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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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painkiller (part three of lessons in alchemy)

barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU

summary: After a rocky start, you and Eddie seem to be turning over a new leaf, but a small misunderstanding is sure to change that. You help set up the cafe for the Halloween party, which you end up going to after much begging by Colette, you try to make Eddie jealous and a healthy dose of liquid courage helps things get sentimental.

cw: 4k words, jealous!eddie, swearing, allusion to smut, reader being essentially a sensitive baby, some miscommunication, eddie being a softie for reader, no y/n, no physical description of reader, boys being silly, mention of throwing up/ retching, drinking (everyone is of age), it gets a little bit fluffy towards the end

read part 1 here, part 2 here

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"You guys fucked??" Colette's voice booms in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Colette, the whole freeway didn't need to know that. And no, we didn't fuck" you take the exit that brings you into Daisy Street, the one towards the cafe.

"Then what? Steve keeps talking about how you guys look at each other like you wanna run to the back and fuck like bunnies" she nudges at you and you roll your eyes.

"Remind me to ask Steve to drive you to work next time, since you guys are such good friends" you smile at her.

"Yeah, whatever, so what happened?" she nibbles at her bagel.

You take a deep breath in. There are no secrets between you and Colette. "Well, he... spanked me" you hear her gasp, without giving her time to start talking you keep going; "Then he took me to his office and fingered me, but he didn't let me um...finish because I wouldn't apologize to him. Then he drove me home" you say, all in one breath.

"You kinky bitch" she laughs, a hearty laugh. After she comes down from her fit, she continues, almost like a phantom hand slapped some sense into her. "But what an asshole! Because you wouldn't apologize to him? And he drove you home?"

"I swear he's so confusing. He wouldn't let me take the bus." You just got your car back after two days without it because of a leak. You pull up into the parking lot.

"Shit, he's outside" you whisper. He's sitting on the curb, cigarette in hand, scrolling through his phone. Something tells you he isn't there to make drinks today. His hair is down and he's wearing chunky rings in both hands. You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it.

As much of an asshole as he is, you've been replaying the night before on a loop for the whole morning. You swallow.

"Too late to turn back and make a run for it" Colette quips as you park the car as further as possible from him.

"So what, do I just go in like 'Hey fancy seeing you here, remember when your fingers were in me last night?' or do I just ignore him?" you groan as you open your car door, grabbing your bag and jacket.

"Maybe wait for him to speak to you? I dunno. He should apologize, that was fucked" Colette says, closing the car door.

You both walk towards the cafe's front door. Eddie catches your eye immediately. Fuck it, your shift wouldn't start until two- thirty.

"Col, I'll meet you inside. Thanksgiving menu is launching soon, Steve'll have your head if you don't walk in right this second" you joke, she just nudges your shoulder and winks at you, as she disappears inside the cafe.

"Y'know" Eddie speaks, taking a long drag out of his cigarette "you shouldn't gossip about me when I can hear you from around the corner. I take it she knows?" he exhales a cloud of smoke, making you take a ragged breath at the way the smoke falls from his lips.

"Maybe you shouldn't overhear my conversations. Ever thought about that? And so what if she knows? Steve probably knows too" you spit.

"I usually don't tell Steve about the girls I fuck. Last night wasn't even a fuck, really. I just showed you what was so incredibly obvious to the naked eye, sweetheart" he puts the cigarette to his lips again.

"Which is?" you don't have patience for the slow drawl of his voice, sounding like he's just woken up. The way his fingers wrap around the cigarette, his lips puckering up as he sucks into the filter. You shiver.

"That we wanna fuck each other. Don't tell me that you're not looking at me and not thinking about what I did to you last night" Gotcha. He smiles around the cigarette.

"You really do think too highly of yourself" you sit on the curb, keeping a distance between you two.

"I've been thinking about last night the whole morning" he blurts out, putting his cigarette out on the sole of his boots “It was good, but you were kind of a bitch about me not letting you cum. Maybe you should rethink about apologizing” he smirks towards you.

“Well, I don't think last night should have happened at all" you shrug, pretending like the way he's playing with his chain bracelet isn't affecting you. He turns towards you.

"Is that so?" he says, voice a bit lower, gravelly. You inhale, then nod.

He takes out a stack of black papers from a folder in his messenger bag, you take the chance to change the subject.

"What's that?" you ask, trying to peek over the the wall of black posters.

"The posters for the Halloween party next week. My friend Nancy just designed and printed them out for me. I scheduled you on Friday to come in and help with decorating, I'll pay you extra, since it's not in your job description. I'll talk to Jim about it" it's a lie, he just wants to spend more time with you.

"Am I required to come to this thing?" you interject, taking one of the posters in your hands, it's very well designed.

"Well, no. But the staff is invited anyway and I'm gonna be at the bar making free drinks, once a year we turn our bad boy coffee bar into a, y'know bar bar" he says, a movement of his ringed hand follows it.

"Oh, so you're a bartender too? What concoction are you gonna brew for this party, Mr. Alchemist?" you ask, chin propped on your hands. A flirtatious lilt to the way you talk, you bat your eyelashes.

"Guess you gotta come to find out" he winks and stands up, opening the side door to his van.

"Where are you going?" you ask, squinting to look at his face, the sun in your eyes.

"These posters aren't gonna hang themselves around town, are they? I just came here to hang one on the bulletin board and one on the door. Wanna come?"

You're not sure how to feel. He's suddenly being nice to you? And you wanna say yes so badly for some reason, maybe because you're tired of fighting with him and he seems like an actually cool person to be around?

"My shift starts in five minutes" you say, standing up and dusting off your butt.

He shrugs his shoulders "Consider this your shift? You're still technically helping me with the cafe" his tone is bordering a whine, can this man be that desperate to want you to come with him?

