#and i'm expected to do a shit ton of homework on the side!!!

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

National Showdown!

Summary: In which, the students of RSA had caught a rumor of a magicless prefect from another world staying in... NRC!?!?!?? Now you, reader are about to experience a whole ass Rollercoaster with these guys. So much chaos running around, declarations of love being thrown around, and unspoken yearning from their hidden heart almost boils over and accidentally spills over. Which, you almost caught them. (But, you didn't. Since you're too busy holding in your sanity from being thrown into an RSA boy and another so forth.) [💋VERSION1]

A/n: Okay, so idk what I'm doing. My writing is ass. Please forgive me, my angels. 🙏🙏🙏 like this is prolly my second post abt Twst (the other posts are just me talking random sht) and although, it isn't as good as the other writers I look up too, please note this is my first time writing and that expectations make me nervous 🙏 Again, forgive me for my dumbass that may get lost in this fic.

💋⚠️⁉️(Warnings!): Too much love and jealousy in the air, OOC (maybe), some bad Grammer (I just KNOW that ima write smth wrong here), Vil probably internally losing his shit bc the reader got kidnapped, Floyd is abt to fcking implode Royal Swords Academy, Jade is prolly thinking of hiring hitmans (but ultimately decides not to, bc he maybe one himself), everyone at NRC is plotting assassinations for the RSA students (excluding scarabia, Kalim might get ptsd from this, mb gang), ima add my own RSA characters bc I don't wanna use other people's RSA OCs without permission (but if you don't mind, I want to add the princesses' and princes' and other side characters that ppl had already taken as inspiration if you don't mind), this sht is getting long so, LOTS OF CUSSING BC I DONT HAVE A CLEAN MOUTH (or I just can't go without it), lots of fluff, no suggestive sht allowed in this account (Maybe in other accs if I'm up for it), good luck, reader. (USE OF [NAME] ‼️‼️)

🪷Angel of the beginning (your here) Angel of Journey 🪽->

Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to take a selfie with Cater and let him post it in Magicam. Why? One (if you haven't read this then I'm pretty sure you should! Or not, and you can ignore this, bby🫶), you decided to remove your mask and take ONE selfie with him, ONE. Second, you didn't know he'd send this in PUBLIC, with so many pretty photos of women and men alike in that God-forsaken social media platform. Third, you already had Night-motherfucking-Raven COLLAGE to deal with. Like college boys who r still immature (exception for a few [maybe] and we'll be good), dealing with their bullshyte, while dealing with a headmage that refuses to take the big ass responsibility called "Overblot prevention", 5 missing essays, assignments, homework, paperwork that clearly should be dealt with by an adult, and having friends that acts weirdly around you whenever you do something nice for them.

But, in the end. You still cared, sure, you may not love them (or do you?), but you don't need to love them in order to care for them. Maybe, that's why they all (love) like you so much, so protective, and so caring in the end. (I'd like the twst characters to give the same treatment as the MC treated them yknow? A sweet treat for the Ramshackle Prefect) And on the other hand, they all loved and cared for you! I mean, who wouldn't? They want you to step out of your shell every once in a while, even if it's just for a breather. Your beautiful, inside and out. You don't need to appeal them physically, just your company is enough for them. But, oh, that photo that Cater posted on magicam? Yeah, everyone saw it, the entirety of NRC. Even Vil Scheonheit himself liked the post. It can't get crazier from then on, right?

...

WRONG.

You checked your old ass phone (and let's say you're mutual with Cater in Magicam, besides Ace and Deuce), to, not only to see your face ONLINE IN PUBLIC, but also seeing the amount of likes that specific photo of you, received. THAT IS A SHIT TON OF VIEWS OH SWEET *Mentions of your religion or a random ass word*. WHY? Okay, it can't be that bad! Like, at least your in a school, where no one from outside of it will get you, but you doubt that someone will kidnap you. Cause' like, for what? Ransom or smth? So, for funsies, you decided to check the comments that has like... 23.7k comments... holy gates that's a lot...

In the comments there were:

isukballz: Yoo, who's that pretty GAL/LAD/PERSON???

WifeyC0ll€cter: Wifey material, SPOTTED. ima kidnap this hot stuff, what's their @???

Fiendriding: Honey wake up!! Cay-cay just posted!!... WHO'S THAT PRETTY MAIDEN? (Ik it's suppose to be kept as gender neutral, but just pretend their calling you a Maiden despite your gender)

Snipping-Mens-banana: YO CAY-CAY HOW'D YOU PULL THIS BADDIE? MOVE ASIDE ITS MY TURN.

And so on with the topic being you and cater in this post only. And a shit ton of conspiracies and possibilities that maybe you and Cater might be dating. And speaking of Cater...

Someone just barged into your dorm.

"Heyy!~ [Name]-chan! Look at the amount of likes you got! See?? I told you that you'd get popular within seconds! And look! Your face is trending as well! Doubling your luck in social media, eh?~" a singy-songy voice comes scraping your ears like cheese cheddar. It was Cater. So of course, like the 'good' friend you are you greeted Cater (Maybe in a panic or not, you just need to make sure who liked that post containing your face with it prolly) and asked if he could show you the people that had liked the post (but I'm not letting 'you' say anything since I want YOU to imagine how YOU say it), so Cater showed you the likes from different user names. And most of them seemed terrifyingly familiar...

For example...

[Ace's username]

[Deuce's username]

Is that mf TREY? (Let's say Cater pestered him into getting the app in his phone so they can talk all the time. Oh, and yes Trey rlly did see the post and smiled. 🤫)

...And maybe when Cater snuck in Riddle's phone to get him an account as well... IS THAT RIDDLE'S ACCOUNT?

Leo0onak1ngsch00lar... (TF IS HE DOING HERE?)

