#anyways lets gOo THE HORRORS PERSIST

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Day 47– The Lightning Temple

That giant unearthed mausoleum is rife with treasure! And horrors. Mostly horrors.

History is a wheel that spins slightly different each round.

(This totk rewrite au is called Familiar Familiar! It all starts when Zelda doesn’t get sent back in time and the butterfly effect devolved from there.)

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[hearts4golbach]

can you make a long Johnnie x fem reader fluff?🙏🏼🫶🏼

Slumber Party.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n: happy april foolsss!

i impatiently waited for my boyfriend to text and tell me he was done recording with jake. i scrolled aimlessly on tiktok, reposting videos that reminded me of johnnie. about an hour had passed before i received a text from him.

johnnie: hey baby i'll be over soon if i can still stay over :))

me: ofc you can 😭 i'll see you when you get here ❤️❤️

johnnie: i'm so excited to see you

johnnie: i've been so busy

johnnie: i miss you

me: i miss you more, now hurry up and get here

johnnie: yes ma'am

10 more minutes had passed, my heart beating faster as i heard a knock on the door. i practically sprinted towards the door, throwing it open to reveal my handsome boyfriend. he stood there with a smile on his face before pulling me in for a tight hug. i jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he laughed.

"did you miss me?" he teased, running his fingers through my hair. i remove my head from the crook of his neck, giving him the look. he giggled again before leading me back to the living room. he gently dropped me on the couch before plopping down next to me. "did you have anything planned."

i nodded, "mhm. i bought cookie dough so we can make cookies and watch a movie. but, we don't have to do that." i smiled softly.

he pats my knee before standing up, "well, let's go make those cookies. are you gonna watch scary movies with me tonight?"

i roll my eyes as i open the fridge. "why are you so persistent? horror movies aren't really my thing." i complain, setting the dough out on the counter.

johnnie had already gotten the cookie sheet out. "i think you'd really like them, you just haven't gotten to see any good ones!" he protests.

"fine." i give in, earning quiet cheers from johnnie. "if you traumatize me even more, i'm going to kill you."

"whatever you say, love." he smirks before placing a kiss on my forehead.

we began to make small balls of cookie dough and placed them strategically across the pan. i made johnnie put the pan in the oven since i had always been afraid of heat. i thanked him quickly, placing a kiss on his lips before eating some of the raw cookie dough. i gathered some of the leftovers on my finger and licked it off, my mouth making a pop sound. he raised his eyebrows before doing the same.

i smacked my lips slightly. "so, i had an idea." i smile nervously, "we should do face masks."

he raised his eyebrows higher. "i mean, sure."

"do i get to post us on instagram if we do?" i plead, pressing my hands together.

he dramatically rolled his eyes, "sure."

"your fangirls are gonna eat that shit up." i teased. "we can put them on while we wait for the cookies to bake."

"yeah," he held a goofy smile on his face.

we took an adventure to the bathroom. i pulled out a container of peel off face mask that i had gotten at dollar tree, funny enough. "this shit may burn our skin off, it's from dollar tree."

"oh, whatever. my skin is fucked up anyway." he replied, covering his face and shaking his head.

"oh, shut up." i laughed. i handed him a headband. "we gotta pull your bangs back, babe."

he scrunched his nose before obliging, slipping on the slug eye headband to reveal his forehead. i took a makeup wipe and began to take off all of the excess makeup he had on. he washed his face as i did the same, taking off all my makeup then washing my face whenever he was done.

i hopped up on the counter to get to eye level with Johnnie. i squeezed some of the face mask onto my finger before spreading it all over his forehead and face. the sparkly hot pink face mask was a drastic contrast to his fully black clothing and dark hair.

he looked in the mirror, making weird faces as the face mask began to dry. "give it here, let me do yours." he giggled like a child before taking the tube from my hand.

while he was putting the pink goo all over my freshly washed face, another idea popped into my head. "what if we built a fort to watch a movie in with our cookies?" the giddiness in my voice shone through.

he smiled, "what? are we in 5th grade?" he asked me teasingly as he washed the leftover face mask off of his fingers.

"no, but what's stopping us? come on, it'll be fun!" i pleaded with him.

"i'm just messing with you, i'd love to." he admitted. he kissed me forehead, getting face mask on his lips. he laughed, "shit." he mumbled as he wiped the residue off of his mouth.

"okay, let's go heck on those cookies." i dragged him out of the bathroom back into the kitchen. as i opened the oven, a strong draft of chocolate chip cookie smell hit me. "oh my god, they smell so good." i exaggerated.

"well, are they done?" he asked impatiently.

"looks like it." i scooted out of the way so he could pull them out of the oven.

we let them cool as we migrated to the living room to make our fort. johnnie pulled in chairs from the dining room as i gathered all of my extra sheets and blankets. i made a palette on the floor and Johnnie put a chair at every corner and 2 on either side of the blankets. from the floor, we could see the tv perfectly. using teamwork, we draped a sheet over all of the chairs. finally, we tossed all of our pillows inside.

the cookers were still warm but now they were edible. i tossed a bag of popcorn in the microwave as we plated the cookies and grabbed glasses of milk and another miscellaneous drink from my fridge.