You really are pondering your options, it doesn't feel normal that you'd want to go with him instead of a chill shift without Eddie Munson's hovering eyes.

"You coming or not? And the pun was intended" he chuckles to himself as you hit him in the arm.

"You're an asshole" Alright, fuck it.

"You win" you grumble, jumping on the passenger seat of his van. The same van you were in the night before, cursing the man because he had left you unsatisfied.

In the back of the van there are stacks of boxes full of prints. You reach for the black poster he was holding earlier.

"What's 'Corroded Coffin'?"

"The band I'm in" he says, a creeping smile on his lips. Nonchalant, like he hadn't dropped a heavy piece of Eddie lore.

"'Kay so, you're a barista, a bartender, a business owner and you're in a band?!" eyes wide in disbelief as a smug expression appears on the boy's lips.

"The four b's, baby" he laughs "Me, Jeff, Gareth and another dude have been in this band since high school, tried to strike out but uhhhh different plans I guess" his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.

"Lemme guess, you're the drummer?" you ask, finding yourself oddly at ease as he drives the car around town.

He shakes his head, his ratty curls moving around his face "Lead guitar and singer" lips pulled taut in a thin smile, face scrunched up.

"Shut the fuck up, I hate you! That's why you're so fucking slappable" he laughs at your comment as he thrums his ringed fingers along with Love me like a Reptile on the steering wheel. You gulp.

"That's why you're so good with your fingers, then?" it escapes you before you can even register what your brain is computing, but he's turning on his indicators to pull over, because he's quite literally doubled over with laughter.

"Jesus I did a number on you, didn't I sweetheart?" he says in the midst of his fit, and you can feel yourself getting hot, embarrassed, like he's making fun of you.

You really thought that things between you two had smoothed over, but the way he's laughing at you has your cheeks growing in anger, the cockiness exuding from him doesn't spur you on or stoke whatever fire you're kindling, rather it makes you feel humiliated.

You grab your bag and coat, immediately opening the latch to the door of his van. Eddie stops laughing immediately.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he asks, head jerking towards you.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then you can hang your fucking posters by yourself. I’m going back to the store to do what I am actually paid for. Fuck you, Eddie” and he barely has time to reply before you slam the door of his van and you book it back towards the cafe.

The shift feels uneventful, until Colette and Steve take you to the kitchen to sample the menu for the party.

The boy fixes the glasses on his nose as he shows you strawberry brain jellies, spider falafels, mini spiderweb pizzas, and the sketch of a big Halloween cake.

“That was Steve’s idea, actually. It’s blueberry and cream cheese filling on one tier and then I think custard on the second one. You’re gonna die, Steve’s custard is actually to die for” and he blushes at that, a quick brush of his face as his eyes twinkle at the compliment.

Steve and Colette have been spending a lot of time together after all, you chuckle to yourself as you reach for the spoons with the cream filling samples. Colette was not wrong, that custard is an incredible explosion of lemon and milk and vanilla, you're astounded that Steve and Colette were able to pull this off in such a short time.

There isn't much you can tell them, as their culinary talent greatly exceeds yours, wondering why they didn't ask Eddie to do the tasting, who seemed nowhere to be found for the rest of your shift.

On Friday, he seems to be quite busy with various movers and decoration people to even pay attention to you as Jeff stands on a ladder with you yelling "higher!" every time he tries to hang a string of lights.

"Well, I'm a barista, not a fucking architect" he yells from atop of the ladder, as Gareth rolls out a bunch of boxes sitting in a cart.

"What's that?" you ask, still making Jeff mess with the purple string lights “to the right, man!”

You hear him groan.

"Our twelve- foot skeleton" he replies, taking the plastic parts out "good thing our ceilings are tall" he snickers as Jeff finishes setting up the lights and comes down.

"Why the fuck do you have a twelve- foot skeleton?" you lean against the ladder, watching him take the bone parts out of the boxes and setting up the first few bits.

"Eddie thought it would be hilarious if we got one our first year of doing these Halloween parties. We usually get the skeleton something stupid to wear, this year it's a giant clown nose" he laughs as you move the ladder towards him to help facilitate the building of this fucking monster of a decoration.

By the time night rolls, the coffee machines have been removed for the party and replaced with liquors, spirits, glasses and shakers.

Finally Eddie comes out of his office, hair mussed out of his messy bun, eyes puffy and tired as his eyes widen at the decorated party room around him.

Red, orange and purple lights hang around the perimeter of the walls, along with orange tulle fabric and various decorations on the theme of bats, skeletons and pumpkins. The twelve- foot skeleton stood tall in that stupid clown nose, at which he laughed at. He shot you a pained look before leaning on the bar counter.

“Wow you guys, you’ve really outdone yourselves this year” he mutters, taking a close look around at all the decorations.

“It was the girls, really, they’ve just been bossing us around the whole day” Gareth responds “we’ve just been their lackeys” he laughs.

“Regardless of that, I just wanted to thank you all for the splendid job, we should be expecting around 150 people in here tomorrow night, hope you guys are ready to party. Now get the fuck out of here” Eddie says as he motions for you and everyone else to leave as the guys protest “go get some rest, it’s literally midnight”

There’s a clamor of voices as you vacate the cafe, discussing costumes for the party, how fucked up everyone’s gonna get- Eddie being the last to leave and lock the door.

Before heading to his van, though he surpasses you, walking to your car.

“I trust you’ll be there tomorrow? You must be fun at parties, right?” he snickers, you roll your eyes.

“Sorry, Ed, previous engagement I have to attend to. Devastated to be missing the party of the decade, I’ll send a postcard” you unabashedly lie, there’s no reason you should be going to that party.

You give him a sour smile and head towards your car, as he stands stunned in the middle of the parking lot.

