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The Heir of Ice and Ash

- Summary: A little less than a year into your marriage with Cregan, you give birth to your first child.

- Paring: velaryon!reader/Cregan Stark

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is only daughter od Rhaenyra, has silver hair and violet eyes, and is bonded with dragon called Thraxata. These events happen after The North Remembers. To read all the chapters in chronological order visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Word count: 5 115

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @21-princess

The sun sets below the horizon, painting the skies over Winterfell in hues of deep indigo and velvet, as if the Gods themselves pay tribute to the impending night. You stand by the window, your gaze fixed on the first stars twinkling above. They are a stark contrast against the endless darkness stretching out from the Godswood and the towering walls of the castle. Your hand rests heavily against the swell of your belly, the child within restless, as though sensing the night ahead will be anything but peaceful.

Autumn has fully settled upon the North, and even though the warmth of the hearth blazes behind you, a chill seeps into your bones that no fire can chase away. You shift uncomfortably, feeling a familiar ache in your lower back. It has been a constant companion these past weeks, dull and persistent. But tonight, it pulses more sharply—like the distant beat of a war drum.

Cregan finds you there, framed by the shadows and the low, flickering light of the fire. His presence is a balm, even before he speaks. The Lord of Winterfell—your husband—carries the strength and sternness of the North, but in his eyes, softened by the firelight, there is only concern and tenderness for you. His dark hair is wild, just as the snow-laden winds that howl outside, and a slight frown creases his brow as he crosses the room to you.

"Y/N," he says, his voice low and gravelly, "you should be resting. The Maester said the time grows close. You cannot push yourself like this."

You turn to him, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. "Resting makes me feel like a caged dragon," you reply, your voice laced with both fondness and frustration. "Thraxata would gnaw through her own wings before sitting idly while the world shifts around her."

He chuckles, but there’s tension beneath it. Cregan’s large hand covers yours on your belly, and you feel the child stir once more—a reminder of the life you carry, a testament to the love that has grown between you in this stark, unyielding place.

"The child takes after you, then," he murmurs. "Stubborn and fierce."

You meet his gaze, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. "Or perhaps after you—strong and steadfast. A wolf with a dragon's fire."

Before either of you can speak further, a sharp pain lances through your body. You inhale sharply, clutching Cregan’s arm, your nails digging into the fur-lined sleeve. His expression shifts instantly, dark brows knitting together with worry. You feel the tightness spread like a wildfire across your belly, and when it releases, you’re left breathless and trembling.

"Y/N?" The concern in his voice is almost a command, though he’s careful not to let the fear creep into it. "Is it time?"

You shake your head, breathing deeply to steady yourself. "Not yet," you whisper, but even you can hear the uncertainty in your tone. It has been hours since these pains started, subtle and far between at first. But now, they come more frequently, gripping you like waves crashing against a rocky shore.

Cregan doesn’t waste time. He steps away, only long enough to summon Maester Kennet and the midwives. You watch him move with purpose, the Lord of Winterfell transformed into a man both ready to command and helpless in the face of the unknown. His love for you is written in every line of his face, in the tightness of his jaw, in the way his hands curl into fists as if he could fight off the pain on your behalf.

The midwives arrive quickly, bustling into the room with hushed voices and brisk efficiency. They guide you to the bed, their hands gentle yet firm as they help you settle against the piled furs and cushions. You clutch Cregan’s hand as the Maester approaches, his lined face kind but serious as he takes note of your condition.

"How long have the pains been this strong, my lady?" he asks, his voice even but edged with concern.

"A few hours," you admit through gritted teeth. "But it’s growing worse. They’re coming faster now."

The Maester nods gravely, exchanging a glance with the lead midwife. "Your body is preparing, my lady. It may yet be some time before the babe is ready to enter the world, but the process has begun in earnest."

His words offer little comfort. You know, intellectually, that this is how it must be—how it is for every woman who brings forth life—but knowing does nothing to dull the reality of it. Each time the pain comes, it tears through you with a force that leaves you gasping, gripping Cregan’s hand as if it were a lifeline.

"Stay with me, Cregan," you breathe out between labored breaths. You’ve never felt so vulnerable, so desperate for his presence. 

"Always," he promises, his voice a low rumble, grounding you amidst the storm brewing in your body. He presses his forehead against yours, his warmth a beacon in the encroaching darkness. "You are stronger than any dragon, Y/N. You’ll see this through, as you always do—with fire and fury."

The night drags on, and with it, the pain ebbs and flows like the tide, relentless and unyielding. You find yourself slipping between moments of clarity and haze, clinging to Cregan’s voice as he whispers reassurances in your ear, his hand never leaving yours. You hear the midwives speaking softly to one another, discussing the progression, debating when to intervene, when to let nature take its course.

Outside, the wind howls, a mournful sound that seems to echo the turmoil within you. Somewhere far off, perhaps even from the Godswood, you think you hear the distant call of a wolf—your child’s ancestors, awaiting the new life ready to join their pack.

But for now, the waiting continues. The pain intensifies, like the tightening coil of a spring wound to its limit, yet still, there is no sign that the final moment is near. You can feel it, lingering on the edge of every breath—a future that hangs just out of reach, not yet ready to reveal itself.

Exhausted, you close your eyes, letting Cregan’s steady presence be your anchor. The Maester and midwives murmur around you, but their words blur into the background as you focus on the rhythm of your breaths, each inhale and exhale a battle won.

The night is far from over. The child within you stirs as if in answer, reminding you that the fiercest trials are yet to come. And yet, you are a dragon of Velaryon blood, a child of the conquerors and the seas. Winter may have yet to come, but it cannot quell the fire that lives within you. And so, you wait—braced for the storm, knowing that when dawn breaks, it will bring with it either triumph or heartbreak.

But for now, there is only the darkness, the pain, and the unwavering strength of your husband's hand holding yours, as you both prepare to face what lies ahead together.

The night stretches on, thick and unyielding like the ice that blankets the North. The chamber is dim, save for the flicker of the hearth and the low glow of the candles, their light wavering with each gust of wind rattling the shutters. You feel as if time itself has slowed, each moment pulling at you like heavy chains, dragging you deeper into the intensity of the labor.

The pain is unrelenting now, no longer coming in waves but crashing over you like a tempest at sea, leaving no room to breathe, no space to gather your strength. Every muscle in your body is taut, straining as the child within you fights its way into the world. You cling to Cregan’s hand, his knuckles white under the force of your grip. His face is etched with concern, a rare crack in the stoic mask he wears so easily. But beneath it all, his love is there—steady, unwavering, a lighthouse in the storm.

“You’re doing well, Y/N,” the midwife assures you, though her voice seems distant, as if carried through a tunnel. “The babe is moving down. Keep breathing, just like we practiced.”

You grit your teeth, trying to focus on the instructions, but it’s hard to think beyond the pressure building within you, the primal urge to push overwhelming every other instinct. It’s as if a fire roars through your veins, the fury and strength of your dragon blood awakened, urging you to finish this battle.

“I can’t… I don’t know if I can,” you gasp, the words torn from you in a moment of weakness. For a fleeting second, doubt curls in your chest, tightening around your heart.

But Cregan is there, leaning close, his voice a low rumble in your ear, filled with the deep, unyielding strength of the North. “You can. You are Y/N Velaryon—daughter of Rhaenyra, rider of Thraxata, a dragon forged in fire. There’s nothing in this world that can break you, least of all this.”

His words cut through the fog of pain, grounding you, reminding you who you are. You’ve fought for your place in this world—carved it out with both grace and fury—and you’ll fight for this child too, just as fiercely.

The midwife nods, seeing the determination flash in your eyes. “It’s time, my lady. With the next contraction, you must push.”

And so you do.

The first push takes everything you have, and the scream that tears from your throat is one of both agony and defiance. The world narrows to this one moment, the struggle of bringing life into being, of pushing past the pain and fear to reach the light on the other side. You feel the child shift, the head crowning, and the sensation is like being split in two, raw and fierce.

“Good, that’s it!” The midwife’s voice rises with encouragement. “Again, my lady, when the next one comes!”

You barely have time to gather yourself before another contraction grips you, fierce and unrelenting. Sweat beads on your brow, mixing with tears that you’re only half-aware of. You lean into the pain, letting it fuel your resolve, focusing all your energy on bringing this child into the world.

Cregan’s hand is still in yours, his voice a steady chant in your ear. “Almost there, Y/N. You’re almost there. I’m with you. We’re in this together.”

His presence is a comfort, his strength lending you the courage to face the next wave. The room blurs around you—the midwives, the Maester, all of it fading as you focus on the one task that matters. The pain is all-encompassing, a fire burning through you, but there is something else there too—a deep, instinctual knowledge that you are nearing the end, that you are almost ready to meet the child who has been growing inside you for all these months.

“One more, my lady!” The midwife’s voice cuts through, sharp and encouraging. “One final push!”

You gather every ounce of strength left in your body, the remnants of your willpower igniting into one last surge. With a primal roar, you bear down, feeling the child finally slip free, the sensation one of both release and completion. And then, for a moment, there is silence—the world holding its breath in the space between one heartbeat and the next.

Then the air is split by the cry of a newborn—a sound so pure and strong that it brings tears to your eyes. Relief crashes over you, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath. The midwife moves quickly, cleaning the child and wrapping them in soft furs before placing them in your arms.

“It’s a boy, my lady,” she says with a smile, her eyes shining with the joy of the moment.

You look down at your son, tears blurring your vision as you take in the tiny face, scrunched and red, his little fists waving in the air. His hair is dark, like Cregan’s, but when he opens his eyes, you see a familiar shade of violet staring back at you—the mark of your bloodline, of your heritage. He is a perfect blend of both of you, a child of both fire and ice.

Cregan’s breath catches as he looks at the child, awe and tenderness softening his usually stern features. He brushes a hand gently over your hair, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. “He’s beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “You’ve done it, Y/N. Our son…”

The joy is overwhelming, the bond between the three of you already stronger than anything you’ve ever known. You cradle your son close, feeling his warmth, hearing his tiny breaths as he calms in your arms. The pain, the exhaustion—it all fades in the face of this moment, the pure love that fills the room like a warm light cutting through the cold.

“What will we name him?” Cregan asks softly, his fingers tracing the baby’s cheek with a touch so gentle it belies the strength in his hands.

You look at your son, feeling the weight of his future, the legacy he carries within him. He is of House Velaryon and House Stark, a bridge between two worlds, a symbol of unity and strength. “Killian,” you finally say, the name rolling off your tongue like a promise, one you will both keep. “Killian Stark.”

Cregan nods, pride and love shining in his eyes. “Killian Stark,” he repeats, his voice filled with certainty, as if speaking the name cements the child’s place in the world.

The midwives move quietly around you, tidying the room and tending to you both, but in this moment, nothing else matters. It’s just you, Cregan, and Killian—the three of you bound together by blood, by love, by the trials of this night. The wind howls outside, but inside, all is warmth and peace. Your child is here, safe in your arms, and for now, that is enough.

You lean back against the pillows, exhaustion finally overtaking you, but you don’t mind. You close your eyes, content in the knowledge that when you wake, you will find Cregan by your side, your son nestled between you both, and the future ahead bright with possibilities.

The night sky is a deep indigo, dusted with a thousand stars, as if the very heavens themselves have come to bear witness to the celebration. Winterfell’s courtyard is alive with the sounds of laughter, the crackle of bonfires, and the deep, melodic hum of Northern songs sung by gruff voices. The air is crisp and cold, but it carries the warmth of joy and camaraderie—a warmth that flows through the gathered Lords and Ladies of the North, drawn together to honor the birth of your son, Killian Stark.

It’s been a month since his arrival, and though the days have been marked by exhaustion and recovery, tonight is a time to celebrate. To revel in the strength of family and the bonds forged in fire and snow. Cregan has spared no effort in ensuring the night is one to remember, filling the halls and courtyard with the rich scents of roasted meats, spiced wine, and hearty stews. Long tables are laid out under the open sky, heavy with food and drink, and adorned with simple yet elegant winter blooms and evergreen boughs.

You stand at Cregan’s side, your fingers intertwined with his, feeling the steady heat of his presence. The fur-lined cloak draped over your shoulders is soft, its weight a comforting reminder of Winterfell’s protective embrace. Killian rests peacefully in your arms, swaddled in thick, dark furs, his tiny face barely visible except for the delicate curve of his nose and the wisps of dark hair peeking out from beneath the blanket. His eyes, the deep violet of your lineage, are closed in contented sleep, unaware of the grand feast being held in his honor.

As you take in the scene before you, you feel a sense of pride swell in your chest. These are your people now—the fierce, loyal Northerners who have accepted you as one of their own. They raise their cups and call out toasts to your health and that of your son, their voices echoing against the ancient stone walls. There is a rugged beauty to this place, to these people, and it’s a beauty that you’ve come to love.

The drums begin to beat—a steady, rhythmic pulse that resonates in the bones, calling the attention of all present. At the center of the courtyard, the space is cleared, and all eyes turn to Cregan as he steps forward, raising his hand for silence. The Northern Lords and Ladies fall quiet, their eyes shining with respect and anticipation.

“My kin, my friends,” Cregan begins, his voice carrying easily across the gathering. There’s a natural authority in the way he speaks, his words as solid and enduring as the mountains that rise beyond Winterfell’s walls. “Tonight, we gather not just to celebrate the birth of my son, Killian, but to honor the woman who brought him into this world, my wife, Y/N. She came to us from beyond our borders, a daughter of fire and sea, yet she has proven herself as fierce and resilient as any Northerner born. She has brought warmth to our halls and strength to our bloodline.”

A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks. The pride in Cregan’s voice, the way he speaks of you as both wife and equal, makes your heart swell with love for this man who has made the North your home.

“And to you, Killian Stark,” Cregan continues, turning his gaze to your son, “may you grow strong in the ways of the North, guided by the wisdom of both wolf and dragon. Tonight, we celebrate you and the bonds that unite us all, both as family and as the people of the North.”

A resounding cheer follows his words, the Northern lords lifting their cups high. “To House Stark! To Killian Stark!” they shout in unison, their voices roughened by years of weather and war. “To the Lady of Winterfell!”

The toasts are followed by the deep bellow of warhorns, their sound echoing through the courtyard, signaling the beginning of the night’s revelry. The drums pick up again, faster now, a beat that invites movement, dance, and the unbridled joy of the North’s people. As the first notes of the fiddle and lute join the drums, couples begin to spill onto the cleared space, their steps a blend of tradition and wild abandon.

Cregan returns to your side, offering you a crooked smile. “Would you do me the honor of a dance, my lady?” His tone is light, but there’s an intensity in his gaze that suggests he’s asking much more than that.

You laugh softly, shifting Killian in your arms. “I would, but our son seems to have other ideas.”

Cregan’s eyes soften as he looks at Killian, who remains blissfully unaware of the world around him. “Let me hold him,” he says, taking the child from your arms with a tenderness that never fails to surprise you in a man of such strength. He cradles Killian against his chest, his movements careful, protective. “Go, dance. Let the people see their Lady take part in the traditions of the North.”

With a nod of gratitude, you hand Killian over and let yourself be led into the circle of dancers. The music is lively, the steps quick and purposeful, the kind of dance that demands focus and energy. You let yourself get lost in it, the rhythm of the drums syncing with your heartbeat, your body moving with a grace and fluidity that comes as naturally as flying on dragonback. The Northern women dance alongside you, their steps fierce and determined, their laughter wild and free. The men join in with strong, purposeful movements, celebrating with a raw, untamed joy that feels like a release after the long weeks of winter’s dark grip.

As you twirl and leap, you catch glimpses of Cregan watching you from the edge of the circle, Killian nestled in his arms. He looks at you with a mixture of pride and desire, as if you are both a miracle and a force of nature. The flames of the bonfires dance in his eyes, and in that moment, you feel the strength of the bond you’ve forged here in the North—a bond between a dragon and a wolf, between fire and ice.

The dance ends with a flourish, breathless laughter echoing through the night. You return to Cregan’s side, cheeks flushed, heart racing, but there is no exhaustion, only exhilaration. He hands Killian back to you, his fingers brushing yours with a touch that lingers, a silent promise between husband and wife. 

“Was that Northern enough for you?” you ask playfully, cradling Killian close as the warmth of the firelight wraps around you both.

Cregan grins, his hand resting on your back. “You’ve more than proven yourself, my love. The North is yours as much as it is mine.”

The night continues in a blur of song, drink, and tales told by firelight. The lords and ladies exchange stories of old battles, of hunts and harsh winters survived, weaving a tapestry of history that you are now a part of. The bonds of kinship, of loyalty to House Stark, are celebrated in each toast, in every clap on the back, every shared laugh.

As the hours pass, the revelry slows, giving way to a quieter, more reflective mood. Cregan’s hand finds yours, squeezing gently. “Thank you, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice low, meant only for your ears. “For giving me a son, for standing beside me in this land of ice and snow. For being the flame that warms these cold stones.”

You lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “And thank you, Cregan, for giving me a home, a place where I can be both dragon and wolf. Our family is strong, our future bright.”

In the distance, wolves howl, their voices rising in harmony with the night wind, a song that speaks of strength, unity, and the enduring spirit of the North. And in the heart of Winterfell, under the watchful eyes of the old gods and the stars above, you stand together as a family—rooted in tradition, yet reaching toward the future, ready to face whatever the coming winters may bring.

The revelry is in full swing when a sudden, urgent shout pierces the cold night air. “A dragon! A dragon is coming!”

The music halts abruptly, the notes hanging in the silence that follows. All eyes turn to the sky, scanning the darkness for the shape of wings. Even in the depths of night, you know the North is no stranger to strange sights, but the cry of “dragon” sends a ripple of tension through the crowd. It’s rare to see dragons in these lands—this far north, in the heart of autumn.

Your heart leaps to your throat, and a part of you already knows. Before you even spot the golden scales gleaming faintly in the moonlight, you know who it is. The familiar silhouette of a dragon with graceful wings and a golden hue, Syrax—the Queen’s dragon. Your mother has come to Winterfell.

Gasps and murmurs spread through the gathering as people look up in awe, some with fear, others with wonder. Syrax is a radiant sight even in the shadows of night, her scales catching the glow of the bonfires below as she circles the castle. The distinctive thrum of her wings reverberates through the courtyard, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, not of fear but of anticipation.

Cregan steps closer, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword. It’s not out of distrust, but out of habit—he is ever the vigilant protector. “It’s her,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him, and he turns to you with understanding in his eyes.

