#event: weston turns one

[oliviaamendola]

EVERYONE IS INVITED!

Please join Olivia and Danny Amendola in celebrating their son's first birthday! While there is no specific dress code, please come ready for some outdoor Texas fun!

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[solelifauna]

Definitely NOT Invincible (Yandere Invincible & Reader)

(Y/n) Grayson, daughter of one of the greatest heroes, learns just how NOT invincible she is. Thrown back in time after her death, she must warn the Guardians of the Globe of the oncoming slaughter while she also battles her own monsters (both figuratively and literally). However, her father and brother begin to gain interest in her strange behavior, something (y/n) could rather do without.

(Y/n) Grayson,  the youngest member of the Grayson family, born to Nolan and Debbie Grayson, with your older brother, Mark, only three years your senior. Life growing up was idyllic in many ways—you had a loving father, mother, and brother who, at least for the first few years of your life, seemed completely normal. But you always knew something was different about your family, especially about your father and brother.

From an early age, you noticed how often your father would leave at odd hours, saying he was "called into work." When Mark turned 10, he and your dad started spending more time together, and they began excluding you from their bonding sessions. You were curious, but it wasn’t until your parents finally sat you down that you learned the truth: your father was Omni-Man, a powerful alien sent to protect Earth, and your brother had just started developing powers like his.

Excited by the revelation, you had a flood of questions—what it felt like to fly, whether you'd get powers, and what space was like. Though your father answered your questions kindly, the growing divide between you and your family was undeniable. Mark, once your geeky, lovable older brother, started to change. By the time you were 12 and he was 15, that change became frightening.

As Mark's powers grew stronger, so did his sense of superiority. He began referring to others as "humans" in a dismissive tone, something that deeply unsettled you. He no longer saw himself as part of the same species, despite being half-human. While he still had moments of warmth and humor with your family, outside of the home, Mark was becoming someone else—cold, calculating, and even cruel.

He rose in popularity at school thanks to his new powers, good looks, and charisma. He became the star athlete, using his power to brutalize opponents on the field, often injuring them far beyond what was acceptable, and then charming others to get out of trouble. One day, he came home covered in blood after beating a kid so badly that the other boy was left mangled and broken. Mark’s behavior was alarming, but what terrified you most was that your father approved of it. Omni-Man encouraged Mark’s aggressive dominance, much to your mother’s distress and your growing fear.

While Mark and your father’s relationship grew stronger, you felt more and more left out. Your own 10th birthday had passed, and your powers had yet to manifest. Nolan began spending less time with you, focusing on Mark's training, leaving you chasing the bond you once had with him. Debbie tried to bridge the gap, but you couldn’t help feeling the loss of both your father’s and brother’s attention.

The real turning point came when you were 12. One day after school, you were hanging out with your friends Hallie, Connor, and Weston in the reclusive meadow near your school. It was a peaceful, secluded spot until you were suddenly attacked by a strange creature—something none of you had ever seen before. It was monstrous, something straight out of the Dungeons & Dragons games you played. You barely managed to kill it, naming it a "Demogorgon" after the game. The four of you hid the body, terrified and confused.

You didn’t know what to tell your parents, but the scratches and bruises covering you were impossible to hide. Your father didn’t have time to deal with what seemed like childish nonsense, and the local law enforcement was baffled by the sudden attacks happening in your area. The creature you killed wasn’t a one-time event; strange attacks began occurring more frequently, leaving the community on edge. Still, your father was too occupied with his work for the government, and Mark was too wrapped up in his own world to help.

As time passed, it became painfully clear that your father was growing distant. You idolized him, but without powers of your own, it seemed like you were losing him. Mark, meanwhile, reveled in his strength, and with your father’s approval, his behavior became more dangerous and reckless. He started using his powers in more violent ways, and the line between heroism and cruelty began to blur for him. You watched your once-loving family dynamic twist into something darker.

Despite this, you chased after them both, desperate to stay close to the people you loved. You begged to join their training sessions, hoping that maybe your powers would eventually show. Yet, with each passing day, you felt the weight of their growing alienation. Mark was becoming someone you barely recognized—a far cry from the nerdy older brother who used to sneak you extra cookies at night and argue about comic book trivia.

Now, you and your friends are facing a looming threat from these mysterious creatures. The attacks are increasing, and no one seems able to stop them—not your father, not Mark, and not the authorities. As the danger mounts, you realize that you and your friends are the only ones who know the truth about the creatures. You’ll have to rely on each other to survive and solve the mystery behind these attacks.

Now at 15, your life had already turned into a living nightmare, but that year? That year, everything truly fell apart. You’d made it to high school, but the past three years had felt like an eternity. Your father was still physically there, but the emotional distance between you two had grown insurmountable. When he did spend time with you, it felt more like an obligation than a genuine connection. You weren’t stupid—you could see it in his eyes. He’d written you off the moment it became clear you didn’t have powers. To him, you were just another weak human, barely worth his time.

Mark wasn’t much better. He oscillated between two extremes: sometimes he was distant, barely acknowledging your existence at home or school. Other times, you’d catch glimpses of your old brother, the one who’d stay up late with you, watching cheesy movies and tucking you in when you fell asleep. Those rare moments of warmth became your lifeline. You clung to them desperately, as if each one could push back the growing darkness in your family.

But then there was the other thing—the real problem. The Demogorgon situation. What had started as a single encounter had become a full-on invasion. No one else seemed capable of dealing with it. Not your dad, not Mark, not the heroes the world adored. So you and your friends had decided to do it yourselves.

At first, it seemed impossible to hide the cuts, bruises, and sprains from fighting the monsters. But with your mom working full time and your father and brother too wrapped up in their own twisted lives to care, no one really noticed. You didn’t blame your mom—she was drowning in her own problems, trying to keep the family together despite everything.

You were fortunate enough to meet Haymitch—a rugged, grizzled man who’d been hunting the creatures for longer than you could imagine. He tried to tell you to back off, to leave it to the adults. But of course, you didn’t listen. You and your friends had been through too much, seen too much. In your stubborn teenage way, you refused to step aside, leaving him no choice but to train you. Over time, he became something of a mentor and a father figure, filling the void that your real father had left behind.

But that year? That year, the world came crashing down.

It started with the Guardians of the Globe. They were the strongest superhero team on the planet, and they were slaughtered—every last one of them. Except for your father. At first, the news rocked the world. Omni-Man was hailed as the tragic survivor, the hero who narrowly escaped death. But you knew better. Something felt wrong about the whole thing. Your gut told you there was more to the story, but you couldn’t imagine the scope of the horror that was to come.

Soon after, the truth emerged.

Your father didn’t come to Earth to protect it—he came to conquer it. And Mark, your once-nerdy, sometimes-kind brother, had fallen right in line with him. Together, they unleashed chaos on the planet. They pillaged cities, tearing through anyone who stood in their way. Mark, now going by the name Invincible, seemed to take after your father in the worst possible ways. The sweet boy who used to protect you from bullies was now a monster, crushing anyone—heroes, civilians, soldiers—who dared oppose him.

The world was plunged into ruin.

You and your friends ran, barely escaping the destruction. You thought maybe your father would have taken you, but no. You weren’t a Viltrumite. You weren’t powerful. You were just… nothing to him. Weak. Disposable. He had already whisked your mom away to a “safe location”—where, you didn’t know—but you were left behind. Haymitch stayed with you, leading your ragtag group as you all tried to survive in a world turned upside down.

You’d never felt so betrayed, so alone.

But even in the wreckage of your life, there was a flicker of hope. You had your friends, and you had Haymitch. And most importantly, you had a burning desire to stop your father and brother. Even if you didn’t have their powers, even if you didn’t have Viltrumite strength, you had something they didn’t—humanity.

And you were going to fight back.

Months passed, and the world’s governments were in tatters. Omni-Man and Invincible’s conquest was nearly complete. Entire cities lay in ruins, and any resistance from the human military or remaining superheroes was swiftly crushed. Yet, even amid the chaos, pockets of resistance formed. Small groups of survivors, including former heroes, started to organize, desperate to reclaim their planet.

You and your friends became part of that underground movement, thanks to Haymitch’s connections. He was no stranger to fighting overwhelming odds, and with his help, you quickly became proficient in guerrilla tactics. You might not have powers, but you had your wits, and you knew how to strike fast and hard, using the terrain and the enemy’s overconfidence against them.

Every day was a struggle, a fight for survival. You missed your mom, wondering if she was safe or if she even knew what was happening. As for your father… well, you weren’t sure what you felt anymore. Love? Hatred? Betrayal? It was all tangled up in a knot too painful to untangle.

And Mark. God, what had happened to him? Was he too far gone, or was there still a part of him that remembered what it meant to be human? The Mark you once knew wouldn’t have done this. But now, the lines were blurred. You didn’t know if he could be saved, or if he was beyond redemption.

The day started out like any other grim scavenging run. You, Hallie, Connor, Weston, and Haymitch had been searching for rations—anything to keep your group alive. The world had become a brutal place, where food and supplies were scarce, and desperation drove people to violence. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths with another group, and when you did, tension rose immediately.

The air was thick with the potential for bloodshed. Hands hovered near weapons, and the slightest wrong move could trigger a firefight. But as the seconds ticked by, you realized that these weren’t just scavengers—they were survivors, just like you. What’s more, they were part of something bigger. The remnants of humanity’s greatest defenders had gathered in secret, forming a larger resistance led by the surviving heroes who had managed to evade the massacre Omni-Man and Invincible left in their wake.

After a tense exchange, they extended an offer: come with them. They said kids shouldn’t be out here, fighting for their lives like this. It took your group time to weigh the options, but the decision was unanimous—you’d all go. You’d join the resistance and help however you could.

Those weeks spent with the resistance were the best you’d had since the world fell apart. There was food, shelter, and—most importantly—hope. You trained alongside the heroes, working with them to organize missions, raid supply caches, and defend what little remained of civilization. For a while, you dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance to fight back against the Viltrumite tyrants.