Without much ceremonies, you and Colette get in the car.

“Are you actually not going tomorrow?” your friend is outraged, a betrayed tone tinging her words.

“I dunno, I really don’t wanna see Eddie’s stupid face, plus I don’t have a costume” you shrug, entering the freeway.

You could do what you’ve always done since college- a sexy cat, make Eddie sizzle a bit, an unspoken revenge towards that unsatisfactory night where he refused to push you off the edge.

You don’t know what this is, whatever game you both are playing, a never ending tug of war of power and stupid fucking remarks at the expense of one another- why can’t you just sleep with him and get it over with?

“I’ll get you a fucking costume, babe! Just please come, Steve is being really weird to me and trying to ask me out, I’ll buy you lunch, dinner- anything” she begs, and you don’t see why Steve asking her out should be an issue, he’s handsome and the way he looks at her and the way she talks about him seems to be special, something you’ve never had in a person.

“Colette, I honestly do not see the problem in Steve trying to ask you out. You like him!” you bang your hands on the steering wheel in frustration, why can’t anything ever be easy?

“I like him in the sense that I want to fuck him, not go out with him. Besides, Gin isn’t going and Chrissy has a midterm Monday so she’s gonna have to dip early. Do you really wanna leave me in the middle of a pool of nerdy men?” she’s whining and pleading with you, it almost makes you fold. Almost.

“C’mon, I wouldn’t dream of doing that to you” she bats her big eyes, and she’s right, she wouldn’t do that to you because she knows that men put you off, being surrounded by them even so.

“Alright, fine, and you don’t have to get me a costume. Sexy cat is the way to go” you grin at her as she gets out of the car blowing you a kiss.

“I love love love you, I’ll see you tomorrow” Colette runs inside after that.

You can’t say no to her.

And that’s why you find yourself in the midst of countless amounts of people, a third martini and a couple shots in and Colette is nowhere to be found.

Eddie, on the other hand, is at the bar. Tight, black, form fitting shirt, his face looking pale and pasty as a rivulet of what looked like fake blood dripped out of his mouth. You could only see it when he smiled, but he had glued fake fangs on his incisors- a vampire, how original.

You approach him at the bar, mind already loosened and buzzed, as he’s pouring a drink out.

“Was expecting something more original than a vampire from you” you scream over the music. A smile creeps on his lips, and you have to admit, the fangs are really doing it for you.

“I was expecting nothing less from you, though.Thought you weren’t coming?” he leans against the bar counter, his arms flexing from the exertion of shaking drinks for the past hour and a half. You stare, and he’s sure you are.

“Didn’t wanna come, Colette begged me to save her from Steve asking her out, so now I’m here” you take one last swig out of your martini glass “that’s really good, actually, can I have another one?”

Eddie shakes his head “Steve’s asking Colette out? When was this?”

You shrug “apparently it’s been going on for a while. Honestly, I don’t know how she does it, I would not be able to resist Steve’s cute little puppy eyes” and here it is. The drunken ramble.

“Honestly I don’t know how you all do it, I’d be ogling at Steve and not getting any work done, actually. Have you seen his arms?” you giggle, maybe at an attempt to make Eddie jealous, maybe because those were your actual thoughts.

Either way, that made Eddie’s stomach turn in a way that he wasn’t liking. How you were staring at Steve, in his Marty McFly costume, the tight pants and the coiffed hair- biting your lip like you weren’t talking about his best friend.

He chalked it up to drunkenness, the intoxication vivid on your blushy cheeks, as jealousy bubbled in the back of his mind, a small version of himself in his head wishing you’d talk about him like that.

“Yeah, I’m not making you any more martinis” he says, a dry chuckle escaping him.

“Boo, first you don’t make me cum and then you take the martinis away from me? You’re an absolute bore, Eddie Munson” and you fake yawn with that, a silly laugh follows it.

“Sweetheart, you might not want to talk about that in a room full of people” he leans against the counter, and his fangs are looking really good in the glistening purple party lights.

“Are you suggesting we go somewhere private to talk about it?” you wiggle your eyebrows, which makes Eddie’s eyes roll.

Taking care of your drunk self for the rest of the night is the last thing he wants to do.

“No, I’m suggesting you go home. You’re drunk” he yells, shaking another drink and pouring it into a cup.

“I’m actually fine, thank you. I’m gonna go talk to Steve” pettily you stand up, turning away from him and booking it towards Steve, who is trying to talk to Colette.

You don’t make it far, though as you go back to the bar wobbling, stomach churning with bile threatening to leave your mouth.

“Eddie, I don’t feel so good” and he damns himself for how fast he comes around the bar to drag you to the employee bathroom.

You’re kneeled on the black tile, dress hiking up your thighs as Eddie holds your hair as you fight for your life bent over the toilet.

Eddie’s hand is running up and down your spine, the thin shirt making you feel every ridge and callus, as he feels your back flex and relax with every retch.

“It’s okay, let it out” he says, every time you tense up. You’re sobbing in between.

Cries of “I’m sorry, Eddie” and “It’s okay, I got it, you can go” echo in the tiled room, but he stays. His hand firmly planted on your back, caressing, a stoic expression on his face when you emerge, finally done and a bit more clear- headed.

“You good to stand up?” he asks, you nod meekly as he hooks his arms around yours, holding you up to walk to the sink. He opens the cabinet and takes out a little bottle of mouthwash, still holding an arm around you to help you stand.

“Wash your mouth, then take some of this” you watch him bewildered as he opens the faucet, and you lean over the sink, the fresh water is a relief against the acidity your taste buds have had to endure, not caring that it would wipe some of your makeup off.

“‘M sorry, Eddie” you mumble in a whine, between gurgling the tap water and spitting it out.