“The Queen,” he murmurs, lowering his hand. “Your mother.”

There’s no mistaking the regal presence in the sky, even before Syrax lands with a soft thud that shakes the ground. The wind stirred by her wings sends cloaks and hair whipping around, and you instinctively tighten your grip on Killian, who stirs but doesn’t wake. Your breath catches as you watch the dragon’s rider dismount, a figure cloaked in dark furs, her silver hair flowing in the night breeze. Even in the shadows, the unmistakable violet eyes of your mother, Queen Rhaenyra, gleam with fierce purpose.

The lords and ladies of the North, who only moments ago were laughing and celebrating, now stand silent, watching the scene unfold with a mix of reverence and curiosity. Many of them have never seen a dragon (as Thraxata prefers her solitude) much less the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in person. There’s a hushed awe in the air as she strides forward, her gaze sweeping the courtyard until they find you—her daughter.

“Mother…” you breathe, hardly able to believe she’s truly here.

Rhaenyra’s stern expression softens the moment her eyes land on you holding Killian. The lines of worry and weariness that have grown on her face over the years seem to fade, replaced by something softer, something warm and achingly tender. She walks quickly, almost as if she’s afraid she might lose sight of you, and the crowd parts for her as if commanded by an unspoken will.

When she reaches you, she doesn’t hesitate. She pulls you into a tight embrace, wrapping you and Killian in her arms, her breath hitching as she holds you close. The scent of sea salt and smoke clings to her, a comforting reminder of your childhood. “Y/N, my sweet girl,” she murmurs, her voice trembling. “You’ve become a mother yourself.”

You smile through tears as you pull back slightly to look at her. “I have, Mother. Meet your grandson, Killian Stark.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes glisten as she turns her gaze down to the tiny bundle nestled in your arms. She reaches out with trembling hands, and you gently place Killian in her grasp. Her breath catches in her throat as she cradles him, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. “Oh, he’s perfect,” she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. “He’s so beautiful, Y/N. He’s perfect.”

The Queen, the strong and resolute ruler of the realm, stands before you with tears streaming down her face as she gazes at her first grandchild. Her fingers brush over his soft cheeks, marveling at the dark hair and those distinctive violet eyes that echo her own. She cradles him close to her chest, her tears falling onto his swaddled form as she gently rocks him. “My little dragon,” she whispers lovingly. “My grandson.”

Killian stirs, letting out a soft whimper, and Rhaenyra’s face lights up with a radiant smile, despite the tears. She presses a kiss to his forehead, her tears mingling with her laughter. “He’s strong. I can feel it,” she says, her voice thick with pride. “He has the blood of both the dragon and the wolf. He’ll be a force to be reckoned with one day.”

You stand beside her, emotions overwhelming you as you watch the most powerful woman in the realm reduced to tears by the sight of her grandchild. “Mother, I didn’t know you were coming,” you say softly, brushing away your own tears. “I wasn’t expecting—”

Rhaenyra interrupts you with a shake of her head. “How could I not come?” she replies, her voice breaking. “The moment I heard that you’d given birth, I knew I had to be here. You’re my daughter, Y/N, and this—” she gestures to Killian, “—is my blood, my legacy. I would fly through fire and storm to be here for this.”

Cregan, who has been watching quietly, steps forward and bows his head respectfully. “Your Grace,” he greets, his tone low and respectful. “Winterfell is honored by your presence.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze softens as she looks at him, still holding Killian close. “Lord Stark,” she replies, inclining her head. “Winterfell is now part of my family as well, thanks to you and Y/N.” Her eyes flick back to Killian. “I see that my daughter has chosen well. You’ve given her a place where she can be strong and loved.”

Cregan’s eyes meet hers, and in them, there is a mutual understanding—one born of respect for the woman standing before him and the bond she shares with you. “I love her fiercely, Your Grace, as she deserves to be loved. And our son—your grandson—will know the strength of both his mother’s house and his father’s.”

Rhaenyra nods, satisfied by his words, but it’s clear she’s still entranced by the little life she cradles in her arms. “He is the future,” she murmurs. “Our future.” Her voice takes on a more somber tone as she adds, “The world is uncertain, and the storms may come, but Killian will be a light in that darkness. He will carry the strength of both ice and fire, of wolf and dragon.”

The lords and ladies of the North, who had stood back respectfully, begin to approach now, offering congratulations to the Queen, but always with their eyes drawn to the babe in her arms. The tension from earlier has melted away, replaced by a sense of unity. It’s as if Rhaenyra’s presence has bridged the gap between South and North, connecting them through shared blood and purpose.

Rhaenyra eventually returns Killian to you, but not without a lingering kiss to his forehead. Her eyes remain wet, and her voice trembles as she speaks. “I wish your father could see this,” she whispers, her voice tinged with both sorrow and joy. “He would be so proud of you, of the family you’ve built.”

You nod, feeling a pang of loss for Laenor, who never lived to see his daughter become a mother herself. “He’s watching over us, I’m sure of it,” you reply, your voice soft but resolute.

The night’s celebration shifts into something more intimate now, with people sharing stories of family, of home, and of the legacy that you are all building together. Rhaenyra remains by your side, her hand resting on your arm as she watches Killian sleep peacefully, content in the love surrounding him.

As the bonfires crackle and the Northern songs continue softly in the background, you find yourself overwhelmed by the strength of family, of tradition, and of the unbreakable bonds that have been forged this night. Winterfell, with its ancient stones and cold winds, has never felt warmer, never felt more like home.

[heesvnqie]

non idol au + celebrity au with jay x fem!reader who are co-stars in an action+romcom kdrama?

so maybe they shoot some action scenes and he’s worried for her bc she doesn’t like having a stunt double and does all the stunts herself

and maybe they also shoot the romance scenes which lead to like a LATER irl romance scene between them yk?

feel free to ignore this if it’s not something you’d write haha

Author : Dear Anon, I would love to write this out! Thank you so muchhh for giving me such a fantastic prompt. Lots of hugs and kisses.

Behind The Scene- A Park Jongseong FF

Pairing: Park Jongseong!Jay x female reader

Word count: 4.6k

Genre: fluff, smut

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪: Your first ever series and with the BEST actor of the K-drama industry puts you under pressure and nervousness. You're not just the female lead but also the action herione. Filming alongside Jay, you and Jay develop a undeniable chemistry.

The sun hovered lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of the city. With eyes shielded by oversized sunglasses, you weaved through the crowded sidewalks, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was the day you had been waiting for, the start of filming for the highly anticipated action-romcom series that would either make or break your career.

You were a rookie in the industry, and this was your first series but you had something that set you apart from the rest: you were not only the female lead but also the action heroine.

As you approached the set, the sound of voices grew louder, a blend of Korean and English echoing through the streets. You recognized the towering figure of Jay, your co-star, in the distance, surrounded by a whirlwind of crew members.

He was a seasoned actor, known for his impeccable fighting skills and chiseled jawline that had won the hearts of fans worldwide. You took a deep breath and straightened your posture, reminding yourself of the fierce character you were about to portray.

Your first series was going to be with the BEST actor of the whole k-drama industry. It gave you a feeling of pride as well as of fear on the thought that what if your acting wasn't at his level?

The director, Mr. Kim, called for your attention as you and Jay arrived on set. He spoke with a fervor that could only come from a man who had poured his soul into a script. "Today, we begin with the rooftop chase scene," he announced, holding up a storyboard. "Remember, safety first, but we need that raw, adrenaline-filled performance. Are we ready?"

"Are we ready Miss Y/N? You are the main-woman in this scene.." Mr.Kim asked noticing the worry and fear in your eyes.

"Yes." You managed to say with a slight tremble in your voice.

Jay cast a concerned glance in your direction, noticing better than anyone the slight tremble in your voice and the way how your hand shook with nervousness.

He knew you didn't like stunt doubles, you had mentioned that during the audition. You insisted on doing your own stunts to give an authentic performance. The thought of you in harm's way made his stomach tighten, but he knew better than to challenge your determination.

He offered a reassuring smile instead. "You've got this," he murmured in your ear as his hot breath streamed down the back of your neck. Shivers passed down your spine as you managed to show him a thumbs-up.

The cameras rolled, and the scene unfolded. You sprinted across the rooftop with an agility that belied your inexperience, leaping between buildings with a grace that seemed almost superhuman. Jay followed close behind, his movements precise and calculated. Despite the scripted chaos, he couldn't help but admire your courage and dedication to the craft. You and Jay exchanged a few lines in between breathless pants, the tension between you both palpable, not just from the scene, but from a growing, unspoken attraction.

The climax of the sequence involved a daring jump over a narrow alley, which you had practiced relentlessly. Jay watched from the opposite rooftop where you had to land, his eyes never leaving you. You took a moment to gather your nerves, your heart pounding in your chest.

Then, with a fierce cry and quick run, you launched yourself into the air, the wind whipping through your hair. Time seemed to slow as you soared over the gap, and for a brief, terrifying second, you thought you might not make it.

But you did, landing with a thud on the opposite rooftop, your knees buckling slightly.

"CUT!" The director yelled. The crew erupted into applause, and Jay rushed to your side, his relief palpable.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his hand on your shoulder, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain and distress.

You grinned up at him, your cheeks flushed with exhilaration. "Never better," you replied, pushing yourself to your feet. The adrenaline coursed through your veins, leaving you feeling invincible.

You both shared a brief moment of understanding, the kind that forms between two people who have just survived something intense together.

As the day went on, you and Jay shot scenes that were a stark contrast to the earlier action—now it was time for the romantic moments that would melt the hearts of their viewers.

Jay's gaze lingered on you as he and you delivered your lines with an ease that surprised even you. The chemistry between both of you was undeniable, and it was clear that both of you weren't just playing characters anymore.

Each touch, each smile, every fleeting glance was charged with a current that had the crew whispering and squeakling like highschool girls.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange hue over the city as the crew approached the final scene of the day. It was a classic rooftop confession, where your characters would finally admit their feelings for each other.

As the director called for action, Jay stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours. He could feel the electricity between them, and it was all too real.

Both of you delivered your lines with a passion that seemed to resonate through the air, your eyes locked in a silent conversation that spoke volumes. The moment grew heavier, the silence between your words thick with unspoken desire.

When the script called for him to lean in and kiss you, Jay paused, his heart thumping. He searched your eyes for permission, and finding it as you nodded, pressed his lips gently to yours.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if both of you were afraid to break the delicate illusion. But as your characters' love story unfolded before you, the line between fiction and reality began to blur. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Jay pushed you against the wall until it was no longer just for the camera.

The crew, captivated by the authenticity of the moment, held their collective breath, the whispers dying down to nothing.

Mr. Kim called "Cut!" with a knowing smile, and the spell was broken.

Jay pulled back, his gaze lingering on your lips for a heartbeat longer than necessary. The atmosphere on the rooftop had shifted, and everyone knew it. He offered her a hand, helping her to walk away from the wall, their fingers intertwining naturally. They stumbled over their next lines, the heat of their kiss still echoing between them.

The days turned into weeks, and the chemistry between you both grew more potent with each scene you two shot. You found yourselves laughing at inside jokes during takes and lingering in each other's embrace longer than the director required.

It was as if your on-screen romance had spilled over into real life, and neither of you were complaining. You and Jay began to share more than just the screen, finding yourselves at dinners and coffee shops, sharing stories about their pasts and dreams for the future.

But the whispers grew louder, the paparazzi more persistent. The rumors of a secret romance between the lead actors began to spread like wildfire through the entertainment industry.

Jay knew that this kind of publicity could either skyrocket their show's success or lead to a disastrous scandal. He had been down that road before, and the memory of his past relationships ruined by the media still stung.

The two leads decided to keep your feelings under wraps, focusing solely on both of your professional commitment to the show. Yet, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the sparks that flew every time you were together. The tension grew with each passing day, a silent dance of desire and restraint.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of filming, you both found yourselves in a quiet corner of the set, the lights dimming as the crew packed up around you.

The air was thick with unspoken words, and the energy between them was almost tangible. Jay leaned in, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "We can't keep doing this," he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing.

You looked at him in confusion.

"Pretending," he clarified, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "We're fooling ourselves and everyone else."

Your eyes searched his, looking for any hint of doubt or regret, but all you found was the intensity of his gaze, a mirror to your own tumultuous emotions.

"What do you suggest we do?" You whispered, your voice barely audible above the soft hum of the city below. "The series is a hit. Everybody loves our chemistry. The fans truly want us to date."

He nodded solemnly. "I know. But we're not just characters in a drama, we're people with real feelings. We can't let this control us anymore."

With a deep sigh, you stepped back, creating space between him and you. "You're right," you conceded, your voice trembling slightly. "We need to be professional. Our careers are on the line."

The conversation weighed heavily on both of you, and the following days on set were filled with awkward glances and forced smiles. You both threw yourselves into work, trying to ignore the undeniable pull that tugged at your hearts.

The stunt scenes became more intense, and Jay found himself more protective than ever, hovering nearby whenever you were in the air, ready to catch you if you stumbled.

You noticed, and a part of you felt grateful, while another part resented the reminder of the barrier you both had built between each other.

During a break from filming, you sat in your trailer, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The makeup artist had painted your cheeks with a blush that didn't quite match the one Jay's kisses left behind.

You felt torn between your career and your burgeoning feelings for him. The knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts.

Jay peered in, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Can we talk?"

Nodding, you stepped aside to let him in, your heart racing. The trailer was cramped, but it felt even smaller with the weight of your unspoken words pressing down on both of you. He sat beside you on the small couch, his leg brushing against yours.

"Look," Jay began, his voice a little shaky. "I know we agreed to keep things professional, but I can't ignore this anymore. When we're together, it feels so real. So right." He paused, watching you intently. "What if we just…see where this takes us?"

You felt a warmth spread through your chest. You knew the risks, the potential scandals and the impact on your careers, but you also knew that you couldn't deny your feelings for much longer. You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his, feeling the heat from his skin. "Okay," You murmured. "But we have to be careful."

Jay nodded solemnly. "We'll be discreet."

Your secret grew as the days passed, a shared look here, a stolen touch there. You became experts at hiding in plain sight, your on-screen chemistry becoming a delicious secret that only added to the show's allure.

Off-screen, you found moments to be together, sneaking away during breaks, your conversations filled with whispers and smiles that didn't reach your eyes when the cameras weren't rolling.

One night, after a particularly demanding day of filming, Jay suggested that you both grab a quick dinner together. You both ended up in a small, tucked-away restaurant, the kind that didn't bother with autographs or photos, where the aroma of sizzling meat and spicy kimchi filled the air.

The intimate setting made your hearts race, and your conversation flowed as freely as the soju that accompanied your meal.

Under the flickering candlelight, he reached across the table, his hand covering yours. "I know we said we'd keep it professional, but I can't help how I feel about you," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. Your eyes searched his, finding the vulnerability you hadn't expected. "I know," You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel it too."

Your relationship grew in the shadows of the film set. Stolen glances, secret smiles, and whispers that only both of you could hear. It was a delicate dance of passion and discretion, a dance that had you both feeling like teenagers again. Each day brought new challenges, new moments of tension and excitement, and each night brought you two closer together.

As the show's popularity soared, the whispers grew louder. The media was hungry for any scrap of gossip, any hint of a romance between the two. Yet, you and Jay remained steadfast in your decision to keep your feelings hidden from the public eye.

You knew that the moment you admitted your love, the storm of attention would be overwhelming, possibly even destructive.

One evening, as you and Jay sat together on the edge of the same rooftop where your on-screen romance had begun, Jay looked into your eyes and spoke the words that had been haunting him. "We can't hide forever," he said softly. "We're going to have to decide when we want to tell the world."

You felt a knot form in your stomach. The thought of your secret being out in the open was both thrilling and terrifying. You knew that once you stepped out of the shadows, there would be no turning back.

"But what if it ruins everything?" You asked, your voice filled with concern. "What if we can't handle the pressure?"

Jay squeezed your hand reassuringly. "We're stronger than we think," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We've come this far, and we're not just any couple. We're the couple everyone wants to see together. If we do it right, we can control the narrative."

You both talked into the night, weighing the pros and cons, your hearts and minds in a constant tug-of-war. Finally, both of you reached an agreement.

You would wait until the show's finale to reveal your relationship, timing it to coincide with the dramatic climax of your characters' love story. It would be a perfect, poetic ending for both the show and your secret romance.

The days leading up to the finale were a whirlwind of intense filming and heightened emotions. The anticipation of your characters' confession mirrored your own, and the lines between scripted passion and real-life feelings grew increasingly blurred.

You both held onto the secret tighter than ever, the excitement of the impending revelation a constant undercurrent in your interactions.

As the final scenes approached, so did the paparazzi. They lurked in the shadows, cameras at the ready, waiting for a single slip-up that would shatter the illusion of your professional façade. Jay and you had become experts at dodging questions, at keeping your hands to yourselves, at smiling for the cameras while your hearts ached for more.

The night of the finale was upon them. The script called for your characters to confess their love on the rooftop under a blanket of stars. The air was thick with tension, not just from the scene but from the knowledge that soon, your own secret would be shared with the world. Jay took a deep breath as the director called for action, his eyes locking with yours, conveying all the love and fear he couldn't speak aloud.

Both of you delivered your lines with a passion that seemed to set the very air around you alight. The kiss was explosive, a culmination of weeks of pent-up emotion, and the crew watched with bated breath. As the scene ended and the director called cut, Jay pulled away, his heart racing.

The moment of truth had arrived.

You had agreed to wait until the show's finale to reveal your relationship, but the intensity of your on-screen confession had made it impossible to resist the pull any longer. Jay took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and led you to the edge of the rooftop, the city of Seoul stretching out below you like a twinkling sea of stars. The cool breeze whispered around you, carrying the scent of the city's vibrant life.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's do it now," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Let's tell the world before the cameras do."

Your heart skipped a beat, the gravity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. But as you looked into his eyes, you knew he was right. It was time to claim their happiness.

"Okay," You whispered, your grip on his hand tightening. "Let's make it our moment, not theirs."

Both of you descended the stairs from the rooftop, your steps echoing in the quiet alley. The paparazzi waited like vultures, but tonight, they had a surprise in store. Jay took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision settle in his chest. As you reached the street, a cacophony of flashes and questions erupted around you, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he turned to you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Let's go," he whispered, leading you through the frenzy.

