal is working, and Danny doesn’t get grounded for messing around where he shouldn’t be. Case closed, happily ever after, the end, everyone can just move on with their life now and Danny can just bury this incident into the confines of his mind with little to no consequences.

Except…

Well, the memory problems are concerning, but at least he isn’t dead. 

***

There’s an essay due for English class tomorrow and Danny still hasn’t started. He sits down, pulls out a couple sheets of loose-leaf paper from his binder (because Mr. Lancer insists that all their essays be handwritten,) and sets a timer for two hours on his clock. The clock flashes at him—5:30 P.M. — in bright red, blocky colors.

 The first sentence comes easy enough—

***

Danny wakes up.

His hands are shaking and he feels weirdly cold. 

The clock flashes 10:30 P.M. 

He still only has one sentence.

***

These…blackouts, or whatever they are, have been happening more and more. It used to just be once a week, but now it’s practically everyday and they’re getting longer and longer. Danny can’t figure heads or tails of what’s causing it to happen, and for some odd reason no one seems to realize that he’s blacking out?

Sam and Tucker just say that he spaces out sometimes and then suddenly excuses himself to go to the bathroom or just flat out bails on their plans. But Danny doesn’t remember any of that happening. Not at all. 

He starts keeping track of the times he’s blacking out in a notebook.

After a few weeks he realizes that every incident almost neatly lines up with when there’s a ghost attack. 

(It’s…a coincidence. It’s definitely a coincidence.)

***

Danny wakes up at the edge of the forest. 

He doesn’t remember how he got there.

He was— he was just walking home from school a second ago.

Why are his clothes so dirty? It’s like he’s been rolling around in the dirt or something.

***

“Yo, Danny, what happened to your hands?”

Danny startles awake. He’s in front of his locker at school, the small mirror inside reflecting the deep shadows under his eyes making his already sickly looking skin look even worse. The watch he’s taken to wearing everywhere says it’s 7:20 A.M., meaning first period hasn’t started yet.

Tucker waves his hands in front of Danny’s face. “Hello? Earth to Danny, anyone in there?”

Danny quickly shakes his head. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Tucker drew his brows together in concern. “Your hands, Danny. They look terrible, what did you do to them?” He looks down at his hands and sees scratches and cuts along the palm that weren’t there before and dirt caked beneath his chipped fingernails. 

It’s like he’s been clawing at something in the dirt.

“I…don’t know.”

***

The ghost attacks are only increasing, or so Danny hears. He still hasn’t actually seen a ghost but the entire town bears the scars of these attacks. 

He learns that there’s a few ghost hunting groups that are active—his parents among them—but only one is actually effective. Ironically, it’s another ghost. The media calls him Inviso-bill (which is stupid), but everyone at Casper High just refers to him as the Ghost Boy. 

No one knows his actual name. The Ghost Boy disappears from the fight as quickly as he arrives, and the few videos or photos that people manage to capture all turn out blurry or become corrupted in some way.

He seems friendly from what Sam and Tucker say, though his parents just grumble and call the Ghost Boy a menace. Maybe it’d be worth it to try and find this guy and see if he has any clue as to what’s going on with Danny. 

***

It’s in the middle of sorting out his laundry that he finds it: a receipt from the local hardware store showing that he purchased a shovel. 

He searches the house from top to bottom but can’t find a shovel anywhere.

***

His mom slides a note from the school across the table to him. Danny only catches a few words, truancy and missed classes being some of them.

“Danny,” Mom says in that soft saccharine voice that toes the line between concern and disappointment. Her hands cover his and it's only now that Danny realizes how cold his skin is. “Is there something you want to tell us? Are you having trouble at school?”

He doesn’t know what to say. What can he say? That he doesn’t remember skipping? That all he remembers is stepping inside the building and then waking up someplace else.  

***

“My gosh, Danny, you look terrible.” Jazz puts her hand on his forehead, feeling for a temperature. “You don’t have a fever but your skin feels freezing! Maybe you should stay home today.” Mom and Dad are quick to agree, thoughts of all his previous absences at school far from their minds, and usher Danny off to bed with some hot chicken soup and ten different blankets. 

He wakes up six hours later in front of the bathroom sink, his pajamas full of dirt and grass-stains. 