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you home after this” he says, as he turns off the faucet and feeds you the blue liquid, watching you rinse and gargle it, spitting it out.

“I’m okay now” you sigh, defeat in your voice as you escape from his grasp to sit down on the tiled floor.

Concern tinges his face as he runs to sit next to you “Do you have to throw up again?” you shake your head.

He looks at you, eyes glossy and a bit teary, your nose and cheeks reddened from the alcohol, or from the exertion of throwing up, your lips swollen. God, he really wants to kiss you.

“Thank you, Eddie” it’s a whisper, ashamed as you look at him. Fangs and all, with the bright white fluorescents hitting him, hair mussed up and sweaty and a look in his eyes that makes you soften a bit.

“Yeah, it’s- uh- no problem” he mumbles, he sees you shiver. He wants to put an arm around you, give you his jacket that he left in his office, but he wouldn’t dare leave you for fear of you leaving him and not coming back.

So you just hold yourself flush against him, he’s still warm from the crowded room of bodies and smells like a smoky cologne, leathery with a hint of coffee. The fluorescent lights buzz and it’s the only sound in the bathroom and he tries to fight the urge to not put an arm around you, but when he does, you look at him. Big brown eyes staring into yours, bewildered and a little relieved, you haven’t run away yet.

The makeup around your eyes is a bit smudged from the sobbing, stray glitter under your bottom eyelashes, he silently puts his thumb on it, getting black make-up and glitter all over his finger as his hand rests on your cheek. You blink.

The breath in his chest is trapped, waiting with bated breath for you to come to your senses, leave him angry on the bathroom floor, like you did a few days before.

Instead you stay, as you move in and kiss him.

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jumbojazzcats93 · 4 months

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PTOLEMAEA - Soap

Summary - You meet a charming Stanger while hitchhiking.

Tags/Warnings - Ethel Cain's Thoroughfare, GN reader, dark content, gore, murder, cannibalism, death, noncanon, obsessive love, toxic love

Banner by @/benkeibear @glossysoap @divine--serenity @violet-phantoms @lordlydragon @quietlyignoringyou

Word Count - 1K

He thought she looked so wildly beautiful the first time he saw her. With wind whipped hair, an old satchel and some well trodden clothes; holding her thumb out as she edged the freeway. He was unable to drive passed her, so he pulled over and asked where she was heading and despite signaling she wanted a ride, she looked tense and flighty. He noticed the hilt of a pistol sticking from her pants side pocket where she clenched her fist over and over. "Don't you worry now, m'eudail. I'll take you anywhere you wanna go.", and with that, she jumped in to join him.

You were silent, observing, but you didn't seem to dislike his chatter. He told you about his family and how loving they were. How after his parents passing he left to travel the world; how he wanted to find the love that they had together for himself. When you revealed you didn't really know where you were going, just anywhere but home, he suggested you join him. "Well, lass, how about you come see the west coast with me? Some company is surely welcomed on this never ending journey of ours." That was when he saw his first smile. A hesitant, crooked smile followed by a small chuckle, "Sure as hell beats walkin' don't it?"

Over months of travel he began to crack open your shell. Months of conversations over meals. Months of hours spent on the road together. Months of sharing motel rooms and beds. Months spent unknowingly falling in love with you. You said you didn't believe in love, you'd never felt it from anyone in your life, but were hopeful his search could change that. He had no idea he was the only man to ever show you kindliness and respect with nothing expected in return...

No idea you had fallen in love with him; him and his endless outpour of kindness and warmth, within just the first few weeks of traveling together.

He watched you take in the cross country sights of small towns, busy cities, open country and untouched forests. Watched as you learned to bear your soul to someone for the first time. The search for his love had been long forgotten. How could he see anyone other than the sweet, timid little thing in his passenger seat? He got you all the way to the coast before he could put words to it. You had told him how sorry you were that he didn't find the love he was searching for as he looked out over the California coast and he chuckled as he responded, "Well... I still made it this far without it." You caught his gaze as he turned to you and he thought then that with the wind in your hair, in those old clothes and with that open expression on your face; he had never seen anyone more beautiful. You looked just like you did the day he found you. "Well, maybe not...", he whispered into the sea breeze. "Look at what I've got." Your eyes were stuck to his as he said, "You might not be my love... but Bonnie I doubt it."

He asked you to stay with him. Keep traveling with him and keep exploring with him, taste the night scene of California for a little while. He couldn't let you go. Not when he'd found what he'd been looking for all his life. He needed more of you. His gaze betrayed it, too. You could see it in his eyes that he was consumed by his love for you, but you couldn't recognize it for what it was. Obsession. He wanted to experience everything there was with you.... but it started to prove too much. Too overwhelming. The drugs and the people, the liquor and the lights, his eyes and his gaze. You could see it in his eyes... and even if your mind couldn't recognize it your intuition knew it was no good. You wanted it to stop, but what? You had no idea what you were seeing, so how could Johnny know what to do? The deeper into the drugs he went, the more you felt it. You felt it the night you slept together and he bit you so hard you bled into his mouth. You felt it on your skin like you were on fire.

He promised, promised, promised, promised.

"I need you. I love you. I need you. I love you."

It became frantic, he felt manic; he swore he was suffering under the weight of his love. You had no idea the lengths he could go... You could see it in his eyes, but you had nothing to compare this love to. Everything seems normal when it's the first time. How could you know what you don't know? You couldn't see what was whispering in his ear... what was breathing down your neck.

His eyes. He won't stop looking at you. You didn't know him. You wanted it all to stop. "Please don't look at me. It's too much." He keeps looking at you and you can see it. The shadows. You could see them in his eyes; you couldn't lead him away from them, couldn't bring him back. There was nothing you could do. It had already been done. You just wanted to be his and you wondered if it made him sick. If you were turning in his stomach. Burning his throat. Souring his mouth.