__Howl_ [<- just pretend he places his last name in there along with random usernames]

Bucch1__shishi (I'm not good with these names bro, HELP)

Monstro_lounge-Official (Azul, wrong acc bro)

MushroomLoversClub🍄(Insert Jade's username bc I can't find anything creative)

I-will-dunkyouintothe-basketball-hoopLeech (Floyd what fucking name is that.)

[Imagine the rest of the main casts usernames, bro. I need to waste my energy on writing the rest of this fic.]

What the fuck. You really thought, that you wouldn't be that popular in just, JUST a few fucking minutes. But, I mean a logical part of you thinks that since this is a post from Cater, of course, everyone would be nice to you as well. Being his friend and all. And, just maybe, your friends liking this post because they wanted to show you some support (but Malleus can't use Magicam and was only shown that photo by Lilia) so, I guess it's not that bad that your quite popular online? (Atp your starting to believe your pretty by some chances since the comments was just boosting your [if non-existent] ego, so you were slightly happy from this) And actually? Maybe you liked the attention (or nah, your choice).

And, maybe. People do think you're pretty, in a romantic- platonic way(?).

Meanwhile, at Heartslabyul...

So maybe as soon as Cater had left (after a few chats and hangouts with you, just imagine bonding off-screen) he's just scrolling through the comments of the recently popular post he sent, with you in it. Of course, you can attract people online! Who even said you were ugly in the first place? You're not! It's okay not to be humble every once in a while. And maybe if he jussstt stare at your face a littlee longer...

...Is that an RSA student in HIS comment section?

Oh no. Oh, nononnonononononononono-

Breath. Calm down Cater. Maybe, they just liked it for coincidence?

EinEnchanté: Why, is that a fair maiden I see? Why are they in a villain's school? If I may ask, what made you think you could take a photo of their glorious figure? I knew you, nefarious villains, were terrible. How could you hide something from the world!?

... I think Cater fucked up. This wasn't supposed to happen, like, at all! That photo was meant for NRC. And NRC only. Not with these prissy do-gooders, No! Oms, he can feel the headache plummeting into his head like a needle being stabbed at the side of his skull already! Prefect was already popular as they were, now he made them extra popular by sending it to the whole world! No point in deleting this photo, because tons of people had already saved it and sent it to the others! Spreading quick... and soon, it might reach... those guys.

Cater barges into the heartslabyul kitchen, in a panic, since the RSA comments are on the rise. They need to do something! "Cater!- what in the great sevens are you doing?" Sighed Trey, slightly startled. "It's an emergency! Okay, so I may or may not have-" "CATER! NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!" Shouted Riddle, interrupting Cater's panic rambling, "What made you think it was a good idea to run in the hallways!? Do you know you might slip-" "Not the point rn, Riddle! RSA students had commented on my posts with one of the prefects in them and now they're assuming we kidnapped them or something!" Cater quickly retorts with haste.

... both of the dorm head and vice had gone silent.

...Cater stared back.

Trey's face was unreadable, blank. Riddle was dead silent.

"....Just, check the comments, again." Cater breathed out, the tension thick. Both the vice and head took out their phones to check.

... there's more comments from RSA now.

...Shit.

"Guys? What's up with you all? Why are you so silent -" Ace paused, feeling the tension thickening the moment he stepped in, alongside Deuce, "Housewarden...?" Deuce said in a hushed tone. The red-haired leader and green-haired vice looked up from their phones to turn to the two freshmen, with Cater looking slightly panic and pale.

Wtf happened here? Is some war about to go on? "Uhhh, guys? Are you alright? What even happened in here, like, seriously? You guys look like something died in here-" "Yes, Cater is brain-dead for posting that photo." Riddle sighed, exasperated. "Photo? What photo? You mean, the prefect and him? What about it?" Deuce questioned, confused since he just looked at the new post a few hours ago, now taking out his phone to take a peak on what had happened, even Ace.

What could've possibly happened in that post? Did someone hate on them? Cyber-bullied? Doxxed? Or something else entirely worse?

...

It is something worse.

There were so, so, so many RSA comments and other schools from different districts. Ace was silently reading every comment that belonged to an RSA student, even Deuce.

All five of them were in complete silence.

Riddle Rosehearts

Was just in complete silence. Like, he just heard his execution date. The moment he saw the last name "Wondre" in the comments, he knew this person. That untidy boy from the other school.

xXAllieeeeWndresonXx: woahhh who's that person? They're so pretty! Riddle-San won't mind if I hung out with them, right? :D

....

This little shit- who does he think he is!?

Trey didn't hold back a sigh, knowing that this was going to cause trouble. Ace is already complaining about people stealing his crush- best friend away. Deuce is muttering incoherent shit to himself like he's having a crisis. Cater was just stunned to see these guys care so much (like he is), but on the other hand, maybe he shouldn't have sent that selfie at all. But, mistakes can happen and Cater sure did learn a lesson.

And all this just started because of a photo on Magicam.

...

.... what the fuc-

Meanwhile, in Savannaclaw...

Leona is just sleeping in his bedroom, Ruggie doing chores and making extra money from part-time jobs, and Jack is doing his regular laps around the dorm. Everything was going great. Until-

"Hey, are those RSA students commenting on Cater's new post?" A stupid fucking Savannaclaw NPC said.

...Cater's latest post was with the prefect..

Huh?

Leona checked his phone, Ruggie wanted to do it too but was absent (and missed the convo), and Jack stopped mid-jog. Taking out his phone (from wherever he placed it in), and checking the comments. Said nothing. And sent it to Ruggie. Safe to say, none of them (or the entirety of NRC - Scarabia) are happy to hear abt RSA's delusional comments.