***

Danny’s hand spasms and he drops one of the beakers during his chemistry lab. One of the shards manages to cut a big line across his palm.

The nurse says it’ll probably scar.

***

“Danno? Where’ve you been, buddy, we were worried sick!” Dad practically carries Danny inside the house, sitting him on the sofa.

“Um…sorry, Dad. I guess I just lost track of time at the library.”

Mom’s stopped pacing around the living room, her arms are crossed, feet tapping impatiently against the plush carpet. “We’ve been calling you for hours!”

Were they? Danny reaches into his pocket and pulls out a broken cellphone. “Sorry, I, um, I accidentally dropped it earlier.”

Jack sighs, carding his fingers through Danny’s hair. “Alright, son, we’ll fix it later, ok. Just…your mom and I are worried. What with the ghost attacks and now all these bodies popping up, I think we’d feel more at ease if you just come straight back home after school ok?”

Danny blinks. “I’m sorry— bodies? What do you mean bodies?”

***

Apparently these bodies have been front page news in Amity Park for the past couple weeks. Well, people call them bodies but they’re mostly just skeletons. All skeletons with similar bone structure suggestive of a young male, but forensics for some reason aren’t able to date these bodies nor get a good enough DNA sample. All attempts come up corrupted in some way.

People have been looking through cold cases and missing persons reports from the last century to try and pin down the identities of these skeletons.

Freaky, sure, but it’s got nothing to do with him.

***

“Looks like that scar of yours went away,” Sam remarks.

Danny blinks, looking down at his smooth and unblemished hands. The scar on his palm from when he dropped that beaker isn’t there. 

In fact, none of the cuts and scrapes he’s woken up to are there either. It’s like they never happened at all. 

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Guess I’m lucky.”

***

He wonders if this whole thing is some kind of possession. It makes sense, doesn’t it? A ghost takes over his body, shoves his consciousness somewhere in the back of Danny’s mind in the same way Dash likes shoving people into lockers, and only lets Danny out once he’s had his fun. 

But why Danny?

And why is it that no one ever notices anything wrong with how he’s acting? I mean, with the exception of the whole skipped classes and bailing on plans bit, most people think that Danny’s been acting the same as he’s always been. 

He still hasn’t seen the Ghost Boy either. 

Maybe Danny should just bite the bullet and ask his parents for help—

He stubs his toe against something, the dull clang of metal echoing throughout his room. There’s…a handle of some kind sticking out from underneath his bed. He gets on his knees and pulls it out.

It’s a shovel.

The head of it is caked with dirt. 

***

Seven days after he finds the shovel, Danny wakes up inside his room. There’s dirt under his fingernails, and by this point it’s become routine to spend extra time in the bathroom checking his body for additional wounds before scrubbing it clean. 

When he goes down to the living room, his parents are standing in front of the T.V. with grim looks on their faces. The normally grinning news anchor’s face is somber as the headline scrolls past the bottom of the screen: ANOTHER BODY FOUND. 

This one's fresher than the ones before, apparently. According to official reports, the face of the victim is horrifically mangled, like the flesh has been melted off. The investigators could at least make out a couple distinctive traits; black hair, blue eyes, and a jagged scar running across the palm.

***

The police have combed through the woods and unearthed more corpses. 

There’s a sinking feeling in Danny’s gut as he realizes that the number of bodies coincides with the number of times he’s blacked out.

***

Danny wakes up in the middle of the woods, a shovel in his hands and dirt staining his clothes. There’s a pit in front of him that’s six-feet deep, loose soil just starting to cover the distinctly body-shaped lump at the bottom. 

Bile crawls up his throat and he’s quick to swallow it back down. 

Run away is his first instinct, but the curiosity and anxiety that’s been gnawing at him for months demands to be sated. Against his wishes, his legs move closer to the pit, and slowly he clambers down to the very bottom. When he kneels, he tries not to step on any part that feels…fleshy.

He pushes away some of the dirt with his hands, each time slowly uncovering more and more skin. A pale torso, thin shoulders, the pale column of a neck, and then— a mangled, half-melted face with short black hair and glassy blue eyes. It’s the same as the last body.

(Maybe it’s the same as all the bodies they’ve found.)