The paparazzi surrounded you both, their cameras flashing like a storm of lightning, but Jay and you ran through the street, hearts beating in sync and as you both laughed. You both ducked into a nearby alley, the walls closing in around you as you sought refuge from the prying eyes. The moment the door to the quiet restaurant swung shut, the tension between you snapped.

With trembling hands, both of you took a seat in a cozy booth, the warmth of the place wrapping around like a comforting blanket. "Ready for this?" Jay asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.

"More than ready," You replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. You both had rehearsed your story a hundred times, a carefully crafted tale of friendship blossoming into love. It was almost as if both of you had been preparing for this moment since the day you and Jay met.

The hours ticked by, filled with laughter and whispers of your own little world. The food grew cold as you lost yourselves in your conversation, the outside world a distant murmur that didn't dare to intrude. But as the clock neared midnight, reality began to creep back in. The show's finale was airing, and your secret would soon be out of your hands.

Jay checked his phone, the screen lighting up his anxious expression. "We should do it now," he urged. "Before the rumors get out of control."

You took a deep breath, your heart racing. You nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. "Okay."

You both waited until the perfect moment, the climax of the show's final episode where your characters' love story reached its crescendo. As your on-screen counterparts shared a passionate embrace, you two posted a candid photo of yourselves on your social media accounts. The image was simple: two tired but happy faces, her head resting on his shoulder, their eyes filled with a secret that was no longer just for them. The caption read, "Life imitates art. <3 #OurLoveStory #K-DramaCoupleGoals."

The internet exploded. Within minutes of posting the picture, notifications flooded their phones like confetti in a celebration that had been bottled up for too long. The hashtags he and you had used trended immediately, and the reactions were a mix of shock, elation, and fervent support from your devoted fans

You and Jay watched in awe as the news spread across the entertainment world, the real-life romance becoming the talk of the town, overshadowing even the drama's cliffhanger finale.

The day of the Filmfare OTT Awards arrived, and the excitement was palpable. Jay and your show had been nominated in multiple categories, but the real prize was the undeniable chemistry that had brought you to this moment.

You walked the red carpet together, your hands entwined, each step a declaration of you and Jay's love. The flash of cameras and the screams of fans only served to amplify the thrill that was already coursing through your veins.

As you took your seats in the grand auditorium, your eyes never left each other's. The air was charged with anticipation, a heady mix of nerves and excitement. When the show's name was called out for Best Series, the room erupted in applause. Jay turned to you, a proud smile playing on his lips, and you felt your heart swell with joy. Both of you had done it; You two had conquered the industry together.

The after-party was a whirlwind of congratulations and celebrations. The producer, director, and cast mingled with the entertainment world, all eager to congratulate the couple who had brought their show to life. Jay's hand remained firmly in yours as you both navigated through the throngs of people, the warmth of his touch grounding you amidst the chaos.

The series creator, a charismatic woman with a sharp wit, pulled Jay and you, her eyes shimmering with pride. "You two," she said, raising her glass, "are the reason we're here tonight. Your chemistry is what made this show unforgettable." She leaned closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.

"A toast to our new couple and the win of our series!" She shouted.

The glasses clinked, the sound echoing through the buzzing room.

As the party raged on, you and Jay found yourselves in a quiet corner, the music a distant throb in your ears.

Jay leaned in, his eyes dark with desire. "I can't wait to celebrate properly," he murmured.

Jay held you by your hand dragging you into a suite of the hotel where the party was organised. You two slipped away, hand in hand, leaving the festivities behind.

As you entered the bedroom, he kissed you the lips. The kiss was a declaration, a promise of the passion he had been holding back for so long.

Jay pulled you closer, his hands sliding around your waist, and you could feel the heat of his skin through her dress. He had waited for this moment, and now that it was here, it was like the dam had broken.

Your kisses grew more urgent, each one a declaration of love that had been held back for too long. He slipped the dress off your shoulders, revealing the softness of her skin beneath. You unbuttoned his shirt, your fingertips tracing the contours of his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your palm.

The suite was a luxurious retreat from the cacophony of the party. The lights were low, casting shadows that danced on the walls, setting a stage for your private celebration.

Jay's hands were gentle but firm as he guided you to the bed, your eyes never breaking contact. You felt a rush of desire as he kissed your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Your fingers threaded through his hair as he trailed kisses down your collarbone, each one setting your body alight.

He paused, his gaze locking onto yours. "Are you sure about this?" Her response was a fiery kiss that left no room for doubt. "Yes. More than anything," you murmured against his lips.

His touch was electric, setting every inch of you on fire. Your hands explored his body, tracing the lines of muscle that had been honed by years of martial arts training, feeling the power and strength that had made him a star.

Your kisses grew deeper, more demanding, as sought to claim each other fully. He kissed you with a hunger that you had never felt before. His hands roamed over your curves, memorizing every inch of your body, as if he was afraid that if he didn't, you would vanish.

He took his time, exploring your body with a reverence that made you feel worshipped. His fingers danced along your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. You squirmed beneath him, desperate for more, and he chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Patience," he whispered, his voice a promise.

With a final, lingering kiss, he slid down your body, his eyes never leaving yours. He parted your legs gently, his gaze filled with a hunger that made your core clench with anticipation. His tongue darted out, tracing a wet line along your folds, and you gasped.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he feasted on you, his every movement calculated to drive you wild.

Your nails dug into the bedspread as he found your clit, circling it with agonizing precision. He watched your reactions, studying you like a map, learning the landscape of your pleasure. Your breath grew ragged, your hips moving in time with his ministrations.

The pressure built inside you, a crescendo that threatened to shatter you into a million pieces. And when he finally slid a finger inside you, you did just that, coming apart in his arms with a cry that was equal parts relief and ecstasy.

He un-buckled his belt as slid down his pants.He kissed his way back up your body, their eyes locking as he positioned himself above you.

You could feel the tip of him against you, the heat of him making you wetter, your body begging for more. He took a moment, savoring the connection, before he pushed inside you with a groan that seemed to come from his very soul. You were tight, so tight, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Your walls clamped around him as he filled you, the feeling so intense it was almost painful. But it was a good pain, a pain that made him feel alive in a way he never had before. He began to move, his hips rocking into yours in a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing. You met each of his thrusts with a moan, your nails digging into his back as you held on for dear life.

He watched your face as he moved inside you, the way your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth parted in pleasure. He knew he was your first, and the thought made him even more determined to make this moment unforgettable.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a mix of passion and reverence. You responded with soft gasps and whimpers, your body moving in sync with his.

Your rhythm grew faster, more intense, as the room filled with the sound of your muffled cries and the slick wetness of your passion. He felt you tighten around him, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. He knew you were close, and he was determined to take you there. His strokes grew more deliberate, his focus solely on your pleasure.

With a final, desperate moan, you came, your body convulsing around him. He groaned, the feeling of your climax sending him over the edge. He buried himself inside you, his release hot and deep, as he claimed you fully. Both of you clung to each other, breaths mingling in the stillness that followed, your hearts hammering in a frantic symphony of love.

Your bodies remained connected, neither willing to break the intimate bond that had just formed. The room was filled with the scent of your love, a potent mix of sweat and desire. Jay kissed your forehead, his chest heaving with each breath. "I love you," he murmured, the words a solemn vow.

His eyes searched your, the intensity of your union reflected in your depths. "I love you too," you whispered back, your voice a soft caress against his skin. Both of you lay there, basking in the afterglow.

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Ivy's Grasp ‹🌿›

Pairing: Jake x Reader

Synopsis: Climbing high, it weaves its spell, Beauty born where shadows dwell. Toxic touch, yet hearts adore, Ivy's grasp—forevermore.

Genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, toxicity, fluff, angst | wc: 1.1k

𝙈𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: Inspired ff by Ivy - Frank Ocean !! I don’t know if I like how this turned out…. but I tried. It’s also kinda short so if I need to add a bit more plot, I’ll do it !! | 4 my mootie @nenesz

Jake was a constant in your life, a thread woven into every memory you could recall. You met when you were six, two kids chasing fireflies in the backyard. You were crying over a scraped knee, and he’d crouched down beside you, poking at the wound with a stick.  

“Doesn’t even look that bad,” he said matter-of-factly. “But if you want, I can tell people you got it fighting a bear.”  

You laughed, even though it hurt, and from that moment, Jake was your person.  

Childhood was a blur of scraped knees, whispered secrets, and late-night adventures. Jake was the boy who taught you how to climb trees, who dared you to jump into the creek, who held your hand when you got scared during thunderstorms.  

You didn’t know when it started to feel different—when Jake’s hand brushing yours made your heart race, when his smile lingered in your thoughts longer than it should. But by the time you were sixteen, the shift was undeniable.  

The first time Jake told you he loved you, it was after a long summer day spent at the creek. The two of you were lying in the grass, staring up at the stars, your shoulders brushing.  

“I think I love you,” he said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.  

You turned your head to look at him, your heart pounding.  

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.  

“I love you,” he said again, louder this time, his eyes searching for yours. “I don’t know when it happened, but I do.”  

You stared at him, the world spinning.  

"I thought that I was dreamin' when you said you love me."

And then, without thinking, you kissed him.  

For a while, it was perfect. You and Jake were inseparable, just like you’d always been, but now there was something more. He held your hand in public, kissed you in the quiet moments, whispered promises in the dark.  

But nothing perfect ever lasts. It started with small things—arguments that felt insignificant at first. Jake wanted to leave your small town, to go to college in the city and chase his dreams. You weren’t sure what you wanted, but the idea of him leaving terrified you.  

“We’ll figure it out,” he told you one night, his voice steady.  

“How?” you asked, your frustration bubbling over. “You’re going to be miles away, living a whole new life. What’s left for me here, Jake?”  

“You don’t have to stay,” he said, his tone defensive. “You could come with me.”  

“And do what?” you snapped. “Watch you live your dream while I get left behind?”  

“That’s not fair,” he said, his jaw clenching. “I’m not leaving you behind.”  

“It feels like you already have,” you said, your voice breaking.  

The fight didn’t end there. Over the next few weeks, the tension between you grew unbearable. Every conversation turned into an argument, every glance felt heavy with unspoken words.  

The night before he left for college, you stood in his driveway, the silence between you deafening.  

“Say something,” he pleaded, his voice raw.  

“What do you want me to say, Jake?” you asked, tears streaming down your face. “That I’m happy for you? That I’m okay with you leaving?”  

“I want you to say you’ll wait for me,” he said, his voice cracking. “That this isn’t the end.”  

“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t know how to wait for someone who’s already gone.”  

His face crumpled, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he got into his car and drove away, leaving you standing alone in the dark.  

For years, you told yourself you hated him.  

You hated how he left, how he chased his dreams while you stayed behind, how he didn’t fight harder to make it work. But deep down, you hated yourself more—for not going with him, for not believing in the love you shared.  

"Ooh, I could hate you now  

It's quite alright to hate me now  

But we both know that deep down  

The feeling still deep down is good."

You saw Jake again five years later, at a wedding neither of you wanted to attend. You hadn’t spoken since the night he left, but when he saw you across the room, he froze.  

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft, hesitant.  

“Jake.” Your tone was colder than you intended, but you didn’t care.  

He looked at you like he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Finally, he said, “It’s been a long time.”  

“Not long enough,” you replied, brushing past him.  

But later that night, you found yourself outside, sitting by the edge of the creek where you’d spent so many summers together.  

“You always come here when you’re upset,” Jake said, stepping out of the shadows.  

“I’m not upset,” you lied, refusing to look at him.  

“Then why are you here?” he asked, sitting down beside you.  

You didn’t answer.  

For a while, the two of you sat in silence, the only sound the water rushing over the rocks.  

“I broke your heart,” he said finally, his voice heavy with regret.  

“You did,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.  

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he said. “Leaving. Giving us both a chance to figure out who we were without each other.”  

“And did you?” you asked, your voice sharp. “Figure out who you were?”  

“I figured out that I’m not me without you,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I thought leaving would fix things, but it just broke me.”  

You didn’t forgive him that night, but something shifted. Over the next few days, Jake began to show up in your life again—slowly, cautiously, like he was afraid of pushing you too far.  

One night, as you sat together by the creek, he turned to you and said, “I know I broke your heart last week and that i dont deserve another chance, but I’m asking anyway.”  

You looked at him, your heart aching.  

“We’ll never be those kids again,” you said softly.  

“I know,” he said. “But maybe we can be something better.”  

When he kissed you, it wasn’t perfect. It was messy and raw, filled with years of hurt and hope. But it was real, it was comforting, reminding you of the first time you two kissed. “I thought that I was dreamin' when you said you love me. The start of nothin'. I had no chance to prepare, couldn't see you comin'... And we started from nothin'.”

[chocowhimsy-wonderhoyy]

last day for request so let's go!!

chasing stars (i love ff don't mind me) with someone from fantasista squad going out with reader for the halloween night (i leave costumes to your imagination)

WELP UHM I CAN DO IT 🔥🔥 (sorry it was kinda late i got a bit more sick😞but im fine now yippee)

Chasing Stars - Toya Aoyagi x reader

Halloween Night - Trick or Treat!

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You bounced around, clearly excited. It would be your boyfriend's first time going trick-or-treating and it would be with you.

The October air had a chill to it, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant bonfires. You adjusted your fairy costume and turned to look at Toya, who was standing beside you, staring down at his bag like it was some foreign artifact. His prince costume seemed a little heavy on him.

“Toya, are you nervous?” you teased, grinning. You could tell he was a little out of his element, but there was something adorable about seeing him this way—almost bashful in his costume.

“…Maybe a little.” He glanced at the line of houses down the street, each with its own decorations, from cobwebs draping bushes to pumpkins grinning from porches. “I’ve never done this before. It feels… odd.”

“Odd? C’mon, Toya, it’s the easiest thing in the world! All you do is walk up, knock, say ‘Trick or treat!’ and get candy.” You demonstrated with exaggerated gestures, hoping to break through his serious demeanor.

He chuckled softly, brushing a bit of his cape back. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is that simple!” you reassured, nudging him playfully. “Besides, I’m here to show you how it’s done. You’re gonna be a pro by the end of the night.”

You led him toward the first house, showing him how to hold his bag out and flash his most convincing smile (not that he needed convincing, he was already so charming). When the door opened, Toya paused for a moment, glancing over at you as if to ask, Am I doing this right? You gave him a thumbs-up, and he stammered out a soft, “Trick or treat.”

To his surprise, the homeowner grinned and dropped a handful of candy into his bag. Toya looked down, almost bewildered at the small pile of sweets.

“See?” you said, beaming. “Not so hard, right?”

He nodded, a small, contented smile sneaking onto his face. “It’s… actually pretty nice.”

The two of you continued down the street, collecting treats and laughing over the costumes of other trick-or-treaters. Toya was steadily getting the hang of it, even adding his own little twist, bowing politely after each house.

As the night went on, he turned to you, his eyes reflecting the excitement of the evening. “Thank you. This is… more fun than I expected.”

You smiled, your heart warming at how happy he looked. “Anytime, Toya. Who knew Halloween could be this magical, huh?”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you. “Maybe it’s because of the person I’m spending it with.”

Your cheeks warmed, but before you could respond, he held out a piece of candy from his stash—a sweet, simple gesture that felt like the perfect treat to end the night.

-end-

word count : 464

fun fact : Toya is my favourite Fantasquad member 😋

wattpad here

[racfoam]

What are your top 5 favorites ff in the whole Harry Potter Fandom?

Oh boy, anon, this is a much broader answer. I'll try to sort them out. Ranked in no particular way. Most of these are M-rated.

Harrymort (M/M)

Entwined by @purplewitch156

AN: Voldemort tries to find Harry who went missing during the Hogwarts battle, and a beautiful ending paired with a wonderful sequel. I love it with all my heart. Voldemort crossed space to find Harry. Literally. Those snowflakes at the end of Entwined are forever in my mind, like a moving photograph.

Retreat Series by Lomonaaeren

Such wonderful characterization and story, of how they grow closer in their marriage. Voldemort is fantastically written.

Two Words in Green Ink by @riddleandpottersittinginatree

Soulmate AU. Harry has Avada Kedavra on his wrist. Voldemort finds out.

Speechless. Please go read this. It’s beautiful.

Love in the Dark by @shouldertallabyss

This is the Voldemort Wins that I need, starring snake-face Voldy. This is where it's at. Beautifully written slow-burn. It sucks you in and doesn't let go, just like Voldemort doesn't let go of Harry. I want to give Harry a big hug and wrap him in a blanket.

I Can't Carry This Anymore by lemonchase

Voldemort's Soup Delivery Service by @duplicitywrites

In Due Thyme by @rudehellion

Voldemort and Harry are married but Voldemort avoids Harry because he’s bad at feelings. Harry decorates for the holidays hoping to give a message across and there is wonderful symbolism. Such a heart-warming one shot. My heart melted.

Run Boy Run by @youknowmevj

A full 5k words of a hide and seek and chase scene, predator/prey of Harry trying to escape his snakey husband (they're married, your honour, Voldemort put a ring on it!) who enjoys the chase. The strategies Harry uses are so well-done and well thought of. The hiding and running are so well done and so wonderfully described in detail, I was holding my breath the entire time. How Harry hides and how intense it all is, and when Voldemort finds him it gets deliciously steamy. It ends with the married couple going back to bed with Vee holding Harry’s hand. There are even details about the current wizarding world sprinkled in how it is under Voldemort's rule. The best hide and seek Harrymort fic ever written. Wonderful one-shot.

Mirrored by brainstorm1001

This fic is the Harrymort treasure trove. The first chapter starts in the Malfoy Manor Scene and Voldemort manages to make it before Harry escapes. And Harry, the courageous, feral, favourite Gryffindor... punches the Dark Lord in the family jewels. The Heir of Slytherin sure won't be making any more Heirs of Slytherin now. xD If that doesn’t get you reading the fic, I don't know what will. It's a classic.

- recommended by @leafiloaf

Thank you, @leafiloaf for reminding me of it. ❤️

The Cave Incident by brainstorm1001

Another classic in the Harrymort fic treasure trove. Harry & Voldemort get trapped in a cave and have to work together to get out.

Tomarrymort (M/M)

draw me after you (let us run) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

Harry runs. Voldemort chases. They fall in love in-between.

A wonderful trip around the world while a Dark Lord chases Harry and ends up vying for his hand? Beautiful. It has lore, it has great plot, side characters are interesting, it has magic, it has tension, Voldemort is a flirt, Harry is adorable when he blushes and his ears go all red, and my heart skips ten beats when I see an update e-mail on this fic because I am being fed very well.

