#ghost hunting au

[jamjubilee]

I read a cute ghost hunting AU fic a few weeks ago and the idea of fun ghost shenanigans couldn’t leave my head.

[queenofbaws]

Hi my fellow icy queen who fell down the silent hill 2 hole again <3, can I get the house ghost tormenting Josh and Sam some more ;3, I was just rereading some old CREEPs prompts and that one in particular is my favourite. Thank you <3, I hope this weekend is good to you!

Admittedly, the 'goodnights' had lasted a liiittle longer than entirely necessary, starting with Sam getting up to slip her shoes on, continuing into Josh remembering just one more story ("Seriously, I promise you're gonna love this one, I swear it'll be quick"), giving way to them standing on the welcome mat laughing about nothing in particular, somehow stretching into -

Yeah, okay, the chain of events maybe wasn't the most important thing, especially not now that she was kissing him like that, her palms warm on his cheeks, her fingers barely brushing the nape of his neck, the rest of her...yeah, uh huh, nope, not important at all.

And to be entirely fair, it wasn't like it happened all that often, him having the apartment to himself, so caution? Thrown to the wind, baby, gone gone gone; he pulled her closer and closer still, letting his hands slide down from the curve of her waist to the back pockets of her jeans, grinning into the kiss when she laughed, and -

The coat rack chilling in the corner decided to chill no longer, its incredibly even legs (he'd know, he'd put the damn thing together) forgetting they were, in fact, even as it suddenly lurched to the side, thwacking him hard in the back before falling altogether, spilling at least half of Chris's impressive hoodie collection as it went.

"Maybe, uh...maybe we should hang out in my dorm next time," Sam said, trying very, very hard to pretend she wasn't laughing as she zipped her coat up the rest of the way, laying her hand on the door in a final goodnight, "my extremely boring, un-haunted, dorm."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[thefinnpoefiles]

#FinnPoeHalloweenBingo2023 prompt: ghost hunters

context: i see this as a moment where the haunted location freaks poe out more than usual but he;s trying hard to hold it back and soldier on, but finn catches on.

(this is my first time making gifs i hope its okay)

[starlocked01]

We Only Get Together for Weddings and Hauntings

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Summary: Logan gets an unexpected call that drags him into a terrifying and confusing bid to save his friends' lives. Or maybe the house is just old and has a few raccoons in the attic. It's hard to say. Regardless, he refuses to quit debunking the ghosts until he can make it home to his own husband. Content Warnings: Injury, Swearing, Innuendo, Religious Talk, Implied Past Homophobia Featuring: Logan, Patton, Virgil, Remus and Emile. Virgil/Remus and Logan/Emile

And head out over here to see @thecrowslullaby 's art that inspired this story! @xts-reverse-bangx

[mothmanavenue]

i did spend several days fine tuning this but i’m still not the happiest! however i would rather stab my eyes out than stare at it one more fucking time ! :)

[beelijah4894]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Chilchuck Tims, Laios Touden, Falin Touden, Marcille Donato, Senshi (Dungeon Meshi) Additional Tags: Dungeon Meshi - Freeform, Delicious in Dungeon - Freeform, Ghost Hunting AU, Ghosthunters - Freeform, just for fun, nothing too serious, Not Beta Read, Just silly little adventures, maybe minor plot later, mild chilshi, mild farcille Summary:

“Did I do something wrong?” A small Falin asked as her brother lay in bed. Laios returned a chuckle to her concerns.

“No, ghost magic is cool. You should study it!” Laios said with a wide smile. Falin gleamed back.

“Really!”

“Yeah! You could be a priest or a cleric...traveling exorcist sounds cool too!” The two of them laughed and fantasized over future adventures.

 The image of the younger siblings burned into Laios’ memory as he looks up at the ice cream parlor in front of him. He blinked as the sign towered over him, reading: Jewel’s Ice Cream Parlor.