Leona Kingscholar

Man's look like he just witnessed his wife getting killed (spoiler alert!!: u r the wife/hj) just sayin', herbivore. Wtf made you think it was a good idea to show your face in public like that? Not that he cared, but the fact those personified heroic-syndrome disorders came to a fake-ass conclusion that they kidnapped you because of this school's reputation. What the fuck.

...And the fact he saw a familiar but annoying name in that comment section did not make it any better. This guy had the full-on audacity to even set his eyes on HIS herbivore.

No. He doesn't need more competition. He already has more than enough in this entire fucking school with these lil' shits. Do NOT make this worse for him.

...

What if you'll be better off without him? They are sooo much better, right? Surely, there's no use in keeping you here when all he and everyone else here made you suffer. So, why should he stop you? But, then again, you DID stay here and have yet to go home... Why should he let them take you?

.... What if they find your home quicker? Then what he'll do? What is the point if they can treat you so much better? What is the point if they can do it better? What is the point because they are so much more recognized and appreciated than him? What is the point-

...Do you like those RSA princes? Thinking about it, you haven't even met them. And, some of their personalities might rub you off the wrong way (Maybe, or it's just the fact that you told [<-if you did] Leona that you had a bad relationship with men in general and needed space whenever you get uncomfortable, so he's secretly and indirectly protecting you by placing rules to respect you and your boundaries), some might disturb you in a way since SOME *Looks at prince Wintergreen.* are... persistent with their catch.

Nonetheless, he's going to bury all these feelings underground (like his dream) and just look out for you as usual.

Ruggie's phone vibrated with a notification, he checks it. Only to be met with Jack's name with a photo attachment, it's the same post Ruggie liked recently, but Jack texted:

"Check the comments."

... Why the fuck is he so ominous about it? Nvm, Ruggie goes to check-

...aaannddd- he knows somewhere deep into his heart, the prefect's ass is gonna get into some uninvited trouble.

Sigh... wait. Is that- ZAPHY RETRO? HIS CHILDHOOD RIVAL? [And the one who keeps taking his donuts for the "fun" of it]...

...

No.

Ruggie shuts his phone off with an [???] Expression, he's not saying a word. But he's doing his job a bit faster now and it's scarily efficient.

What is he planning?

Jack is probably the most normal one here (besides Silver), and is still contemplating on what the fuck is happening with his dormmates? Suddenly, they're all about plotting murder against RSA??? He thought they were talking abt the recent photo- oh, nvm he's a dumbass. He just remembered the comments.

Yeah, your going to really need that protection. Like man's people from other schools had spotted you.

...

...this is going to be a big mess...

At Octavinelle, in the Monstro Lounge...

The Lounge was busy as usual, with customers talking about the recent post an upperclassman from Heartslabyul posted. Jade was taking orders from table 3, Floyd wanted to ditch but was reluctantly serving table 10, next to table 8.

In Table 8 the group of Heartslabyul students gathered in a gossip talk, "And like, it was crazy! Riddle-senpai was just dead silent! After checking the recent photo that Cater-senpai posted. He was like- ten times scarier with that expression! And, ngl if I were in his heels, I'd also react that way after seeing those comments of those goody-two shoes!"

Eh...? What did this guppy say? Kingyo-chan's silent expression instead of bursting red? Whaaaat??? And, it's all about a recent post from Hanadai-kun. Hmm, but the recent post was with Koebi-chan...

Floyd places the tray down on table 10, puts his hand in his pocket, taking out his phone to check what all this is about, in the middle of his work. Checking the comments, he saw... Florence?

Fl0underf1sh: Wahhh! They are so beautiful! Who are they? I wanna see them in real life! Too bad they are at NRC... :( Oh well! I can always take a visit with Rielle and Sabasty [<- Sébastien] !!!

Hell nawh.

*Cue to Floyd leaving the Monstro Lounge, running straight towards Ramshackle. [And add some discord sound effects like leaving the chat]*

Jade just watches in amused silence as Floyd bolts out of the Lounge.

Azul, doing his usual work with the papers and students he had recently made deals with for the past few weeks, had his phone kept on while he stared at it from time to time. A post about you and Cater. But besides Cater, you.

...And he can see the odd growing numbers in the comment section.

But there was no time to rest so-

*Knock knock knock* a familiar rhythm tapped gently on his office door, "Come in, Jade." Azul permitted. Jade enters with an amused smile, "Where's Floyd?" Azul questioned before Jade could say anything. "Fufu~ Floyd ran outside the Monstro Lounge," Jade said with amusement, eyes gleaming with intentional mischief. "Sighh, for what?" "I do not exactly know. But, if I could guess, it could be the topic the.. customers were talking about recently, about the Prefect and Cater-senpai's post. From what I know, they were mainly talking about the Prefect before Floyd took out his phone and went outside in haste." Jade explained, putting his hand on where his heart should be.

...What..? Azul takes his phone out of curiosity, not before "Go and get Floyd back here, he has unfinished tasks to do." "As you wish." Jade leaves to fetch Floyd.

Azul Ashengrotto

The moment he checked the comments, his brain was instantly thinking of a plan. No hessy (<-Jay reference).

He looked through the comments like he's peaking through government files.

Then that comment hits him.

RielleAtlantic!!!: woahhh! They're such a fairytale! Are they human? They look super pretty like a princess, maybe Florence should take me to NRC sometime!

......