But in the back of your mind, you dreaded the inevitable. Every night, the fear gnawed at you—Omni-Man and Invincible would find this place. They always did. And when they did, there would be no mercy. No escape.

That day came sooner than you expected.

You were talking with another resistance member when the alarms blared. Panic rippled through the compound as the distant sound of gunfire echoed closer and closer. Then, the ground shook beneath your feet as the roof was torn open with monstrous strength. Invincible descended into the fray, a twisted grin plastered on his blood-splattered face. Omni-Man followed, cold and detached as ever, watching the carnage unfold like it was just another day.

The heroes fought valiantly, but one by one, they fell. Invincible tore through them with savage glee, while Omni-Man dealt crushing blows with deadly precision. It was a massacre.

You were frozen in place, too terrified to move, when you heard a booming voice cut through the chaos—your father’s voice. "To the rest of you," he called out over the battle, "you will die today. There’s no point in fighting." His words sent a chill through your bones.

Everything happened so fast. You tried to run, but before you could escape, a powerful hand grabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you effortlessly into the air. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as you were spun around to face the monster holding you.

It was your father. Omni-Man.

Your mind reeled as you looked at his face, stained with blood—an expression of cold indifference as he gazed down at you. You wanted to scream, to beg, to ask him why, but the words wouldn’t come. All you could do was stare at the man who once cradled you in his arms, who used to play tea party with you, who had been your hero.

But now? Now, he barely recognized you as his daughter.

You struggled, kicking and thrashing, but it was useless. His grip was iron. His gaze pierced through you like you were nothing. Then he spoke, his voice calm and emotionless.

"It really is a shame you turned out like this. So weak."

The words hit you harder than any physical blow could. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into his face, searching for any sign of the man you once loved. But there was nothing.

He tilted his head slightly, almost as if considering his next move. Then, his large hand enveloped your head, cradling it—just like he used to when you were little—before he squeezed.

The pain was blinding. It was as if your skull had exploded under the pressure. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t think. Everything went dark.

You were dead.

Your father killed you.

You didn’t even get to graduate high school. You didn’t get to have your first crush. You were dead.

But then, you started to feel.

You were supposed to be dead. The pain should have been gone. Darkness should have consumed you. But you could feel again.

You violently jerked awake, gasping for air, your heart pounding in your chest like it was about to burst. Your mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening. 

You should be dead. Your father crushed your skull.

Your hands frantically touched your face, your head, everything. You were whole. You were alive.

Your heart raced, your breathing ragged as you clutched your chest, desperately trying to calm the frantic beating. You forced yourself to focus, but only one thought kept swirling around in your mind:

‘How the fuck am I still alive?’

Last you remembered, your fathe—Omni-Man—was crushing your skull in, revealing just how much of a useless, weak, waste of Viltrumite DNA he thought you were. Then... nothing.

That’s when you noticed your surroundings.

Wait– this wasn’t the battlefield or a bunker. This was your bedroom. The walls were familiar, decorated with posters of bands you loved when things were still normal. The faded rug beneath your feet had that same worn-out spot where you always paced while talking on the phone with your friends.

But this wasn’t possible. You watched your house get destroyed when Invincible and Omni-Man tore through your neighborhood. You watched it crumble along with everything else. You scrambled to your feet, heart racing again as your mind tried to make sense of it all. That’s when you stopped dead in front of your mirror.

Your reflection stared back at you, wide-eyed and pale, but something was off. Way off. Your scars. The ones you had earned during your time in the resistance, the ones that covered your face, arms, and body from fighting to survive—they were gone. Not all of them—no, the scars from your battles with the Demogorgons were still there, thin lines across your skin like faint echoes of the hell you’d been through. But the deeper, newer scars from the resistance, from facing Omni-Man and Invincible’s destruction? They were gone.

Your breath caught in your throat as your mind raced to make sense of this.

Wait a minute.

Something clicked, a horrifying realization dawning on you. You spun around, desperately searching for your phone. After a frantic few seconds of tearing through your sheets, you finally found it, buried under your blanket. Hands shaking, you powered it on, staring intently at the screen as the date loaded.

October 13th, 20XX.

Four months before the Guardians of the Globe were slaughtered. Five months before the world would fall to ruin.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, the word escaping in a half-choked whisper.

Your bitch ass time traveled.

[thoseboysinblue]

Mistletoe Magic

Gif by @lovelynikol16

Christian Pulisic x reader

You find yourself caught under the mistletoe with Christian.

Wordcount: 1500+

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing

You wander up to the door of the house marked by the address Christian sent you earlier. Adjusting your hair slightly and taking a deep breath, you knock on the door and wait for someone to answer.

"Hey you, I'm glad you could make it," Christian engulfs you in a hug, placing a light kiss to your cheek. He accepts the beer and small bag of snacks you brought as a thank you for the invitation.

"Thank you for inviting me," you smile at him as you remove your coat and hang it in the small closet in the entryway of his house.

"I would've invited you to stay if I had known you were going to be in Milan," he narrows his eyes at you.

"It was kind of a last minute change of plans, and I didn't want to impose," you offer him a smile.

"You're never imposing, you know you're always welcome to stay anytime, y/n," he says as he leads you into the kitchen, you noticing the traditional Christmas decor scattered around.

Your job as a travel blogger means that you hop around quite a bit. You'd stayed with Christian several times in London since it was a good starting out point for many of your adventures, but you haven't visited him in Italy until now.

"So what brings you to Italy for the holidays?" he asks, pouring you a glass of wine while he opens a beer.

"I'm writing something on Christmas markets," you shrug at him, "I wasn't supposed to come here actually, but needed to make some alterations due to a few things, so here I am."

"Well, you know I'm always glad to see you," he smiles, a genuine smile.

Your friendship with Christian started several years ago, right after his move to Chelsea. You both happened to be at the same event one evening in London and found a small bit of comfort in having someone from "home" close by.

You often spent time with him when he was home during the summers, blocking off a week or so from your travels to be able to visit him. You had become friends with several of his friends and things were just easy between you.

You both took a bit of heat for the natural flirtation that seemed to flow back and forth, but never had it gone beyond that. You were friends with him, not someone he grew up with, but someone who had earned his trust over a period of time and vice versa.

"I think you invited me here early because you wanted someone to do the dirty work for you," you chuckle as you arrange various platters of food for the twenty or so guests he had invited over for a small holiday gathering.

"We might have time for some actual dirty work," he quips at you as he glances at the time on his watch.

"Aww, the Italian model scene not to your taste?" you grin as you chunk an grape at him which he somehow manages to catch in his mouth.

"Honestly, I haven't had much time for all that," he shrugs, "been trying to get settled in here and really trying to stay focused right now."

"Well, you seem to be settling in just fine," you smile softly at him as you finish the last tray.

He turns on some Christmas music and grabs your hand and twirls you around a couple of times, both of you laughing as you dance and sing along.

As the other guests start to arrive, Christian introduces you to some of his new teammates as well as their significant others. You also greet his former Chelsea teammates you had met previously as well as his international teammates, a couple of them having made the trip from Turin for the party.

"It's good to see you," Weston grins as he gives you a warm hug.

"Yeah, you too, Wes," you roll your eyes at the mischevious look on his face.

"He made a move yet?" he nods towards Christian who keeps glancing over to you, curious as to what his friend could possibly be saying that has you looking slightly flustered.

"What? No! He would never, you know we aren't like that, at all," you shake your head.

"You sure? I mean, I've never seen two people flirt as relentlessly as you guys do and never take it any further," he narrows his eyes at you.

"Well, that's just how we are, harmless flirtation, that's it," you offer him a beer.

"You spending the holidays here with him though?" he continues pressing you.

"I'm in Milan, writing for my blog, he didn't even know I was here until he saw my story yesterday. I have my own hotel, so no, I'm not 'spending the holidays with him'," you use air quotes to mimic his previous statement.

"That's a shame, I'm sure he'd love unwrapping you as a gift on Christmas morning," he chuckles as you swat at him.

You continue chatting with people as the night carries on, engaging in a few drinking games and you and Christian carrying on your usual flirtatious banter.

You head to the bathroom and when you return, everyone has moved from the kitchen and dining area over to the living room to continue playing party games.

Christian is leaning in the doorway between his living room and kitchen, looking at his phone when you approach him and wrap your arms around his waist and tuck yourself under his arm as he naturally moves to drape it over your shoulder.

"This has been a good party, Chris," you smile up at him, "I've had fun getting to know everyone and catching up with some of the others."

"It has been fun, hasn't it?" he smiles back at you, "I hope Wes hasn't given you too much grief."

"Oh, I can handle him, you don't have to worry about that," you shake your head.

"Oh, I know, if anyone can take him down a notch or two, it's you," he chuckles.

"Hey, you two," you hear Wes shout over everyone, "look up," he grins.

The two of you look up simultaneously, before your eyes widen and meet with Christian's.

"Fuck, I forgot I put that there," he stares at you, suddenly unsure of what he should do.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's bad luck if you are caught under the mistletoe and don't kiss, so..." you trail off.

"Yeah, I think so too, and I mean, we don't want bad luck following us around do we?" his eyes flick from your eyes down to your lips and back to your eyes.

"But we don't have to, if you don't want to, y/n, I don't want to force you into anything," he looks at you sincerely.

"It's just a kiss under the mistletoe, Christian," you smile softly at him as you move your hands around the back of his neck and inch closer to him.

"It's probably full of nargles, anyways," you grin as he closes the distance and you hear him chuckle under his breath.

"You sure?" he asks one more time, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

You nod and close your eyes, pressing your fingers into the back of his neck and encouraging him to close the gap.

His lips brush against yours softly and timidly, before he slides his hand up to cup your jaw and pull you into him a bit further. You kiss him back, slightly surprised at the immediate butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

The kiss lasts a few more moments before you both pull away and smile shyly at one another.