Haunted and Hunted by @obsidianpen

Canon Divergence from 6th Year. Voldemort finds out Harry is his Horcrux after 5th Year and tells Harry he will come for him. Harry, bless his impulsive brain, leaves the safety of the wards and is captured and put into enchanted sleep. This is a Tomarrymort treasure trove.

Bring tissues for the sequel. You’ll need them.

Heir Apparent by @monsieurclavier

Harry time travels and crashed into Voldemort’s home. He speaks Parseltongue so Voldemort assumes that Harry is his son. After all, only his heir could speak Parseltongue. Harry goes along with it. Daddymort is very touchy with his son and is also a big sugar daddy to him, and a SIMP to boot. Also, Abraxas is lucky to have Morgane as his wife. Morgane Malfoy, ladies and gentlemen, slays in this fic. Absolutely. Slays. Queen. Also, Bellatrix vying for Harry (I think she'll jump him at some point, actually physically jump on the poor lad) and Vee being jealous and possessive is hilarious. A detail I love in the fic are the wizarding clothes, I love their descriptions.

(the world) and its quiet turning by @tommarvoloriddlesdiary

A cease of conflict is reached. Voldemort makes sure Harry is okay. They gravitate toward each other after that. It is such a sweet, lovely, heart-warming series and each fic is just wonderful. I love it very much.

Tomarry (M/M)

Terrible But Great by @isalisewrites

My boooys. Isa's Harry has me in a chokehold, I would do anything for him, I would brush his hair, I would cook for him, I would give him shoulder massages, I would wrap him up in a blanket and I would fight Voldemort for him. Nobody hurts him. They have to go through me. Tom is an oblivious baby Dark Lord and keeps underestimating Harry. I love them, your honour.

like a parasite (kill my butterflies) by @tommarvoloriddlesdiary

Tom finds himself dangling off the ledge. Literally. Harry offers a helping hand.

Female Harry (Tomarry, Harrymort, Tomarrymort)

she walks in beauty by @mayfriend

The Soulmate AU fic with soul marks that has me in a deadlock. My favourite Female Harry and the one that I re-read to this day.

I have three words for you all: Avada Kedavra and LIAR.

“Give me the stone, Harriet, and I will make you a queen. Give me the stone, Harriet. You were meant to be mine.”

I am in shambles. This line will haunt me to my grave. Do you know what it means, that a sentence is so in-character and that I can hear Voldemort say it to Harry, that it will follow me to the grave? Do you know how brilliant that is, that it will stick with me to the grave? I love you, mayfriend. Thank you.

Precious Horcrux by @loneamaryllis (Harrymort)

Me to Precious Horcrux: “I have crossed oceans of AO3 to find you.”

Voldemort Wins AU, Female Harry with snake-face Voldy (finally, finally, finally) hot smut, wonderful plot, everyone is in-character, Voldemort is horny for Harrie and Harrie only.I cried of joy when I found this fic. I'm not kidding. I cried with JOY. I needed this fic since the beginning of the Female Harry cave I fell into. I have been searching for this fic since forever. Thank you, author. Thank you.

for love is always with you by @cordeliawrites (Tomarry)

Another Soulmate & Soul Marks fic. I think most of the fandom knows of this one.

Voldemort finishing the words to Harri left me sobbing at 11pm. I need an AU with them ruling together, screw morals. Voldemort deserved to have his chance, too. Brb, I need to cry. My Tomarry heart was happy, but my Harrymort heart was shattered into pieces, and I'm still trying to find them.

(dishes out my credit card) Do you accept bribery? I will pay. I'm not kidding. I will pay.

Appetence by @elysian-drops (Tomarrymort)

Voldemort finds out Harri is his Horcrux on the graveyard. He wants her back to his side.

I've been following this one since the first chapter! It's amazing!

the one where she is head over heels for him by @latteloves (Tomarry)

🎶A little bit of fluffy Tomarry in my life, a little bit of Harry being absolutely in love with Tom by my side, a little bit of James & Lily alive is all I need, a jealous Tom is all I see, a little bit of Tomarry in the sun, a little bit of blushing Harry all night long, a cute kiss makes me a happy Tomarry shipper. 🎶

When Harry Met Tom by The_Carnivorous_Muffin (Tomarry)

This fic. This fic. This fic! I LOVE IT SO. Harry time travels and meets Tom. They spend a year at Hogwarts together. The fic is on-going.

To Become A Dark Lord by Blood_Stained_Fingers (Harrymort)

Boss ass bitch Harry wants to become the next Dark Lord, and all the schemes she schemes and the friends/allies she makes. A bit of dark Harry, I love it very much. At the end, Voldemort is very interested in helping Harry along. A wonderful, enchanting one shot.

To Be One by wynnebat (Tomarrymort)

Female Voldemort with Canon Harry

Closer the Better by @youknowmevj

Lady Voldemort takes her handsome, human Horcrux Harry Potter into her care after finding out he is her Horcrux. Harrymort shenanigans ensues, including Harry carrying other Horcruxes. What do they all have in common? Wanting to be atop Harry, of course!

I need Voldemort atop Harry. Vish! (rattling the bars of my cage) Vish, when is Voldemort gonna top Harry? I need it, Vish! Pleaaaase!

Voldemort Adopts Harry

Methods of Humanity by local_doom_void

DADA Professor Harry

Invisible Man by RenderedReversed (Harrymort)

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

“You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I never even finished seventh year. Between everything, I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts' newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Princeps by Lomonaaeren

Harry makes a plan. He time-travels to the 1970s and becomes the DADA Professor, keeping an eye on the Slytherins and trying to keep them out of trouble. The trouble being joining Voldemort’s ranks.

There are other ships, but for now this is for the Tomarry/Harrymort/Tomarrymort since they are my OTP. If you want, send me an ask for other ships.

[dreamerkitty]

This has been stewing in the pot for a while because well... I couldn't quite be bothered to type all the descriptions... soooo... just have it without and if there are any questions for a segment, I'll answer it!

I'll put the text here too if anyone has trouble reading it

Sky:

Lord Enma's real identity Phone games Anime complaints Libertynyan and Mimikin Tunnel jumpscare Noko bowtie, Komasan purse Busters Blasters Sailor Cuties - Sailor Moon Robonyan is gay Whismellowman Movie -> season 2 Terminator Alien YG Star Wars Useless Yokai The chase Alternate world Katie Cannibalism Trans Arachnia Komami was a publicity stunt Some Original and Shadowside Yokai are different Western manga FF - Yokai Watch - Shadowside - Y Gakuen

Tip:

Translate YW4 they said... QR codes are bad! Popular Fukurou Gracie Superhero Yokai Amy -> Jinpei Death Note Goku Enmas Noruka Soruka Wib Wob 2 variants Fatphobia Yokai can reproduce Alternate world Enmas Punipuni Yokai humans Anime exclusive Yokai English anniversary tweet Just Dance # saveyokaiwatch Game and anime lore are different Pokemon animal experiment Yokai Bustlin' School Life trailer YG season 3 Trans Lily mistake Shadowside was cut short Attempted suicides Kouen, Gouen, Shien Horn-less Oni Wakuwaku Nyanderful Days Yokai Watch + Inazuma 11 + Professor Layton Lucas is Shien

Shallows:

Robonyan meets Arnold Bustlin' School Life Kumako Venoct's age Rockin' Rachel YW4 cut content Scrapped Yokai What is Mary Uula is dead Mary's dad Hazy Lane & Omori M Yokai Azure Dragon YW! Ranto, Chiaki, Mataro Yokai SS Seiryuu exclusion Whisper isn't a ghost Manga Komasaburo YG season 2 movie Movie 2 dub Shadowside dub Anime cupistol Fiona can see Yokai Muzzle-less Komajiro Shadowside in YW!, Nate in Y Gakuen YG manga reset Non-binary Chiaki Shadowside seasons Hino has an ego Touma is autistic Busters 2 spanish translation Y School Heroes in English

Depths:

Genjuu Fudou Myouou & Ashura SEGA lawsuit YW2 anal Suicide tree Dick nickname Lost media YG has a lot wrong with it... Traced contest submission

SUPER DEPTHS!!!!

AI!!!!! Indy Jaws google images (DO NOT RESEARCH!!!!)

(these last two are jokes...)

[wilsonteav]

~Welcome to Wilsonteav's blog~

About me:

Hi, my name is Dominik, but you can call me Bilbo! I'm neurodivergent transgender bisexual boy. I use he/him pronouns. From Poland (🇵🇱). Gemini. I'm into rock, pop, metal and classical music. Intp. Fan of Peter for 1 year and half (started in April 2023). I was noticed by Peter Jacobson.

My fav:

- Artist/Music Band: Motörhead

- Actor: Peter Jacobson

- Fav Show/movie: I have a lot of fav shows/movies but I really like House MD (show) and The Hour After Westerly (movie)

- Colour: Dark Blue / Black / White / Dark Green / Brown

- Fav Ship(s) from:

• House MD: Taub x Foreman, House x Cuddy, House x Wilson, Chase x Park, Foreman x 13

• Sherlock Holmes Universe: Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

• Hannibal NBC (tv): Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham, Brian Zeller x Jimmy Price

Some of my fandoms:

› Fallout 4

› House MD

› Star Wars (only trilogy movies)

› Sherlock Holmes universe (BBC/Movies with RDJ/Books)

› Supernatural

› Hannibal NBC (I'm starting to read books)

› Fandom of Peter Jacobson

› Lord of The Rings (Lotr)/The Hobbit

› Good Omens

› Marvel

› The X-Files

My Hobbies/Interests:

~ drawing - i'm more like traditional artist than digital, but i can draw in both ways

~ singing - I started singing in 2020 during covid as hobby, now i have 2 public performances on my account (mainly during school events)

~ writing - i'm not professional writer, i'm mainly writing fanfics. Although many of people i know say that I write in a very adult and brutal way, because I am interested in the atmosphere of murder and dark mystery.

~ reading books/comics - I mostly read crime/mystery novels (for example Sherlock books), but also comics (like Punisher comics)

~ playing guitar - I only recently started learning, but I want to play electric guitar in the future.

~ photography - I have been doing photography since March 2023, I am a nature photographer rather than a photographer doing photo sessions. I use Pentax K-R.

~ video/photo editing - I usually edit and post something related to Peter or my favorite characters on tiktok. I use Capcut (video edits) and PicsArt (photo edits)

~ building lego - my hobby since childhood, so relaxing

~ listening to music - I'm mostly listening to rock, metal, classical and pop music, but sometimes I also listen to other genres.

~ Gacha life - I am also a gacha editor since 2019, i'm mainly making content with my characters/ocs. Now i'm using Gacha life and Gacha life 2.

~ roleplaying - I'm mostly roleplaying on discord. I'm usually interested in House MD rp, but it also depends on what topic/ship.

~ video gaming - My fav games: Rayman Origins, Rayman Legends, Castle Crashers, Hades, Crash Bandicoot N. Sane Trilogy, Lego Games, Cuphead, Sims 4, Minecraft, Five Nights at Freddy's (1, 3, 4, Sister Location, UCN, FF Pizzeria Simulator), Fallout 4, Pony Town, Cookie Run Kingdom, Angry Birds Epic, Fallout Shelter, Hogwarts Mystery, Roblox

Kins/Fav characters:

» Chris Taub (House MD)

» Mycroft Holmes (Sherlock BBC)

» Elliot Springer (Hit and Runway 1999)

» Matt Murdock (Daredevil series)

» Crowley (Good Omens)

» Nick Valentine (Fallout 4)

» Han Solo (Star Wars)

» Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones movies)

» Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit)

» Gandalf the Gray (The Hobbit/Lotr)

» Filius Flitwick (Harry Potter movies)

» Gimli (Lord of the Rings)

My accounts:

Tiktok:

- wilsonteav - video editing

- hxpefield - gacha content

Discord: wilsonteav

Twitter/X: wilsonteav

Ao3: wilsontea

Instagram: peterssaturn

Movies/Shows with Peter Jacobson I watched:

• Dr House (2004-2012)

• Paterno (2018)

• Hit & Runway (1999)

• Ahsoka (2023)

• As good as It gets (1997)

• Civil Action (1998)

• Hour After Westerly (2019)

• Cars 2 (2011)

• Strip search (2004)

• Fly Me to The Moon (2024)

• The Lost Room (2006)

• The Goldfinch (2019)

• Girls on the Bus (2024)

• Fear The Walking Dead (2015-2023)

If you want to know something more about me, feel free to ask in Askbox !! :D

[fragmentofanotherworld]

Evil’s Theater Productions: OSS

 - Barisols Child is an Only Child CONCEPT - For the stage we’re gonna have to halves, one side for Behemo, one side for Levia. When we get to the lyric “ There was another world in the mirror that his eyes had been able to see “ we should have some sort of wall-thing that represents a mirror so then whoever plays Levia can do her thing and extend her hand towards Behemo. - Project MA - Eve enters through Left Center stage (PLS DO UR OWN RESEARCH ON STAGE DIRECTIONS. I’VE LEARNED THIS THROUGH DRAMA CLASSES) and stops singing her part when she walks to Right Center Stage. We get to the part that says “ The name of the man I love is Adam” he could appear and does what the lyrics say (specifically He gave me a kiss and told me “After this you will become the mother of gods, ‘Mem Aleph’”.) and also give her the brainwashing,.. poison thing....  At the part “  When everything’s over with, let’s have a marriage ceremony. In our favorite Helds forest. “ There could be a screen that shows an image of Held’s forest... I just think that’ll be cool. For Adam’s part, this time he’ll enter Right Center Stage and walk towards Left Center Stage. When we get to the part “I have regretful news. The project was a failure.” (uhmm... i didnt read oss so correct me if anything is wrong or should be fixed here) I guess we could see Eve and Adam’s reaction to the miscarriage???!??! Then Eve leaves the stage once again and we get to the part “The senate and Seth took my mother from me” we could see something happen to Adam’s mom and Adam plotting to punish them. When we get to the part “  My beloved Eve, I’ve broken you, I’m sorry “ I WANT EVERYTHING TO GO ALL DARK. EVERYTHING DARK, YOU CANNOT SEE ADAM ANYWHERE AND A SCREEN COULD SHOW THE LYRICS. Then without us noticing, Eve enters the stage (Left Stage Center) and the spotlight focuses on Adam and Eve when we get to the lyric “I truly came to love, completely.” The stage lights up again and we see a marriage ceremony in Held’s Forest at the “  Come, let’s get married in that forest “ and they have their marriage stuff...ew kiss kiss and all that. WE COULD GET A SCREEN THAT SHOWS A BROKEN STAR AND A MOON AND STAR VANISHING FOR THE LYRIC “  The night the star was broken, the moon and star vanished from the south sky “ and then they flee the stage and a labratory i think !??! and we see seth talking his crap and all the the end. - Moonlit Bear - We see the forest again, and we see Eve picking up some apples. The apples are of course - not real apples because they’re translucent and show Hansel and Gretel inside the apples (like fish eggs). We get to the part “  A scary bear comes out “ and Meta enters from Right Center Stage and she’s gonna go to Eve like “yo?? wtf bitch those r my kids” (obviously she wont say that you get the point) We get a Meta and Eve chase scene, I think it would be fun that we get Eve to get the audience to help her (and depending if there is enough space in the audience we could get her to plead the audience to help her). We see the Moonlit Residence and Eve enters the house. (also we see meta’s corspe she’ll just chill out there for now) and Adam’s saying shit like “FFS EVE YOU DELUSINAL ASS BITCH. OUR CHILDREN?? DEAD.” (once again obviously he won’t say that but we know the story) and eventually they go outside and see Meta’s corspe. ((do blogs never require maximum of words??? i’ve typed so much already)) -  A Tale of Abandonment on a Moonlit Night -  We see the Moonlit family, Hansel and Gretel aren’t babies anymore. Eve and Adam lead their children through the path and of course there are questioning them “Mother, what kind of fortune does this path lead to? Over there, will we be able to eat lots of our favorite snacks?” “Father, beyond this point is God waiting for us? Why do you look at us with such sad faces?” Adam and Eve exit the the stage and now the twins are abandoned. What happens is self-explantory but when Hansel finds the bottle we should get the spotlight to play as the moonlight ( “ A small glass bottle is lit up by the moon”). We need a box thing that’s an oven. I WOULD ENJOY TO SEE HANSEL AND GRETEL SHOVE EVE IN THE OVEN AND KILL ADAM. AND THERES FIRE EVERYWHERE OMG I’D LOVE IT (as a gretel sympath) Hansel and Gretel exit the stage and as they say “Come, let’s go meet our real mother and father.” Closes the book of OSS. Okay that was a long one.. I’ll continue Original Sin Story tonight maybe. Remember that some things are illogical and that is okay, we’re just having fun here. Share your ideas too. :3

[novaursa]

The Last Dance

- Summary: The Dance of the Dragons is over. You and Aegon finally find peace.

- Paring: twin!sister reader/Aegon II Targaryen

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is twin sister and wife to Aegon II, and is bonded with dragon called Starfyre. These events happen right after The Searing Flame. To read all of the chapters in chronological order, or more of my works, visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Word count: 5 119

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

- A/N: This is the chapter that finalizes this series. That being said, there will be more twin!reader/Aegon II stories to fill the gaps.

The air is filled with the scent of salt and smoke as you stand on the balcony of Dragonstone, the sea churning below in restless waves. The horizon is cast in hues of deep purple and amber as dusk sets in, but your attention is wholly on the sky, where two golden streaks dart through the twilight. You feel Aegon’s presence beside you, a warmth against the cool stone at your back. His scarred arm is under your hand, his skin rough and uneven beneath your touch, a harsh reminder of Rook’s Rest and the countless betrayals that led you here.

Yet there’s still strength in him, a burning defiance that never faded even after all the wounds. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way he seems to hold his breath as he watches Sunfyre and Starfyre circle above. It’s not just the raw power of your dragons that grips him—no, this is something more primal. It's the joy of seeing them together again, as they were always meant to be: siblings, mates, war-dragons forged in the heat of fire and vengeance.

“There,” Aegon murmurs, his voice low, strained. He points to a shadow in the clouds—Grey Ghost. The wild dragon had stayed hidden for so long, slipping through the cracks of Dragonstone’s defenses, but not tonight. Sunfyre and Starfyre had scented him out, and now there would be no escape.