NOT HIM AGAIN-

*Cue to an internally panicking and screaming Azul*

Meanwhile, with Jade, he had gone out to look for his brother, suspecting he might be in Ramshackle's since that is where the dear prefect is usually located (or probably chilling in there since you could be an introvert and prefer to stay at home rather than going out all the time), while Jade is strolling down the rocky pathway (to other students: jogging, mf is THAT tall) he checked his phone to see what chaos you had started (unintentionally or not) and was met with a ton of chaos in the comments specifically. Some RSA students are basically declaring war, while NRC students had commented to defend themselves and prevent the RSA lads get any closer to the prefect, and what's this? Other schools have also taken notice of this post you. My~ you really do attract trouble anywhere, even in media's where you can socialize from far distances by using these cellular devices. But he sees-

Forward reply to RielleAtlantic!!! <- Sébastien_Warford: Rielle, you've just met them online, there is no need for you to write poems about them now unless you want us to take a small visit to Night Raven. But I must say, they do look stunning. A shame that they are still single. Maybe we'd get a chance with them if they'd get to know us first.

...ah. Well, that was quite an... unpleasant surprise. But it's not surprising when you can attract even the most prominent figures in some other countries and sea.

At Ramshackle...

Jade arrives and enters the gate to Ramshackle's. It was already opened, Jade noted. Floyd had definitely gone in here.

And the front door of the Ramshackle's is opened as well, with no damages either, hm.

"KOEBI-CHAN????" yelled out a confused eel inside the dilapidated house, Jade mused.

He explored a little in the house, it looked quite habitable despite its poor appearance. So he went upstairs to where his brother is, since it was just Floyd looking for dear prefect and would probably skip his shift again, "Floyd, it's time to go back to the Lounge, Azul is looking for you, let us not bother the prefect-"

As he walked in he only saw his brother, no sign of the dear prefect. Huh...?

"Koebi-chan isn't here... you didn't find them either, Jade?" Floyd said, still looking around at for the said absence of prefect.

Oya?~ Well, this is quite the predicament. Very amusing if the... Royal Swords Academy students just foolishly decide to kidnap the beloved prefect in this school, without knowing the consequences afterwards.

Floyd looked irritated, first he heard those guppies yappin' about Koebi-chan about that dumb (but pretty) post and now Koebi-chan is gone!? Where tf did they go?? Unless...

"They were taken by those little shits were they..?" Floyd said calmly with a blank face, a sudden 180 turn from his previous mood, he couldn't find his Koebi-chan in the house nor the school, he couldn't even smell their cologne, except...

Except for this annoying flowery scent that does not belong to Koebi-chan, more likely, its smell is intertwined with Koebi-chan's scent, and it irritates him.

Jade smells it, too. And so, he sighs, "Let us go inform the others, shall we?" Jade said ominously, with a big, fat, shit-eating grin.

Floyd looks like he's about to commit homicide with that frown and glare painting his darkened face.

He did not enjoy this one bit. Taking what's not theirs.

Meanwhile, with Vil...

After a photoshoot session, he received a notification, from Rook.

Hunt: Mon dieu! Monsieur Prémédite had informed the Vices- that mon Trickster/Étoile went missing!

Vil Scheonheit

... WHAT.

Just RIGHT AFTER his PHOTOSHOOT? Seriously! Can't sweet potato catch a break already?

Wtf happened anyway?

Wasn't it a FEW HOURS ago they were with Cater?

... well WAS before they just vanished!

...Rook sent an attachment. And it's the recent post everyone saw today.

Why the fuck are there RSA students in there?

Until he sees that ONE username.

NeigeLeblanc: Oms! It's the VDC manager I saw before in the event! Can I get their @?

NeigeLeblanc Replied to NeigeLeblanc: Nvm! They're here now! Omss! They look like they came straight out of a fairytale! Stay tuned for our selfies later!

... DAMN SEVENS NEIGE-

Vil then returns to his dorm, calling out for a housewarden meeting tomorrow.

To be continued... (it took too much energy outta me but I'll make a part two for the rest of the main cast!)💋

Until then. Prefect.

[rogueofsoup]

Chapter 6 of Homework on The Moon! TW: BODY HORROR

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Bruce had simultaneously expected this situation to end up both significantly worse and significantly better than it had. At best, he expected Jason to be perfectly fine and pissed off at him for showing up, maybe even attacking him. At worst, he expected him to be too hurt to bother being angry at Bruce for showing up at his actual apartment, and thus needing serious medical attention ASAP. What he did not expect was the door to be answered by a feral teenage girl that promptly bit him and would not let go until Jason calmly walked over and literally scruffed her. He was now sitting on Jason's couch, the two gift baskets he brought sitting on the coffee table as Bruce nursed the bite mark awkwardly with the culprit glaring daggers at him for simply existing.

Jason re-entered the room with some mugs of hot cocoa for everyone. At the very least Jason seemed fine, completely unharmed even. At worst he seemed tired, so very likely the angry sharp-toothed teenager was completely responsible for his absence. Jason sat down in the chair he had set up on the other side of the coffee table after setting down everyone's hot cocoa, the girl snatching up hers and immediately cradling it like it might be stolen by someone if she didn't protect it. Bruce cautiously lifted up his own mug, quietly thanking Jason.

"So, as you can see I'm not more dead than I was before," Jason said in a somewhat joking manner. "I'm going to assume you have significantly more questions than just that now and resign myself to the fate of having to answer them or face whatever research you're going to pull up to figure out all that's going on here."

"Hm," Bruce nodded, taking a sip of his drink first.

"First off to start this shitshow, this bear trap over here is Ellie," Jason explained, gesturing to the girl. "She's been helping me with my undeath, since I apparently fall into a category I hadn't heard about before."

"And what category would that be?" Bruce asked, his voice very level and serious.

"It's a little something called 'liminal', which is somewhere between 'living' and 'halfa'," he explained. "I'm apparently slightly more 'alive' than your average 'halfa', of which in the world there are three known. Ellie is one of those, so she knows a ton more than I do." He gestured to the girl again, and Bruce turned his attention to her.