"About damn time," Wes whistles at you.

It suddenly hits you what just happened, Christian kissed you, albeit somewhat forced by holiday superstition, but he still kissed you, and you kissed him. And you didn't expect to like it as much as you did.

You quickly rush down the hallway and into the first room you find, shutting the door behind you, needing a few minutes to get a grip on everything.

You lean with your back against the door as you take a few deep breaths, closing your eyes and calming yourself before you get too overwhelmed.

You hear a soft knock at the door, "y/n, are you in there," you hear Christian ask quietly.

You turn and open the door, letting him in before quickly closing it behind him.

"Are you ok?" he looks at you, his eyes full of concern, as he moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yes, no, I don't know," you sigh, leaning into his touch as he cups his hand along your jaw.

"It wasn't supposed to feel like that when you kissed me," you breathe out, "I wasn't supposed to feel anything, it was supposed to be a kiss between friends under the mistletoe, no big deal."

"It wasn't supposed to feel like what?" he asks quietly. "Wasn't supposed to feel like butterflies and fireworks and like your insides were suddenly on fire?"

You look up at him, curious to know if he was telling you he'd had the same unexpected reaction.

"Because, that's what I felt a few minutes ago, and I'm kind of hoping you felt it too," he says leaning his forehead against yours.

"Yes, I felt it too," you close your eyes.

"Want to see if that was just a one time thing?" he whispers against your lips, smiling when you pull him closer to you and connect your lips back to his.

This kiss is different from the first, it's not shy nor timid, it is full of certainty and desire. He kisses you like you are the oxygen he needs to breathe. He runs his tongue along the seam of your lips, silently asking for entrance, and moans softly into your mouth when you allow his tongue to press against yours.

You can't deny he's a good kisser as you sink further into one another, tangling your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck, and damn it, he knows what he's doing with his tongue. You have to stop your thoughts from running away with themselves as the two of you allow your hands to roam over one another's bodies, gripping each other as closely as you can.

You pull away from one another breathless and dizzy, a grin spreading on both of your faces.

"Definitely not a one time thing," he chuckles pecking you on the lips again.

"No, I don't think so either," you shake your head.

"So what now?" you ask him, realizing this has just changed everything between you.

"Now, I think we have to go back to the party," he sighs, "but I want you to stay later so we can talk."

"Ok," you nod.

"Would you consider staying the night?" he grins cheekily at you.

"I might, but don't get too far ahead of yourself," you grin back at him.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I mean I would like for you to stay, and talk, and keep kissing me like that, but we don't have to do anything else until we figure things out," he says quietly, placing another delicate kiss to your lips.

"I think I can handle that," you lean your head against his chest, listening to the way his heart is pounding.

"Ok, so let's figure out a polite way to kick everyone out," he chuckles kissing you one more time before opening the door and ushering you back towards the other guests.

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[thegreatwizardelwin]

I Won’t Say I’m In Love - Part One

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joanne Harcourt x Male Reader

F/N L/N is a student in the Sapphire Owl house at Weston College. For some reason, he keeps running into a Scarlet Fox student in his day to day activities. Intrigued, he tries to learn more about him.

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Compared to other students at Weston College, you were rather neutral when it came to students from other houses. Of course, you were loyal to Sapphire Owl during sports events and exams. However that didn’t seem to matter when it came to your hobby: proofreading. 

In your freetime, you discreetly accepted drafts for essays and research papers from assorted underclassmen. You, well-known for being a well-read literature enthusiast, would do your best to give them revisions. Humbly, you accepted small gifts in return. Extra pencils, saved biscuits, clips, extra notebook papers, you name it. It wasn’t that you charged them, it had just become a custom amongst your more frequent clientele. 

You interacted as infrequently and as inconspicuous as possible, even though your friends found your hobby hilarious. Nobody liked a boy who was too friendly with other houses.

However, some things just can’t be helped. It started as a passing glance in the hallways. He took you by surprise, what with how his eyes were fiery amber and his hair the color of meringue. In your eyes, no one could be more beautiful than that. You reminded yourself that you only admired him, nothing more.

But your fascination grew. Absentmindedly studying his face from across the library and catching him doing the same. You noticed how he sat, walked, and studied alone.

Late one afternoon, you found him browsing the same aisle as you. His hair curtained his face, a small cluster of books in his hands. He saw you out of the corner of his eye and quickly averted his attention to one of the books he had been previously scrutinizing. You noticed the book was one you had been interested in too. Darn.

As aloofly as you could, you made your way over to the boy and the object of your desire. He turned to you, confused as to why you were so close all of a sudden.

“Are you going to read it?” you whispered, reaching for the book. You took it off the shelf and held it loosely in your hands between the both of you.

He sighed, staring down at the novel.

“I don’t know. I have so many other books I’m reading, I don’t want my bedside to become a library of its own.” he replied, almost with disappointment.

You laughed quietly at his response.

“In that case would you care if I borrowed it first? I’ll try and read it as fast as possible so I can get it back on the shelf for you.” you offered.

He looked at the book one more time, then looked at the… quite honest looking face you had. He nudged the book back to you, nodding.

“It’s alright. I don’t need it today or anything.” he whispered, turning to leave the aisle. You pulled the book to your chest and reached out to gently grab his shoulder.

“What’s your name?” you asked. “ I see you all around.”

He flinched at your touch, looking at you with a slight rosy tint to his cheeks.

“Joanne Harcourt, second year.” he answered.

“I’m F/N L/N, a ___ year.” you stated in return, your hand falling to your side.

He gave you a shy smile.

“I’ll make sure I remember.” he said, and scurried off.

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This is my first fanfiction! It will be strictly fluffy and not very romantic (i imagine its hard being gay in an 1889 public school). I tried to keep this chapter short, almost like a pilot 🌺 Part 2:

[katebishopfan]

Politely Declined (H.S)

Summary: Hailee and Y/n are secretly dating, but what happens when Griffin asks her out?

Y/n POV:

The bright neon lights of the carnival tents fill my vision as Hailee and I walk along trying to figure out our next move at the giant event. The Weston Carnival is a staple of this town and today my girlfriend and I have spent our entire day here.

"Oh my god! We should go to the petting zoo!" Hailee announces excitedly, pointing at a sign that say "Petting Zoo: Age 2-12". I frown at the age limit and turn to Hailee who's looking up at pleadingly.

"We can try but they might not let us in do the apparent fact we're not twelve." She nods and I grab her hand. "Even if you look short enough to be one." I add teasingly. Hailee gasps dramatically and slaps my arm.

"Y/n M/n L/n, how dare you!" She exclaims in mock outrage as I giggle quietly.

"Mmm, I love spending time with you." I murmur softly, connecting our pinkies softly.

"Me too baby." She hums before letting go of my pinkie softly and looking up at me.

"HAILEE!!" A voice calls loudly and we both turn around. The voice belongs to none other than Griffin Steinfeld, Hailee's older brother. He's walking towards us with a couple of his friends and Hailee smiles brightly at the sight of him. I've always loved how Griff and Hailee get along so well, they really are sibling goals.

"Griffy!!!!" Hailee squeals, jumping into his arms excitedly. I smile at how cute Hailee looks and Griffin smiles back at me.

"Hey Y/n/n, how have you been?" Griffin asks as he places Hailee down. "Pretty good, how about you?" I reply as I give him a big hug. Griffin always has the best hugs. Don't tell Hailee I said that though, her hugs will always be number one but his are a close second.

"Ehh can't complain." He turns towards his friends who are all smiling at me. Ugh, men. "These are my friends, Dean, Lucas and Jesse." Griffin explains happily and I nod at each one of them. I feel Hailee subtly move closer and I refrain from smirking at her obvious jealousy. I know she hates not being out but she's scared how her family will react, even if they're amazing and supportive on all fronts.

"It's nice to meet you." Hailee says with a fake smile and clenched jaw. Their eyes spring away from me as they glance over at Hailee and nod each one of them muttering a quiet greeting.

"We were just about to try and slip into the petting zoo, would you like to join us?" I offer politely, secretly hoping they would decline. Griffin's eyes light up and he smiles brightly at me glancing over at his friends.

"We would love to, right guys?" Griff replies shaking the three boys from their insistent staring.

"Wait what's happening?" Dean asks in a confused tone. Shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts and focus on Griffin.

"We're going to the petting zoo." Hailee repeats in an unimpressed tone. I sneakily brush my pinkie finger past Hailees's trying to offer her some comfort. Her composure relaxes immediately but she doesn't look over at me.

"Yeah, yeah. Um that sounds fun." Lucas agrees along with Dean and Jesse who just nod.

"Great, let's go!" Griffin announces excitedly grabbing my hand. I subtly glance back at Hailee as I Griff pulls me along and find her eyes staring directly back at me. My hand slowly drifts out to grab hers, my body desperately wanting the connection. I hear the annoying click of the paparazzi's camera and I let my hand fall back. Her face starts to fall but she quickly catches it, plastering a fake smile back onto her face as more people start to swarm.

"Y/n, will you be in season two of Hawkeye?!"

"Over here Hailee!"

"Y/n, you're holding hands with Griffin. Does this mean you're dating?!" I drop Griffin's hand and ignore them.

"C'mon guys give us something!" I turn back at Hailee and find trapped, a circle of paparazzi bombarding her with questions. My blood boils and before I know it I'm pushing my way through the crowd. I grab Hailee's hand and then protectively wrap my arm around her waist.

"We will not be answering any questions today, sorry and have a nice day." I announce guiding Hailee out of the way while holding a hand out to shoo people away. I don't even have time to savor the feeling Hailee's body being against mine as I walk briskly over to Griffin who is looking very annoyed.

"Thank you for saving me." Hailee murmurs softly, cuddling up to me sneakily. I smile brightly as her head nestles into the crook of my neck. The moment of affection is brief because Hailee moves her head away once Griffin clears his throat.

"Well, should we try to get into the petting zoo?" He asks, mostly waiting for my reaction. I glance over at Hailee who shakes her head.