Johnnie and i crawled into the blanket fort. i leaned back into his shoulder, careful as to not get any face mask on his shirt. he smelled faintly of his cologne and the face mask. i turned on IT, specifically the one from 2017. It was one of my favorite movies, obviously. i pulled out my phone and took a picture of the two of us before setting it as my new wallpaper and posting it on instagram.

Johnnie began to pick at his now dried face mask. “i think mine is fully dried.”

“the. you can peel it off and put the scraps-“ i paused, looking for somewhere to set them for the time being. “somewhere. we can throw them away later, i don’t want to get up now.”

after i had peeled all of mine off, i curled up in johnnies arms. i leaned my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. we laid like that for a couple hours, adjusting as needed as we watched IT and the sequel to IT.

“you hungry?” Johnnie gently shook my shoulder, making sure i was awake. “i’ll door dash us something to eat, if you are.”

i nodded, “yeah, i am.”

“wanna order Chick-Fil-A?” he asked, scrolling through the door dash app.

i hummed, “that sounds so good right now, yes.”

he made the order. i rolled over to check my phone. it was around 1 in the morning, and surprisingly i wasn’t all that tired. Johnnie decided to turn on The Crow since i had never seen it before.

whenever the food finally arrived, we ate our hearts out and finished off the rest of the cookies we had made. we turned on another movie whenever that was over. Johnnie and i laid there in each others arms, full and content.

as both of our eyelids began to get heavy and our eyes watery, we decided to move upstairs into my bedroom. i threw myself onto the bed and Johnnie crawled in next to me, wrapping his arms around me before pulling me closer. he kissed my forehead, whispering a sweet goodnight before we both drifted off to sleep.

[onceonafullmoon]

Can you please write anten x reader headcanons?? Thank you!!!!

Ofc!

Warnings for cannon typical violence and slight NSFW (mostly just slightly suggestive)

Anten x GN! Reader

You're probably friends with Kurotsuno to begin with, but you've never met many of her more... eccentric "friends" aside from Hanten

If you were to ask her about it, she'd just brush you off, although it's really because she cares about you and doesn't want you to meet any of the freaks that frequent her home

But eventually, you win her over and you find yourself a one way ticket to Kurotsuno's house

Its... definitely something... a lot more blood than you expected to be sure (see, Met had snuck into the house and Hanten was not pleased)

But somehow you manage to get yourself separated from Kurotsuno in the house, and it's there you meet Anten

You... aren't very impressed to say the least when you meet him, he's arrogant and self-centered, and he even tries to hit on you, much to your discomfort

Luckily for you Hanten grabs him and tosses him out the window, to which you thank her with a grateful smile

You think that that's the end of that and thank Kurotsuno for letting you stay

...but of course, that isn't the end of it, rather only the beginning because you end up seeing him again while on a stroll through the pitch black world

And this time, he seems to be in quite a bit of trouble. Some sort of an altercation with an angel?

Well, it seems like it, and it's getting kind of… messy, there’s lots of blood, and, oh gosh are those intestines?

Okay, normally you wouldn’t interfere, but you can’t help but feel bad for the guy, despite not knowing him well

Or, as you would soon find out, because you didn’t know him well

Anyways, you’re about to take a risk and possibly throw yourself into the direct line of fire due to your personal fault of being too nice when all of a sudden–

Wait, did Anten just get decapitated?!

Oh shit, did you just witness a murder?!

Well, while you’re freaking out about that, the angel takes their leave and Anten’s head slowly rolls to a stop at your feet

You’re about to pass out, scream, cry or all of the above when his head coldly asks you whether you’re done gawking

Oh, right, he’s a demon, you think to yourself

You would take the time to process, but your kind nature wins over your need to assess your mental wellbeing, and you do your best to gather all of his limbs and drag him to a hospital.

Needless to say, it’s a very messy ordeal, and you end up looking like a scene out of a horror movie when you’re done

But Anten doesn’t seem to care, you see, he’s not really used to people being nice to him

Much less, attractive people being nice to him 

So needless to say, after this very bloody interaction he finds himself somewhat smitten with you

It’s not anything he takes notice of at first, but with the way you two keep on bumping into each other at Kurotsuno’s place and just in general around the Pitch Black World…

Well, he can’t really deny it anymore.

Which leads us into the very embarrassing and downright depressing phase of Anten trying to woo you

It’s especially hard for him because almost everyone who knows you and knows him is trying their absolute best to dissuade this match from happening

Kurotsuno drags you away from him whenever he tries to talk to you, Hanten just punches him into a wall if he even looks at you, Maekami purposefully seats him away from you and even the people who are neutral about you do their best to interfere simply because everyone hates him

But somehow despite everyone's attempts to keep him away, his downright awful personality and his general presence causing issues for everyone…

Well, you can’t help finding his persistence… somewhat charming?

Yeah, you might be delusional, but fuck it if you’re not living your life

Enter the start of your relationship.