You tighten your grip on Aegon’s arm, feeling the thrill of it, a dark satisfaction blooming in your chest. The shadow resolves into a shape—a dirty, scarred creature with wings tattered from battles long lost. Grey Ghost is no match for your dragons, but he’s quick, darting between clouds, trying to outmaneuver the gleaming pair that pursue him.

Starfyre leads the chase, her silvery form a flash of brilliance in the twilight, her scales glimmering like starlight against the darkening sky. The alabaster undershine of her wings catches the last of the sun’s rays as she twists and turns, a deadly dance that lures Grey Ghost into false confidence. Her movements are elegant, fluid—every beat of her wings purposeful, calculated. The Star Dame, as you’ve come to call her in the intimacy of your thoughts, is a creature born of night and light, her presence both ethereal and deadly.

Sunfyre is close behind her, a shimmering blaze of gold that seems almost unnatural in its brilliance. The awkward bend in his healed wing does nothing to diminish his ferocity—if anything, it makes him all the more terrifying, a creature that defies the laws of nature, a king among dragons that should have been crippled but refused to be. His roar echoes across the sky, a sound of pure fury that reverberates through your chest, making your heart race.

“They hunt as one,” you whisper, awe lacing your words. You lift your head from Aegon’s shoulder to look up at him, catching the gleam of pride in his eyes. “It’s beautiful.”

Aegon’s mouth curves into a small, crooked smile, a hint of the man he was before the war marred him. “Beautiful, yes. But more than that—vengeance.” He says the last word with a bitterness that lingers in the air. Sunfyre and Starfyre had been denied their chance to fight side by side for too long, much like the two of you. But now, the skies belong to them again, as they should.

You don’t respond, letting the sight before you speak for itself. Starfyre suddenly plummets, diving at a steep angle that seems reckless until Grey Ghost veers, startled by her speed. It’s then that Sunfyre strikes, a burst of flame searing the air as he barrels into Grey Ghost from above, jaws snapping at the smaller dragon’s neck. Grey Ghost shrieks, a sound full of desperation as he tries to shake free, but Sunfyre holds on, his talons digging deep into flesh.

Starfyre swoops in, her silvery wings flaring as she joins the fray, her jaws clamping down on one of Grey Ghost’s wings. You watch as she tears through it with merciless precision, ripping membrane and bone with a single twist of her head. Blood sprays across the sky, dark and ominous, and Grey Ghost’s struggles grow frantic, but they’re futile. Starfyre and Sunfyre tear into him together, a dance of coordinated destruction that speaks of deep, intrinsic connection.

“Together, they’re unstoppable,” you breathe, unable to tear your gaze away. You feel Aegon’s fingers intertwine with yours, his grip tight and possessive. He’s watching them too, but you know he’s seeing more than just dragons tearing apart a weaker foe—he’s seeing the future, the strength you still hold, the power you’ll wield together to take back what was stolen from you.

When Grey Ghost finally falls, his body torn and mangled, he drops like a stone into the sea below. You both watch in silence as the waves claim him, dragging him under until he’s nothing more than a memory.

Starfyre and Sunfyre wheel in the air, circling each other before flying back towards the keep. The bond between them is palpable, a mirror of your own with Aegon. Sunfyre’s awkward wingbeat matches Aegon’s own struggles, while Starfyre’s radiant strength reflects the resilience you’ve both clung to, even in the face of loss. The dragons’ victory is your victory, and as they draw closer, you feel a sense of unity, of destiny.

Aegon turns to you then, his scarred face shadowed but his eyes burning with resolve. “We will reclaim what is ours, Y/N,” he says, his voice a quiet promise. “With our dragons, with our strength—we will not be broken.”

You meet his gaze, and there’s a fierce pride in your chest as you nod. “We are not broken, Aegon,” you reply softly, but with steel in your tone. “We are fire and blood.”

As the night closes in, the sky dark and filled with stars, you stand together in silence, hand in hand. Sunfyre and Starfyre land on the courtyard below, their golden and silver scales gleaming even in the dim light. They are kings and queens among dragons, just as you and Aegon are meant to be.

And as long as they soar, so will you.

The dread in the throne room is thick enough to choke on as you stand beside Aegon, your hand resting lightly on Daena’s shoulder while Baelon clutches the edge of your gown. The echo of footsteps and clinking chains resound through the stone chamber as Alfred Broome and his men drag the remnants of Rhaenyra’s forces into the hall. They are bruised, bloodied, and defeated—a pale reflection of the power Rhaenyra once held. Among them, her young son Aegon clings to her, his eyes wide with fear as he takes in the fearsome sight of the dragons looming in the distance outside, their golden and silver forms visible through the open arches.

Sunfyre and Starfyre wait like harbingers of death, gleaming in the twilight.

You feel Aegon’s arm tense beside you, a flicker of pain passing through him from his old wounds. But there’s more than just physical pain here—there’s a deep, simmering rage that’s been brewing since the moment Blood and Cheese ripped your family apart. You and Aegon have been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it in your darkest hours. And now, it’s finally here.

Rhaenyra is forced to her knees before you, her once-proud visage a mask of defiance even in chains. She looks older than you remember, her face gaunt and hollow, but her eyes still blaze with the stubborn arrogance that led her here. Her remaining Queensguard lie dead, slain by your forces as they tried to resist one last time. There is no one left to protect her.

You meet her gaze with cold satisfaction, leaning forward slightly as you speak, your voice sharp as a blade. “We have long awaited this moment, Rhaenyra. Ever since you sent those assassins to kill our sons—two innocent boys, slaughtered because of your ambition.”

Rhaenyra’s lips tremble, but she doesn’t back down. “My sons died as well, Y/N,” she retorts, her voice shaking with fury. “Jace, Luke, Viserys… you cannot know that pain.”

“You dare to compare?” Aegon’s voice cuts through the air like the crack of a whip, silencing her. He steps forward, the limp from his injury barely noticeable as his anger gives him strength. “This war began because you could never let go of our father’s lies. He promised you the throne, and you clung to that entitlement like a drowning woman clutches driftwood.”

Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Aegon doesn’t let her. “You speak of your lost sons as if their deaths were a justification for your madness, but it was your own hubris that led them to the grave. If you had shown even a hint of reason, none of this would have happened. Y/N and I never wanted the crown. We only wanted to love each other and grow old with our children. But the crown was pushed onto us—pushed by your ambition and vanity.”

Your heart twists as you think of the peaceful life you and Aegon could have had, far from the bloodshed, if only Rhaenyra had accepted the reality of your father’s death that relinquished her claims. But that was never an option for her, was it? Pride, ambition, and greed had consumed her until there was nothing left but this hollow shell of a queen.

Rhaenyra’s defiance cracks then, her eyes filling with desperation. “Please, Aegon—Y/N—my son—”

But Aegon’s gaze hardens. “It’s too late for pleas, Rhaenyra. Your choices have brought us to this point, and now they will swallow us all. Even your precious children.”

You see the flicker of fear in her eyes, the realization that there will be no mercy here. This is no place for mercy. This is retribution.

With a nod from Aegon, the great doors are opened, and Sunfyre’s golden form stalks into the throne room, his scales gleaming like molten gold in the torchlight. His eyes are locked on Rhaenyra, filled with a burning hunger that reflects the rage in Aegon’s heart. Starfyre follows him, her silvery wings brushing the stone walls as she moves with lethal grace, her pale blue undershine glowing like moonlight on water.

Rhaenyra tries to scramble back, pulling her son behind her, but she is chained, her movements futile. “No… please… not like this…”

The lords and ladies captured alongside her begin to cry out in terror as they realize what’s about to happen, but their voices are drowned out by the low, rumbling growl from Sunfyre. Aegon takes a step forward, his voice cold and resolute as he gives the command that seals his half-sister’s fate. “Dracarys.”

Sunfyre’s roar is deafening as flames erupt from his maw, engulfing Rhaenyra in a searing blaze. Her screams are short-lived, drowned in a cacophony of dragonfire and crackling flesh. Starfyre joins in, her breath cold and silver, mixing with Sunfyre’s golden flames in a mesmerizing yet horrifying display of raw power.

The smell of burning flesh and melting metal fills the air as the dragons tear into what remains of Rhaenyra, their jaws snapping and rending flesh. The lords and ladies bound beside her wail in despair, some of them collapsing to the floor as they are forced to watch the gruesome feast. Elinda Massey’s shrieks are especially piercing as she claws at her own eyes, unable to bear the sight.

But it isn’t over. Not yet.

Young Aegon, Rhaenyra’s last remaining son, stands paralyzed with terror, his small body trembling as he stares up at the dragons. You feel a pang of pity—he’s just a child, after all—but that pity is fleeting. This is the price of war, of ambition that knows no bounds. There can be no loose ends, no heirs to continue the cycle of bloodshed.

You turn your gaze away as Aegon gestures for the guards to push the boy toward the dragons. Sunfyre sniffs him, his nostrils flaring, but it’s Starfyre who moves first. She lowers her great head, her eyes glinting as she opens her jaws wide and snaps them shut around the child in one swift motion. There is no scream this time—just silence as she swallows him whole.

A hush falls over the throne room, broken only by the crackling of fire and the quiet sobbing of those left alive. Aegon turns to you, his expression unreadable, but you see the weariness in his eyes, the weight of everything that’s passed. “It’s done,” he says softly, and you feel the words settle like stones in your chest.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice distant, “it’s done.”

The war may not be over, but this chapter has ended in blood and flame. You can only hope that, when the ashes settle, there will be something left to rebuild. Something more than this endless cycle of death.

But for now, all you can do is hold your children close and hope that the fire will fade, that peace will come in its wake—even if that peace is a fragile dream, trembling on the edge of a knife.

The sun is low in the sky as your carriage finally creaks to a halt outside the Red Keep. The city is cloaked in uneasy silence—no cheers greet your return, no banners wave in celebration. King’s Landing feels hollow, as if the ghosts of those lost in the war still linger in its streets. You step out first, the weight of the crown heavy on your brow. Aegon follows, his limp more pronounced after the long journey, yet he holds his head high, his expression a mask of stoic resolve. Your children, Daena and Baelon, cling close to you, their wide eyes taking in the somber scene as they disembark from the carriage.

Ahead of you, standing at the base of the steps leading up to the Red Keep, is your mother, Queen Alicent, her face drawn with lines of sorrow and weariness. Beside her is Helaena, her once-luminous eyes now dulled by grief and loss. They are the last remnants of your family, the survivors of a war that has cost you all more than you could have imagined.

Alicent's breath hitches when she sees you, her eyes scanning you and Aegon as if needing to assure herself that you are truly there, alive and whole. Tears glisten in her eyes, and she covers her mouth with trembling fingers as her composure shatters. “My children,” she whispers, and it is as though the weight of years collapses in those words—years of fear, of war, of loss. She hurries forward, her regal bearing breaking into a desperate, motherly rush as she throws her arms around you both, clutching you as if afraid you might vanish like so many others.

“Oh, my children,” she sobs, her voice cracking with emotion. “You’ve returned to me.”

Aegon wraps his arm around her, his scarred hand shaking as he holds his mother close. “We have, Mother,” he says softly, though there’s a hollowness to his tone. The joy that might have been there is tainted by the ghosts of those who aren’t here to share this moment. “But we return to ashes.”

Alicent pulls back slightly, looking at the both of you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I prayed for this day—prayed every night that you would survive, that you would come back to us.” Her eyes flit to the children—her grandchildren—and fresh tears spill over. “But at what cost? Daeron, Aemond—” Her voice breaks entirely, and she covers her face, unable to continue.

Aegon’s jaw tightens. You see the storm of guilt and grief flash across his features as he looks away, unable to meet her gaze. You reach out and grasp Alicent’s hand, squeezing it tightly as you fight to hold back your own tears. “We all bear the weight of those losses,” you say quietly. “But we are here now, and we are together. We must hold on to that, for their sake.” You glance down at Daena and Baelon, who watch their grandmother with wide eyes, not fully understanding the depth of the grief surrounding them.

Helaena, who has been standing silently, finally steps forward. Her movements are slow, almost ghostly, as if she is a shadow of the woman she once was. Her gaze lingers on Aegon for a long moment, searching his eyes, before drifting to you. “The dreams never lie,” she murmurs, her voice distant and laced with sorrow. “They all fade, in fire and blood.” Her words are eerie, a chilling echo of all that has transpired, but they carry a truth that cuts deep. Helaena’s prophecies have always carried an edge of tragedy, and now, you see the weight of them fully realized in her vacant stare.

Aegon steps toward her, gently taking her hands in his. “We’re still here, Helaena,” he says softly, though there is a break in his voice. “You, Y/N, me, Mother—we’re still here. We will rebuild, for their memory.”

She nods slowly, but you see no hope in her eyes, only resignation. “They dance no more,” she whispers, looking past you as if seeing something far beyond the physical realm.

Alicent wipes at her tears, her hands shaking as she does so. “Come inside, all of you,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “You need rest, and there’s much to discuss. But first, let us be together as a family.”

You nod, though the word “family” feels strange on your tongue now. So much of it has been torn away—brothers, sisters, sons. Yet, you follow Alicent and Helaena up the steps, Aegon at your side, your children between you. Inside the Red Keep, the warmth of the hearth contrasts sharply with the chill that clings to your soul. The familiar halls seem both comforting and haunted, each shadow hiding memories of the past.

Alicent leads you to the council chamber, where a small, intimate table has been set, not for matters of state, but for a quiet meal. Servants flit about with anxious glances, aware of the tragedy that hangs in the air like a storm cloud. You all sit, and for a long moment, no one speaks. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crackle of the fire.

Aegon is the one who finally breaks it, lifting his cup. “To those we’ve lost,” he says, his voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “And to those who still remain.”

You lift your own cup, feeling the burn of unshed tears behind your eyes. “To those who remain,” you echo, and the words are a fragile hope, a thread of unity in a world torn apart by fire and blood.

As you drink, you feel a sense of finality settling over the room. The war is over. The Dance has ended. But you know, deep down, that the scars it has left—on your family, on your kingdom, on your very soul—will never truly heal.

The chamber is dimly lit by the soft glow of a few scattered candles, their flickering light casting something akin to ghots long forgotten on the walls. The room is familiar, yet it feels almost foreign after all the horrors you’ve endured—so much time lost to war and death, to bitterness and grief. But now, for the first time in what feels like ages, you’re alone with Aegon, away from the eyes of lords and courtiers, away from the weight of the crown and the ghosts of the past.

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you both within the warmth of the chamber. Aegon pauses by the threshold, his hand still resting on the handle as he takes a deep breath, as if he’s trying to steady himself, to remember that he’s home. You watch him in the flickering candlelight, the lines of his face etched deeper from the burdens he’s carried, but he’s still the man you fell in love with, still the boy who smiled at you with mischief in his eyes.

He looks at you then, and the tension that’s been holding him rigid melts away. His gaze softens, filled with a longing that nearly breaks you. Without a word, he crosses the room and pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your hair as if he needs to feel you, to know you’re truly there. You wrap your arms around him, holding him tight, and for a moment, neither of you speak—there are no words for the relief, the overwhelming need to be close after so much time apart.

“I’ve missed this,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice rough and choked with emotion. “I’ve missed you. So much.”

You tilt your head back, meeting his gaze. His eyes are shadowed with pain and fatigue, but there’s a warmth there too, a flicker of the love that has always burned between you. “I never let myself forget,” you whisper, reaching up to trace the scar on his cheek, a mark from Rook’s Rest that he wears like a badge of survival. “Even in the darkest moments, I held onto us. I held onto you.”

Aegon’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that slips free. “I don’t know how we did it,” he admits, his voice cracking. “But we’re here. We’ve made it through everything they threw at us, every nightmare. You were the light that kept me going, Y/N. You always have been.”

His words are like a balm to the ache in your heart, the wounds left by loss and betrayal. You lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his palm against your skin, the familiarity of it. “We’ve lost so much,” you say softly, your voice trembling as memories of those you loved flash through your mind. “But we still have each other. As long as we have that, we can rebuild.”

Aegon’s lips quirk into a faint smile, though it’s tinged with sorrow. “You’re right. We still have each other. And I swear to you, Y/N, I’ll never let you go again. Never. We’ve been torn apart too many times, but that ends now. No more battles, no more wars. Just us.”

He bends down then, his forehead resting against yours as his hands cradle your face. “Promise me, Y/N,” he whispers, his breath warm against your lips. “Promise me we won’t let anything—or anyone—come between us ever again.”

You close the distance between you, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s tender but laced with a desperation that speaks of all the pain, the longing, the fear of losing one another. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss, pouring everything he feels into it—his love, his regret, his need.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. “I promise,” you whisper against his lips. “No matter what comes, we face it as one. I won’t let you go either, Aegon. Not ever.”

The shadows in his eyes soften, replaced by a rare glimmer of peace as he rests his forehead against yours again. “Together, then. Always.”

The warmth between you grows as he slowly guides you toward the bed, the softness of the mattress beneath you a welcome comfort after all the cold, hard battles you’ve faced. He lays beside you, pulling you into his arms so that your bodies are entwined, your head resting against his chest as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers trail lazily through your hair, a touch that’s both soothing and intimate, grounding you in this moment.

You turn slightly in his embrace, pressing a kiss to the scarred skin of his chest, a reminder of how close you came to losing him. “You’re mine,” you murmur softly, your voice thick with emotion. “And I’m yours. No one will ever tear us apart again.”

His grip tightens around you, as if the very thought of losing you is unbearable. “I’ll spend the rest of my days proving that, Y/N,” he vows, his voice low and filled with a fierce protectiveness. “I’ll give you the peace we’ve been denied. We’ll raise our children, grow old together, just as we always dreamed.”

In the quiet of your shared chambers, there’s no need for crowns or titles, no need for anything but each other. The world outside is a distant memory as you close your eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the warmth of his embrace wrapping around you like a protective shield. You let yourself drift in that moment, in the certainty that, no matter what comes, you and Aegon are what remains.

For now, there’s only peace, the kind you’ve fought so hard to find. And in the comfort of each other’s arms, you know that no matter how many battles you’ve fought, the war for your love is one you’ve already won.

From this moment, the histories diverge depending on which account one prefers to trust: the sober record of Grand Maester Orwyle, the poetic tales of Septon Eustace, or the salacious rumors spread by the fool Mushroom. Yet all agree on the most important details: the years following the Dance of the Dragons were marked not by further bloodshed, but by an unexpected peace.