But despite the state of the face, there’s something about it that’s awfully familiar. The answer is at the tip of Danny’s tongue, and in his intense focus he stoops low enough that he can see his own reflection in the corpse’s eyes.

Oh. 

Now Danny remembers where he’s seen this face.

It’s his.

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I don't understand people who claim Ford doesn't care about Stan or Mabel.

Like, yeah he and Stan are fighting but Ford has every right to be mad at that Stan stole his identity and turned his home into Mystery Museum that makes his work seem like bs.

I say as a Stan lover.

Also he doesn't know that Stan doesn't have anywhere else to go and that he didn't have anything going for him before their fight.

He's mad at his brother but he's not heartless.

Also he's been in another dimension for thirty years. I'm sure anyone would he mad in his shoes.

And, keeping in mind they were born in the fifties? And grew up in a time where things Filbrick did weren't acknowledged as abuse? He probably doesn't even realize that their dad did more than discipline him and Stan yet.

As for Mabel...

Did they not see how he practically melted when he found out he was a grunkle?

Did they not see how he pulled a gun on a bus driver just so she could keep her pig? Like I understand not knowing the comic where he went to find Mabel exists but ignoring those two things? And ignoring how absolutely gutted he was when he found out Stan didn't remember him or the kids after Bill was erased from his mind?

This man loves his family. He's just somewhat emotionally inebt like Stan (because they were born in the fifties and abuse can mess up your emotional state and how you show them).

Glad to see someone defending Ford without dismissing Stan's feelings.

Yeah, like???

Though it really just comes down to victim blaming, a lack of compassion for abuse victims, hating imperfect abuse victims, and hating autistic-coded characters.

And yeah, Ford had every right to be pissed, like??? If one of my siblings stole my identity and turned my life's work (which also happened to be my Special Interest) into a joke/freak show I'd be super mad, too!

That's not even getting into the fact that the portal was gonna destroy the world! Of course Ford was mad Stan fired it up! I'm not mad Stan did, of course, most people in Stan's position would. But most people in Ford's position would be mad about it. Ford's not """ungrateful""" for being mad about that.

And him being mad at Stan doesn't mean he doesn't love Stan. You can feel more than one emotion at once.

And yeah. Ford's autistic coding (already having low empathy and low emotional intelligence) coupled with Filbrick's abuse? Yeah. It's not surprising he's not super emotionally adept. And he canonically has terrible social skills.

Low empathy and low emotional intelligence are not moral failings.

Ford literally loves Mabel with all his heart. His first words upon meeting her were "I like this kid, she's weird'.

And yes, he was devastated upon having to erase Stan's mind and over Stan's memory loss!

He also tried to help Stan win the election. Yes, his methods of doing so were...not morally correct, but that's kind of par for the course for this show.

Ford loves his family!

You're welcome! I'll always defend Ford (cause this fandom has a serious problem with victim blaming), but Stan's feelings are also valid.

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I would literally pay you to write a sequel to Humanity’s Most Favored Fantasy where the reader ends up in heaven but goes back cuz she needs everyone to know she's OK and alastor confesses cuz he won't miss the chance twice

A/N It was supposed to be a one off but I can totally make this happen bc I do feel like she would be redeemed. Sorry for so many posts today, I am really trying to get through these requests before the week of midterms I am going to deal with next week followed by a family vacation.

Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy pt. 2 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Part One: Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy (Alastor x Reader)

Warnings: I don't think there are any but please correct me if I am wrong. A tiny little baby bit of angst?? Idk, man.

Word Count: 1,783

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"You have to send me back."

Sera watched Heaven's two newest angels with careful consideration. They were each the first of their kind as far as either she or Emily knew, sinners having been redeemed.

"You have to at least let me talk to them!" Y/n pleaded, "Please, Charlie needs to know it worked. This... this place, that hotel, it's her dream. She's been dreaming for this all her life, working for it, giving it everything she has her whole life! She needs to know, she deserves to know."

"I mean, Sera, what harm could it do?" Emily tentatively asked her companion.

Y/n turned, looking back at Sir Pentious for help. Both had died in the battle for the hotel, only to be reborn as angels. They each had sacrificed themselves to Adam and his wrath for the sake of their friends, their newly found family.