" 'Halfa'?" he asked simply, an eyebrow raised slightly.

"Half human half ghost," Ellie explained, still glaring at Bruce. "Somehow dying and coming back didn't make him fully a halfa, and that rank ecto he got doused in seemed to just fill in cracks rather than fully let him toggle between dead and alive. See how he's got a white streak?" She pointed at Jason's hair. "That streak means his ghostie-ness is sorta combined with his human side. Though if he fully went halfa, I honestly don't know if it'd go totally black or not when human. Who knows, maybe his ghost form would have a black streak?"

"It'd probably actually be red," Jason interrupted before taking a sip of his cocoa.

"What? Why?" Ellie asked, confused.

"My natural hair color is red," Jason explained. "I dye it black. For some reason dye doesn't stick to the white part, though."

"Why would the colors switch?" Bruce shoehorned in, getting them back on topic.

"Oh, 'cus that's what happens when a halfa switches to ghost mode," Ellie explained. "Why the hell do you dye it black? Why not just white if you want it to be uniform?"

"Because white looks like shit," Jason replied flatly, looking Ellie directly in the eye while hiding his smirk.

"Oh fuck you, my hair looks awesome," she scoffed in a tone that said their jabs at one another were meant to be all in good fun.

"What does 'switching to ghost mode' entail?" Bruce asked, knowing how to work with people that just seem desperate to have more than one conversation happening at any given moment.

"Well, usually you just manifest your ghostly will into the world, altering your form to be more ghostly," Ellie explained casually. "For me and my brother, that means a color swap of our hair from black to white and our blue eyes turn ghostly green. The third halfa we know about is actually able to be a lot more ghostly, changing his skin to be blue and his eyes to be solid red. He also found out how to make his hair look supremely stupid, as well as give himself a completely dumb ugly costume. He also keeps trying to kill and or adopt my bro, and probably take over the world too I guess." She took another bored sip from her cocoa.

"Would this third 'halfa' happen to wear a primarily white costume and go by the name 'Plasmius'?" Bruce asked carefully, cupping his warm mug in his hands.

"Oh good, you've had the displeasure of meeting," Ellie said flatly, rolling her eyes. "He's really cringe. You're rich, right? You know other rich people?" Bruce nodded with a grunt. "Know Vlad Masters? White hair? Blue eyes? Always talks like he's planning something evil? Possibly claims he's dating or married to someone named Maddie?"

"Good to know he has a civilian identity," Bruce nodded. "I do know of Masters, I haven't spoken with him personally. I'll start keeping tabs on him."

"Good, the Fruitloop needs to be taken down a peg," Ellie snorted, taking another sip of hot cocoa.

"You said your brother was also a 'halfa'," Bruce said, leaning forward a bit. "Would you mind telling me more about him?" Ellie grinned in the way only a gremlin truly could.

"Oh, you mean Danny?" she said, having been texting with him and had gotten the whole story. "He's sort of famous? Royalty of the Infinite Realms and all that. Dad's favorite. I'm not jealous of that or anything, I don't get forced to attend political meetings."

Well.

Now they have a Feral Ghost Princess.

-

J'onn J'onnz knew upon his first questioning of Danny that he was in fact the actual Ghost King through the simple act of reading his mind to get his real answers to J'onn's questions. The medical scan he did of the boy turned up a lot of questions neither of them could answer, though it did also allow J'onn to start figuring out what sort of medical treatments would work on his unique physiology. He had briefly planned on telling the Justice League all about the joke Danny was playing that would undoubtedly end badly, but the absolute love for the green alien that sparkled in Danny's eyes and ran through the boy's head gave him pause. He thought long and hard about it, wondering if his one true fan would still think so highly of him if he put an end to a currently fairly harmless (and increasingly hilarious) prank so suddenly. He ultimately decided not to ruin the boy's fun, but promised himself he would put an end to it if the situation was getting out of hand. J'onn wondered if it would be beneficial for him to merely pretend he had no idea, thinking about the possible case in which Danny could be isolated from his main connections and have to work exclusively with the League for any reason, having to pretend to be two different people with no rest. It would most certainly be beneficial for the boy's mental health to have someone on the Watchtower he could confide in as the young King to an Infinity. J'onn could be that someone, be a comforting reminder to the boy that he wasn't alone. And then, and idea struck him: It would most certainly make the boy's day (possibly even more) to have a Martian prank buddy.

Once J'onn was finished with the tests and scans he had been planning to do on Phantom, he decided to tell him while they were still in private, telepathically so to keep anyone with super hearing from overhearing the conversation.

~~Your ruse will not last long without sufficient aid.~~

Danny jumped, very suddenly remembering Martian Manhunter had mind reading and telepathy. The jig was up, he'd forgotten the most important base abilities of his favorite hero, he was probably going to tell the whole-

~~I am willing to supply such aid.~~

He looked up at the hero with wide eyes, joy filling him to the brim at the thought of having the most powerful Justice Leaguer on his side in this prank. He almost couldn't believe it, this was the best thing ever. This guy can shapeshift! Maybe he could convince him to help with any other-

~~I am willing to join happily in on other juvenile activities, as long as there is no harm done. In exchange, you will inform me if there are issues caused by your royal or heroic duties.~~

Ah drat, babysitter. That's exactly what he didn't want to-

~~I do not wish to 'babysit', I merely wish to be a possible confidant. I will give aid only when requested, and listen when needed.~~ J'onn smiled comfortingly. ~~I trust your judgement and ability. You are much stronger than most give you credit for, Danny Fenton.~~

Danny smiled wide. He was internally screaming and crying with excitement, physically vibrating externally. This was officially the best day of his life. He wanted so bad to lunge towards the alien and hold him happily. The Martian's arms opened up for the incoming tackle, inviting the boy to give in. Danny wasted no time, immediately sending himself directly into the alien and squeezing as tight as he could while squealing with excitement. J'onn was briefly reminded of the children he lost as the boy held him, and a small hole he had long since forgotten was suddenly filled a bit. Well. Now he knew how Bruce felt.