He’s definitely a self centered asshole by nature, but damn it if he doesn’t try his best to tone it down around you

He knows that you’re far too good for him, so you better believe he at least puts in some work

A lot of people actually find this amusing/ refreshing, and so it kind of becomes a thing that if you’re with him people are a lot more willing to deal with him

Oh, but know that Kurotsuno thinks that you’re an absolute moron

It’s like a case of a friend getting together with a shitty ex, it’s just painful for her to watch

Anyways, you two tend to get into fights a lot due to your opposing natures, so what happens a lot of the time is that he has to swallow his pride and go groveling back to you for forgiveness

Which you always grant him for reasons unknown

A lot of your time will also be spent patching him up from the various fights he gets into

Correction, not fights, one sided beatdowns that he’s the victim of

Kurotsuno is highly annoyed that you shed tears for this man, if he can even be qualified for one

Slight NSFW mention

In the bedroom, he tends to go slightly overboard, though that might be because he’s pent up from not having anyone in a long while lmaoooo

He really likes it when you pull on his hair, but don’t tell anyone that’s a secret

He also really likes it when you’re in charge and putting him in his place, cough degrading kink cough

In all, no one knows why you two are together, least of all him, but he’ll be damned if he lets you slip through his fingers

[anonauthorsworkshop]

A loooongen time ago I wrote this... Crack? I dunno what I was on while writing this but I made the decision to share it with yall now.. *puts on theater glasses* you can call me the.. 🪐 anon. in style. have a good evening !!

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You're sitting in one of the chairs, chilling.

Currently, you and 049, and 035 are hanging out. 

It's a bit complicated here, you think. Chaotic energy radiatess off your trio, and all the scientists steer away from your room. Though, it's not like you're doing drugs. Maybe it's because you look like you're on drugs – but that's not the point. 

Surprisingly, you three sit at the table and are talking about random things. And everything is going better than you thought. The conversations go a lot smoother than you could ever imagine it to go two hours ago when you were notified of your little 'playdate'. They rarely let you out of that damn cell. Probably because of your goddamn mouth. Now that you think about it, they could even strap something on your mouth to make sure you wouldn't say a word, and you'd even be content with that if it meant you could roam around.

Seriously though. You mean no one harm.. you think. It's only sometimes– wait, is 035 whispering to 049 right now? Your eyebrow is immediately raised, your eyes narrowed. How very suspicious. What tea are they hiding from you, anyway? You thought this was a open minded table.

“What are you whispering to each other about so suspiciously?” you interrogate not so pushily. 035 straightens up and snickers to himself. “Oh, nothing at all! Don't worry your pretty little head about it.” 

Your gaze doesn't waver, though you notice something off about 049. He seems lost in thought, and before you can ask what's up, 035 interrupts your train of thought. “Hey, [Name]?” your eyes drift towards his. “Yes?” he puts a hand on his chin. “You humans are pretty ticklish… right?” “.. Where is this coming from?” and then you see it. You see your doom right before your eyes as it hits you. You had been fooled.

049 is on his feet, making way to you. 

“NO!” you get out of your chair immediately, posing behind. “Reconsider!”

(Un) surprisingly it doesn't faze him. Rather, he's well on his way to you, hand outstretched. You run amok in the room, with 049 hot on your tail. 035 is laughing his ass off in the background, cackling. “035!” you shout exasperatedly. “you told him it, didn't you,” you look at him in utter betrayal as he wipes his black goo from his eye with a finger. You narrowly dodge 049's hand, and he pauses. Like you threw a bucket of water at him. “[Name],” he murmurs. “I would like to test something. I promise I won't hurt you–” “Bro, stop.” another pause. “But i–” 

Much to your utter dismay and horror, 049 is persistent, and it actually doesn't take long for him to catch you. You had climbed on top of the table in desperation, but alas, you slipped and fell on your ass before falling off the table again. But 049 had caught you, luckily or unluckily for you. And WOOOAAW. The position is just perfect for him to attack your sides! “NOOO- ”

And that is how you were fallen, my brother. You laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling. How did it come to this?

“I didn't know humans could be so dramatic,” 035 commented, followed by a banshee laugh. “someone's coming to my level, it seems. It's rather unexpected, i admit. But a welcome change!~ only because it's you though,” you looked at him in the corners of your eyes. And then a idea hit you. Not literally, but – it was an idea. You slowly sat up, and 049 watched in mild concern. He had satisfied his curiosity, but at what cost?

“Hey, 035…” you started. He perked up at your voice and hummed, urging you to continue. You stood up and faced him with a blank face. “you can feel whatever your host feels, right?” at that, his eyes widened. He lost his composure for a moment before chuckling. It sounded nervous to you. “Ahaha! what ever do you mean? This body is-” and you were already on him. He jumped out of his chair, it scraping loudly against the floor and falling down, but none paid it mind. “Hey hey wait!” he glanced behind and stumbled at the sight of a creepy, small smile on your blank face.

“It's okay, just one tickle tickle…” you said quietly, creeping closer as he sweat dropped. It wasn't sweat, but his black goo goo shit. It went in waterfalls as he panicked, slipping in his own goo. He looked up in alarm. “just a tickle…” you mumbled, and that was it. He melted on the spot. 