"Nah, the paps are here so I wouldn't want to get in trouble and have it make the headlines." I decide, looking around for something to do.

"How about the Ferris Wheel?" Griffin suggests. I feel my heartbeat quicken at the thought of being so high but I try to hide it with a smile.

"Sure, I don't think we've done that yet right ba-Haiz?" I barely catch myself in time but Hailee smiles at the pet name.

"Uhm, no we haven't.. Are you sure you're okay with going that high?" She asks, the tone of concern in her voice apparent. I nod and Griffin claps.

"Alright Ferris Wheel it is then, let's go!" I try to walk with Hailee but Griff grabs my hand and pulls me along. My phone buzzes and I already know who it is.

My Pretty Girl <3 Are you sure you're okay with the heights? I can fake a sudden illness and you can stay with me.

Me I'm sure I'll be fine. Let's try and get our own booth.

My Pretty Girl <3 It's two to a booth so it should be easy <3

Me Great!

Hailee POV:

I look up from my phone as Y/n looks back at me with that cute little smile she always has when she's happy. I'm a little nervous for her to go in the Ferris Wheel because it's very high and Y/n is terribly afraid of heights, but she said it would be fine. Plus I'll be there to support her if she needs me.

"Alright guys, welcome to the Ferris Wheel. We have a four seater here for the friends if the couple wants to go together." I nod and smile. Griffin smile widens and I realize he's talking about Y/n and Griff.

"Oh well, um Hailee and I could also go together if you want to go with your friends." Y/n suggests glancing back at with a mix of panic and apology.

"No it's fine Y/n I'll go with you." Griffin replies happily. I clench my jaw and walk over to the booth where Dean, Jesse and Lucas are already sitting. Y/n stares at me sympathetically and furrows her brow unhappily.

"Are you sure you don't want to go with your friends? I mean Hailee and I have always had this dream of taking a picture together at the top of a Ferris Wheel-"

"It's fine Y/n." I interrupt her. Her smiles sinks even further and I feel slightly bad for interrupting her. She nods slowly and gets into the booth a few down. Whelp, there goes my plan to comfort her.

Y/n POV:

I can already feel the panic in my system rising but I try to push it away and focus on Griffin. We're sitting beside each other which is somewhat comforting I guess, but I just want my girlfriend. Hailee always knows exactly how to calm me down and I need that right now.

"The ride is starting in." "3" "2" "1"

We slowly start to move and I take several deep breaths, somewhat trying to keep myself calm.

"So how is work going?" Griffin asks turning towards me. I barely hear him as we slowly start our ascent.

"I- um, it's going well how about yours? How is the world famous NASCAR driver doing?" I ask, feeling my breath start to leave my body.

"It's….which is…." I try to listen but my body is completely focused on how close we are to the top. "I also need to….these feelings…I really like yo-…" I try to comprehend what he said and form a response but my body doesn't cooperate. I stay silent as we start to descend but I realize what he said and I turn to look at him.

I open my mouth to speak but I get cut off by his lips on mine. He retracts slowly and I stare at him in complete shock. He kisses me again and I squeal pushing him off as we reach the bottom, the ride coming to a stop. I hurriedly climb out and walk right up to Hailee pulling her by the hand to behind a building.

Hailee POV

I wait nervously for Y/n at the bottom and hope that's she doing okay. Her face as she comes down looks distant and slightly panicked which makes me worried. She turns towards Griffin and he KISSES HER?! She pulls away immediately and stares at him before her kisses her AGAIN!!!! This time she shoves him away and the booth stops right in front of me. She gets out with Griffin scrambling after her and grabs my hand pulling me behind some building.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't get out and I didn't hear him because I was too focused on how high we were then he kissed me so I froze then he did it again but I love you and I-" Her words continue spilling out but I can only focus on three of them.

"You love me?" I ask quietly, my heart bursting with joy at the admission. "Of course baby. I love you." She replies like its such an obvious thing.

"I love you too and I'm not mad at you I promise." I reply softly caressing her cheek. She blushes and her eyes glance down at my lips. I slam my lips onto her trying to take her surprise so I can keep my dominance but her tongue quickly slips into my mouth and she pushes me up against the wall. Her hand grazes my thigh innocently before lifting it up and raising it to her hip. I run my hands through her hair and tug softly on a strand causing her to release a muffled whimper.

"You can't do that love." She mumbles into my mouth her lips continuing to move against mine, our mouths slotting together so perfectly.

"Why not darling?" I ask cheekily already knowing the answer.

"Because it makes me too horny." She replies boldly all the sudden rubbing her thigh against my center. I groan at the feeling and throw my head back softly. I try to grind on her but the pressure is gone as quickly as it started. I whine and try to connect our lips again but she only softly pecks mine before letting my leg slowly drop down.

"That's no fairrrrrr." I complain as she starts to walk away. She chuckles lightly and takes my hand, spinning me into her arms.

"I'll make it up to you later." She whispers sultrily. I shiver at the feeling of her breath on my ear and nod hastily.

Y/n POV:

I walked back towards Griffin and the other boys without Hailee's hand in mine, suddenly feeling much smaller.

"Hey, c-can we talk?" Griffin asks nervously, his hand on the back of his neck. I nod my head awkwardly and glance at Hailee who gives me an encouraging smile.

"Let's go over here." I decide pointing to a bench slightly off the path. We walk over quietly and I sit down beckoning him to do the same.

"I'm sorry for kissing you." He mumbles, a deep blush covering his cheeks. I hum in acknowledgment before rolling my shoulders and beginning to speak.

"I really care about you Griffin, I do. I love you, but as a brother. Hailee's my.. Well she and I are really close, and I love you both. I'm really sorry Griff." He takes a deep breath and sighs.

"I understand, thanks for being honest with me." I nod opening up arms. He smiles moves closer letting me wrap my arms around him. After a few moments I draw back and stand up. We walk back in a more comfortable silence and I smile at Hailee who smiles back. Griffin's friends on the other hand are shaking their head at him.

"Well, Y/n and I might head back to my apartment now but we had a really lovely time with you guys." Hailee announces before grabbing my hand and pulling me away.

"Why are you in such a rush darling?" I ask as we walk off.

"Shut up I'm horny."

A/N

Make sure to check my Wattpad, I have ALL my oneshots posted there.

[jomiddlemarch]

Carte blanche

“My dear Miss Woodhouse, you have arrived at the most splendid time, for we have received a letter from Jane just this day and you must hear her news, you simply must!” Miss Bates announced, her hands fluttering about, her greying curls peeping from below her cap. The mob-cap had a very narrow edging of lace, another indication of her poverty, and Emma resolved to listen to the latest of Jane Fairfax’s missives with the patience and grace of a true gentlewoman and to send over a second basket with a larger cut of mutton and several jars of Cook’s best preserves; Emma didn’t care for gooseberry and Miss Bates notably did, so she would make sure there were at least three of those and Mr. Knightley might raise an eyebrow all he wanted in her direction.

The basket would be far easier to accomplish than listening to the news from Miss Fairfax but at least Mr. Knightley was not present to critique her attempt.

“Oh yes, let me see,” Miss Bates said, her spectacles trembling on the tip of her pointed nose or perhaps her nose was trembling and Emma had already gone wool-gathering before she’d had to hear a word from the divine Jane. “She sends all her best love to us, as always, and greetings to everyone in Highbury, at Hartfield and Donwell Abbey, to the Westons, she is such a dear and thoughtful girl, Jane, she forgets no one, even when she has such news to share, a positive lightning-bolt, Miss Woodhouse, I’m sure you’ll agree—”

“I feel certain I will, when I learn what’s occurred,” Emma said, striving for an amiable tone.

“Well, you’ll never guess, no one could, it’s astonishing and so well-deserved, Jane has always been the kindest, most generous girl, ever since she was a small child and how it gave us a pang, an indubitable ache, if you will, when she went to stay with the Campbells, to be trained as a governess, not even a companion, though she has all the accomplishments of a companion, such watercolors she sends us and when she visits, to hear her upon the pianoforte, never a false note and ever so many of them—”

Emma felt an interruption, if politely made, was warranted; she might otherwise grow into her dotage waiting for the news and leave the Bates’s home in a horrid cap of her own.

“I’m terribly interested to hear what Jane wrote, Miss Bates. May I learn her news?”

“Of course, Miss Woodhouse! It’s the most marvelous, most miraculous news—Jane is an heiress! She writes that through a turn of events, she has inherited quite an extensive estate in Derbyshire of all places, a great house and all the land that goes with it, she’ll need a steward, and it’s quite a prosperous place, she writes, she shall have three thousand a year and we’re to go there with her after she comes to visit Highbury one last time. It will be a tremendous wrench, to leave everyone we know, dear Miss Woodhouse, to leave you and your father and dear Mr. Knightley, but to be together with Jane, all of us under one roof—”

“Rather a large roof,” Emma murmured. She was in shock, for the news was incredible to hear from anyone and especially from Jane Fairfax, whose letters were ordinarily quite the prettiest and most boring Emma had ever heard, full of praise of people Emma did not know, places Emma had not gone, reflections on books Emma had not read or pictures Emma had not seen.

“Yes, indeed! We shan’t be crowded any longer and Mother will be able to eat whatever she pleases, Jane writes there’s a cook who makes good English food, no nonsense about sauces or anything too French,” Miss Bates said happily. “We shall have a roast every Sunday and crumpets every day, she says.”

“How did it happen?” Emma asked. A turn of events was as vague as one could imagine. Emma could imagine nothing, save that her mouth must be gaping like hooked trout’s.

“She did not say more than that. But she did say that with our permission, which she would venture to take as given, she would write to Mr. Knightley to ask for some advice about running an estate, so perhaps he will know,” Miss Bates said.