The journey to Heaven had changed them. Sir Pentious was decked out in all white and gold, little hearts hidden everywhere over his body because it was his confession to Cheri that had been the final straw, that absolute show of humility in the face of sudden violent fear. Y/n on the other hand had found her angle form very similar to the statues she'd poured over as a human. A chiton hung lightly from her shoulders, her hair pulled up in an imperial Roman style and laurels winding their way around her head and through her hair. She looked positively monumental.

"Please." Y/n turned back to Sera, noting Pentious' hesitation, "You... you have to. Aren't we supposed to be all about fairness? About kindness? About caring for others?"

"She's got a point." Emily hummed, "I think we should give them a portal, at least so they can talk to their friends."

It was now Sir Pentious stepped forward, shaking slightly as he still tried to take in his new surroundings. Unlike Y/n who had disregarded them entirely in favor of the fight she was now picking with the seraphim, Pentious was overwhelmed and confused, completely loosing himself to the situation.

"Um... please, my ladies." he tentatively began before Y/n desperately cut him off.

"We wont ask for anything! Ever again! Right Pen?"

Sir Pentious nodded eagerly, his hands clasped before his chest. Emily turned to Sera, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Come on, Sera! Please!"

Sera sighed. This whole occasion was completely unheard of, totally uncharted territory.

"I suppose."

She would need to talk to God, need to get some form of guidance. For now, allowing the redeemed sinners to speak to their friends didn't seem to be too much of a risk. Emily clapped her hands in excitement, Y/n could have cried.

"Thank you."

Reluctantly, Sera nodded her head in welcome and with a flick of her wrist, a spinning disc of gold appeared in the air.

"Here are the rules." she carefully began, "One, you are not to speak to them where Emily and I cannot see both you and them through the portal. Two, there is a time limit. You get five minutes. Thre-"

"Oh come on, Sera!" Emily cut in, "Isn't that enough? This is their family, they might never get to see them again."

Sera let out another world weary sigh. She didn't have the energy to fight with Emily, it was all too much.

"Fine, fine." she waved the younger seraphim off, "Are you two ready?"

Y/n and Pentious met one another's gaze.

"Yes." Sir Pentious answered for them, "I believe so."

With a snap of Sera's fingers, the center of the glowing disc spread open like the aperture of a camera. The sight that met their eyes caused Y/n to gasp, her hands flying to her mouth.

The hotel looked completely different. Everything was nicer, shinier, bigger than either former sinner had ever seen it.

"The fuck is that?" they heard Cherri ask in her thick, Australian drawl.

"It's us!" Sir Pentious happily replied and in a flash, every member of the hotel was gathered on the other side of the portal.

"Charlie!" Y/n exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks, "Angie! Husker!"

"Y/n? Pen?" Charlie asked, her eyes wide.

"You did it!" Y/n happily replied.

"Where are you guys?" Nifty asked, looking in awe at Y/n and Pentious' stark white surroundings.

"We're in Heaven." Sir Pentious proudly replied.

"Say hi Sera, Emily!"

Emily ducked into view of the others, waving excitedly while Sera stayed put.

"Or... not Sera, I guess." Y/n mumbled, a bit disappointed.

Charlie turned to Vaggie, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and shaking her intensly.

"Vaggie!" she screamed in excitment.

"You did it! I'm so proud of you." Vaggie smiled up at her girlfriend, caressing her cheek gently with one of her hands.

"We did it." Charlie corrected, turning back to Y/n and Sir Pentious, "Oh my gosh, you guys! I'm so..."

Charlie sniffled and Y/n laughed, her eyes soft with care.

"We love you too Charlie. We..."

She turned to Sera, catching the look the seraphim shot her that alerted them to their dwindling time.

"We don't have much time." Sir Pentious finished for Y/n, "We just wanted to let you all know. We had to let you all know. Cheri, my dear?"

Cheri's cheeks flushed pink as Angle elbowed her playfully.

"Uh, yeah?"

Pentious smiled.

"I hope to see you soon."

"Sure. Whatever." Cheri looked away and Husk laughed.

"We hope to see all of you soon." Y/n added and then her face fell.