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

You wondered if it finally felt like enough to him. If he finally felt he had received all of you. His freezer bride. He was so handsome as he stood over you. Consuming you. Drinking you in. Your life in his hands. Were you making him sick? You wanted him to know that you didn't blame him. Please, don't think about it too hard. Please, just tuck away that bloody Polaroid. You wanted to tell him as he tore you apart that no matter how your taste sated him, he would never have all of you. Not now.

Not the way Death did.

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 months

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(Based on the movie “Speed” starring Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock)

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arcaneacolyte · 3 months

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Not me furiously writing this idea dump/ficlet on my phone at the kitchen table to get the idea down and then running here to post it 🤣 CW: Phantom (Aeon) Pillow Humping, Voyeurism, Unresolved and Resolved Sexual Tension, Polyghouls ⛧——————⛧ Thinking about Phantom coming into his Earthly sexual awakening while on his first tour. Everything leading up to the tour was so busy and chaotic and filled with him learning how to be the rhythm guitarist for the band that he didn't really have much time to look into or even really think about sex beyond a quick hand or a pillow hump when he gets too pent up.

But then he's in a tour bus with 8 other Ghouls, all whom have high libidos, and suddenly his body decides to really start waking up and making literally everything about his packmates attractive. There's not one of them that he isn't wildly attracted to, and it starts to become a problem because he's going to be spending extended time with them in enclosed spaces for the next six months.

This is where I think his humping tendencies come from. He's so dizzily attracted to them all, but he feels like he doesn't want to mess things up, move too fast or commit a social faux pas and then end up stuck in an eternally awkward situation for the rest of the tour. He'd honestly almost rather be sent back to the Pit than have to deal with his pack hating him for any reason.

So at night, he almost always rubs one out by laying on his stomach and either humping the mattress of his little bunk, or taking his pillow and shoving it up under his hips, almost biting through his lip to hold in his little whimpers and squeaks and moans. He tries to hold it in, but after a while he just can't help it, accidentally teasing himself to the point where he's so desperate that his hips just start moving without thinking about it.

Of course the others know. Yes he might be able to stay relatively quiet for the most part, but that has nothing to do with the smell of him. He reeks of pent up Ghoul more often than not, and the only reason why no one has pounced on him yet is that they see his hesitation, and also don't want him to feel pressured. It's a silly miscommunication thing, but eventually, I think someone has to stop Phantom from stinking up the bus and staring longingly at the rest of them with those big little puppy bat eyes.

I imagine either Dew or Swiss would finally think enough is enough, and hatch a plan. A way to show Phantom that the desire is mutual without having to confront him about it because the little Quint will just deny till he's purple (more purple) in the face.

Late night on the bus and all the pack is asleep for the most part, but the telltale desperation leaks from Phantom's bunk, and either Swiss or Dew's bunk is right across the isle. A little curtain on both bunks is the only thing visually separating them, and either Dew or Swiss start jerking off, being a little louder and perhaps a little more showy, letting the curtain on their side be open just enough that you wouldn't directly see what they were doing, but it'd be obvious by the movement of their arm and the soft moans from their lips.

Phantoms heard sex on the bus plenty of times, and bites on a whimper as he starts to grind a little against the mattress. But what's different is that after a moment he hears his name on a sigh and he freezes, eyes bulging open, thinking he's been caught. But no, there's no other movement besides soft 'schlicking' sounds. Telltale that someone is getting themselves off.

Phantom's body flashes with heat so strong he gets dizzy, his cock blurting wetly into his underwear, and he actually almost bites through his lip to keep his noises down.

He has to see if he can see, he just has to at this point. As carefully as he can, he scoots close to the curtain, and edges it open just enough so he can peek his eye out and look.

And there's just enough light of passing freeway lights that Phantom can see the profile of either Swiss or Dew; chin to chest and panting softly, gentle moans slipping past their lips every once in a while and of course poor little Phantom can't stop his hips now, not when met with such a vision. As much as his eyes want to slip closed he keeps them open, enraptured with the beauty of the Ghoul across from him.

After what could be seconds or hours—Phantom's mind cant focus on the passage of time of all things with this vision in front of him—the utterance of his name once more catches his attention, and this time he gasps when he sees the other Ghoul tilting their head to look towards his bunk, their eyebrows pinched in desire and longing. Phantom can't help it, he cums right then, an obvious keen slipping past his lips as the force of his orgasm causes him to curl in on himself. He empties cum all over the inside of his briefs, it soaking through and pushed into his sheets by his still humping hips.

Unfortunately he doesn't see the other Ghoul's orgasm, but finally comes back up to Earth after another period of time he can't account for. His bunk curtain pulls back suddenly, and he almost shrieks, but he watches at the other Ghoul leans back in his bunk, a satisfied look on his face.

Phantom watches, hardly breathing and petrified at being caught, but either Swiss or Dew just settles back down, a flush of pleasure and exertion still touching their cheeks. They scoot to the edge of the mattress on their side before reaching a lazy hand over the gap of the isle.

The small Quint Ghoul stares from hand to face and back again for several long moments, before the Ghoul across from him offers a fond little smile, and wiggles their fingers in invitation.

Tentatively scooting to the edge of his own bunk, Phantom reaches out with a shaking limb, just far enough to hook fingers with the other Ghoul. He gets a little squeeze and maybe a wink in return, plus a hushed little "we want you" with enough conviction that makes Phantom's heart pound and his face flush up a pretty violet.

Content with his message, the Ghoul across the isle smiles fondly again, and offers a small little peck to the air, and it takes Phantom a moment to realize it's for him. Before he can offer his own in return, the other Ghoul releases his fingers with one more squeeze, and settles down to go to sleep.