“She could hardly ask anyone more knowledgeable,” Emma replied, feeling dizzy. Jane Fairfax, an unattached heiress, writing a letter to Mr. Knightley! If it were not for the long acquaintance between the Knightley and Bates families, Jane’s actions would be thought intolerably bold, a breach of all propriety, unladylike in the extreme.

“You could not be more right! She was wise to expect our approval, for who would advise her better than Mr. Knightley? And as I said, he may have more intelligence to share regarding her great good fortune,” Miss Bates said. She glanced at the cup of tea in Emma’s hand. It could have turned into a rabid fox and Emma would not have noticed.

“I could make a fresh pot, dear. We needn’t be so careful now, and cold tea is worse than poison, I always say,” Miss Bates offered.

“Oh no, don’t go to any trouble. I must be on my way, in truth, but I do appreciate you sharing Miss Fairfax’s letter and I’m so glad to hear of her change in circumstance, though we shall all miss you in Highbury,” Emma said. 

“How the letters will fly between Surrey and Derbyshire!” Miss Bates said. “It will be a treat to receive a letter from Miss Woodhouse!”

*

“And then she said, it would be a treat to receive a letter from me and almost shooed me out the door,” Emma said. Mr. Knightley was sitting across from her, having found her at home at Hartfield before she could think to call upon him at Donwell Abbey. How she had made her way home, she could not rightly account for, and it was a blessing no vagabond crew had waylaid her, for she would not have had the wits to flee or even cry out.

“It shall be a treat to receive a letter from you,” Mr. Knightley said. “She will be telling all her new friends and neighbors about the delightful and gifted Miss Woodhouse and regaling all Derbyshire with praise of your watercolors.”

“I hardly think that likely,” Emma said. “My watercolors leave much to be desired, my bouquet of roses looked remarkably like a hedgehog covered in raspberry jam—”

“You are a harsh judge of your own work,” Mr. Knightley replied.

“What I cannot understand is how it happened! Did Jane come across buried Viking treasure when she was out running errands for Miss Campbell? Is she truly the long-lost daughter of a wicked duke who repented on his deathbed of the wrong he’d done his innocent child—”

“She is a Fairfax and a Bates, a gentlewoman daughter of a gentleman, there’s no Gothic novel explanation to be concocted, Emma,” Mr. Knightley said quite firmly; he did not like her taste for Mrs. Radcliffe’s work and he must also be able to see how astonished and shaken she was by Jane Fairfax’s alteration in station and position.

“Can you make it out then, Mr. Knightley?”

“I don’t have to. Miss Fairfax told me herself, in the letter she wrote. She came by the estate honestly, though I shouldn’t like you to be in the same situation,” he said.

“Whatever can you mean?” Emma asked, beginning to be annoyed.

“She won it. In a game of piquet,” he said.

“Good heavens!” Emma exclaimed. Gentlemen and men of the lower orders had other terms available to them when they were amazed and dumbstruck, but she was restricted in what she might say, however little satisfaction she could gain so while keeping her reputation and Mr. Knightley’s esteem.

“I gather the Campbells were at a house-party and Jane was pressed into playing, though she had preferred to remain at the pianoforte, and her opponent thought to make a mock of her, but did not account for her being able to play cards with any degree of skill,” Mr. Knightley said.

“She won an estate playing cards,” Emma repeated.

“Think on it, Emma. On Jane Fairfax and what you know of her,” Mr. Knightley said.

“She always was clever, with her hands and with numbers,” Emma said. 

“And she would not have touched a drop of liquor, not even ratafia, I suspect,” Mr. Knightley said.

“Still, I shouldn’t like to have come by my home in such a manner,” Emma said, rallying a bit, seeing the approbation in Mr. Knightley’s expression, the subtle curve of his lips, a certain light in his eyes, which she noticed were actually quite a dark grey, not blue at all. “Poor Jane and Mrs. and Miss Bates, they must be grateful for any improvement in accommodation and I am sincerely happy for it.”

“I quite agree. I should not wish you to win another estate playing piquet or to hazard Hartfield,” Mr. Knightley said.

“It would be not terribly ladylike, I fear,” Emma said.

“There is that,” he said. “I fear, dear Emma, that you might win and then where would we be?”

Written for Janeuary 2025 @janeuary-month Day 11, prompt "card-playing"

[theroyalsims]

QUEEN GIVES LATE BROTHER-IN-LAW HIGHEST HONOUR

Queen Emilia today welcomed her two nieces, Dr. Emily Dorsey - Darcey-Weston, The Duchess of Fjord; and Mrs. Olivia Dorsey-Chegeya, to the palace for a very special occasion.

It was announced earlier today that Her Majesty The Queen has posthumously bestowed upon his late brother-in-law, Adam Dorsey, The Brindleton Royal Cross for gallantry and services to the Crown. The award, which is arguably the highest honour a monarch can bestow, is only ever given to Brindleton citizens who have shown great courage and unwavering fearlessness in the service of the country.

Adam was the first husband of Princess Alice, now Alexandra, Empress of Shang Simla. Adam, then fresh from his stint in the military, was hired as one of the security details of the late King Leopold and Queen Ophelia. As it turns out, however, and unbeknownst to the King and Queen, Adam took a liking to then nineteen year-old Princess Alice. A relationship between the two eventually blossomed, notwithstanding the five-year age gap and the massive difference in social status.

(Above: Adam Dorsey and Princess Alice on their wedding day.)

After almost two years of dating and despite multiple attempts of The King and Queen to break them up, Adam and Alice wed. The King was "cornered" and reluctantly gave consent - however, it came with a price: Adam would not be given any titles nor a royal stipend; and any children they would produce would be deemed commoners and not included in the line of succession. Also, while Princess Alice was allowed to keep her royal titles, she was prohibited from using it in any capacity. She was also essentially banished from the palace, and was even made to surrender all her expensive belongings, including jewellery, designer clothes, bags, and shoes, and even her birthday tiara, which was given to her as an 18th birthday present.

Eventually, the couple had two children - Emily and Olivia. Adam struggled to keep a job, which was rumoured to be because of spiteful King Leopold's orders. Through the help of (then) Crown Princess Emilia, King Leopold eventually took pity on Princess Alice and allowed them to live in one of the staff cottages in the palace grounds, under the condition that Adam resume his position as a royal aide in order to afford rent.

Adam was one of the on-duty royal guards during an official engagement to the park, which included King Leopold and a young Princess Anya. However, an attacker open-fired on His Majesty. Adam, who was standing close to Anya and the King, shoved Anya out of the way and leaped in front of the King, taking a bullet for the latter. Both the King and Anya survived. However, despite immediate medical attention, Adam passed away the next day.

Today marks the anniversary of Adam's death and The Queen has marked it with a touching gesture. The award was received by his daughters. Empress Alexandra was not present for the event.

Both Emily and Olivia shares a close bond with their "Aunt Lily and Uncle Jack." In fact, the Queen has been heard referring to her nieces as her "darling girls." The two are also very close with their royal cousins, especially with The Crown Princess. Anya is godmother to both Emily and Olivia's children.

Emily and Olivia are also said to have been awarded the Queen Emilia Royal Family Order by their aunt, although they have yet to be seen wearing it.

[lixxen]

hello beloved mutual lixxen. im curious of about danny phantom! ive seen your reblogs of it, and i was wondering if you could explain the premise of it? bc my memory of it was a kids show from nickelodeon, but it seems super popular. is it still running??

anyways it seems kind of fun, im thinking of starting it

Welcome back to Lixx explaining hyperfixations!!

Danny Phantom is a children's cartoon from 2004 that has three seasons and a graphic novel (that came out last year) (the show has been done for twenty years)

It focuses on Daniel Fenton, who is a 14 year old who lives in a small town somewhere in the northern Midwest of the US (near Wisconsin but not in it). His parents are scientists/inventors who are obsessed with ghosts. They create a portal that should bring them to the Ghost Zone, a special realm that ghosts come from, but it doesn't work. Danny does inside of it and turns it on, which turns him into a Halfa. A Halfa is a half ghost, half human. He canonically dies twice in the show. I will not elaborate on how this kid just dies a few times.

The show follows Danny and his friends (and various classmates and reoccurring cast) as he learns how to use his powers and fight off ghosts along the way!

The cast includes:

His older sister Jazz, who is actually a really good big sister who cares a lot even if she's overbearing

Sam, his main love interest who is a Jewish goth girl and doesn't eat meat

His best friend Tucker, who is a techno nerd who loves meat

The A-Listers, who are the popular kids

Valerie, who is a love interest and enemy at certain points

His parents Maddie and Jack, who are overbearing and can be kinda crazy at times

Vlad, his not uncle who is fucking insane and a main bad guy. In love with Maddie

Plus various others!!

The fandom is very active and old. There are regular Tumblr/AO3 events that happen every year with a schedule and there is a steady fanon that has been built around the show that is basically canon (or supported by the canon). The creator, Butch Hartman, is a bigoted asshole who everyone hates.

The show is very fun and it is bingeable. It has a specific formula and is predictable at times. But also, it's very grim because you slowly realize that this 14 year old kid is literally carrying the weight of a realm on his shoulders and is living a double life where his parents basically want him dead and gone while loving his alive self

The fandom loves gore/whump.

I'm not kidding.

I have written a handful of gore fics for this show and tbh they're not even the worst things ever. If you've ever want to see some of the most jaw dropping whump and gore, this fandom has it.

We have fics that are literally the best written alternate universes and have nothing to do with the original show besides characters and death. Like. There's bound books of that specific fic. I haven't read it but it's long and it will make you sob

Some things that are lore building/fanon shit that everyone knows:

Ghost obsessions (you'll know it when you see it)

Ghost cores having specific effects on ghosts (it's canon but not really talked about in canon for more than two seconds)

Danny having allergic reactions to blood blossoms outside of his ghost form

Ghost speak being a ghost language all ghosts speak

Wes Weston and Kyle Weston being unnamed background characters that the fans took and made into full characters. It's actually cool as fuck. They're fully functioning characters and I love them

Death echoes/death days

I will warn that whatever feelings you have regarding to ships needs to be kicked to the side. All things go for ships here. Don't like the ship/don't condone it, don't interact with ir. You will waste your breath trying to play police over ship

Ships also have names. Platonic AND romantic ships. Here's some I can name off the top of my head:

Pitch pearl: Danny/Phantom (Danny gets split into a ghost and human form at one point)

Amethyst ocean: Danny/Sam

Savant Par: Danny/Tucker

Everlasting trio: Danny/Tucker/Sam

Badger cereal: Danny & Vlad (I think????)