She hadn't meant to sour the mood with the impossibility of her words. Vaggie put a comforting arm around Charlie and Y/n could have sworn she saw one of Alastor's ears twitch from where he stood at the back of the group.

Alastor had been the only one to say nothing to the pair so far. The portal was growing smaller and the only thing on Y/n's mind was letting everyone at the hotel who she knew she might never get the chance to see again know how grateful she was to have had the opportunity to know them.

Brow furrowed, eyes lightly panicked, she turned to Charlie.

"Charlie, I love you." she announced, tears beginning to pool in her eyes, "I am so grateful for you, for everything you've done. You're an incredible person and I... I'm going to miss you so much. Same with you Vaggie. You are the brightest pair of people of any sort I have ever met."

That was the last straw for Charlie. The demon Princess began to bawl and with Angel and Cheri's help, Vaggie lead her out of sight of the portal. Next, Y/n fixed her gaze on Husk.

"Husker, I don't know if... if you or Nifty even want... it doesn't matter." she took a deep breath, "You are both such incredible people, thank you for being my friends."

Husk smiled sadly at her as Nifty latched onto his leg, hugging it tightly as tears began to fall. Lastly, Y/n turned to look at Alastor.

Out of everyone at the hotel, she knew Alastor the least. They never spoke much and when they were in the same room together, he always seemed to be as far away from her as he could get. It was complicated and confusing, but Y/n still knew none of this would have been possible without his help. She took a deep breath.

"Alastor?"

His ears picked up at the sound of her voice saying his name. Warily, he turned to face her.

Ever since the portal had appeared, his brain had been a rushing mess of thought, his heart a caged bird, trapped in the confines of his chest. He had thought he had lost any hope, any chance. Things had suddenly become much more complicated.

"I know we were never close." Y/n began and his breath caught in his throat, "I just... none of this would have been possible without you. I know you have no interest in redemption and... I wish I had gotten to know you better. You're... even though I don't really know you all to well, I want you to know that I love you all the same."

It was the first time, the very first time, those words had ever been directed from her to him. It felt better than Alastor ever could have imagined.

"I love you too."

The words had left his mouth before he'd really been able to think them through. His cheeks flushed pink at the realization of what he had said, Y/n's eyes widened, her lips slightly parted.

It was strange. Maybe it was because he always avoided her, maybe it was because she thought he hated her. Maybe it was a billion different reasons why she had never considered the idea before but none of those things mattered because she heard his words now, considered them now. Y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, she wanted to love him back. Not platonically because maybe, just maybe, in this moment, all she wanted to do was reach through the portal and kiss him.

Those were thoughts to deal with later. She would have time later, she didn't now. The portal's closure became faster and Y/n sent a panicked look towards Sera and Emily. They were, however, unyielding in her silent plea and so she turned back to the quickly shrinking image of Alastor, Husk, and Nifty.

"I..." her voice trembled, "Fuck! Alastor, there's no time. I... fuck!"

There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions left unasked. Alastor, to her surprise, broke through her stressed mutterings, fueled by a sudden, wild courage. It was that human part of him, that one remaining spark of light.

"It's alright." he took a step closer, "You don't have to answer I just... I needed you to know. When Adam... when you died, the... nothing mattered anymore. I never thought I'd get the chance to say it, to tell you the truth. I had to, I had... I'm sorry."

"No! Alastor!" She yelled fiercely back at him, her eyes wild and determined as he loved them best, "Never apologize for loving someone. Never apologize for caring. I..."

The portal was almost shut now.

"Come find me!"

In a burst of golden light like phoenix fire, the portal vanished. Y/n was breathless, she turned to Pentious who was smiling brightly.

"He loves me."

He nodded and she giggled giddily.

"He loves me!"

As reality set in, the joy slipped from her face.

"And I'll probably never see him again."

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[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Adam x Reader P.2 (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

You

Heaven.

That was where you ended up.

No, no, no this can't be happening -

Your internal thoughts keep getting cut off by people trying to speak to you, to welcome and guide you, but you completely shut everything and everyone out. All you can think is that you'll never see your friends again, they could all die without you down there. And worst of all, you know eventually you'll come face to face with him.