You blinked, staring at him. Even 049 was stunned into silence before turning away, hand on his beak and shoulders shaking. 035 was incredibly embarrassed and wanted to disappear into a black hole at the moment. He couldn't believe that just happened. That was so pathetic of him!! 

You burst out laughing at the sight, slapping your knee. He really didn't want you to tickle him huh. 035 further hid in his goo, furious and appalled at his actions.

"He melted on the spot" I'M CRYING

[codicesandflora]

What if it wasn’t as simple as Crowley convincing Aziraphale to run away with him to Alpha Centauri? What if when God made Aziraphale the Guardian of the Eastern Gate, She also bound him to Earth so he could never abandon his duties? He could still travel to Heaven or Hell, but he could never exist in any other place physically aside from Earth.

So, imagine if Crowley had actually persuaded Aziraphale to at least look at Alpha Centauri to see what he thought of it. Crowley would navigate them through the stars, remembering his role in creating them.

And when they arrive, Crowley finds a planet like Earth. And it’s beautiful, reminding him of Eden in a wonderful, alien way.

But then Crowley turns around and is horrified to see that his angel has collapsed.

And he isn’t moving.

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So somehow I ended up writing a fic for this....XD Let me apologize in advance....

Edit: Here is a link for it on AO3 for anyone who would prefer to read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19983193

Ensnared

“It’s a big universe. Even if all this ends up in a puddle of burning goo, we could go off together.”

“Go off together?”

Crowley held his breath, not that that meant much to a demon.

Aziraphale could be infuriatingly stubborn at times. Especially when it really mattered. It was as if Divine Will blinded him to truths right in front of his face. But Crowley also knew the angel well enough to know when Aziraphale was opening himself up to wavering.

And just now, it had been there in Aziraphale’s voice. This was Crowley’s one chance. He could not screw this up.

He walked back toward the angel, his movements deliberate yet gentle, his hands held out.

“Just...come with me. Just for a moment. Let me show you what it’s like out there, and then we can come right back, if you want to. Please, angel.”

Crowley made sure to keep his voice soft as he approached. It was like trying to not startle a dove into flying away. Which was, in essence, what he was doing. Eventually, he was standing face to face with Aziraphale. The angel was looking up at him with hope shining in his eyes. Hope mixed with disbelief. Probably disbelief that someone would offer this to him.

This made Crowley angrier than he had ever been, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to keep his rage hidden. Anger could so easily be misread. And that was something he could not afford right now.

Acting on what he hoped were good instincts, Crowley dared to reach down and take one of Aziraphale’s hands into his. The angel flinched slightly, but did not pull his hand away. Instead, he curled his fingers around Crowley’s.

“Crowley…” he breathed.

Meanwhile, Crowley was struggling to remember what words were for. The feel of that soft, warm hand in his was shoving knowledge right out of his mind.

Hoping that movement would re-activate some of his brain cells, he guided Aziraphale out from underneath the bandstand. The angel still hadn’t let go of his hand, and the fingers were shaking. Crowley recognized the gesture. He’d seen it first-hand in countries that were stricken by famine. He had memories of people clutching brittle crusts of bread with both fear and reverence.

And this is what Aziraphale was doing. The angel was starving for even the smallest crumbs of tenderness toward him and was terrified that he was reading what was happening between them all wrong.

It was then that Crowley realized that he had been wrong. This made even more furious than he had been a few seconds ago.

‘Oh angel, why do you let them do this to you? You’re a being of love. And those bastards in Heaven sneer at you, hoping you’ll wither away alone while they bask in Grace.’

‘They don’t deserve your sacrifices.’

‘They never did.’

Once they were out in the open, Crowley whipped the sunglasses off his face while letting his wings unfurl. He jammed them into a pocket while he watched Aziraphale respond by releasing his own snow-white wings.

“Just hold onto me,” Crowley said. “And I’ll navigate. Ready?”

Aziraphale nodded, and Crowley was rewarded by a small, yet sweet smile. The demon made sure to look away so that he could concentrate on where they were going. Then with a steadying huff, he took off into the sky, Aziraphale rising alongside him.

They climbed hundreds of feet into the air before their speed increased and altered. It stopped being flight and became transference. An angel and a demon ceased to exist in the way that matter on Earth normally did. Their bodies morphed and changed as they sped out from the solar system.

Throughout this, Crowley beamed. Well, as much as one could beam while zipping across the universe as a form of energy. Stars that he had helped build sped by the same way headlights streaked beside him on the road while driving his Bentley. They brought back memories of a time when his purpose was to create, not destroy.

Eventually, he found his target and aimed for it, still aware of the angel’s hold on him.

In the blink of an eye, the journey was over. They were on a planet near the center of Alpha Centauri. Twin suns were setting down on a horizon that was a cool ripple of purple and green foliage. Crowley’s mind immediately pondered what it would be like to try to cultivate some of those plants.

“Look at it, angel,” Crowley said, raising his hands to the sky. “Look at those flowers over there. And humans think the most beautiful garden ever was Eden. If they could see this, they’d….”

Crowley suddenly stopped. It took a full second to realize what was bothering him, but once he did, a shiver went through him.