Swagger Bishie/Golden Twinkie: dash/Danny

Pink astronaut: Danny/Paulina

Gray Ghost: Danny/Valerie

So yeah lol

This is my most read fic I think. I am gonna start writing again for DP soon. I love reading them

(here's my AO3 fic tags from my bookmarks for DP)

[jadenoryuu]

Phandom Holiday Truce Time!

(For maximum experience, please turn the light mode on.)

Sorry for keeping you waiting, @raaorqtpbpdy here's your @phandomholidaytruce gift!

When I saw the prompts "Danny-Wes Role Swap", comboed with the No One Knows AU, Creepy Cryptid Danny and your mention about the Ghost King Danny trope only used in a significant way, the gif "I have a MIGHTY need!" started playing in a loop, so here's the bg for this mini-comic.

Before the Portal Accident, Wes and Danny were friends. Not as close as Danny and Tucker, but they sometimes hung out when the Fentons were too busy to entertain Wes' interest in the occult.

My boy Wes Weston has also a side hobby/obsession with basket and it all started since he watched for the first time Space Jam. (It doesn't help that I headcanon Amity Park in Illinois, which means Chicago Bulls.)

(So he plays basket because His Airness does so and because MJ was involved and interacted with the embodiment of a visual novel. Talk about supernatural!)

(Yes, I'm saying that crossovers between animated and physical world can count as a supernatural and ghost-related event.)

All of this premise was to introduce the personalized jumpsuit that the Fentons made for Wes with the colors and accessories of the Chicago Bulls.

(Jack made a mistake with the number and stitched only the "2", so once Wes became a halfa, he added the "3" with marker and later learned to shapeshift enough to change some of the inverted colors of the jumpsuit. Originally it was white with red inserts, the accident made it black with blue inserts, then the shapeshift finally made it black with red inserts.)

Since it's a No One Knows AU, Wes was alone when the accident happened, but being the smart bean he is, no one discovered that he's a halfa until Danny, much like Jazz in canon, discovers Wes' double nature after stalking investigating him.

Like sister, like brother, Danny doesn't say anything to Wes about knowing, but here and then he assists (in the shadows) Wes in ghost wrangling.

Due to living above the active portal and Maddie experimenting with ectoplasm while pregnant, Jazz and Danny are liminal, the latter more than the former. (Thus, Danny becomes the creepy cryptid of Amity Park.)

Even if Danny isn't a halfa, Vlad still tries his scheme of stealing the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage to obtain enough power to defeat Wes' hero persona (who Vlad believes is a full ghost).

Much akin the Reign Storm episode, Amity ends in the Ghost Zone, but Wes gets stuck fighting "alone" the army (the Fentons and a reluctant Plasmius do the same on another front after the Ecto-suit is deemed a failure).

While his parents are out fighting, Danny sneaks in the lab and fixes the Ecto-suit (my boy is as much as a genius as his family, after all), then goes to challenge Pariah.

Due to his liminality, after the victory, Danny IS eligible for the Throne, so he becomes the King. (He doesn't discover this immediately, but when the Observants start bothering him, he gets the explanation.)

So, after declaring Amity Park Wes' (and his) Haunt and a No Fight Zone, the ghost attacks practically stop, leaving Wes on edge, because he doesn't know about the Law.

Thus, we're back to this mini-comic! Danny decides to finally reveal both that he knows Wes is a halfa and that he's the Ghost King, but where would be the fun if he didn't mess with Wes a bit? So he amps his creepy factor and plays a Yandere act (he isn't, he's doing so just for the prank. As a matter of fact, 3-5 seconds after the last declaration, he bursts out cackling at Wes appropriate horrified face, then after moving to a more private place -a roof-, Danny explains everything.)

Does this became a UFS? I like to think so, but you're free to decide.

I'm adding the non transparent versions under for those without the light mode:

[spenglersglasses]

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Egon Spengler

Multi-Chapter Works:

🧫Observations in Love (ONGOING) >>> Egon & OC Molly Webber Things have fallen on hard times for the members of the Ghostbusters when the memory of saving the world from the threat of supernatural destruction fades in the minds of the city. Now, with each of them going their separate ways, Egon joins up with another scientist to share a lab so he can continue his experiments. When an innocent mistake by his lab mate leads to a mix up that could mean big consequences for Egon, he must choose whether or not to reveal the truth to Molly, the test subject or keep it secret forever. (NSFW-Fluff/Romance/Accidental Lovers/Pregnancy/Semi-canon following)

One Off Works:

The Twinkie Experiment No turning back now, you had already agreed to it. Agreed to whatever it was the dear former Ghostbuster and his newfound friend from Arkham would ask of you. You were more than happy to participate, that was until you took the first step onto the stoop leading to the lab. Only then you hesitated—breath quickening and your nerves firing from all sides. (NSFW-Breeding/Pregnancy/Three-way/Reader)

Weyoun

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☄️Diplomacy (ONGOING) >>> Weyoun & Chercut Ara (Reader) As a Bajoran crew member of Deep Space Nine you know you should loathe the Dominion and their diplomat Weyoun. Despite everything, you are drawn to him and though you have tried to deny it everything changes when he comes to you with a proposition. (NSFW-Enemies to Lovers/Romance/Angst/Breeding/Pregnancy/Reader)

Milton Dammers

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🕯️An Unlikely Pair (ONGOING) >>> Dammers & OC Zoey Weston Special Agent turned paranormal private investigator; Milton Dammers has mysteriously risen from the dead (after the events of the film), finding himself in a body bag in the morgue of the Fairwater Medical Center. Dammers has no idea of how he got back just glimpses of a woman dressed in black, haunting his mind. Now years after his mysterious return to physical form, he has continued his investigations into the occult and spiritual disturbances of the quiet town with the help of Frank Banister, who has become an unlikely friend. When one fateful meeting puts Zoey Westin in his path, Milton's life and changes forever. (NSFW-Romance/Angst/Pregnancy/Paranormal/Gore/Violence)

Herbert West

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💉Playing God (Coming Soon!) >>> Herbert West & Danielle Cain When Miskatonic University medical student Danielle Cain rents a room to a newly transferred classmate Herbert West, upon his transfer from Switzerland her life turns upside down. Turns out West is a bit of a mad scientist, wanting to create life—at any cost. (NSFW-Angst/Romance/Gore/Violence/Horror/Breeding/Gender-swapped Dan/Semi-canon following)

One Off Works:

The Twinkie Experiment No turning back now, you had already agreed to it. Agreed to whatever it was the dear former Ghostbuster and his newfound friend from Arkham would ask of you. You were more than happy to participate, that was until you took the first step onto the stoop leading to the lab. Only then you hesitated—breath quickening and your nerves firing from all sides. (NSFW-Breeding/Pregnancy/Three-way/Reader)

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[niaxbailey]

@levibecker event - hurricane hax. By the time she was finished going around to families and handing out food rations with Weston, most people were settled into the nooks and crannies of the gymnasium. The air was still filled with unease but things were less hectic than when everyone had first been evacuated from the festival. Nia was a bit mix-matched and disheveled, having acquired someone's overshirt to offer a semblance of warmth more than her pink beaded crop top could. It was big on her frame and her cutoff shorts vanished beneath it. A few rebellious curls outlined her face where she'd hastily tossed her wet hair up with a clip, but she hadn't let herself worry about any of that. Instead, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. She heaved a full-body sigh of relief when her gaze landed on Levi's back, his height made the man easier to pick out of the crowded gym. Nia made a beeline towards him, sidestepping around two older gossiping women in her pathway. "Excuse me." She reached to tap on Levi's shoulder and waited until he turned to offer a warm smile up at him. "I'm sorry sir... can you help me? I'm looking for someone. He's about this tall—" she gestured with her hand at his height. "Smart as a whip, charming, pretty eyes..." Nia chuckled and tossed a wink at him. A tired, raspy sound that stuck in her throat. Unable to keep up her own playful charade for too long. Her eyes quickly skirted over him, checking to make sure he was still in one piece.

[oliviaamendola]

OLIVIA & SCARLETT AMENDOLA attend Weston Amendola's "How The West Was One" First Birthday Party at The Amendola Residence in Austin, TX | June 26, 2024

[emberdew]

maybe the nocturn experiment could have been better

Summary:

Stuck in detention, Kyle decides to complain about his experience with Nocturn. This is for DP Side Hoes Week Day 6: Nocturn - Creation. Thanks to my bestie @gurggggleburgle for helping me brainstorm this one <3

Word Count: 421

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As Kyle Weston took a seat in Mr. Lancer’s classroom after school, he thought that detention was surprisingly empty that day. Kyle didn’t get detention as much as troublemakers like Danny Fenton, but he was there often enough to know that there were usually a handful of unlucky kids staying behind with Lancer after school. But today it was just him and Sam Manson.

After Mr. Lancer’s usual detention introduction and insistence that they stay quiet, the teacher was called away and left the students alone in the classroom. 

Kyle turned to Sam, who was sitting just a few desks away from him, and saw she was drawing in her notebook. The sketch was of a large creature with curly horns pointed downwards, fangs, a scar over one eye, and a black body with stars. He assumed it was one of the “ghost” actors.

“Hey Sam, what’d Lancer catch you doing this time?” 

Sam looked up and shot him her usual disaffected goth scowl. Kyle just smiled back and she relented.

“Released the frogs they were going to dissect in biology again.”