Phantom pulls his fingers back and pulls them to his lips, the pads of them still tingling from the contact.

They want him?? They want him.

The giddy little breathless giggle that comes out of his mouth makes the other Ghoul smile.

There, problem solved.

Afterwards Phantom becomes so much more comfortable. Not only does his pack want him physically, but he realizes that they actually do want him there on the tour, in their pack, part of their lives. It gets so much easier after that.

Not to say that doesn't stop Phantom's humping habits of course.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #polyghouls #cw: voyeurism #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #nsft #ghost fanfic #ghost ficlet #my writing #he's just a lil guy who needs a little encouragement and all bets are off #I am obsessed with humpy Phantom #like a dumb lil puppy who needs permission

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*in the style of the “Computer, how do i put The Joke in the Phantom Zone— quickest route, no freeways.” TikTok audio*

Internet, how do I write smut while being an ace-spec virgin who understands that adult media isn’t accurate to any real life experience. Quickest route, no straight white woman romance novel word usage.

#minors dni #suggestive #when I tell you I have like 15 smut oneshots I’ve started and never finished #for so many fandoms. for so many years

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New Wetlands in Central Valley, Phantom Smoke in Sierras

Oct. 15, 2023

Day one of our Denver expedition took us through South Lake Tahoe and into Carson City, NV. I don't usually have very eventful photos from the first gifting day on account of going through places we've already gifted. The sky over everywhere we've gifted was blue and clear and DOR sky could be seen only in the far distance, all the way through the Central Valley and into Nevada. Our gifting began once again once we hit Highway 50 just past Sacramento.

There were new wetlands in the Central Valley that I wish I could have gotten a better photo of, but it was difficult from the freeway. There were beautiful reeds and water birds and grazing cattle along the water. These wetlands went on for miles and I have never seen them before, even though I've been on that drive more times than I can count.

In the Sierras around South Lake Tahoe, the air looked smoky and i could smell it too. There were thousands of acres of burned trees, but this was from a past wildfire. We wondered where the fire was. So I checked the Cal Fire incident map and found nothing! The three fires on the map from farther north are long out, with the last updates by Cal Fire in early September.

There is no active fire up in the Sierras currently, so the smoke would have had to be from a prescribed burn. With the background of burned trees from a past fire, this scene could really screw with people's heads. That seems to be the idea with the prescribed burns now.

We gifted all the towers along Highway 50 and places that needed the energetic boost like wildfire areas. We will continue into Utah tomorrow.

#orgone #orgone energy #orgonite #orgonite gifting #california #nevada #lake tahoe #carson city #sacramento #central valley #wetlands #mountains #wildfires #geo-restoration #planetary healing

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 8 months

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vampy when he was planning his first date with bb: Computer, how do I put the Joker in the phantom zone? Quickest route, no freeways!!…….PUTER DO YOU HEAR ME??

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trashmenace · 1 month

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K'ing Kung-Fu 1: Son of the Flying Tiger by Marshall Macao

K'ing Kung-Fu 1 Son of the Flying Tiger by Marshall Macao (Thaddeus Thallejah or maybe Sandy Sidar) 1973, Freeway Press Cover by Barry Smith

Chong Fei K'ing is the orphaned half-American, half-Chinese son of the Flying Tiger, an American pilot who assisted the Chinese in World War II. He's being trained in Kung Fu by master Lin Fong, mostly just hanging around the desert.

K'ing is joined by another boy, Kak, who is more impulsive and has a dark side. They are challenged by an evil American master and things get very Jedi. There's a backstory involving an Atlantis/Shangri-La city destroyed in a war between the good Blue Circle and evil Red Circle. Fong warns the kids not to kill the Red Circle challengers or they will turn to the dark, um, red side. This despite the fact that they've killed scores of Stromtr-, er, opium smugglers.

It's all very, very Star Wars, three years early. I doubt very much that Lucas was inspired directly like he was by, say, Far Out Space Nuts. I imagine both were influenced by episodes of Carradine's Kung Fu.

We're in origin story mode, with little else going on, so I suspect future installments will have more plot. The fight scenes worked well for me, not quite blow for blow, but it didn't rely on one-strike kills like Mace. The fight prose combined exotic martial arts moves with brutal violence, can't go wrong with that.

This series was advertised as having monthly releases. There were six in the series, with a phantom seventh that was announced but never released.

Years ago this was one of the first books I bought for Kindle, probably available as a bootleg in the more wild west days of ebooks.

From Amazon

#kung fu #martial arts #men's adventure #book review

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princess-of-the-corner · 10 months

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Ask Team Phantom: Your ghost dog is chasing cars on the freeway again.

Danny groans but goes to deal with it

#phantom answers

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missmcspooks · 10 months

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Special 100th Post: Murder By Alphabet

I wanted to do something a little different for my 100th post, and decided to make a simple list of serial killers for every letter of the alphabet. Q and X have been left out due to the fact that nothing exists for those letters so, my apologies!

Atlanta Ripper: Is an unidentified serial killer who’s suspected of killing 15 women in Atlanta between 1909 and 1914. 6 different suspects were found, but no convictions have ever been found. It’s possible that the Atlanta Ripper could be responsible for as many as 21 murders, but there’s no hard evidence that can declare that these murders were committed by the same person.

Bouncing Ball Killer: Is an unidentified serial killer who’s suspected of killing at least 6 women in Los Angeles between May 1959, and June 1960. 3 initial suspects have been cleared, and 5 others have been suspected, but no convictions have been made.

Charlie Chop-off: Is an unidentified serial killer known to have killed 4 children in Manhattan between 1972 and 1973. Police heavily believe that a man named Erno Soto is the killer, as the murders stopped after his arrest, but were let go due to lack of evidence.