He had finally noticed that Aziraphale was no longer holding his hand. And that the angel hadn’t made a sound since they had arrived.

Crowley whirled around, his heart dropping. Aziraphale had made it here and was only a few feet away. But the angel was a crumpled heap on the ground. An unmoving heap.

Something like a squeak erupted from Crowley’s throat as he rushed over and knelt beside Aziraphale’s still form. The angel’s skin was cold, his face covered with a grey-blue pallor.

“Angel?” He grabbed Aziraphale’s arm and shook. Hard. When that didn’t work, Crowley persisted, shaking and patting Aziraphale’s face over and over. But there wasn’t even a twitch.

“Angel, what’s wrong? Wake up. Bless it, Aziraphale, wake up!”

The angel still did not respond other than to grow colder to the touch. Apparently, Aziraphale wasn’t even aware enough of his corporal form to be concerned with breathing or letting his heart beat.

Crowley, on the other hand, felt his own heart constricting, the life being squeezed out of it. Aziraphale was dying. That much was certain. Whether it was simply discorporation or actual celestial death, he couldn’t tell. And he wasn’t going to risk it either way.

Crowley reached down and gathered Aziraphale into his arms, his heart receiving another jolt of pain when the angel still did not show any signs of life. His mind had formed a hunch. A desperate hunch to be sure, but the only thing he had at the moment to stop himself from unraveling.

‘I just need to get you back to Earth. You were ok when we were there. So hang on, angel, all right? I’ll get you back. I promise.’

Crowley tightened his hold and took a deep breath. In a flash, his wings were out again and he moved, pushing himself to the limits of his brain’s ability to hold onto the memory of his and Aziraphale’s physical bodies. He longed to go faster, but he was already feeling the strain of keeping himself and Aziraphale together.

‘Please, Aziraphale…please you have to…I can’t….’

‘Please….’

In barely enough time for a star to twinkle, the two of them were back under the abandoned bandstand. Thankfully, the park was still empty, so no one was there to witness a demon folding his wings away while cradling an angel in his arms.

Crowley blinked hard and fast, his breaths catching in his throat as he waited to see if Aziraphale was still fading away.

Those breaths finally came out in quaking gasps as he watched the color return to the angel’s face, and Aziraphale’s chest begin to move again. Crowley wanted to tell him to open his eyes, but he was afraid his voice would crack the moment he attempted a single word.

Blue eyes finally appeared from behind barely open eyelids while Aziraphale’s mouth fell open with a groan.

“Dear…what…where…?”

A laugh, genuine, but still strangled came out of Crowley as he helped Aziraphale sit up.

“We’re back on Earth, angel. How are you feeling?”

Aziraphale’s brow creased as he contemplated that question. He remained silent while folding his wings away and rubbing his face. Crowley continued to keep an arm wrapped around the angel’s waist, hoping that would be enough to steady his own nerves.

“We were in Alpha Centauri, weren’t we? Why did we…?”

A look of horror suddenly appeared in Aziraphale’s eyes, his lips parting. The dread that Crowley was just starting to let go of came back in full force.

“Angel? What is it?”

“That…that is what he meant,” Aziraphale mumbled. Eyes full of regret and apology turned toward Crowley, and the demon was certain that he didn’t want to hear whatever was coming next.

“Gabriel mentioned a long time ago that Heaven’s agents can never abandon Earth once they are assigned there,” Aziraphale continued. “I don’t know why he told me that. It wasn’t as if I’d expressed any desire to leave. But I…I’m sorry, Crowley. I don’t think I can go anywhere else. Other than to the celestial plane. And well…you know what the choices are there.”

Crowley nodded. Heaven or Hell. Those were the only other two options. Neither of which had any room for an angel and a demon to stay together.

Aziraphale nodded slowly in return, his eyes downcast. Crowley knew that he could go back to Alpha Centauri or anywhere else in the universe he fancied, but there was no escape for Aziraphale. If the Apocalypse wasn’t stopped, the angel would have to either fight or die. Or fight and then die anyway. Crowley doubted that the armies of Heaven would care which outcome actually occurred.

Fresh rage burned Crowley from within. How could She do this to Aziraphale? Hadn’t he done enough for Her? Why couldn’t She give him even the smallest amount of mercy?

“I’m sorry.”

Crowley blinked and then turned his attention back to Aziraphale. The angel looked even more desolate than before. And the worst of it was that only part of that grief was due to being trapped on Earth.

The other part was most likely regret over disappointing someone yet again.

Crowley reached over and took Aziraphale’s hand, forcing himself to smile while stroking his thumb over the angel’s palm.

“It’s all right, angel. Where’s the fun of wandering around the galaxy when you have to do it alone? And where would I put the Bentley in a place like that? And…and the plants. I can’t leave my plants here. They’d never behave on their own.”

Aziraphale looked up, a smile twisted by unshed tears on his lips. Crowley scooted closer, slinging his other arm around Aziraphale’s shoulders.

“We’ll fix this, right? There’s got to be something we can do. Something we haven’t thought of. We just have to think.”

The peal of trumpets caused both of them to look upward. Once it had dissipated, they went back to looking into each other’s eyes, panic mirrored on their faces. That was the sound of the Antichrist setting things into motion. The Apocalypse was beginning.