“Nice!” 

“You?” 

“Got caught skipping class to hang outside the school again.” 

“Should have guessed,” Sam looked down and went back to her drawing. 

“You know, the government experiment that happened yesterday was kind of lame,” Kyle said. “I mean, what’s the point of a LARPing event if almost everyone’s asleep for it?”

Sam jerked up in surprise and turned to face Kyle.

“You mean Nocturn and his sleepwalkers attacking the whole town?”

“Yeah, I mean, the government researchers already know the sound of silver puts people to sleep. What was the point of testing it on everyone at once like that?”

Sam dragged a hand down her face, unable to respond. Kyle took that as a sign to continue his rant.

“The Ember LARP event was way more interesting, at least everyone was conscious for the brainwashing thing. And we got a concert out of it! All I got out of the Nocturn LARP event was a drug-induced idealized dream world where the government researchers decided we didn’t need to go to school anymore.” 

Kyle shook his head in disappointment.

“I just think the government researchers could do better, is all.” 

Sam was saved from her growing headache by Mr. Lancer reentering the room.

“I hope you students behaved while I was gone,” Mr. Lancer looked sternly at his troublesome students.

Kyle grinned at the teacher and gave a thumbs up. Sam thunked her head on her desk.

[freakscircus]

got my trip film back this morning - i shot an entire roll at weston hospital, formerly known as the trans-allegheny lunatic asylum in weston, west virginia. weston hospital is no longer a functioning hospital and hasn't been since the 1990s. weston was bought by a wealthy family in the area for the purposes of turning it into a location that could be open to the public. the owners tore down any condemned outbuildings or wings of the hospital that could not be repaired. everything else was fixed up to the point where the hospital looks abandoned, but there is no debris or danger and it is safe enough for visitors. they offer multiple tours - my partner and i opted for the longest tour, which was about 90 minutes of basic history about the hospital and access to all open floors.

i have mixed feelings about TALA/weston. there is a small town built around the hospital, and clearly the town was at its peak when the hospital was still in use. tourism is clearly the main driver to the town now, supported by the asylum tours. the tour we took was okay... the tour guides are quite knowledgeable but they are open that they are not historians or experts on the asylum, and honestly with what they are paid they should not be expected to be. the history tours are sparse - the main draw are paranormal tours, halloween parties, and to my horror there are karaoke parties held in a large room that used to be a communal women's bedroom, similar to photos you may have seen of dozens of women crammed into a space filled with single cot beds.

i understand that it would be highly unrealistic to expect this space to become solely a landmark dedicated to remembering ableism or psychiatric abuse inflicted for over a hundred years. undertaking research done by trained historians is not sustainable and employees with that training would not do minimum wage tour work. the hospital is expensive to maintain and constantly falling apart which requires employing a full time maintenance staff. the big draw is booking the space for events or having people flock to pay for ghost tours. i also understand that not many people are interested in an academic style tour that breaks down the history of the hospital from a disability studies perspective. i understand all of that. but it just feels so wrong to hear a harrowing story about the lobotomies performed here and then in the next breath hear about the parties that corporations throw at the asylum for the spooky novelty. maybe i'm a giant hypocrite myself being icked out then photographing these spaces to post online. i don't really know what the answer is. i suppose i'd rather have this space saved but exploited as opposed to being completely torn down.

i guess my one wish would be more academic work surrounding the hospital. i looked up weston/TALA through my university's academic journal page and there is not one in depth scholarly article about it. there are, however, many ghost story and paranormal books and chapters on the hospital written by laypeople. if i wasn't exhausted trying to write an entire book-length dissertation on a completely different topic, maybe i would try to undertake it myself. there is fascinating disability studies/disability history work being done in canada on lakeshore psychiatric, which was the largest psychiatric hospital in the country. i wish the same would be done for some of the asylums that dot the south. i don't know.

[morganwallenfs]

accidentally dating, chapter one

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below is chapter one!!!

pairing: anna-marie x morgan wallen

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"why are you acting surprised that i would cheat on you? i mean, you're always studying something and you never go out and have any fun. you never do anything i want to do because you're always too busy so i went out and found me a girl just as hot who does stuff with me. what's so weird about that?" 

a crazy thing to say to your girlfriend of a year, right? that's what she thought too.

and for a brief moment, that was the only thought that went through her mind. she stood in front of her soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend holding her phone out in front of her with a screenshot of him wearing one of his ugly flannel shirts with his arm draped around the shoulder of a blonde woman in a low cut top.

the worst part?

afterthought: the entire situation was a massive train-wreck and no word, not even "worst" could possibly describe this fact.

the blonde woman was one of her sorority sisters.

okay, so maybe not the earth-shattering revelation it once was to anna, but it definitely still stung.

which is why, half an hour later, anna sat with her college roommate and best friend, rachel, scheming. she came up with idea after idea on how to get revenge, albeit mostly unhinged and completely unrealistic.

every so often, she would burst out in tears as she processed the enormity of the night's events as she worked her way through her discovery, their conversation turned argument and the following confession of cheating on her now ex-boyfriend's part.

this led to a wave of anger washing over her and she was once again back to describing, in detail, how she planned for his truck to end up destroyed with the tires slashed carrie underwood-style.

rachel would occasionally reel her back in and ground her, telling her that she was too pretty for this and that she deserved so much better.

this would then loop the conversation back around to how anna planned to ruin his near future.

"how about...instead of cutting his dick off with a kitchen knife, you come with me to see florida georgia line in concert?" rachel questioned her from where she was sitting.

for the last few minutes, anna had been laying on the floor curled into the fetal position trying to relax her stiff body.

rachel was sitting in anna's bed, her legs criss-crossed on her plush, sage green comforter.

"what? i thought you were going with jason?" anna replied, sitting up on her elbows to stare at rachel.

months ago, rachel had scored two tickets to see country music superstar duo florida georgia line in the girls' college town of nashville, tennessee. but that wasn't the reason rachel had bought the tickets. she had eyes for the opening act: morgan wallen. the roommates had watched him audition on The Voice and rachel had rooted for him until he was eventually eliminated.

since then, rachel had been following his career because he was "downright sexy."

she had been planning to take her long-term boyfriend, jason and had been hyping this concert up since she purchased the tickets.

one would think that a little dignity would accompany attending a prim and proper four-year university but deep in her heart, rachel was resigned to the fact that she was just another sorority girl who would "absolutely die" to see her favorite singer in concert.

sure, attending college in nashville definitely had its perks and the unlimited country music was one of them. every friday night, barring work, testing and studying, rachel would grace broadway street and its glorious bars with her presence alongside anna.

but anna wasn't always like that. when she came to college as a freshman, she was strictly focused on studying as she worked towards her pre-medical biology degree.

but five semesters later, vanderbilt university saw her join a sorority and befriend her future roommate, rachel.

rachel's personality was the exact opposite of anna's and she only studied when she absolutely had to. fake id and all, rachel could be found at the bar before she'd ever be caught in the library.

and now the two meshed very well, with rachel being exactly the same and anna meeting her somewhere in the middle.

the pair had lived together for two years with no end in sight.

jason had always been around, and anna was actually quite fond of him. he treated rachel very well and she knew deep down they were going to end up getting married.

but numerous blind dates with jason's friends revealed two things: one, anna's love life was hopeless and two, all of jason's friends were idiots.

"i mean...i was going to take jason, but i feel like this is a best friend-mergency. i just know this will make you feel better. he'll understand. besides, morgan is a girls night." rachel nodded her head at her friend, silently promising it was okay for anna to agree to take jason's ticket.

"okay, if you're sure..." anna replied, still feeling the turmoil deep inside her.

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 4) Chapter 1

Thanks for the Memories Part 1 (Hank & Wu’s POV)

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: Sean’s life hangs in the balance and Trubel’s questioned regarding the events.

***Hank’s POV***

As they were driving, Hank had Lorelei call Nick’s phone and put it on speaker so that they could communicate despite being in different cars. They needed to discuss what they were going to tell the officers who would be attending the scene at Nick and Juliette’s house. Hank needed his phone so that he was able to make some calls about the captain. Lorelei hadn’t said much, apart from when she was comforting Olivia. Hank kept glancing in the mirror at her; she was no doubt in shock. It was hard to read her expression as she was still wearing her sunglasses. Captain Renard was her fiancé, her soulmate, and despite any issues they had when his cheating came to light their relationship seemed to be on the mend.

Hank had just finished up getting an update on the captain. “Captain is in surgery now. They don’t know anything except they’ve been shot more than once.” He advised everyone.

“Three times I think.” Trubel said. “He was gonna shoot him again, except he saw me. That’s when I ran.”

“Had you ever seen him before?” Hank asked her, glancing back at Lorelei. She was staring out the window.

“No. And he didn’t know I was a Grimm until he woged.”

Nick’s voice spoke up. “He was wesen?”

“A hundjager. He was kind of surprised. That’s why I had time to get the machete. He thought I was just a girl.”

“I wish I could have seen his face…before you cut it off.” Juliett commented.

“Did the captain say what was in the bottle that he wanted me to take?” Nick asked.

“No. He just said you had to drink it or something really bad would happen.” Trubel said. “And Adalind did it.” There was silence on the other end of the line. “Hey, maybe whatever she did to you won’t last.”

“You don’t know Adalind.” Juliette said.

“She’s a hexenbiest. A witch.” Hank added.

“In more ways than one.” Nick followed up with.

“Oh, yeah, I read about them.” Trubel.

“That’s how she transformed herself to look like me.” Juliette told them.

Hank froze, not sure if he had heard her correctly. “She did what?”

“She made Nick think it was me.” Juliette said.

“Why the hell would she…” Hank asked, completely confused.

“So, Nick would sleep with her.” He could hear the bitterness in her voice.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna find her and I’m gonna…” Juliette said before cutting herself off as they approached Nick and Juliette’s house, where Hank could make out the familiar signs of a roadblock.