"Aww, ain't that sweet," Flash said as he entered, amused by the expression of parental affection J'onn now wore. "Kid just couldn't keep himself from hugging his favorite anymore? Everyone that saw his face when he saw you knows he's been wanting to hug you since the start. Physical affection treating you well?"

"Was there something you needed, Flash?" J'onn asked, ignoring the other questions.

"Constantine's here to take a look at the kid too, Supes asked me to fetch him," Flash gestured back through the door as he leaned against the door frame. "You just about done in here?"

"We have finished medical scans, I will be able to get to work on finding 'ecto' materials to keep on hand just in case," J'onn nodded, then looked down at Danny. "Are you ready for more observation and questioning, Danny?"

"Yup!" Danny said, getting in a few more seconds of hug before finally detaching.

"Excellent, I have work to do here so I will not be following for the time being," J'onn explained, mildly disappointing Danny. "However, if you need me at any time, just call out. I will hear." Danny smiled again and nodded, then went with the speedster to meet up with the tired occult detective.

J'onn was left to himself, and he immediately went to work analyzing the scans for anything particularly pertinent. The boy was most certainly cold, though according to the scans he seemed to have a localized spot the cold was coming from. Perhaps this was his 'core'? It wasn't spherical from what he could tell, there seemed to be a slight hint of edges based on the thermal scan alone. It seemed to have five protruding points, almost like a star...? How fascinating, he'd have to learn more about-

'help'

It wasn't just a thought J'onn was hearing that was meant for him, it felt like it was an order from some kind of higher power.

'HELP'

The pleading order became louder, impossible to ignore. J'onn was already flying from the computer, phasing through walls to get to the source faster.

'PROTECT ME'

J'onn flew up to a frozen stiff Danny and a very confused Constantine, placing himself directly between them.

"What are you doing," he said with such conviction and quiet rage it made heroes and Watchtower staff alike immediately stare at the Martian, watching in horror to see what he might do.

"Wh- I just approached him and he started panicking," Constantine defended himself, not wanting the rage of J'onn upon him.

"WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR CORE" Danny screeched, clinging desperately to the Martian's cape. Constantine paused, then sighed.

"Ok, maybe Clockwork severely understated how bad my soul looks," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Now understanding that there was no real danger, J'onn calmed down.

"Apologies, I did not mean to overreact," he said in a much kinder tone, then turned to Danny while completely blocking the view of the horrible entity that was apparently John Constantine. "Danny?" he asked, crouching down a bit and carefully putting a comforting hand on the boy's hair. "Would it be alright for me to see what you saw, so that I might understand your panic?" Danny nodded, shuddering. J'onn put both his hands on either side of the boy's head, focusing on the memory to see what was so horrifying.

[TRIGGER WARNING GORE NEXT PARAGRAPH]

Skin peeling off of flesh in ribbons, flesh peeling off of bone in strands, teeth moving individually with a shattered jaw, fingers peeling apart to reveal fractured bone just barely holding itself together, the flesh moving like seaweed underwater, green blood dripping from EVERYWHERE staining EVERYTHING, a shape in the gaping cavity in the chest too broken to even recognize the original form of it, each piece inscribed with a different sigil. All this overlapping the form of a normal (albeit very tired) looking man.

"H'RONMEER- S'TET FOLUR'RE?!!" J'onn swore loudly, pulling his hands away from Danny's head in horror before spinning around to face Constantine. "GO! GO INTO ANOTHER ROOM!" No one argues with the yelling Martian, so Constantine very quickly moved into a different room.

"Holy cow, did we just learn a Martian swear?" Flash muttered to a nearby onlooker.

"Flash, be quiet," J'onn said hauntedly, pointing directly at the speedster without even looking and causing a primal fear to bubble up in him. "He was peeling. Everything was peeling. He will not be in the same room as the boy until that is fixed."

"He was what??" Superman asked, having been stopped from coming to Danny's side by J'onn suddenly and angrily showing up.

"You know, I was wondering why Deadman was so adamant about never being in the same room as Constantine," Green Lantern mumbled before quickly shuffling out of the room.

"Danny, do you-... see people's souls before you see their bodies?" Superman asked, very worried about the boy.

"I see their cores, yes," Danny shuddered, staring at the door Constantine left through with a haunted look. "What the hell happened to his??"

"Ah, well, Constantine has a sort of... habit, regarding selling his soul to every demon he contacts," Superman cringed. "Apparently, 'Clockwork' had said he needed to stop fracturing it?"

"Fracturing?!" Danny exclaimed, horrified. "That thing is shattered! What all demons has he sold it to?! I'm telling Dan." He pulled out his phone, tapping on it furiously.

"Who's Dan?" Superman asked, curious.

Welp, now Danny slipped up a bit and had to come up with a lie on the spot. What was he going to say?? He should have just said 'dad', that would have been so much better-

~~Secretary.~~

Martian Manhunter to the rescue already. This was going to be a very good alliance.

"My Ghost Dad's secretary," Danny said.

"Would that not be an advisor for a King?" J'onn asked. Danny got the hint of the situation the Martian put together for him, glad the Martian picked a word he'd probably use anyways.

"Eh, technically, but he's the secretary because it's funny what with his past of performing crimes against the Realms," Danny shrugged, quite giddy and getting very good at hiding it. "Anyways, he's really good at threatening people, so he'll probably be able to fix that core problem."