Aziraphale’s lower lip quavered. “Crowley…you have to….”

Crowley clenched his jaw and gave Aziraphale’s hand a firm squeeze.

“I’m not leaving, angel. Whatever happens…I’m in it to the end.”

Aziraphale opened his mouth, probably to protest, but apparently had a sudden change of heart because he ended up just nodding instead. Then he leaned against Crowley, resting his forehead against the demon’s shoulder.

Crowley tilted his head so he could press his cheek into those white curls. The chances of them getting out of this intact were next to nothing. But he reasoned that that was still ok.

They were together. Live or die, they would do it together. That was the only thing that mattered.

[ghostsray]

(Merry Christmas Truce, @purpleillusn​ ! You asked for something wholesome with Dani and/or Jazz, and, well, I hope this is good enough.

Warning: Slight body horror I guess?? because of Dani melting)

Word count: 3038

     Jazz’s grip tightened around the book in her hands as she tried to drown out the sounds of her parents arguing. Last Christmas, the two adult Fentons had agreed to forget about their yearly arguments over Santa Clause. Unfortunately, they somehow moved on to arguing over Santa’s elves, which meant that the Christmas tradition of fighting over useless topics persisted, much to the exasperation of their two children.

     She could tell that Danny was trying his best not to be a Grinch after the events of last year, but after listening to around five minutes of how there was no way elves could survive the freezing north pole’s weather in those silly costumes of theirs unless they had fur or blubber, he eventually made the smart choice of spending the Christmas day out with Tucker and Sam. Unfortunately, since she had no close friends of her own, Jazz was unable to experience the same freedom. That was why she was in the living room now, sitting on a couch by herself with a book in her hands as her parents argued away.

     It became evident, once she had to reread the same sentence for the fifth time, that reading in the same room as her parents was impossible. She sighed and left the room, heading toward the stairs. She would have made a comment to her parents, but she doubted they would hear her when they were so invested in their debate.

     Halfway up the stairs, a sudden indoors breeze made her shiver—then something cold and wet landed on her shoulder. Of course, it couldn’t be snow because she was indoors and there didn’t seem to be any ice ghost around. Confused, she turned her head to look at what could have touched her shoulder. A small lump of glowing green goo greeted her.

     She jumped in surprise, nearly tripping down a step, before quickly wiping the substance off her shoulder. A green stain on her sweater was left in its place. She flapped her hand to shake the glowing goop off, and it was then that her eyes caught another stain on the stairs a few steps down. As her eyes traveled farther, she saw more and more green blotches roughly leading to the kitchen.

     She didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that this substance was ectoplasm. Why it was dripped in a trail inside her house was another matter entirely. From her experience hunting specters, she had seen only two forms of ectoplasm which leaked from ghosts. The first kind was in the form of saliva drooled by animal ghosts (which was unlikely to be the case, since there didn’t seem to be any canine phantom around). The second kind was in the form of a ghost’s blood.

     She felt a weight settle in her chest at that thought. Was this Danny’s blood? Did he get injured in a fight? But he said ghosts won’t attack on Christmas. Could he have been wrong? She cast a quick glance to the living room at her parents, but they seemed unaware of the ectoplasmic stains on the floor. Bringing her focus back to the stains, she bit her lip before deciding to follow them to the kitchen.

     Nothing was there, but she did see two more blotches on the floor. It was hard to tell because they were spaced apart, but they seemed to lead toward the basement, so that was where Jazz went. As she reached the basement’s door, she thought she heard clattering coming from below, and she hesitated, wondering what its source was doing. Steeling herself, she finally pushed the door open before cautiously stepping inside.

     Since nobody used the lab on Christmas, the lights were switched off. However, that didn’t mean the place was completely dark. Neon light came from the various ectoplasm in the lab—from the portal behind its striped blast doors, from the ectoplasm-storing weapons, from more stains scattered across the lab and from the thing these stains led to, which was…

     Jazz had to swallow back the bile that rose up her throat. There was a ghost in the basement, but a ghost of what, she wasn’t sure. It looked like it may have been humanoid at some point, but it was melting. Drops of bright ectoplasm fell from parts of its body which it failed to hold together, staining the floor where they hit. The melting ghost was frantically searching through her parents’ inventions, throwing metal scraps off tables and shelves, and Jazz realized that was the reason for the clattering she heard from the kitchen.

     She didn’t realize that her body was moving down the basement stairs until she accidentally skipped a step. She caught herself, but a loud sound echoed from her footstep as she did, alerting the ghost to her presence. It whipped around to face her—

     Jazz had to catch herself after seeing the ghost’s eyes. Though green eyes were not entirely uncommon among ghosts, there was something about the vivid, lime glow in this one’s pair that reminded her greatly of Danny. And they seemed scared. But before she could confirm if this really was her brother or not, the ghost vanished from sight.