Juliette parked and Hank pulled up behind her.  “We should turn around.” Trubel said from the other end of the phone.

“We have to deal with this.” Nick told her.

“I killed that guy.” Trubel said, sounding worried.

“In self-defence.” Nick reminded her.

“They’re gonna be all over Trubel.” Hank commented.

“What am I supposed to say?” Trubel asked.

“You’re just gonna tell the truth except the part about the hundjager.” Nick replied.

“And Adalind.” Hank said.

“And the bottle he brought for Nick.” Juliette added.

“All right, look, we better figure this out pretty quick. And if we have to lie, we better all be telling the same one.” Hank told them.

Once they had gotten their story straight, they were ready to face the music.

Hank turned the engine off and hung-up Lorelei’s phone. He turned around and looked at her. “Lore, we’re just going to handle this and then I’ll take you guys to the hospital. Ok?”

Lorelei glanced at him. “Ok.” Her voice was hollow. “I’m staying in the car.”

Hank nodded, glancing back at her one more time before he got out to join the others.

The lead detectives on the case were Meacham and Pogue. They seemed to buy their story. The harder part was when the feds arrived. Probably because the shooter was Weston Steward, one of their own, gone AWOL. It seemed he had returned to enact revenge on Captain Renard. Nick was anxious when Special Agents Chavez and Rosten had Trubel walk them through what had happened. It was hard to tell if they bought the story. Trubel was taken down to the station to give a formal statement. Nick had followed them down, while Hank drove Lorelei and Olivia to the hospital. Lorelei still hadn’t said much, only asking if they had bought the story.

There was still no word on the captain, just that he was still in surgery. Hank had gotten Lorelei and Olivia set up in the waiting room as Wu arrived. Hank was grateful, he wanted to try and track Adalind down. Before leaving, he had gone down to his car to grab the baby’s stuff and upon returning, pulled Wu aside, asking him to keep a close eye on Lorelei, made sure she ate and told him some of the signs of postpartum preeclampsia. It was something Hank had read about while looking up preeclampsia. He didn’t think Lorelei was going to get it, she seemed to be quite healthy, but the stress of her soulmates shooting may cause issues.

Hank wasn’t gone long. He was able to find out that Adalind had flown back to Vienna. Perhaps what she done to Nick was part of some attempt to get her daughter back. Only problem was, the Royals didn’t have Diana. Thankfully, the feds ruled that Trubel had acted in self-defence, so that case was essentially closed. They were however interested to find out why their agent had shot a police captain. Nick and Hank knew, but they didn’t. On the way back to the hospital, Hank stopped at the hotel Lorelei and the captain had been staying at to grab a few things for Lorelei and the baby. Hank doubted Lorelei would want to leave the hospital, so he grabbed a couple of changes of clothes for both of them in addition to some other things.

He returned to the hospital and found them where he had left them. Lorelei was sprawled out across two chairs with Wu beside her, Olivia in his arms. Lorelei had taken the sunglasses off and he could see her eyes were red and puffy. His heart went out for the younger woman who had become like his baby sister.

“Hey, what do you know?” Hank asked, sitting on the other side of Wu after dropping the bag he bought for Lorelei on the floor.

Wu exhaled sharply. “Well, he’s been in surgery over three hours.” He answered. Hank took a closer look at him, noticing how exhausted he looked. He should probably send him home soon.

Hank sighed, leaning back. He glanced at Lorelei, who was staring listlessly at the wall nearby. “How are the girls doing?”

Wu glanced down at Olivia. “Well, she’s fed, been changed, and is sleeping soundly.” Wu told him before glancing at Lorelei. “I did get her to eat, but she’s got a headache and, I assume, by the racing to the bathroom, threw it up. But she assures me the headache isn’t that bad.”

“I can hear you; you know.” Lorelei said, looking at them. “It’s a stress headache and I’m so stressed that I threw up.”

They both apologised to her and sat in silence for a while before Wu glanced at Hank. “Remember when you told me that there were things that you’d seen that you couldn’t explain?”

Hank shifted, glancing at Lorelei who met his gaze as she sat up. “Yeah.”

Wu sighed. “I don’t know – Maybe I’m just tired, but, uh…that book of Nick’s was not a normal book. There were pictures in it, and the drawings looked a little like what I thought I saw that time.” He paused. “And from what he wrote, I got the impression that these monsters were somehow inside people…like they are possessed.” Hank met Lorelei’s eyes over Wu head, as Wu scoffed. “Am I making any sense at all?”

“Hey.” Hank said quietly, leaning closer to Wu. “Monsters do live inside people. We deal with it every day.”

Wu shook his head. “No, this is different. I mean, whoever wrote this stuff really saw what they drew.” He looked at Hank. “When you told me that you’d seen things, what did you mean?”

Hank glanced at Lorelei who shrugged. “I was just saying that people get angry, out of control, their faces start to change. It’s like they’re not even human…” Over Wu’s head, Hank saw Lorelei roll her eyes. Well, it’s not like you’re helping. He thought to himself. “You know, something like that.”

Wu sighed, looking down at Olivia. He looked back up, shaking his head. “I don’t know.”

“Nobody sees the world the same way. And you can’t explain everything.”

Wu glanced at Lorelei, who looked away, pretending she wasn’t listening. “I’m still having nightmares.” He admitted quietly.

Damn it. This had gone on too long. Hank looked up, hoping to catch Lorelei’s eye and found her looking at him. He raised an eyebrow and she nodded, as though saying, yeah, we need to tell him. She’d probably be better at telling him about this stuff, but he didn’t want to place that burden on her at the moment. “Wu, I got to tell you something.” He said, leaning closer to the uniformed office. “Last year, I thought I was losing my mind too. Until…”

Wu looked up at a voice addressing Lorelei. Hank looked up and saw a doctor approaching them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lorelei standing up. He and Wu followed suit. “Doctor.” Wu said before gesturing to Hank. “Uh, this is Detective Griffin.”

“Is Sean ok?” Lorelei asked, her voice shaky as she came to stand between Wu and himself.

The doctor looked at Lorelei sympathetically. “I wish I had better news.” He crossed his arms. “Captain Renard is out of surgery, but, well, he’s lost a great deal of blood, and there’s a lot of damage.” Hank wrapped his arm around Lorelei’s shoulder, keeping her steady. “His kidney’s may shut down.” The doctor looked sadly at Lorelei. “It may be a good idea to contact any other family and have them get here as soon as possible.”

“Oh god.” Lorelei cried, leaning against Hank. “Can I see him?”

The doctor nodded. “I’ll have one of the nurses bring you back soon.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Hank said, his grip on Lorelei tightening. The doctor walked off and Hank looked at Lorelei. “Does the captain have any other family he’d want contacted?”

Lorelei nodded, sniffling. “His mother. I have her number in my phone. It’s in the diaper bag.” Lorelei turned to get it, stumbling slightly as she did.

“Woah, you ok?”

Lorelei nodded again. “Yeah.” She said, straightening up.

Hank steered her over to a seat. “Sit down. I’ll call her.”

Lorelei didn’t argue with him, sitting back down as he went to fish her phone out of her bag and had her unlock it. “Her name is Elizabeth Lascelles.”

Hank nodded, before stepping away to make the call, his heart heavy.

***Wu’s POV***

God, things just keep getting worse and worser. Wu had returned to take a seat beside Lorelei, gently rocking Olivia. Although that was more for himself than her as she was sleeping soundly, unaware of what was going on around her. Unaware of the knowledge that she may be about to face a lifetime without her father. And Lorelei, she looked heartbroken, unlike the bright spark he had come to know. He internally scoffed, and he had been worried about his own problems. They were nothing compared to the prospect of a life without your soulmate.

Hank returned as a nurse arrived to take Lorelei back to see the captain. She had glanced at Wu. “Do you mind holding onto her for a little longer?” She asked him. He nodded and after pressing a kiss to Olivia’s head, she followed the nurse.

Wu looked at Hank, the concern on his face as he watched Lorelei walk off was obvious. “Did you reach the captains mother?”

Hank nodded slowly. “Uh, yeah. Turns out she was already on her way. Guess she was coming to meet the baby. She’ll be here sometime tomorrow.”

Wu had gently placed Olivia into her stroller and sat down beside it. Hank joined him. They sat in silence for about 10 minutes. Wu stood up when Lorelei returned, as did Hank. She was looking distressed, rubbing her forehead with one hand, her chest with the other, tears streaming down her face. As she got closer, Wu thought it looked as if she was having trouble breathing. “Lorelei?” He said slowly, placing his hand on her arm.

“I can’t breathe. I feel like I can’t breathe.” She said breathlessly, sounding a little panicked. And then before anymore could be said, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she crumpled.

“Woah, Lorelei.” Wu said, catching her as she fell. He gently lowered her to the ground.

“Hey, we need help over here?” Hank shouted, coming to kneel beside Lorelei.

A couple of nurses came running over, asking what happened. Hank explained it to them, also including the fact Lorelei had not long given birth and had a history of preeclampsia. She was rushed off. All Wu and Hank could do was watch helplessly, staying with Olivia. The two discussed what to do, in the event Lorelei had to be admitted. Hank was of the opinion that Lorelei wouldn’t cope well if she woke up and found her daughter gone. A nurse approached them a short while later, letting them know Lorelei’s blood pressure was quite high and considering her history, they were admitting her to run more tests to determine if she had something called postpartum preeclampsia or something else. Hank insisted they keep her on this floor, telling them about the captain. While they were waiting for Lorelei to get settled, Hank called someone, telling Wu they were a friend of Lorelei who could stay with her and Olivia. Hank then sent Wu home, promising to keep him updated.

As Wu left, he realised that the day had in fact, gotten even worser.

A/N: I did intend on writing a scene that involved Lorelei seeing Sean, but I struggled to write it. It was too hard. So, forgive me for leaving it out. The next chapter is an update on Lorelei.  And just a warning, no one’s dying but Lorelei’s own health problems do escalate.

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