Doodler: Is an unidentified serial killer suspected to have killed between 6 and 16 men, and an additional 3 assaults on other men in San Francisco, California. He was given his nickname the “Doodler” due to his signature of sketching his victims before stabbing them to death.

Edward Edwards: Before becoming a serial killer, he was a former fugitive. He escaped from jail in Ohio and held up multiple gas stations before making a run for it to Georgia. He landed himself on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted List by 1961. He was captured in Atlanta, Georgia, and convicted of 5 confirmed murders, but is suspected to have killed 9-15 additional people.

Freeway Phantom: Is an unidentified serial killer who is suspected of killing 5 young girls and one woman in Washington, D.C, between April 1971, and September 1972. There have been multiple suspects, but no convictions have happened.

Grim Sleeper: Lonnie David Franklin Jr. was a serial killer who was responsible for at least 10 murders and one attempted murder in Los Angeles, California, between 1984 and 2007. He gained his nickname as the Grim Sleeper due to appearing to have taken a 14 year break between his murders. He was also convicted of sexual violence and rape.

Hillside Stranglers: Two serial killers named Kenneth Alessio Bianchi, and Angelo Buono Jr. They were convicted for kidnapping, raping, torturing, and killing 10 women together in Los Angeles, California, between October 1977, and February 1978. The victims were between 12 and 28 years old. Bianchi killed two additional women by himself, and were both sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

I-70 Strangler: Is an unidentified serial killer who’s suspected of killing at least twelve boys and men in Ohio and Indiana between June 1980, and October 1991. This case is officially unsolved, but it’s heavily suspected that the serial killer, Herb Baumeister, was the killer. Herb is now deceased, and was convicted for murdering over a dozen men in the early 1990s, some of them last being seen around gay bars. He killed himself after a warrant was out for his arrest.

Willie Ben Jones: Is a serial killer who killed at least sex workers in Richmond, Virginia, between 1980 and 1991. When asked why he killed these women, he replied by stating that they “had to be punished for being sex workers.” He was given 3 consecutive 20 year sentences.

Todd Kohlhepp: Is a serial killer and sex offender who was convicted of killing seven people in South Carolina between 2003 and 2016. He also kidnapped at least one woman, sexually assaulted another, and claims that he’s killed many more.

Leonard Lake: Was a serial killer during the mid 1980s, and was convicted of raping, torturing, and killing 11 women, and is suspected to have killed as many as 25. He also had an accomplice, Charles Ng. They killed their victims at a remote cabin in Wilseyville, California.

Cory Morris: Is a serial killer, rapist, and necrophile who murdered at least 5 sex workers in his trailer in Phoenix, Arizona, between September 2002, and April 2003. He was sentenced to death, but is currently still alive at age 45.

Francis Nemechek: Is a serial killer who killed 4 women and a young boy in Kansas between December 1974, and August 1976. He admitted to the murders and also claimed to have sexually assaulted some of them, but plead not guilty for the reason of insanity, but was found guilty anyway and sentenced to life in prison. He has been denied parole 4 times.

Juan David Ortiz: Is a serial killer and spree killer who killed 4 sex workers in September 2018. He was arrested after a potential victim escaped and contacted the police.

Pleasant Pruitt: Is a serial killer who killed three subsequent wives. He was never charged with killing his first two wives, but ended up taking his own life after he killed his last wife to refrain from going to prison.

Robert Ben Rhoads: Is a serial killer and rapist who was convicted in 1994 for murdering 3 women that he found at truck stops. He’s also suspected of killing as many as 50 women.

Skid Row Stabber: Is an unidentified serial killer who murdered 11 women between 1978 and 1979 in a neighborhood that people liked to call “Skid Row” located in Los Angeles. This neighborhood is known to house a lot of homeless people, who are often subjected to victimization. Bobby Joe Maxwell was arrested, charged, and convicted of the murders, but his conviction was overturned in 2010.

Brandon Tholmer: Is a serial killer and rapist responsible for at least 12 murders of elderly women between January 1981 and October 19823, in Los Angeles' West Side. He gained the nickname “The West Side Rapist.” It’s speculated that he possibly had an accomplice, and could’ve killed up to 34 women.

Andrew Uridales: He was a serial killer who was convicted of murder twice. He was convicted in 2002 for killing 3 women in Illinois, and then convicted in California in 2018 for killing 5 women. He was sentenced to death in California, but killed himself in prison a few months later. He also attacked another woman in 1992, but she thankfully escaped.

Darren Deon Vann: Is a serial killer who was arrested in October 2018 for the murder of Afrikka Hardy (19), in Hammond, Indiana. He also confessed to killing 6 other women, and led the police to all of their bodies, which were found in 5 abandoned structures in Gary, Indiana. He is suspected of killing as many as 18 women.

West Mesa Murders: Is an unidentified serial killer who’s responsible for the murders of 11 women, whose remains were found buried in the desert of West Mesa of Albuquerque, New Mexico, in 2009. There have been multiple suspects, but no one has been charged. The killings were believed to be the work of a serial killer, but they suspect that it’s possible that a sex trafficking ring could’ve been involved.

Robert Lee Yates: Is a serial killer also known as the Grocery Bag Killer, who’s known to have killed at least 11 women Spokane, from 1975 to 1998. He also confessed to killing two additional women in Walla Walla in 1975, and another murder in Skagit County in 1988. In 2002, he was convicted of killing two women in Pierce County and was sentenced to death, but his sentence was later changed to life without parole, as the Washington Supreme Court ruled capital punishment as unconstitutional in 2018.

Zebra Murders: Were a string of racially motivated murders and related attacks committed by a group of four black serial killers in San Francisco, California, between October 1973, and April 1974. They murdered at least 15 people and wounded 8 others. Police gave the case the name "Zebra" after the special police radio band they assigned to the investigation. Some authorities believe that the “Death Angel’s,” as the killers called themselves, may have killed as many as 73 or more victims since 1970.