     Jazz blinked. It was difficult to see in the dull glow of ectoplasm, so she reached for the light switch and flipped it. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling overhead turned on, giving her a clearer view of the mess that had been her parents’ lab. The girl turned her head in every angle in search for the disappeared phantom when a soft plop snapped her attention to a corner behind a shelf. There, another small blob of ectoplasm had fallen. More drops joined it in a small puddle of green; they were dripping from what appeared to be nothing, becoming visible as soon as they left the ghost’s main body.

     Slowly, Jazz made her way toward the spot. A smear in the green puddle told her that the ghost had moved, so she swiftly held up her hands in what she hoped was a placating gesture. “It’s alright,” she said. “I won’t hurt you.”

     There was a brief silence, and for a second Jazz wondered if maybe the ghost had left. But after a while, she heard an echoey voice ask, “You won’t?”

     It was a girl’s voice—a young one. She even sounded a bit like Danny when he was younger. Jazz turned to where she thought the voice came from and gave a gentle smile. “Just because I’m a Fenton doesn’t mean I’m as impulsive as my parents. If you want to talk to me, I’ll listen,” she told her. She wasn’t sure why she was being so gentle with a ghost—maybe it was because she reminded her somehow of Danny, or maybe it was because of the fear she saw briefly when their eyes met—but she had a feeling that this ghost was innocent and just wanted help.

     Another beat of silence. Jazz could almost feel the hesitation coming from the young ghost. Finally, the phantom let herself become visible again and floated in front of Jazz.

     Now that she was right in front of her and wasn’t disappearing from sight, Jazz was able to observe her appearance; and she found even more traits she shared with Danny, or at least a younger version of him. It was hard to pick them out at first due to all the melting, but she saw, in addition to the glowing green eyes, snow white hair and a faint splash of freckles across her face. She also wore a black-and-white suit akin to Danny’s, although her design was slightly different.

     As Jazz wondered why this ghost looked so much like Danny, a memory clicked in her brain—a story of one of Danny’s adventures which he had relayed to her one day. She remembered how she felt so fussy over her little brother after hearing what happened to him, and how angry she was at Vlad for having done such a thing. But her brother had shrugged it off and said that, on the bright side, at least he had a likeable half-ghost “cousin” now—the same cousin, Jazz was sure, that stood before her now.

     “I know, it looks kind of bad,” Dani said, pulling Jazz out of her thoughts. She had a sheepish smile on her face, although it looked like only half a smile since the other half was literally melting—which, by the way, her face was melting and yet the girl seemed fine by it. Jazz watched as she brought a hand up in a ‘wave it off’ gesture, and she had to swallow back bile when it caused ectoplasm to spray from her hand as she waved. “But don’t worry,” the ghost girl said, ignoring the amount of substance her body was losing, “I’ve totally got it.” Jazz didn’t seem convinced.

     “You’re melting,” Jazz pointed out, still horrified by the sight before her. The younger girl chuckled and brought a goopy hand to rub at her neck.

     “Yeah, I guess I am,” she admitted with a shrug. “…Okay, so maybe it is pretty bad. I’ve kinda been hoping I could find something here to fix me.” Quieter, she added, “Danny did last time.”

     “‘Last time’?” Jazz questioned, having heard her sentence. “So it’s not the first time this happened to you?”

     Dani looked away. “I’m…unstable,” she said after a moment. “Normally, I can keep myself together…but apparently not forever.”

     Jazz felt a surge of sympathy for the young girl, who currently seemed to be sinking lower into the ground as her body spread across the floor. Right. She was still melting. “You said Danny helped you last time,” Jazz pointed out. “How did he do that?”

     Dani scrunched her face (or what was left of it, anyway). “He used something called…Ecto Dejecto, I think,” she stated. “It sort of un-melted me.”

     Jazz nodded. Ecto Dejecto. She knew where that was…right? She always tried to pay careful attention to all her parents’ inventions in case they ever use it on her brother, but lately she’s been focused on prepping herself for college, so she wasn’t as attentive as she used to be. Her brows creased with worry as she tried to recall what Ecto Dejecto was and where her parents may have placed it. From the corner of her vision, she saw of Dani, who was more puddle than person now. The sight made her heart quicken its pace. She had to find this Dejecto thing now.

     She walked in big strides to one of the shelves and scanned the things sitting there. It was then that she realized she still didn’t know what the thing she was looking for looked like, so she turned to Dani (ignoring the churning in her stomach when she saw her) and asked, “Do you remember what it looked like?”

     “It was a liquid, in a needle,” she helpfully supplied. “Could you find it quickly, though? ‘Cause…” She didn’t need to finish her sentence.

     Jazz’s eyes zoomed past the entire shelf, but there wasn’t any needle she could find. She was missing something, she knew, but what? She shut her eyes, trying to remember anything about this Ecto Dejecto—and she did.

     With a bright glint in her eyes, she rushed toward a box in the corner of the lab where her parents dumped all their failed experiments. She rummaged through its contents, and when that took too long, she dumped them on the floor then rummaged through them again. There! A needle with a tape on it labelling it as Ecto Dejecto. She picked it up, hurried to where Dani was, felt startled when she saw that she had become no more than a green puddle, shook away her fear, and pushed the needle’s contents into the puddle that was Dani.