Superman, Flash, and Martian Manhunter were... concerned by that information. J'onn quickly checked Danny's mind for information about Dan, able to ease his worries with the knowledge of his reformation. The League just couldn't stop learning horrible things about Danny and the people around him, could they?

- hey dan buddy man guy with a plan   - for destruction   - i have a request of you   - actually no a royal order of you   - there's a guy named jon constantine   - *john   - he fucning shattered his core by selling his soul to a shitload of demons can you like   - threaten them   - and get the pieces back   - so he's not in a million pieces   - poppop told him to sop selling his soul apparently but fucking hell   - homeboy be FUCKED

Danny waited a little bit before seeing the little popup that informed him Dan was typing.

- Why do you have to type like a Tumblr user.   - Yeah, fine. I'll put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Danny scoffed, texting back.

- you bismirch my honor   - *bismerch   - *bismurch   - fdsnlknskdln   - *tarnish

- *Besmirch. Pay attention in English class, Lancer isn't that bad.

- what is he ur bestie now

- Yes. I'm in the same book club as him. We're in the middle of a meeting.   - Do your fucking homework Danny.

- tell your new boyfriend i said hi

Danny's relationship with Dan seemed... interesting. J'onn would have to learn more one day.

"Sooooooo, we gonna do this like a game of telephone, orrrr...?" Flash finally asked.

"I could volunteer to be the telephone," J'onn said, imagining he could send information to and from Constantine telepathically and essentially have him do his job through him.

Nobody got that just by hearing the suggestion alone. It was a jarring and sudden strange suggestion that made no sense and they didn't have a Bat available to decipher. Thankfully, the man had mind reading and quickly realized how silly that sounded without context.

John, standing awkwardly in the other room, pulled a flask out of a pocket and took a sip. Maybe, just maybe, if the Ghost Prince of the Infinite Realms was freaked out by him, he shouldn't ever be seen by the King. Ever. Man, he was not paid enough to be yelled at by a Martian horrified by the memory a teenage boy had of the look of his soul. He suddenly received a text from Batman, which made him nearly drop his flask as he shoved it back into his pocket, almost as if Batman himself was about to walk in and scold him for drinking. He quickly checked the message to see if it was important new information.

- Phantom has a younger sister. Her name is Ellie, and she bites and causes problems on purpose.

Great. Wonderful. Lovely. Feral Ghost Princess. PERFECT.

-

Ellie suddenly received a text from Danny. Deciding checking her phone was much more important than listening to a conversation she was still in, she checked it.

- hey ellie there's this dude named john constantine his core looks MAJORLY fucked up   - if you wanna see the gore come check him out he's in the watchtower rn it's so messed up it's literally SHATTERED

Oh HELL yes.

"Alright, this interrogation has been fun, but I think I'm gonna go get traumatized," Ellie said, standing up and stretching. "Bye losers." White rings spread out from her midsection as she went ghost, then she completely faded out of sight.

"Wh-" Bruce stuttered, standing up and looking around.

"Well," Jason said, lazily looking around. "That can't be good."

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Sorry if I went a bit overboard on the trigger warnings, I really wanted to put in the gore and I didn't know if I was doing too much so I wanted y'all to most certainly be ready for it. (In case you're curious, J'onn said "GOD- WHAT THE FUCK?!!" There isn't any canon swears in martian I could find, but I did find a god, so I invented a swear for him.)

AND! Since this thing is now lagging both my phone AND my computer, I'll be moving this to AO3!

I will still post links to the new chapters every update, so everyone tagged will still be tagged about the new chapters! I'm still willing to tag even more people if desired so you don't miss an update!

However, I must say that I will need a month or two break so I can figure out how this fic is gonna go, as well as edit the past chapters for posting on AO3. It's quite exciting, and I'll post my AO3 name and link once I've got the first two chapters up! I will likely be posting one or two edited chapters a week until I run out, and after that I'll be posting new chapters weekly! (until my next hiatus that is)

Thank you all for your support, I love all of you and I'm so glad you like this dumb thing I just started in my free time! Again, I'll be posting links to each new chapter on AO3 every week with everyone tagged who still wants to be, and new chapters will resume in a month or two when I have enough chapter outlines written so I know where I'm actually going with this!

See you soon! <3

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Short DPXDC Prompts #837

Danny was just relaxing doing his homework on the moon. (It was quiet and had minimal distractions. Perfect for studying). He didn’t expect to see anyone during his studying but after seeing movement out of the corner of his eye he went to check it out. To his surprise: Superman was just sitting on the moon looking down at earth. Chilling.

[bsnotoneaskedfor]

Tired MK

Before you judge, hear me out.

MK goes through SO much shit because of his "Monkey Kid" status. Like, a ton. As someone who is a teen and struggles with mental health it is so obvious that MK has been spiraling since day one. The poor dude is going to die of anxiety and depression before the Lady Bone Bitch tries to order a smackdown with a side of trauma. MK is also a people pleaser. He legit is always trying to live up to people's standards and be "just like Monkey King".

Here's the thing: I also suffer from trying to please everyone and let me tell you that shit is exhausting. Fuck magic, the thing that really makes this show fiction is that MK hasn't had a massive mental breakdown. He's had baby ones, that are still valid, but he's pushed them aside because "he has to be the hero". He never really shows signs of emotional distress besides the show poking fun at it or using it for plot. For those in the comments, please don't try to psychoanalyze the show to prove me wrong. This is just what I have seen. So, with this being said, there is something I really would love to see and have adopted it as my personal headcannon.

MK being done with everyone's shit.

Not, "MK's tired", or "MK's sassy ;D", or even Mk going through an emo phase.

I want absolutely 100% done MK.