The Golden Restoration

The reign of King Aegon II and Queen Y/N saw a return to stability in the realm, albeit built on a foundation of ash and charred bones. The devastation left by the war was undeniable, yet it was under their rule that the rebuilding of King's Landing began. With Dowager Queen Alicent and Princess Helaena ever at their sides, the royal family focused on mending what was broken, both in the capital and within their own hearts.

Many lords whispered that it was Y/N, the Silver Queen, who held the true power in those years. Aegon, scarred both inside and out by the horrors of the Dance, found solace and strength in his wife, who had proven herself his equal in fire and resolve. Together, they were inseparable. It was said that not a single important decision was made without their mutual consent, and that in private moments, they ruled as one, much like Sunfyre and Starfyre—mates in both life and flame.

Their children, Princess Daena and Prince Baelon, grew strong and healthy under the care of their parents and grandmother, Alicent. The two were doted upon, not merely as heirs but as symbols of the future—unbroken despite the tragedy that had marked their early years. As time passed, the bond between Daena and Baelon deepened, mirroring that of their parents. It was said that they were closer than most siblings, so close that when they were of age, they wed in the tradition of House Targaryen, cementing their bloodline and continuing the ancient customs of their house.

The Brood of Sunfyre and Starfyre

In the year 137 AC, three eggs were laid in the royal dragonpit—eggs said to be the offspring of Sunfyre and Starfyre, the twin flames that had seared Rhaenyra Targaryen from the earth. Two of these eggs hatched, producing dragons of extraordinary beauty: one with scales of pale gold streaked with silver, and the other shimmering with blue-tinged starlight. These dragons were gifted to Daena and Baelon on their wedding day, marking the start of a new generation of dragonlords, free from the taint of the Dance.

Yet even in this time of renewal, darkness lingered in the shadows. Helaena never recovered fully from the loss of her own children and her brother-husband, Aemond. She remained a distant figure, often lost in her dreams and visions. Some say she foresaw her own death, whispering of “faded light�� and “withered roses” in her last days. When she passed away in her sleep in 139 AC, it was whispered by Mushroom that she had seen a final vision: a land where the dragons had turned to dust, and no kings ruled but the winds.

Dowager Queen Alicent outlived her daughter by a scant two years. Her grief had aged her beyond her years, and she spent her final days in prayer, seeking forgiveness for the bloodshed her ambitions had caused. In her final hours, she clutched the hands of Aegon and Y/N, begging them to remember the lesson learned in blood: that the pursuit of power, when unchecked, only breeds ruin. It was said that Y/N, ever compassionate, was the one who comforted Alicent in her last breath, whispering that peace had been found at last.

The Passing of the Dragon-King and Queen

The final years of Aegon and Y/N’s reign were marked by a quiet contentment. They ruled justly, often seen together in council or riding their dragons above the skies of King's Landing. The scars of war never fully faded, but together they created a realm that prospered. Yet even the most enduring fires must one day burn out.

In the year 151 AC, King Aegon II and Queen Y/N were found dead in their shared chambers, lying in each other's arms as if asleep. Some claim they had simply grown weary, their bodies giving out after years of bearing the weight of the crown. Others, more fanciful in their tales, whisper that they passed together in a moment of shared peace, their hearts giving out at the exact same instant. Mushroom claims that a vial of poison was found beside their bed, suggesting they chose to leave the world together, unwilling to face a life without the other.

When their bodies were discovered, Sunfyre and Starfyre howled in mourning, their roars shaking the very walls of the Red Keep. The dragons, who had never been separated, circled the skies together before landing side by side in the dragonpit, refusing to be parted. In a rare display of affection between beasts, they nuzzled one another and remained in that position until the end of their days.

The bodies of Aegon and Y/N were burned together on a single pyre, their ashes mingling in a final union. Their reign was remembered as the “Golden Twilight,” a time when, for a brief, shining moment, the Targaryens had found peace. But even in this, the seeds of future strife were sown—two children, two dragons, and the legacy of fire and blood that would never truly be quenched.

Thus ended the tale of King Aegon II and Queen Y/N, the last Targaryens to die in each other's arms, bound in life and in death by the fires they had endured and the love they refused to surrender.

[roadtogracelandx45]

To Update/ Coming soon- June 14th- August 31st

** means smut

Admiral's Daughter- part 1, 2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick ff, Chasing Angels series. 2 Hangman/ Bianca/ Rooster, 3 Dagger Squad, 1. Bianca, Hangman, Coyote, and Phoniex.

Baby I Do,- Part 2* ,3*, 4,5- Elvis- Burnin' Love series- Elvis/ Sylvie

Little White Church- One Shot- Elvis- Stand alone- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Away- Parts *2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy*- One shot- Yellowstone- Angel of Mercy Series- Lee Dutton/ Spencer Abbott

Just Dance- Part 1, 2*,3*,4* - Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn't It Be Nice- One shot- Supernatural- Darkest Before the Dawn Series- Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant- one shot* Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Sam/ Dean- Wincest

To Be Kept- One Shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Ellie/Dean/Sam

Need You To Know- One shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept- Ellie/Dean

Be My Baby Tonight- Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*- Avengers, Only Fools Rush Series- Steve/ Lennon, Bucky/ Lennon

Saturday's Alright For Fighting- One Shot- Fast Saga- Life in The Fastlane Saga- Vince/Sophie

On The Outside- Parts 3, 4,5,6 The Outsiders- On The Outside- implied Soda/Mattie

Game Changers- Part 2, 3,4,5.6- The Mighty Ducks- Game Changers series- Adam Banks/ Ava Bombay

I Kissed A Girl- One Shot*- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane Saga- Letty/ Sophie

California Girls- One Shot*- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels- Phoniex/ Bianca

Courage Under Fire- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire Series- Bill/Olivia, Olivia/ Joseph Liebgott, Bill/ May Jenkins Parts 1, 2, 3*,4,5

Burnin' Love- Elvis- Burnin' Love Series- Elvis/Sylvie- Parts 5,6,7,8,9,10

Chasing Angels- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels Series- Rooster/ Bianca, IceMav, Hangman/ Bianca, Hangman/ Phoniex, Phoneix/ Bianca. Parts 2, 3*, 4*,5,6,7

Should Be Me- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire series- what if- part 2- Bill/ Olivia

Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Charming Town Series- Jax/Ryder- Parts 7,8, 9*,10*,11*,12

I Don't Dance But For You- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels one shot- Rooster Bianca-

Only Fools Rush In- Captain America- Only Fools Rush in Series- Parts 2,3,4,5*,6*,7*,8,9,10- Bucky/Hannah. Steve/Peggy

Under False Pretenses- Band of Brothers Mafia AU- Under False Pretense series- Liebgott/ Olivia, Dick/Olivia/Nixon part 2*,3*,4*,5*,6,7,8*,9*,10*

Are You Going My Way- Band of Brothers College AU- Are You Going My Way Series- Lewis/ Olivia, Buck/Olivia, Liebgott/Oliva, Bill/Olivia etc Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*,5,6*

Please, I Need You- Chicago PD- Thin Blue Line series- Jay Libby one shot

Got You- Chicago PD x Blue Blood crossover- Jayx Libby- parts 4*, 5*, 6, 7

Don't Stop Believing- Chicago Fire x Blue Crossover- Kelly Severide. Libby Reagan- Parts 2,3,4,5,6

Through The Heart- S.W.A.T- Luca x Josie Kay- parts 4,5,6,7,8

Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Star Crossed Lovers series- Rosalie/Emmett/ Lily parts 1,2,3,4,5

Hearts Made of Glass- Twilight All Human- Lily/Edward- Parts 2,3,4,5

Life In The Fastlane- Fast Saga- Vince/Sophie, Dom/Sophie, Letty/Sophie, Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian- Parts 7*,8*,9,10,11

Girl from Barstow- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane series- One shot-

Thin Blue Line- One Chicago/Law and Order SVU/Blue Bloods crossover- Parts 2,3,4

Winter's Gate- Game of Thrones- Winter's Gate series- Robb Stark/Jonlynn- Parts 4, 5*, 6

Homeward Bound- Game of Thrones- Winter Gate series- Robb Stark/ Jonlynn- Part 2,3, 4

Second Chances- Lord of The Rings/The Hobbbit- Second Chances series- Legolas/Ilianna/ either Fili or Kili- Part 2, 3,4

Royals- Harry Potter- Royals Series- Fred/Celeste. George- part 1,2,3,4,5

Puzzle Pieces- Triple Frontier- Miller Brothers/OFC parts 1,2,3, 4

Mine now. Sons of anarchy- Jax/Ryder one shot

Night Terrors - Winter Solider and the Falcon- Bucky/Lennon one shot

Sweet as Georgia Peach- Band of Brothers- prequel story to Courage Under Fire. Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Oh My, My Love- Elvis- Two Shot- part 1, part 2

London Blue- Band of Brothers- one shot- Liebgott/ Liv- set after D-Day

London Grey- Band of Brothers- one shot- Nixon/Liv

Undercover- One Chicago- parts 2,3,4

[writingmochi]

an honest review of orange blood from musical and conceptual observation (not proofread)

opening remarks: wow... they really let go of manifesto saga all together, huh? ngl i think they're doing this to cater towards the dark moon audience (as per what sunghoon said in the vlog they did in lotte world towards solon, "are you more famous than me? you are me."

also, i'm gonna be truthful here: i haven't kept up with their lore stuff after border era finished (actually it's more of because i've been straying from kpop a lot now). i used to read webtoons but idk man i still think that hybe is really pushing their artists into making intellectual properties so they can license it to everyone (the successful ones are tiny tan and bts universe) but when you're here for the artistry in the music and audio visual aspect of the music, you kinda feel being left behind. so, relating to another hybe artist, i kind of like txt separating from their star seekers character but dark moon is technically enhypen's (and &team's) dna now.

concept-wise visually, i think it's good. we love a sanskrit representation with ksana and kalpa, but i think it'll be more interesting if they dig deeper into what it means cosmological, mythological, etc and relate it towards dark moon, sooha/selen, the werewolves of sunshine city and more.

also, it's an interesting choice on hybe's behalf to make a comeback between &team and enhypen around the same time, especially since they are brothers-with-rivalries group (yes, i just coin that teehee)

i can go on on a tangent about how belift doesn't know where enhypen's is going long-term wise but... eh, that's for another time...

let's start!

1.mortal: intro track as always! i love the more lo-fi instrumental of it (it can be a good bgm to reflect on mortality akfbauewiue4g) i also love that every member participates here, either by monologuing or singing. it's like a poem in a short film (it could actually be in the concept trailer, cmiiw) and i think it's gonna be a good visual spectacle on concerts (which given the state of kpop now. they will do tours even for EPs, too criminal actually)

also WHY THE FUCK IS THIS LONGER THAN THE TITLE TRACK FFS (unless this is not a monologue, but dialogues between differing perspective, i agree that it should be that long) oh gosh...

2.sweet venom: AINT THIS JAKE'S ERA?! my boy!!! also WE GET A FREAKING BRIDGE ISTG YOU DON'T KNOW HOW UNEXPECTED THAT IS AS SOMEONE WHO MISSES ENHYPEN'S BRIDGES (given-taken my love). from the post i made before this, i mentioned hybe is doing something interesting and the answer is... we're returning to 2020 hybe again with their retro-sounding title tracks like chasing the feeling, god of music, and this. also, i watched the mv first before hearing the audio and i love the stop-motion mv like for real (definitely matches the music)

i definitely can see and hear the michael jackson influence for this comeback and the choreo, funk is his genre after all. but the funk is making it easy-listening that it doesn't overwhelm those who aren't funk and disco listeners. the orchestral bytes in the bridges make it nostalgic towards songs in the 90s. it definitely is trying to cater towards gen z's affection towards nostalgia (which hits me too with the mj influence, riki probably likes this comeback so much :D)

highlights? oh the three oldest hyungs get it. jake has never been the center of a comeback (it's always heeseung or jungwon) and i love that he can hold himself up, for my fellow jaeyun lover be prepared to see him in thumbnails now~ heeseung and jay's vocals? chef's kiss! get those falsettos, kings! and their runs in the verses is just so good ughh

also, another tangent of me of the vocal mixing incoming. i think it's better but niki's voice sounds unrecognizable in the audio. maybe it's because his voice hasn't stop evolving or what not but yeah, if i didn't watch the mv first, i wouldn't recognize niki's voice. also the last chorus can be given two more bars cause it just unsatisfyingly ends? and i can understand why sunghoon doesn't have that much lines here because (and don't cancel me on this) it doesn't suit his timbre much because his voice is more on the baritone range than the others who are tenor and this song is in a high key. if maybe they can lower the key like a full step than it can match his voice more...

3.still monster: emo-ballad enha? is that you? the start does sound a bit more bossa-nova ish before the drums kick in. i love how muted the instrumental is so that we can hear the vocals more. it definitely has the analog phone filter to it, kinda of reminds me of haru haru by big bang but mellower. i think i know that synth keyboard sound font is because it sounds so vintage and i like how it harmonizes with the guitar. i can definitely play bass to the song *cue me trying to make the bass tab in my free time after this*. i can hear sunghoon again yay! also we love the ad-libs at the last chorus. get it, heeseung! and this song is very heeseung actually lol

4.blind: wow... synth? at the start i think this is gonna be like cyberpunk by ateez but then it goes into a more rnb route. i almost thought also jersey club percussion, okay drum fills in the pre-chorus. and BAM... synthwave! this is more like take me home by ateez. i think this could even be an ateez song, but it's not as abrasive as the ones ateez makes. that post-chorus part though when the bass kicks in, the fuck was that? and why can't we got more of that D:?

but i actually like how slow it's taking, like they're trying to take the vibes in first, ya know? i think it is because this is their first venture to synthwave from a more rnb/hip-hop-based set of songs. they tried it with tamed-dashed but this is a mature, slower version of it. also, heeseung with the ad-libs istg!!! heeseung stop it, don't tug my heart string like that. that bounce between sunghoon and niki, we like that!

5.orange flower (you complete me): *cue onf's complete* you complete... ME~~~~ when i see the tracklist, that's the kind of song i predict with this title. and, a signature of enhypen in this album, we have a more mellow version of the style they're going with this song. they're also catering this towards gen z as this is like the type of songs that's gonna be placed in a "indie rock end credits" type of music. it's pretty predictable with a name like orange flower for it to be a feel-good song. i actually like this more than tfw cause the instrumental is more optimistic.

i also like the verses more than the chorus (kinda a bit anti-climatic for me) but it still gives of a music that you play while riding bicycles with your friends around sunset (wish i could do that again but growing up is pain ehheheheeh)

6.sweet venom (english ver): since this is just sweet venom but in a different language, i'm gonna focus more on vocal performance and lyrics.

i like how gritty they sound, like the textures in their voice i can hear it better. the way the pronounce the words is clear enough to be deciphered. i love the pre-chorus in korean version better but i know that they're trying to make the lyrics make sense in the language. idk why but heeseung sounds better here like my man wtf is on with you istg

7.sweet venom (ft. bella poarch): first: i don't have beef with bella poarch cause i don't really care about her. she's just another influencer trying to survive the internet and life honestly. i think it's also another situation how engenes are jealous because enhypen's with a girl because they're delulu that enha can only be with them through sooha lmao (read: enhypen now performing bite me with female partners) because they dig into controversies that don't really involve them (international engenes, especially westerners). i just think that what western engenes are doing with the situation is reacting the same way that korean engene react to them during bite me era. it's part of stan culture and to break it, it's gonna be hard.

second: since this is technically sweet venom eng ver with bella poarch, i'll be focusing on vocal performance and lyrics (if they decide to change it)

even from the mixing, you can hear the difference from the vocals. bella's voice is much more airy with more reverb than enha's. i also think that it makes the song more richer, especially with the harmonics, some are a bit unnecessary. but from me, this changes sweet venom's color from a full orange color towards a peachy one with bella's feminine influence.

closing remarks: i definitely didn't expect to like this album as much.

coming from unliking three enha title tracks in a row, even i can't believe that i like the sound of this album. the sound is more cohesive; a mellow rnb touch in every track as they combine with other genres (sweet venom with funk, still monster with emo-ballad, blind with synthwave, and orange flower with indie rock) yet they still try to push the boundaries of genres they wanna try.

the highlight of the overall album is definitely heeseung. he kills it with his vocal performance and i love how versatile he is as he pushes some fancy things in one song and dim it in another, creating a more diverse set of texture for each song. jay is close second because this album just shows how much of a powerhouse he is (i think his music diversification with listening to rock songs helps him with that).

when it comes to the whole comeback, imo, it doesn't really match that well from both audio and visual. it's like they have two different visions cause the theme doesn't matches with between the art and music direction. it's like if belift just said "the main theme of this album is orange." okay so what do you mean orange? like visually, the concept photo is very orange-like and the music does sound orange to me, but what is the connection here? it also definitely shows with how enha can't explained what orange blood means in one interview they did. because i don't understand what they're trying to say with the phrase orange blood. is it orange because it's like fire? is it orange because it is derived from red blood? if it's like fire, then why did we get a funk song?

also, what saddens me is the track listing like only 5 new songs + one is more like monologue. even i can see it as a scam if you actually are trying to use your money to buy an album + they have 3 versions of this album with randomized photocard. please treat your money carefully!

final ranking:

7.sweet venom (english ver.)