He's the entire fucking reason you ended up here! If he wasn't meddling with your life, you would've been surrounded by your friends, fighting. Not exposed on a rooftop.

That's it, you decided. From here on out, I hate him. Clenching your jaw, you allow yourself to be pulled along by the angels, guiding you to your new room and giving you a general tour.

The most notable people you'd met so far had been Sera and Emily, two of the upper-level angels around. They arranged a meeting with you to discuss "what this means," and left you alone in your room.

What this means? You think to yourself. For who though?

--

Adam

Still clutching onto (Y/N)'s now lifeless body, he slowly began to lower her down, rubbing the dried tears from his eyes.

Lute just stood, silently. She's probably confused. He thought to himself. And she's got that judgy-bitch look in her eyes I know she gets.

"Sir-" She started.

"Just don't." He took one last look at the body before him, then sounded the signal, opening up the portal to head back into Heaven.

Heaven seemed.. different. Everyone was running all over the place. Adam could tell they were still trying to act like everything was okay, but truthfully, the entire kingdom just had an uncomfortable, almost panicked buzz flying around it, like a swarm of angry bees on a hot summer day.

"Lute, what the fuck is going on?"

"I- I'm not sure sir. I'll go see."

She flew on ahead, and he paused, taking a good look around. People ran up to each other speaking in hurried, hushed tones, others were locking their windows and drawing their blinds.

Finally, Adam grabbed the wrist of the first person he came across. "You. What the fuck is going on here?"

The man stutters, his eyes barely registering Adam. They were glazed over like foggy glass, beads of sweat forming on the tip of his nose.

"They - they made it in."

Adam furrowed his brow. "Who did?"

"The sinners!" He screamed, wrenching his wrist free and bolting down the street.

"Oh HELL no."

Adam knew he had to find Sera. Fast.

--

"Sera! Sera, you bitch, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?" He doubles over, panting, somehow out of breath.

"Adam. We have a problem."

"Yeah, so I was hearing. A sinner got into Heaven? Was there a breach or something?"

She shakes her head, looking grim. "A death."

He looks at her, taken aback. "A death? Of a sinner from Hell? That's impossible Sera."

"Well, believe it Adam. That's not the worst of it, either.." She trails off, walking towards a window, staring out over the city. "Well, what then?" He questions.

She stands silently for a moment, before turning to him, her face falling. "It's her, Adam."

He can feel his heart drop into his stomach. "Her who?" He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

"Don't play games."

"She CAN'T fucking be here Sera! She just- she can't, okay? There's no way, that's impossible." He can feel his hands shake, and his breath quickens.

"Go see for yourself then. Room 4B." She dangles a key from her fingertips.

Snatching it, he spreads his wings, clenching his teeth through the pain of his now-rapidly healing wing, and flies down the halls as fast as he can.

There's no way, there's no way, there's no way -

Room 4B. He stops in front of it, unsure what to do now that he's made it this far.

Adam lifts a shaky hand to the door and..

--

You

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Lifting your weary head from the now tear-stained pillows, you turn to look at the door through the darkness of the room.

It comes again. More urgent this time. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

You groan. You really didn't want to deal with any of this right now, but you pulled yourself up anyways, knowing they'd never leave.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"Fuck, I'm COMING! Hold on!"

You flip on the lights and glance in the mirror, wincing at the makeup stains running down your face, but not bothering to clean it.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"Oh my fucking god, just be patient will yo-"

You cut yourself off as you swing open the door and find Adam standing before you.

"Holy shit, you're alive." Is all he can manage to stutter out.

You glare at him.

"What the FUCK do you want?"

"Look, just hear me out-" You cut him off with a satisfying punch directly in his jaw. His mask cracks.

"Um, OW, fucking bitch!" He cradles his jaw. "Will you just fucking listen for a second?"

"This is all YOUR fault!" You shout, feeling your eyes get hot with tears. "I don't want to be here!"

He blinks. "Why wouldn't you want to be in Heaven?"

"Because, asshole, my entire life was down there! Maybe it was Hell, but my friends and I were building something good. And all you ever do is try to tear it down!" You swing at him again.

This time, he anticipates your punch, catching your wrist and pulling you toward him. "Yeah, and with good reason. What do you think would happen to Heaven if you and all your little sinners tried uprising? It would be chaos! It-"

You attempt, and fail, to wrench your wrist away from him. "Let me go!" His grip tightens.