I want to see him surviving on coffee or energy drinks because the weight of everyone's expectations keeps him up at night. I want him mad when people start blaming him/looking to him for answers because "he's the Monkey Kid". I want him done with Wukong's bullshit. I want my realistic representation of burnout and mental illness. I want to see him trying to get better and no longer caring about calling people out for being toxic.

I don't know if I'm 100% explaining this right because words are really hard so here are some examples of what I see my MK head cannon as.

(This one's based off that one TikTok audio where the guy yells at the cats to get off the couch)

MK: *Sitting peacefully, attempting to do homework or some other quiet activity*

Macaque and Wukong : *fighting like feral cats*

MK: (almost roars it) STOP IT!

Macaque and Wukong : *is startled and a little afraid*

MK : LEARN TO FUCKING GET ALONG OR SO HELP ME I'LL TEST THE LIMITS OF YOUR IMMORTALITY

Macaque and Wukong : *obeying, nearly about to piss themselves out of fear*

MK: *Deep Breath. Goes back to what he was doing*

Every Demon Within 50 miles : wtf was that?

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MK: *chugging a coffee or energy drink*

Some Demon: *starts destroying the city*

MK : Dammit *Chugs faster. *

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Wukong: Hey bud! When's the last time that you've slept?

MK: *completely deadpan* It is finals week.

Wukong : That doesn't answer-

MK:*getting angrier* I have to defend the city every damn day. I have to deal with your messes, including you. I train every day for at least 4 hours even when we don't meet up. I WORK FULL TIME AT THE GODDAMN NOODLE SHOP AND THEN I HAVE TO FUCKING STUDY FOR COLLEGE. WHEN IN THE NAME OF BUHDDA WOULD I BE ABLE TO SLEEP?!?!

Wukong : *sweats* So I see that you're stressed-

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Team Monkey : Why didn't you use [ insert power] to start with?!

MK: *sarcastic* I'm sorry. I thought we all deserved a nice bonding trip where we spent the entire time bickering and getting the shit beaten out of us. Was that supposed to be next week?!?

Team Monkey : . . .

MK: How about you guys make a list of everything I can do. That way, next time, we can just all look at it together and none of you blame me.

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Red Son : * trying to pick a fight and just being a dick in general*

MK: *Not having it* Do not make me duct tape you down so I can embroider your worst nightmares onto your skin, you pompous little fuck!

Red Son : . . .wtf

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Red Son : *Is pretty*

MK: *deep sigh of disappointment* I need therapy . . .

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Mei : * Gets the Samhadi Fire*

MK: *remembering all the shit and expectations he went through once he got his powers*

Mei: *About to have a breakdown*

MK: *laughs* Have fun

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Red Son: *breaks in at the middle of the night in an attempt to capture MK*

MK: *is awake because insomnia* So, do you , like, want some tea . . .?

May do a Pt 2

[kusaka6e]

TUTOR

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you look up from your desk to the sound of banging on your door, sighing.

"(y/n)!" you hear mikey on the other side, making you roll your eyes.

"what is it, you little shit?" you yank the door open, mikey almost falling into your room because of how hard he was banging and leaning on the door.

"come get food with us!"

"us?"

"me, draken, and baji! you two can get introduced before you start studying."

"i'm in the middle of a shit ton of homework."

"draken's paying. and i already told them you'd be there." he smirks

"give me five minutes, come in." you sigh, closing the door behind him. you grab a hoodie and a pair of leggings and take them into your bathroom, closing the door. you weren't exactly concerned with impressing anyone, but it probably wasn't the best idea to go out in your graduation class t-shirt and avatar the last airbender print pajama pants.

after quickly changing and fixing your hair, you follow mikey downstairs.

"this place has the best ramen, you'll love it."

"if you're wrong, i'm gonna strangle you."

you two arrive at the restaurant, mikey walking over to one of the tables

"kenny, baji!" you sit next to mikey, across from draken and diagonal to who had to have been baji. the top half of his long hair was pulled away from his face in a bun, the rest hanging to his shoulders. his eyes were a striking hazel color, paired with his resting scowl he was a little intimidating to look at.

"baji, this is your future chemistry tutor, (l/n)."

"i told you i didn't want any help with that stupid ass class, mikey." he growls, not looking in your direction

"your mom is gonna be pissed if she has to find out you're failing this class, you need to take all the help you can get." draken's words make his eyes slightly widen, sighing.

"fine."

"nice to meet you too." you roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink.

"whatever." baji grumbles, looking down at the menu.

"so nice to see you two getting along." mikey grinned

"shut up mikey." you and baji say at the same time, making him glance up at you.

when mikey had said he had someone to tutor him in chemistry, he wasn't expecting you to look... well, like that. from your appearance to your mannerisms and dialect, baji could tell you were intelligent and didn’t take bullshit.

"so, (l/n), how's haru?"

of course she has a boyfriend

why do you care if she's single or not?"

"he's okay. his treatment is going well, i'm going to see him tomorrow morning."

"emma and i will come with you, i haven't seen him in awhile."

"i have class in the morning, but tell him hi from me."

"i will, thank you guys." you smile softly, glancing up to see your server approaching your table with food.

everyone makes small talk between bites of food, you mostly listening and sometimes laughing at the boys' banter. somehow, mikey gets a smile out of baji, and you notice his fanged teeth in his wide grin.

he's not bad looking when he's not throwing a tantrum.

soon enough everyone's food bowls are empty and paid for, courtesy of draken.

"thanks for dinner kenny, i'm gonna head back and finish my homework."

"i told you to stop calling me that, asshole. you want us to walk you back?"

"nah, i'll be alright. baji, meet me in the library tomorrow at 4:30, you can get my number from mikey or draken if you need it." you get nothing but a grumble in response, making you roll your eyes.

"bye bye!" mikey smiles and waves as you exit the restaurant