6.mortal

5.sweet venom (ft. bella poarch)

4.still monster

3.orange flower (you complete me)

2.sweet venom

1.blind

small conclusion: DON'T INTERACT WITH VENOM AND POISON, FOLKS. ITS DANGEROUS FOR A REASON: YOU CAN DIE!!11!!! THERE AREN'T ANY SWEET VENOM UNLESS IT IS SUGAR (N EVEN THAT CAN CAUSE YOU DIABETES)

also, here's my predictions for the next entry of the blood series:

following the colors of the rainbow, it's gonna be yellow/golden blood. it's gonna make the blood series have seven albums from the colors of the rainbow (red = jungwon, orange = jake, yellow = ???)

following the next phrase related to blood (and because of selen from the lore), it's gonna be blue blood: a term used to refer to noble birth, royalty, etc here's me hoping they do a more dpr ian miito sound for a regal comeback

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ & ᴀʟɪᴄᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

linked to jessie (jace)'s girl ff pt1 pt2

– so it originally started when they were still in school at about 13/14 so year 8 for a talent show – they made pop-punk themed songs but the lyrics are quite insightful when you look into them – they called it 'Weirwood' to honour Rhaenyra and Alicent's favourite hidden meetup spot behind the school – Alicent wrote the lyrics to their songs, it's one of the only times she felt like she could truly express herself, and played the keyboard (she likes it especially because it keeps her hands busy so she'll stop picking at them so much when she's anxious she can drum her fingers against her leg as if thinking up sheet music) – Rhaenyra helped brand themselves as she had the high confidence and 'star presence' but she also does vocals and electric guitar – also her uncle Daemon was also in a band and helped them out when they were stuck on something – the band included other members such as Laena on drums, Laenor on electric guitar and Criston on bass guitar (he also helped on vocals sometimes) – Rhaenyra starts calling their fans 'Zaldrīzes' which means 'Dragons' in Rhaenyra's mother tongue and it catches on – Rhaenyra and Criston hooked up but broke things off when Rhaenyra told him she just wanted to keep things casual – when Alicent found out her best friend was keeping this from her, she completely flipped out because she didn't approve of making things complicated with bandmates – Rhaenyra chased after Alicent for a few years but always got rejected because Alicent didn't want to mix relationship drama with business decisions, she thought it was unethical – this blew up into a huge fight which the tabloids have since dubbed 'The Dance of The Dragons' because when the band split, the separated bands moved to different agencies which conveniently both were known for undertaking dancers 'The Greens' stayed with 'The Red Keep' agency while 'The Blacks' moved to one called 'Dragonstone' – 'The Greens' rebranded and took on Larys Strong while 'The Blacks' took on his brother Harwin Strong – Neither band does particularly well afterward but the drama between them is always the centre off attention when they attend the same events, they still have some very dedicated fanbases – at first they make remarks about one another but soon they grow out of it and rekindle – they get back together for songs sometimes until another thread snaps and they fight again – they know it will never be the same so they settle for being civil with one another – very hot and cold – at an award ceremony, every tabloid covers how Rhaenyra arrives without her signature black in favour of emerald green and Alicent arrives instead of her signature green in coal black – there are many photos snapped of Rhaenyra and Alicent laughing the night away and sticking close together after they're seated at close tables next to each other – eventually both bands separate but once their kids show interest in their teen years they are very willing to help and so the next generation take over their respective parents' band

[bardic-tales]

FF OC Introduction: Uncharted

Aries | Enneagram: 3w4 | ENTP

I'm not just a treasure hunter. I'm a master of seduction. The thrill of the chase is matched only by the thrill of igniting a fire within those who dare to cross my path.

Welcome to the enigmatic world of Maxwell Powers, a treasure hunter, historian, and seductive rogue with a thirst for uncovering the mysteries of the past. Born on March 27, 1989, in the vibrant city of Boston, Massachusetts, Max was raised in a household where stories of ancient civilizations and daring explorations were woven into the very fabric of his being.

From an early age, Max's innate curiosity and love for history set him on a path of discovery. Pursuing a degree in Archeology and History at a prestigious college, he delved deep into the study of ancient civilizations, honing his skills as a historian and researcher. His dedication and passion garnered admiration from his professors and peers, establishing him as a rising star in the field.

It was during his college years that fate intervened, leading him to cross paths with Emma Reynolds, a spirited and ambitious young woman who shared his affinity for treasure hunting. Despite their differing approaches and a simmering rivalry, Max and Emma formed an unconventional bond that surpassed the boundaries of friendship and competition.

However, as the pursuit of their shared ambitions grew intense, Max found himself at a crossroads. Driven by his relentless ambition and the yearning for untamed adventures, he made a difficult decision to carve his own path, leaving Emma behind and severing both personal and professional ties. Their parting was marked by a bittersweet understanding that their destinies might intertwine once more in the treacherous world they both inhabited.

With his education complete, Max embarked on a career as an archaeologist, specializing in historical research and artifact analysis. His profound knowledge of ancient civilizations, coupled with his meticulous attention to detail, made him a highly sought-after expert in the field. Max's insatiable hunger for adventure and his unyielding determination led him to become a seasoned treasure hunter, renowned for his audacious expeditions and unrelenting pursuit of lost treasures.

It was in 2017, within the enchanting walls of a quaint tea house in Marrakech, that Max's fate took an unexpected turn. Niamh Donovan, accompanied by her trusted mentor, Victor Sullivan, stumbled upon Max, captivated by his enigmatic allure and undeniable charm. Little did Max know that this encounter would set in motion a series of events that would shape his journey as a treasure hunter and test the depths of his character.

Their meeting ignited a passionate and tumultuous affair, fueled by the intoxicating rush of shared adventures and the allure of the unknown. Max's magnetic personality and self-assured bravado left an indelible mark on Niamh. Yet, beneath the surface of their fiery connection, Max's underlying ambitions reared their head. In a moment of vulnerability and desire, he succumbed to the temptation to steal Niamh’s map leading to the coveted Eye of the Sahara, forever tainting their intimate night with the bitter taste of betrayal.

This encounter with Niamh set the stage for a complex and ever-evolving dynamic between Max, Niamh, and Sully. Their paths would intertwine time and again, driven by their shared pursuit of treasures and the lingering mix of attraction and resentment.

Max's encounters with Niamh remained an indelible presence in his life. The unfinished business and unresolved tension served as constant reminders of their intense connection. While Niamh's heart ultimately found solace in the embrace of Nathan Drake, Max couldn't help but be drawn back into the web of their shared history whenever their paths crossed.

Through introspection, forgiveness, and personal growth, Max sought redemption for his past actions. He learned from his mistakes, fostering a newfound sense of honor, integrity, and a genuine desire to seek artifacts of historical significance. The allure of wealth and fame lost its luster, replaced by a quest for self-discovery and the chance to rewrite his story.

[the-firebird69]

If Rocky bumps into Tony after the boxing match! Staying Alive - 1983 #s...

Sees he's followed but by who. Other stars. So they published saw how many. Made the movie dance all you want that's all your doing we got it really quickly. Big too.

Took more and now we exceeded our goals used it worked on Trump. He fell flat on his face. Dies now as he should yup. We hit him here must rip him out over and over yes ff

Update coming up in the a.m.

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We know it's true they now pour in tasted it need it ok. Money oh we see ours too minority morlock yes lots bja now into Florida too tons Paul Said it we sit idly by that was it. They are to mean no reframing qualities. Good. And then to who him. Oh no. Are up. Psuedo empire too fires on them. Soon they are out. Gone ok.

They fight over psuedo empire stuff Trump saw the ship frying his a few times gets it. Seeks them now hard finally. Will be over soon

Good both hand stuff to them don't need that true we print

Olympus

Then us again

Thor Freya

[empressofthesunwriter]

Cosmic Phantoms

What do you get if you put a sassy Half-Ghost, a bubbly Magical Ghostly Girl, a strongwilled Goth and a skirt-chasing Tech-Nerd together?

Well, the greatest Ghost Hunting Team on Earth!

Join Danny, Julia, Sam and Tucker on their crazy adventures.

Puberty is a joke against the forces they are up to!

Mystery Meat

Since the pic of Julia I posted on DeviantArt had a lot of feedback and people wanted to read her story here it is.

The first chapter!

Also, Dann, Sam and Tucker call her Julie as a nickname. They rarely call her Julia.

If the feedback is better than Queens Gambit, I will work on this FF more. I'm sick and tired of putting my energy into a FanFic who barely gets comments.

So enjoy the first chapter.

(*)

"So, Danny...You and your little friends want to hunt ghosts?", asked the heavy-set and self-proclaimed Ghost Hunter and Expert Jack Fenton his son.

His son Danny and his three friends sat before him on chairs in their cellar aka. Laboratory.

"Uh, actually, Dad?", Danny began shyly. "I want to be an astronaut."

"Sorry, Mr. Fenton. I was into ghosts, but they're so mainstream now. They're like cellphones.", said Sam, the local Goth Girl.

This made the red-haired girl Julia titled her head cutely and put a finger on her chin: "Well, I think ghosts are interesting, but I'd rather put them into one of my stories for my manga's than hunt them."

"Waste these looks and all this charisma hunting ghosts? Criminal.", found the last of the quartet, Tucker an African-American boy and tech nerd.

This didn't stop Jack Fenton at all.

"Well, if you do want to hunt ghosts, there are a few things you need to learn."

He turns to a table with laboratory equipment and beakers.

All the teens looked bored when suddenly blue mist escaped Danny's mouth and Julia hissed since her Star Necklace burned hot.

"Oh no. This isn't good.", mumbled Danny.

"I will say!", agreed Julia, as the teens saw how from a portal in the wall two ectopuses, real ghosts, escaped.

The ghosts grab Sam and Tucker around their mouths and lift them up out of their chairs.

Jack Fenton doesn't notice this of course and just continues his monologue.

"True, I've never seen a ghost, but when I do, I'll be prepared."

Danny and Julia look alarmed.

The ectopuses are floating above the floor, Sam and Tucker still in their grasp.

"And so will you. Whether you want to be or not."

Both free teenagers get a determined look on their faces and nod at each other.

Together they jump into action, a white and a golden light are seen and various fighting noises are heard.

But Jack Fenton doesn't seem to notice.

"It all starts with your equipment."

As he says this he holds up a thermos.

Behind him, an ectopus goes flying past.

Sam and Tucker are flung back into their chairs.

Jack goes over to them.

"Sam, Tucker, this is the Fenton Thermos."

He hands the thermos to Sam, and both Sam and Tucker look at it.

Danny's father turns back around to the lab table.

"It's supposed to trap ghosts."

Behind Jack, another ectopus goes flying past which he didn't notice.

"But since it doesn't work yet it's just a thermos. A thermos with the word 'Fenton' in front of it."

The ectopuses appear defeated and disoriented as they fly back into the portal, which then closes behind them.

Again two lights are seen and a tired Danny and Julia join up with their sitting friends.

"And that? That is the Fenton Portal. It releases ghosts into our world whether I want it to or not. And someday, I'll figure out how that works too."

Smiling Jack finally turns around and walks towards a trembling Sam and Tucker, towering over them.

"Now, who wants to hunt some ghosts?"

Sam and Tucker continue trembling in fear and Danny and Julia are panting.

He has put a hand on the back of Tucker's chair so, as to not fall over, while she just lays over the free chair edge completely spent.

"You kids, look at you! You're too excited to speak!", says Jack happy, not realizing what really was going on. "So I'll just go on speaking. I was born many years ago in a log cabin in the woods. Don't exactly remember where, but I do remember I wanted a pony. Never got the pony. As a matter of fact, we had to eat horse meat during the war. I had a problem with that."

(*)

When Julia Heinrich moved from Germany to America she never expected her life would turn completely crazy.

Okay, that's a lie.

Since she bought this goddamn cursed Star Necklace her life had been a rollercoaster.

A few weeks before their moving Julia had walked the streets of Berlin with a heavy heart.

This was her home, here were her friends and her Anime-Community...now she had to leave it all behind.

Still to this day, she didn't know why she entered the little Antique Shop, to buy the Star Necklace.

Was it destiny?

A cruel joke of destiny since it turned her into a ghost.

She had been so shocked and afraid when she transformed.

Her screams had echoed off the walls.

It was good that her dads were at work or this could have ended badly surely.

After Julia calmed down enough, she managed to transform back.

And swore to throw the necklace into the trash.

Yeah, jokes on her the cursed thing didn't come off!

Someone, the universe or whatever had it out for her, she was sure!

So she did what any teenager did.

Fucking ignore the problem.

Worked well till Danny stepped into the Ghost Portal of his parents and became a ghost too.

Julia would have been a real asshole if she didn't say she was in the same situation.

Danny had looked so scared and freaked out...

No, it was the right thing to do.

Knowing there was someone like him had calmed him down enough to transform back.

This all had been a month ago and Julia and her friends still made it up on the go.

They didn't quite know what to do now.

Only that ghosts came out of the portal and Danny and Julia had to kick their butts back in.

Oh well.

Currently, the quartet was in school walking from one lesson to the next.

"I think I should tell them.", says Danny as they climb up a flight of stairs.

"Why? Parents don't listen.", answers Sam as the quartet stops walking midway up the stairs. "Even worse, they don't understand! WHY CAN'T THEY ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM?!"

They all stare at her.

Julia reaches out and pats her friend on the arm.

"Sam, honey, Danny was talking about his powers. His problems."

"Oh, right. Me too.", mumbles Sam embarrassed.

"How can you be so calm Julie?", wondered Danny. "You have that cursed Necklace that makes you a half-ghost too."

The red-haired girl shrugged a shoulder.

"Yeah, true, but at least we aren't alone. We have each other and Sam and Tucker."

"Naww, we love you too Julie.", cooed Tucker at her. "But you haven't told your dads anything too, right? Do you want to?"

She shakes her head.

"Other than Danny, I want to keep it a secret. That's superhero rule number 1: Keep your identity a secret! Also, I'm pretty sure Papa and Dad would cart me off to a mental asylum if I told them I'm actually half-death. They don't believe in ghosts or cursed necklaces."

"Lucky you. It's been a month since the accident and I still have barely any control! If somebody catches me.", says Danny, sinking into the floor, while his friends watch. "I go from geek to freak around here!"

Tucker raises an eyebrow at him.

"Kinda like what you're doing right now?"

Danny suddenly realizes his lower half became intangible causing him to sink and yelp before his friends help him out.

His feet and lower half return to normal.

Annoyed Danny walks up the stairs.

"Gah, darn it! If my dad can invent something that accidentally made me half-ghost, why can't he invent something that turns me back to normal?"

He feels so miserable that he doesn't realize how he becomes again intangible and walks through a snack machine without paying any attention.

The red-haired Julia follows after him and lays a hand on his shoulder as he turns normal again.

"I get it, Danny, I truly do! I wish I could get this stupid Necklace off! Being a teenager is hard enough without weird ghost powers."

The boy gives her a small smile before Julia's own arm gets intangible and he has to catch her.

"See what I mean! Thanks, Danny.", grumbles Julia as her friend helps her back up.

That's when Sam runs up to them.

"Danny, Julie, your powers make you unique. Unique is good! That's why I'm an ultra recyclo-vegetarian."

"Which means what?", ask Tucker confused.

"She doesn't eat anything with a face on it.", explains Danny.

"And I thought Vegan is worse enough.", jests Julia in Sam's direction.

Her female friend rolls her eyes at this.

"Oh, who cares about that stuff? Danny, Julie, two words: meat connoisseur."

The tech-geek sniffs the air around Danny.

"Last night, you had Sloppy Joes."

"Impressive."

"Are you half-dog?", laughs Julia in good humour, but okay it was impressive.

"Meat heightens the senses, and my all-meat streak is fourteen years strong.", tells Tucker proudly.

"...And it's about to end.", said Sam with crossed arms. "The school board finally agreed to try a new cafeteria menu. I wore them down."

"Wait... What did you do?"

Well, what Sam did was quite simple as they entered the cafeteria.

A big banner states that this week is "Ultra Recyclo-Vegetarian" week.

The lunch lady gives what looks like grass on bread to a student, and then one to Danny.

"What is this? Grass on a bun?", says Danny in disbelief.

Dramatically Tucker turns to Sam: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"Tucker, it's time for a change.", announces Sam as she holds a grass bun up.

Julia stares with a frown down at her own.

"Why do I have the sudden urge to muuh?"

Anyway, the quartet sits down at their usual table

Danny and Tucker on one side and Sam and Julia on the other.

All beside the Goth frown with a disgusted look at their lunch.

"Don't you think this is a little extreme, Sam?", wondered Danny as he picked up a bit of the grass bun with his fork.

"Don't eat it!", hiss Tucker and Julia together.

He surely would get sick!

Sam just smiles, when a hand gets put on her shoulder.

It's Mister Lancer, their teacher.

"Ah, Miss Manson. The school board wanted me to personally thank you for ushering in this welcome experiment to our cafeteria."

That's when Tucker starts to sweat and sniffs around frantically.

"Meat. Near."

Tucker looks up at Lancer and sniffs the air around him.

Aha!

Meat smell!

He glares at the teacher while the man backs away.

"No, no. The rumours about the new all-steak buffet in the teacher's lounge are completely untrue.", dismisses Mister Lancer, before he picks his teeth with a toothpick and pats Sam's shoulder. "Thanks again."

With that, their teacher leaves.

"Yeah, thanks again for making us eat garbage, Sam.", sasses Tucker.

"It's not garbage. It's recyclable organic matter."

"It's garbage.", chorused the other three.

"Even vegan food would be better than THIS!", adds Julia.

Sam sends her female friend a betrayed look, but Julia just deadpans at her.

Her deadpan turns into a grimace as her Star Necklace burns and at the same time Danny's Ghost Sense goes off.

"Uh, guys? We got a problem.", tells them, Danny, as a handful of mud suddenly lands on his head. "UGH!"

"FENTON!"

"Oh, make it two.", grimaces Julia.

Awesome.

Football Star and Main Bully Dash Baxter was coming towards them, his blazing angry eyes set on Danny.

"I ordered three mud pies. Do you know what they gave me?", asks Dash rhetoric, holding up a plate with these 'pies'. "Three mud pies. With mud. From the ground! All because of your girlfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend!", corrects Danny.

"I'm not his girlfriend!", confirmed Sam.

But Dash doesn't care, grabs Danny by his shirt and lifts him a few inches off the ground.

"These are the best years of my life! After high school, it's all downhill for me! How am I supposed to enjoy my glory days eating mud?!"

"At least he is realistic.", finds Julia, with crossed arms.

"And that is actually topsoil.", informs Sam Dash also with crossed arms.

Dash tosses Danny at the table.

"Whatever!", growls Dash, while Danny lands on the bench.

The Football Star walks over and shoves the plate of mud towards Danny's face.

"Eat it. All of it."

Danny is on the verge of eating the topsoil when his ghost sense is triggered again, revealing the Lunch Lady Ghost floating behind the lunch counter.

"Uh...uh...", he stutters before glances down at the plate and picks it up, preparing to toss it. "GARBAGE FIGHT!"

He tosses the plate and hits Dash in the face.

The other students begin throwing food as well and chaos ensues.

Annoyed Sam peeks out from behind a table.

"It's not garbage! It's-"

More she can't say as Julia grips her by her top and pulls her back down towards the floor.

The quartet begins crawling away from the cafeteria.

While crawling, Danny turns and looks behind him.

Dash seems angry while the garbage fight continues behind him.

"You're gonna pay for this, Fenton!"

He gets hit on the head again with mud.

"Great.", signs Danny. "I'm still his favourite."

"Ghost now, Dash later.", reminds Julia.

Nodding at her, all four crawl out the cafeteria door, and Danny and Tucker peek their heads around it to see the Lunch Lady Ghost.