Or

The sillies go on silly ghost hunting adventures. Inspired by Garrett Watts and brain rot

[sunofaraven]

I wrote another thing!! Silly, spooky, paranormal investigating in the form of a multi-POV fic with overlapping timelines. Can you solve the ghost type before the characters do?

GIGS expect to encounter your average spirit when they take a job on Edgefield Road. But as things start to go wrong, Impulse suspects the team are in for way more than they bargained for; Grian's sure he's forgotten something important; Skizz thinks that one of the team is hiding something from them; and Scar just wants to talk about Star Wars...

Our first POV is Impulse!

I will be posting all the chapters this week!

[heartinhyacinth]

Ghost hunting au

[chickycherrycola]

for the imaginary fic game: "Disorderly Spirits" involving Death and Stein

Okay this title just screams 'Ghost Hunting AU' to me and I'm a little obsessed with the idea I came up with, thank you anon:

Director Mort looks exactly as Stein remembers him-the same mischievous glint in his endlessly dark eyes, the same ageless pallor in the planes of his pale face. Opening the front door is like stepping backward in time to the very day Stein left the Force, and suddenly he's no longer standing in the shadowy foyer of his home but rather, he's back at headquarters, in the Director's bright, airy office, patiently awaiting his next assignment. "Franken," Mort says, in that unsettingly cheerful, lighthearted voice of his, the one that's still seared into Stein's memory even after all these years. "You're looking well. I'm terribly sorry to drop in at this late hour, but... I have news about your former partner that I think you ought to hear."

Eheheh I could have written waaaay more than five sentences for this one. I'll let it marinate in the old brain cauldron and see what might become of it in the future! 👻💀🧪

Send me a character/pairing and a title to get five lines of an imaginary fic!

[aracloudly]

smiling friends au but the office is actually a paranormal activity monitoring business and charlie and pim hunt ghosts !! :D

[larabeedrawin]

A lil’ smooch to make the bad things go away ❤️🩵

For Fine Lines as part of the 2023 Renga Bang

[queenofbaws]

how i decide whether dialogue feels in-character when writing the curator: imagine the computer from courage the cowardly dog saying it. does it fit? good. that's the curator.

[felinecryptid]

Chasing Pasts in Shadows

or the madcleradin paranormal investigators au i had to write

part 1 | part 2

Will had a really bad feeling about this.

"Wheeler, are you sure this is the right address?" Max asked from the backseat, her voice a strange mix of amusement and exasperation.

"You saw the google maps, I saw the google maps, there's no way this is the wrong place," Mike said, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "I mean, unless google lied to us,"

"Wouldn't be the first time," Max grumbled.

"We should go talk with Mr Reyes," Will interrupted their imminent squabble session. "I know he said his house was big, but this is kind of ridiculous."

Ridiculous was a gross understatement. Mr Reyes had called their little company a few days ago, asking them to have a look around because he felt some disturbance in and around his 'cottage'. This 'cottage' was a mansion bordering on a manor. Afternoon sun hit the stone perfectly, making them glow and glitter; the shade and light somehow complemented the bursting gardens of mauve pansies and chrome daffodils and bright bougainvillaea. Will could see ivy crawling up the side of the house, while grapevines curled up and around the thick fencing. His hands twitched to paint the sight.

Focus on the task, William. He shook himself out of the reverie to see Mike and Max get out of their car, which was held together by the mechanical prowess of El and the engineer genius, Dustin. Mike got in the trunk of the car to pull out their regular equipment, while Max stalked the perimeter, looking for something Will never understood. She claimed she could feel 'energies', traces of paranormal activity. That was the only time Mike agreed with her, talking about some 'vibrations' and temperature, and  2 years of animosity over El evaporated just like that.

Will took out his phone to look over the information Dustin gathered when Mike cursed quietly.