     At first, nothing happened. Then the puddle started to bubble. It continued to bubble, and Jazz began to fear that maybe she got the wrong needle in the dark—or, worse yet, that her parents might have perfected its original purpose of dissolving ghosts. But just as her heart was pounding and tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, the green liquid began to rise, shaping itself into the form of a small girl. Jazz let out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding, and the tears in her eyes did fall, but out of relief.

     As she watched, green turned to black, white, and tan, until Dani was once again herself, in one piece and fully solid this time. The ghost girl looked down at herself, flexed a hand experimentally, and when she was sure that it worked, a large grin broke out on her face. “Thank you!” she cried to Jazz, and she seemed to hold out her arms for a second, but then she hesitated and dropped them by her sides. Sensing her wanted embrace, Jazz smiled and pulled the girl into a hug. After a moment, the girl hugged back.

     “I’m just glad you’re fine,” Jazz said, “Danielle.”

     Dani pulled out of their hug to give her a surprised look. “You know who I am?”

     Jazz laughed. “Of course I do! Danny told me about you.”

     “Oh,” Dani said, then smacked her own forehead. “Right. Of course he did—you’re his sister.”

     Jazz giggled, enjoying the dumb expression on Dani’s face. “But hey, I guess that makes us sisters, too, right?” she said once her laughter died down. “I mean, Danny said you’re his clone, and I’m not an expert on genetics, but…”

     Dani thought about this and smiled. “Yeah…I guess we are,” she replied. She let a ring of light form around her waist, which then split and traveled up and down her body, turning her hair black, her eyes blue, and replacing her monochrome suit with a colorful hoodie and shorts. Jazz found herself faced with an almost-exact copy of a younger human Danny, wearing a smile that reached her eyes. “Sisters. I like that.”

     After getting over the surprise from her sudden transformation, Jazz smiled back. She understood, now, why Danny was willing to forget what Vlad did back then as long as it led to the creation of Dani; though she only just met her, she could tell that Dani was a sweet girl. Then Jazz broke their eye contact to look around at the lab, and she winced at the sight of scraps and gizmos scattered across the floor. “Yeah, we might have to clean this lab up pretty soon, or Mom and Dad will want to know what happened.”

     “If we’re sisters, then does that make them my mom and dad, too?” Dani asked excitedly, still wearing that grin on her face.

     “Well, sure, genetically,” Jazz said. That must have been a wrong thing to say, because Dani’s smile faded. Realizing what she said, Jazz quickly amended, “We could get them to adopt you, though! Just think about it. We could be real sisters, and you won’t have to live without a home anymore.”

     “Did Danny tell them his secret?”

     Now both the girls’ smiles were gone as that question sunk in. Of course, if they wanted to adopt Dani, then Jack and Maddie would want to know who she is, and there was no way they could answer their questions without revealing Danny as Phantom. Silence hung heavy around the two girls.

     Dani broke it with a shuffle of her foot and a saying of, “I can clean the lab. I’m the one who messed it up in the first place, after all. You should go back to your parents and celebrate Christmas or whatever.”

     At this, Jazz scoffed. At the confused look Dani gave her, she held up her hands and said, “Sorry, but no one would want to be around Jack and Maddie Fenton on Christmas. They argue all the time this day over nonsensical subjects.”

     “Huh,” Dani said. “That explains the yelling I heard when I came in…but I thought Christmas was a time for family bonding.”

     “It is, for most families. But the Fenton family isn’t like most,” Jazz informed her with a sly grin. After a second, her smile receded, and she observed Dani for a moment. “…Have you ever celebrated Christmas?”

     Dani shook her head. Then, smirking, she pointed at herself and said, “This baby is only a few months old. Today is literally the first Christmas ever in my life.”

     “Really?”

     “Yeah.” As her arms lowered to her sides, she looked away and said, “Not like I have anyone to celebrate it with.”

     Jazz frowned. Then she set her face into a determined expression. “That’s not true,” she announced. “You have me. And Danny.”

     Dani looked up at her. “But what about your parents?”

     “I already told you, no one wants to be around them today. Besides, we see them every day. I’d rather spend the day with you.”

     That seemed to put the smile right back on Dani’s face. But then she looked around uncertainly. “What about the lab?”

     “Oh, that.” Jazz took in the sight of the messy lab, then turned back to Dani and shrugged. “I can just say a ghost came in and destroyed it.”

     “Well, it wouldn’t be a lie,” Dani responded with a smirk as she allowed herself to transform again into her phantom form.

     Jazz’s smile stretched across her face once more. Then she got up and held out a hand to Dani. “Coming?” she asked. “I’m thinking about finding Danny and forcing him to celebrate Christmas with us against his will.”

     “Isn’t that kind of rude?”

     “Hey, it’s a sibling’s job to be rude. You’ll learn soon enough.”

     Dani laughed. “Alright,” she said, taking hold of her older sister’s hand. “But we’ll have to sneak past your parents.”

     “I don’t know. I bet they’re still arguing over elves and what they should wear to work.”

     “Wow. Those really are nonsensical topics.”

     Laughing, the two made their way up the basement stairs. “Oh, and Dani,” Jazz said, catching the younger girl’s attention. “You can call them your parents, too.”