"Huh. Shouldn't be so bad. She looks a little like my grandmother.", mussed Tucker.

Tucker and Danny are now standing in the room, as Sam and Julia peek out from behind the door.

"Shouldn't she be haunting a bingo hall?", wondered Danny.

Sam and Julia step to the boys and the red-haired girl closes the door behind them.

This hears the Lunch Lady Ghost, who turns to them.

"Hello, children. Can you help me? Today's lunch is meatloaf, but I don't see the meatloaf. Did someone change the menu?"

"Yeah.", answers Tucker pointing his thumb at Sam. "She did."

Lunch Lady Ghost gets extremely angry, with her hair flaming on end and eyes flashing red.

"YOU CHANGED THE MENU?!"

Our four teenagers gasp in fright.

"THE MENU HAS BEEN THE SAME FOR FIFTY YEARS!"

Green flames surround the Lunch Lady Ghost and appear circling above her head.

"Get behind us!", yell Danny and Julia together.

Promptly Sam and Tucker jump behind them.

Still, Sam can't help being sarcastic: "Wow. I feel safe."

"I'm going ghost!", shouts Danny, raising his arms in the air.

A white ring forms around his waist and splits in half going up and down.

He is now Danny Phantom.

Meanwhile, Julia strokes her Star Necklace and then flicks her hair.

"Star! Transform me!"

The Star Pendant shines in bright gold and golden light ribbons enclose Julia completely before they disappear and she is now Cosmos.

After transforming, both Halfa's fly before the Lunch Lady Ghost.

"I command you to...go away!", shouts Phantom unsure, as Cosmos adds: "Please, miss!"

Hey, maybe if they are polite she will listen.

Sadly she doesn't and causes many piles of dishes surrounding a sink to begin to glow and float around, before shooting them at the Halfa's.

Both turn intangible, causing the dishes to pass right through them before hitting the wall behind them.

Phantom and Cosmos turn normal and smile at each other for their accomplishment of not being hit.

A bunch of dishes are heading right for Sam now, which Cosmos sees and flies in front of to catch in neat stacks with her hands and arms.

The Lunch Lady uses her powers to send even more dishes flying towards Tucker.

Phantom catches these dishes in stacks, as well as a few in his mouth.

Tucker stops wincing after realizing Phantom stopped the dishes and smiles.

The Halfa's fly off to put the dishes back on the counters, while Phantom has a few dishes still in his mouth.

He removes these dishes and stares at his reflection in them.

"Well, if this superhero thing doesn't work out, I can have an exciting career as a busboy."

"Phantom! Concentrated", chests him Cosmos.

While looking at his reflection on the plates, Phantom notices the stoves behind him beginning to move around.

He frowns.

"Cosmos!", he calls for her and shows her the reflection.

Now she frowns too.

"I control lunch! Lunch is sacred! Lunch has rules!", screams Lunch Lady Ghost, before she speaks in a sweet tone. "Anybody wants cake?"

Sam and Tucker nod their heads in shock.

"Too bad! Children who change my menu do not get dessert!"

The Lunch Lady Ghost phases up out through the ceiling while the four stoves begin to emit green flames.

The green flames fire out of the ovens towards Sam and Tucker who dodge out of the way.

Cosmos and Phantom dodge a blast of flames as well.

The four stoves look angry and fly at Tucker and Sam, who flinch.

Phantom and Cosmos fly up behind them.

Cosmos grabs Sam, and Phantom Tucker and they turn at the same time intangible.

Quickly, they flew through the wall out of the kitchen.

The stoves hit and cracked the wall as the quartet passed through.

Once through, the quartet turned tangible again and rolled out into the middle of a hallway.

They looked behind them in shock.

Phantom and Cosmos look at their hands, then at each other and make a High-Five.

"It worked!"

While they are joyful about their success, Sam irritably states: "This is the thanks I get for thinking like an individual?"

"Not everyone appreciates changes, Sam.", reminds her Cosmos.

A loud crash is suddenly heard, and Tucker, Phantom, and Cosmos turn to look for the cause.

The hallway begins shaking violently, and the lights go out.

Phantom and Cosmos look worried at the row of lockers closest to them.

Two of the lockers open and a bunch of school supplies come flying out.

Sam looks on in surprise.

Suddenly, a locker next to her does the same thing, and now many lockers are doing the same.

The supplies fly to the Lunch Lady, swirling through her and then behind her.

The quartet looks shocked.

Tucker's eyes suddenly widen, and he sniffs the air as various meat products fly past him.

"Steak...! Rib-eye...! No, porterhouse! Medium-rare!"

The meat products begin attaching themselves to the Lunch Lady's body until she is completely covered and only her mean green eyes are showing.

"But where did it come from?", asks Tucker himself, before he glares and turns to look behind him. "Lancer!"

The meat-covered Lunch Lady towers over the teenagers.

"Prepare to learn why meat is the most powerful of the five food groups!"

Out of nowhere the ghost loses her rage and goes back to 'innocent lunch lady mode' holding up a cookie.

"Cookie?"

Sam shakes her head no.

The ghost seems surprised she was turned down for a split second before reverting back to 'evil lunch lady mode'.

She raises a clawed hand to attack Sam.

"Then perish!"

Phantom slides backwards towards Sam to protect her.

"Forget it! The only thing that has an expiration date here is you!", he points dramatically at her only to accidentally revert to his human self. "Whoops! I didn't mean to do that."

Cosmos facepalms.

The Lunch Lady roars and grabs Danny, sending him flying into Tucker.

Both of them hit the lockers behind them, and a pile of papers covers them up.

Lunch Lady Ghost then grabs Sam off the ground and flies down the hallway with her, taking Sam with her.

However, Cosmos flies after them.

"Sam, hold on!", she yells to her friend.

"I try, Cosmos!", Sam yells back.

Annoyed that she is being followed Lunch Lady sends a huge wave of meat towards Cosmos.

Automatically Cosmos closes her eyes and turns intangible.

When she is sure the meat avalanche passed her she opens her eyes.

"Shit! She got away with Sam!", the female Halfa curses.

She flies in random directions hoping to find a clue about where Lunch Lady and Sam are, as she sees a trail of meat.

Following it she meets up again with Phantom and Tucker in a storage room full of meat.

"Why is Tucker hugging and drooling over a box full of steaks?", asks Cosmos Phantom weirded out.

Phantom just signs tired.

Their eyes widen as they hear cackling nearby.

They peer around the corner of a stack of boxes and see the Lunch Lady, who is floating in front of Sam who is trapped neck-deep in a large pile of meat.

"My dear child...meat is good for kids! It helps them grow and makes them smile! Why won't you eat it?", asks Lunch Lady Sam offering her a chicken leg.

"We don't need meat.", spats Sam. "That's a fact!"

The Lunch Lady suddenly reverts back to her evil lunch lady form, with wind blowing around her.

"SILENCE! You need discipline, manners, respect! You know where that comes from? MEAT!

The wind stops just as soon as it comes and the Lunch Lady reverts back again.

"Chicken? Or fish?"

"We will take care of the ghost. You just find a way to get Sam out of that pile of meat!", orders Phantom.

Nonchalant Tucker holds up a fork and knife: "Waaaay ahead of you."

Cosmos and Phantom fly off to punch the Lunch Lady together, who turns around surprised but notices them too late.

She is sent flying and crashes into a nearby wall before collapsing to the ground.

The Halfa's lands in front of her and she glares at them.

Phantom and Cosmos crouch on the ground.

Together they jump up and somersaults in the air before preparing to doppel-kick the ghost.

The Lunch Lady catches each by one foot right before they hit her, then dangles a surprised Phantom and Cosmos upside-down by their feet.

"Don't you see? This is why you need meat! You're skin and bones!", lecturers them Lunch Lady and throws them away like a cheap tissue.

As the Halfa's are sent flying through the air they turn intangible, phasing halfway through a nearby wall up to their waists before falling to the ground.

The Lunch Lady is not done with them as she summons shish-kebabs from a box, their pointed ends heading straight for Phantom and Cosmos.

Luckily they see this and split their body in two.

The meat passes through the stretched intangible area of their bodies they created.

Both smile at the new power but the smile quickly fades as they see what the ghost is up to now.

The Lunch Lady yells and summons meat out of all of the boxes.

Fast Phantom and Cosmos piece themselves together again and watch the meat go flying towards the ghost.

Meanwhile, Tucker is about to take a bite of meat but the piece as well as the meat pile that was covering Sam goes flying off towards the ghost.

The meat soars around and attaches to the Lunch Lady to form the meat monster she was earlier.

She fires meat fists at Cosmos and Phantom, capturing them in her grasp.

Tucker strikes a determined pose, fork and knife handy: "Help's on the way, buddies!"

The Lunch Lady sends the Halfa's flying.

Both yell and turn intangible, passing through a wall.

The Lunch Lady looms over Sam and Tucker and growls at them loudly.

Sam and Tucker are scared.

"Run?", asks Tucker.

"Run.", agrees Sam.

Sam and Tucker yell as they head for the door, but the ghost sends a pile of meat that blocks their exit, knocking them both down.

Phantom holds the back of his head as he phases partly back into the room, while Cosmos does the same but rubs her eye.

They see Sam and Tucker yelling as they run past them, and determinedly they fly after them.

The Lunch Lady makes fists with her hands and prepares to slam down on Sam and Tucker, but Phantom and Cosmos quickly fly down and grab them in their arms before turning all of them intangible and flying through a wall.

The Lunch Lady is surprised and can't stop herself in time before the meat splatters all against the wall.

After successful phasing through the wall outside and floating, Cosmos and Phantom turn tangible again.

Both were deathly tired.

"Gee, Danny, Julie. Fighting meat monsters, flying through walls...You both must be exhausted," Sam said to them.

"What? Of course not! What would give you that idea?", trails Danny off, while Julia gives a big yawn.

The quartet falls to the ground as Phantom and Cosmos pass out from exhaustion.

They return back to their human selves, and Sam and Tucker look at each other.

Great, what should they do now?

Their friends needed to rest to get their energies back up.

In the end, they decide to carry them both to Fenton Works, Danny's home, since it is closer to where Julia lives.

Sam carried Julia piggyback-style, while Tucker dragged poor Danny.

He didn't have the core muscle to carry his best friend.

As they arrived at Fenton Works, Danny's parents stared at them in confusion.

"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton!", greeted Tucker nervously. "What a school day! Poor Danny and Julia nodded off. We figured we'd just carry him all the way home and tuck him into bed without any parental interaction whatsoever. I hope you don't mind that we brought Julia along, her home is farther away."

Sam added: "Don't get up! We know where to go. Bye!"

And up the stairs, they were and entered Danny's room.

(*)

Julia woke up with a jolt since she heard someone, Danny, screaming four days!

"Wa-wa-wa?", she stutters confused. She is sitting in Danny's comfy desk chair, he is on his bed and Sam and Tucker are also there. "What's going on?"

Tucker chuckles: "Nothing, Julie, just messing a bit with Danny."

The girl blinks while the black-haired boy is shaking a bit.

Angry Sam puts her hands on her waist.

"Knock it off, Tucker. This is the second time today your carelessness almost got them killed."

"Me? I almost got them killed? The only reason this happened is because you had to be unique. You had to take the meat away!"

The Goth Girl crosses her arms and turns away from him, as he storms off the room yelling: "And I'm going to get it back!"

"You want to change that menu back?", yells Sam back going over to the door to the bedroom. "YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME TO DO IT!"

Bam!

And Sam is gone too.

Julia and Danny stare at each other.

What the heck?

"Oh well. I'm sure everything will be back to normal by tomorrow.", says Danny to her.

The red-haired girl looks uncertain.

Her feelings turn out to be right when she and Danny walk up the next day to Casper High.

"Or not. Maybe it'll be worse."

They see a bunch of meat lovers decked out in meat merchandise.

On a stage, some girls are dancing in hot dog outfits.

The girls dance offstage and Tucker appears carrying a microphone in his hand.

"What do we want?", he shouts into the microphone.

"MEAT!", shout the Meat Lovers back.

"When do we want it?"

"NOW!"

Danny and Julia look over at the other side of the protest.

The vegetarian equivalent of the meat-protest side full of hippies, laid-back people, and goths.

Sam is standing on top of a school bus yelling into a microphone while carrying a sign that reads "NOW!"

"VEGGIES NOW! VEGGIES FOREVER! VEGGIES NOW! VEGGIES FOREVER!"

Sam and Tucker come to stand on opposite sides of Danny and Julia, glaring at each other.

"You guys put together two protests in one night?", says Danny in disbelief.

"That's impressive and scary at the same time.", adds Julia astonished.

"Meat-eaters, Danny and Julie. Always ready to fight. And our high-protein diets give us the energy we need to do it quickly."

"Ultra recyclo-vegetarians are always ready to protest. And because we don't have to waste time cooking our food, we can move even faster."

"Don't you guys think this is a little extreme?", ask them Danny.

Julia rubs her temple.

"A little? That's getting out of hand!"

Why can't they all just be friends and accept each other differences?

"No choice, buddies. You're either with me!", declares Tucker.

"Or you're against him!", hisses Sam.

Sam and Tucker lean over Danny and Julia, making them duck a little.

"So whose side are you on?", chorus Sam and Tucker together.

Suddenly a wind starts blowing and the sky turns gray.

Sam and Tucker's eyes widen.

Cackling is heard and Danny's and Julia's ghost senses go off.

The crowd looks bewildered and confused.

A voice yells angrily as the contents of a meat truck fly out in various directions.

The meat swirls around and eventually forms a gigantic version of the meat monster the Lunch Lady Ghost was the previous day.

"It's lunchtime!", screams the Lunch Lady Ghost.

Both groups of protesters run away while screaming in terror.

"Meat! Why have you betrayed me?!", yells Tucker dramatically.

"Guys, time to make up. Now!", tells Danny.

They understand.

Sam and Tucker hug as Danny and Julia transform beneath their cover. They break their hug to reveal Danny Phantom and Cosmos, who fly towards the Lunch Lady Ghost.

The ghost yells ferociously before attempting to punch Phantom, who flies out of the way.

She then tries slapping Cosmos with the other hand, but she dodges.

Lunch Lady attacks them both with her fist, however, both Halfa's can dodge this too.

Cosmos and Phantom then kick the ghost hard and knock her over.

Sam and Tucker smile as they watch this.

"They really are getting better.", praised Tucker.

This makes Phantom lose his concentration and the Luch Lady Ghost gives him an upper-cut.

He goes sailing up.

"Phantom!", yells Cosmos worried for him.

"I sure hope he can take a punch!", whinces Sam.

Cosmos turns to the Luch Lady Ghost with a frown.

"Okay, time to cook some meat!", she holds her hands before her and silver ectoplasma light forms around it, she shoots it to the Lunch Lady, grilling one of her sides.

"Haha! It worked!", celebrates Cosmos.

Then Phantom comes back down and formally crashes into the Lunch Lady.

A huge explosion is seen and meat flies everywhere.

"Phantom!", calls Cosmos worried for him, as she sees him crawling out of the crater he created.

She flies down and helps him up, which earns her a little thanks from him.

"Oh, dear! What a mess!", asks the Lunch Lady back in her sweet mode. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think so.", answers Danny.

The ghost has a small smile on her face but then reverts back to evil lunch lady mode.

"TOUGH! BECAUSE YOU BEING OKAY IS NOT PART OF MY BALANCED DIET OF DOOM!"

Meat suddenly pours out of the crater forming ten small piles in front of Phantom and Cosmos, which turn into little meat monsters.

Each five of them attack a Halfa.

Cosmos uses her new Ectoblast to grill the little meat monsters, however even more appear, which she has to fight off.

This is bad since Phantom is somehow de-transformed and these little flesh gremlings carry him away.

Gritting her teeth Cosmos does her best to fight off the hoards of meat monsters to get to Danny.

It's then she hears how the Lunch Lady screams and poof the meat monsters aren't no more.

Phantom is back and closes the Fenton Thermos.

Happily, Cosmos flies over to him and gives him a hug.

"I was worried!"

Phantom hugs her back before they let go and transform back into humans.

Then they go over to Sam and Tucker, who are trapped under one of the protest balloons.

Danny helps Sam up and Julia Tucker.

"What happened? Where's the ghost?", wonders Sam.

"My parents have their moments.", answers Danny, holding the thermos up.

"It really worked, wow!", grins Julia.

Ha, at least now they could catch ghosts.

Awesome!

Danny then hears a faint beeping noise and he hides the thermos behind him.

It's his parents with the Fenton Finder which says: "Ghost directly ahead."

Jack and Maddie walk up to the quartet, Jack holding the Fenton Finder in front of Danny.

"You would have to be some sort of moron to not notice the ghost directly ahead."

Standing right in front of the device Danny smiles weakly.

His parents look up from the Fenton Finder towards him.

"Oh, sorry, Dad.", says Danny pointing behind him with his thumb. "You just missed him."

"We got a runner!", yells Jack, as he and his wife race after the 'ghost'.

Jazz, Danny's older sister, was standing behind their parents with crossed arms.

Irritated she walked away, mumbling: "Great. Back to square one."

"So, you're not gonna tell 'em?", ask Tucker to be sure.

"Nah. I think I might've finally figured out what these powers are for. They make me-."

A hand suddenly grabs Danny by the shoulder.

His eyes widen and he glances upward at Mr. Lancer, who looks furious.

"In a world of trouble."

(*)

It's evening now and our poor quartet was still cleaning up the mess from the two protests and the Ghost Fight.

"Manson!", yells Mr. Lancer in his megaphone. "Pick up that T-bone!"

"With my hands?"

"Foley! Pick up that Turfwich!"

"With my hands?"

Mr. Lancer seems pleased and takes a bite out of a turkey leg before turning around and walking away.

Danny and Julia are sweeping up some meat.

Dash is watching them sweep, looking pleased while leaning on the dumpster where the meat is being collected, laughing at them.

Danny looks over at Dash and then goes to the side of the dumpster.

He grabs it, turning it intangible.

The dumpster's contents phase out and fall on Dash, who gets trapped under a huge pile of meat.

Julia snorts, while Dash screams for help: "FENTON! A little help?"

"Whatever you say, Dash. Whatever you say."

"You do now, we have to clean this up again, right?", can't help Julia but tease her friend.

He just gives her a friendly shove as his eyes gleamed green and hers grey.

Sam and Tucker look over at them and roll their eyes.

They are idiots, but they are their idiots.

(*)

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