"Can you LISTEN for a minute?" You quiet down, breathing heavily. "What?"

"You.. I.." He stutters, seemingly unsure of how to say what he wanted.

Is he.. blushing?

"What do you want, Adam?"

"You need to know the truth. About us."

"Us."

His grip on your wrist softens slightly. "We knew each other, a long time ago."

You blink. "Yeah right, Adam, I think I'd remember that."

He looks away. "Except you wouldn't, because.. your memory was wiped."

You try to take a step back, but he doesn't let go. "What are you talking about?"

"We used to.." He stops. "He just used to know each other, alright?"

We.. knew each other?

How?

--

Don't forget, I'm always accpeting requests

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

[vladdyissues]

something i noticed and wanted a second opinion on but there's something really interesting i noticed watching s1 again: vlad has all the power and control as a human, we've seen that established over and over again but

he's kinda. not got that as a ghost. he's powerful, sure. and he's got all kinds of artifacts he's been hunting down. but then you have Poindexter and Skulker calling Danny the halfa, or one of a kind, respectively, when Vlad's been operating for nearly 20 years. no other ghosts seem to acknowledge him if they can help it, no one talks to or about him if they can help it, DEFINITELY no one would come to his aid freely if he didn't pass the ball to some other ghost (such as DANNY, the kid in operation for maybe a year and a half by series' end). especially interesting because Skulker works for Vlad more than once, we know they know of each other, but it's Danny who's the worthy prey. there are ghosts that seem to do regular work for him but they all seem notably weak compared to the ones Danny usually fights

it just really sticks out to me that this dynamic could be totally reversed as ghosts and it feels like Vlad is constantly trying to make it so Danny doesn't notice

goblinhoursinsomniaramblings asked: addendum to ask now the sleep gremlins knocked me out for an hour or two: -what i meant by power and control was mainly soft power (fame/connections/fortune/accomplishments) which all have RADICALLY different definitions in the ghost zone, seems like -what i mean by constantly trying to keep him from noticing is: every time danny catches onto vlad, the insults to his human side tick up (bad grades, age difference, being related to Jack, etc). of particular note is Reign Storm, with his parting shot about chess feeling like bluster given everything Danny had just pulled off

Those are some really poignant observations. I think a lot of it, especially this,

but then you have Poindexter and Skulker calling Danny the halfa, or one of a kind, respectively, when Vlad's been operating for nearly 20 years

just boils down to slapdash writing and planning, and if not that, then a need for Danny to be as special and unique and MC as possible. Although it opens an avenue for a lot of really interesting headcanons about Vlad's initial transformation when he was in college—if it even happened then, which I don't think it did. It's not like he was immediately turned into a ghost in front of Jack and Maddie; he didn't even lose consciousness, as was the case with Danny.

Maybe his transformation was more gradual, especially seeing as he was blasted by a much smaller portal—but it also could have been much more powerful, concentrated emission—and only from the neck up*. Did he look like Plasmius from the get-go, or was the look something he had to build over the next twenty years? Or if his ghost half immediately took on the appearance of Plasmius, perhaps that would lead the rest of the ghosts in the Zone to believe he was fully ghost?

*I think this is where a lot of the "Danny is the One True Halfa because he received a full-body dose of radiation and Vlad is only partial ghost" fan theories come from.

Of all the humanoid spectral entities, Danny still appears the most mortal, at least in terms of a normal skin tone, so maybe that's another reason why he received the label of "halfa" while Plasmius was able to keep his status more ambiguous. Or at least only share it with his minions and mercs.

Pariah was pretty surprised.

his parting shot about chess feeling like bluster given everything Danny had just pulled off

Exactly. I think he was impressed by Danny—after all, he successfully copied Vlad's duplication technique for the first time (come on, he had to feel a little bit of pride; the boy he wanted to be his son copying his moves? Implementing them successfully? A chip off the old block. Vlad was smiling and smug for the rest of the episode). The little gloating jab he made as Danny passed out was as mild as they come. Danny's taken worse insults from his friends and family.

He's literally making this face ⁀▽⁀ like, come on.