This wasn't unusual in itself, Mike talked to himself a lot, when doing anything technical or investigation related, it helped him keep track of stuff he's doing. Will loved hearing his occasional little remarks about the tripod being an inconsiderate asshole or the wires being unnecessarily difficult, it made Will's day. Then again Will loved everything about Mike Wheeler, his sarcasm, his insistence that aliens existed, the curl above his right eyebrow, his eyes that seemed to contain depths of thoughts inconceivable-

Will had to get his huge crush on Mike under control.

"Mike? Is everything alright?" Will turned around, finding Mike frowning at a regular camera.

Mike shook his head. "I'm sure it's nothing," He trailed off, "Max! Get your ass here!" He yelled to Max who was doing something on the far side of the fence.

"What's up, Wheeler?"

Mike looked a little troubled, but he quickly smoothed out his features. "You remember how Dustin and I meticulously recharged every battery last night? It's dead now. I was trying to click a picture of the house- It isn't turning on,"

Max took the camera, inspecting every part of it. "Are you sure you put it in correctly? Plus to plus and all?"

Mike bristled, "Of course I did, I was in the AV club, Mayfield. I thought you might sense something,"

"Do you?"

Mike hesitated a little, "No."

Will was getting concerned. "Max, can you check the rest of the stuff? I have to go through the questions and the information Dustin found for us. Mike, come with me for a sec," Will dragged Mike away by his wrist, putting some distance between them and the exceptionally sharp ears of Max. "Mike? You good? You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if I don't understand what you are talking about, I'm still here for you," Mike frowned as if he didn't quite believe Will.

"Yeah, I think I'm okay. I just thought,” Mike hesitated, fiddling with the string of his ‘Mother Mother’ hoodie.

“You can tell me, Mike. It’s okay,” Wil could see the tension on Mike’s face. He wanted to smooth the wrinkles on his forehead. He didn't.

“It’s weird. I know Dustin and I charged the devices yesterday. It shouldn’t be dead. Dustin even joked about using those things for 48 hours straight,” Mike pulled at the hair curling around his ear. “I’d say this was something paranormal and spooky, but there was nothing to sense, no fields or vibrations or whatever. It was as if the battery died after being used. Plus our phones still work, so whatever it is, it is targeting our equipment specifically. And our equipment doesn't use any wireless networks to operate, so this cannot be from any overhead disrupter.”

Will silently marvelled at the stuff Mike had deduced within minutes. “We’ll fix it, Mike.”

“You’d know you wouldn’t have to if you hung around for half a second more instead of running off to flirt,” Max barged in, holding the camera, beeping the “20% battery left” message.

Will sputtered, as Mike did the same.

“It’s not like that!”

“Mayfield, shut up!”

Max looked at them, with an expression that read ‘are you fucking kidding me’. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“How long have you been eavesdropping?!” Mike said, affronted by the notion.

“Don’t get your pants in a twist, I just heard something about wireless networks, chill,” Max sniffed. “Can we go meet the old dude now or you both want to take another millennium to confess your undying love for each other?”

“Yeah, let's go.” Will awkwardly walked to the huge kissing gate, pushing it open and power walking in, just to avoid Max’s obnoxious remarks. He hadn't seen the questions to ask or the briefing Dustin had sent, but nothing could go wrong this early, right?

***

poor, naive will.

ive already written more of it, i just decided to post it scene by scene bc it'll be more frequently updated. this isn't betad at all so lemme know if anyone finds any mistakes or typos (be gentle please this is my first time writing fanfic)

this is set in 2022, so modern au bc i don't have enough knowledge about ghost hunting in 90's america and the party doing gen z things is too chaotic to pass up. they just have Instagram and tiktok, but no yt channel.

Will is kind of their leader and one of the two active investigators but they all have their own tasks to do.

El is a hardware mechanic and social media manager with lucas

Dustin manages the software stuff and their research (Will helps with the research)

Mike is the heart the other active investigator and he can feel paranormal activity and traces ie a dowsing rod for that stuff (based on that scene where mike reaches for el when she's using her powers to see him in s2)

Max is the on-site technician and always on camera duty . Also a dowsing rod for paranormal activity.

Lucas manages their social media and appearance and takes clients (mike and max help to check their authenticity) and plans their entire schedule bc they are still students and time is precious

lumax are together

they operate out of mike's garage

i think that's all the bg info i can remember for now

inspired by/ based on @dis-a-ppointment 's moodboard and @aeilus 's art

@swordsandskeletons thank you for hyping me up and being generally excited for this💞💞

next part will be up 20 April, at 1800 IST, come scream at me if i forget 🙂

[legofanguy]

Scooby-Doo Ghost hunting AU

A Scooby-Doo Ghost Hunting AU for @klayr-de-gall event AU-gust 2024 day 27 ghost hunting.

Fred Roger and his team of ghost finders including Shaggy Rogers, Velma Dinkley, and Daphne Blake arrived at the old lighthouse and Fred said to his team, "Alright gang, this is the Culter's Lighthouse, where it has been said that the ghost of the late Captain Cutler, the lighthouse keeper, haunt this lighthouse." Shaggy said to his friend, "This place is kinda spooky as it get dark. Should we go home?" and Fred said to Shaggy, "No, not until we find proof of Captain Culter's ghost." and the four teenagers enter the lighthouse. While inside, Daphne ask Fred, "Fred, are you trying to find proof of Captain Culter's ghost.... so you can find your late mother's ghost?" and Fred didn't answer while Velma set up motion sensers around the lighthouse.

As the four climb the lighthouse stars, they hear a beep and Velma said, "One of the motion sensers downstairs! It just went off!" and Fred ask, "Captain Culter, are you there?" and Shaggy said, "If you are, please leave." The blond hair teenage boy turn to his friend and said, "Shaggy..." which Shaggy reply, "What? I don't think he is a friendly ghost." Soon, the glowing green ghost of a diver appear before the four teenagers and they quickly run downstairs in fear.

[mothmanavenue]

everything’s growing in our garden you don’t have to know that it’s haunted

[yxnswife]

finals beating my bum cheeks but here, have some crumbs from the ghost-hunting au 🫶

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The video cuts off abruptly.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Leila stares blankly at her screen, eyes wide as the video finishes and the story icon disappears.

“What?”

Leila lifts her head from her phone, mouth agape as she stares at her best friend. Imani lays opposite on the couch, eyebrow raised, and face twisted in confusion.

“Johnny Cage just posted to his story,” Leila says as she scrambles over blankets and limbs to try and shove her phone under Imani's nose. Her fingers clumsily fumble to pull up the video.

Imani makes a noise of discomfort at the rough treatment of her legs under the blanket but gives her attention to the screen.

When the video ends a second time, Imani angles her head, face unimpressed.

“Yeah, and?”

Offense writes itself across Leila's face. “Do you know what this means?”

“That your favorite actor is trying to be another one of those wack-ass ghost hunters?”

“Paranormal investigators,” Leila corrects, “and no. He isn't trying to be anything. If anyone can find proof of spirits, it's him.” Leila says it with such conviction that Imani almost doesn't want to laugh.

“The martial arts movie star? We are talking about the same guy, right? The dude from Ninja Mime?” Leila can't be serious about this. This Cage guy was no better than some YouTuber.

A vague recollection pops into Imani's head. “Wait,” she pauses, eyes flicking from the phone and back to Leila's face, “is this a dig at Ethan Sterling? For that whole Spirit Endeavors thing?”

Leila opens her mouth, no doubt to refute that statement, but freezes. Her eyes widen impossibly further as understanding takes hold. “Oh, holy shit, Imani, it is! This is totally to get back at that douchebag. Oh, that settles it, we're so watching the stream tonight. Cancel all your plans, this is more important.”