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I was cruising up the freeway in my Mazda 3, heading home to see my kids, at a respectable 2k over the speed limit... while Meat Loaf was bawling "I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram on a silver Black Phantom bike!" and I wondered where my life went wrong...

#meat loaf

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Looking for Filmmaking Partner

[EDIT: Someone did contact me about this, we wrote around 40% of the story, and then they abruptly quit the project. Leaving this post up for posterity, but I'm no longer looking for a collaborator and you shouldn't expect to ever see anything related to this.]

Hi, I'm trying to make a movie, and I'm looking for a creative partner, preferably another queer person.

[Drawing of a character from the movie I'm doing concept art for]

SKILL STUFF

I guess I should explain what I mean by "creative partner". I myself am a jack of all trades, master of none. My best skill is probably writing; I once co-wrote an erotic novel with someone. I've written many short stories. I've written a lot of non-fiction stuff, mostly film criticism.

[Note: The best stories I've posted on ROM are probably Miss Latrix and Therapy.]

I've done a bunch of filmmaking related things in the past. I once attempted to make a movie with a few friends, and it didn't go very well. I didn't even know what the 180 degree rule was at the time and so the footage didn't edit, and there were a bunch of logistical problems so we didn't get very far.

Most of what I've done, video wise, is porn. I've shot and edited my own oddly ambitious videos before. I've composited in stuff from Blender into my videos. I'm not very good at using Blender but I've dabbled in photogrammetry and I understand, to a certain degree, how to shoot footage in the best way possible for later VFX work.

youtube

I am also a musician. I've recorded a bunch of albums, which can be found on Bandcamp and Itch. I own a lot of audio gear and understand how to do live recording and ADR stuff. [Most of my music is a lot more ambient than this.]

youtube

I also am a decent artist. I know how to draw things in perspective, and putting together a storyboard / previs thing is well within my skillset.

I'm a "generalist", basically, and I'm hoping to find another generalist. Not necissarily someone who can do all of the same things as me, but someone who can do at least a handful of them. I want to be able to bounce ideas back and forth throughout the entire filmmaking process.

STUFF I LIKE (That I Hope You Like as Well)

My favorite directors are probably Brian De Palma, David Lynch, David Cronenberg, and Paul Verhoeven. I love De Palma for his filmmaking chops, but also his black comedy instincts and love of artifice / camp. Femme Fatale, Raising Cain, and Phantom of the Paradise are favorites. I love Cronenberg for his dry and acrid wit; Videodrome is such an incredible black comedy, and Crash is a total masterpiece. I like Verhoeven for how fastidious his work is, but also for his bleak satirical humor. Showgirls, RoboCop, and Starship Troopers are my favorites of his. I basically like all three of these directors for the exact same reasons. And Lynch? Obviously Lynch does camp, and he can be hilarious, but his work is just something else. Mulholland Drive and Fire Walk With Me are possibly the most empathic films ever made.

As I said before, I love camp. Elvira, Mistress of the Dark is a personal favorite. Obviously there's Showgirls, which I've already mentioned. Switchblade Sisters is not a movie I love, but I do enjoy how knowingly silly it is. Freeway is kind of like Switchblade Sisters if it was a legitimate masterpiece. Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! is essential evil bitch cinema. Other camp favorites include House of Versace, All that Heaven Allows, Romy and Michele, The Wizard of Oz, and Cry Baby.

And here's a list of random movies I love: Bound, Batman Returns, The Hunger, House, Spider-Man 2 (2004), Down With Love, Scream, Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans, The Craft, They Came Together.

The Movie I Want to Make (That You Hopefully Also Want to Make)

I have not done a lot of work on the movie I'm trying to make. I believe in working basically from scratch with another person, so that's it's a real collaboration where both partners are fully invested. The list of notes I've included below is basically all of the work I've done so far.

The movie would be something of a "Woman's Film" parody / pastiche, mixed with exploitation movie stuff. It's a mix of All That Heaven Allows, Showgirls, Freeway, Heartbreakers, and Breathless [not the French movie; the 2012 Gina Gershon film]. It's about a cougar in a loveless and strained marriage. She has a daughter who's in a girl gang / all-female rock band. They are both, to some degree, rivals.

The daughter and mother live in two different worlds: the daughter’s world of delinquency and punk shit, and the mother’s adult world of keeping up with the joneses, passive aggressive remarks, etc. Adults fear the daughter because they think she’s violent and erratic [correct]. Adults fear the mother because they think she’s a homewrecker [correct].

The mother and daughter have foils. The mother has a rival cougar, who's richer and classier. The rival cougar has a daughter who pretends to be a chaste schoolgirl, but it's obvious to everyone except her mother that she isn't.

The daughter and mother have a tough relationship, and it gets worse when a young mother and her vacuous femboy son move into their cul-de-sac [not a femboy in a conscious way; he has no idea that he's not masculine]. The cougar, the daughter, and their respective rivals all want to sleep with the femboy, who turns into the MacGuffin.

The mother manipulates her daughter and her gang into killing her husband. Lots of bitching ensues. Lots of cunt energy. Etc. None of this is set in stone, but this is the basic premise I've come up with.

The Big Problem

This film would presumably be shot in the US [I lived there most of my life], but I currently live in Portugal. If we started chatting and ended up hitting things off, we could work remotely for a while. If we got to a point where we'd finished all of the pre-production [screenplay, storyboards, previs, probably even casting], I would be able to justify flying over so that we could shoot the movie together. But I can't do anything IRL before we've essentially completed the entire movie on paper, Hitchcock style.

If you live in the UK, Canada, or continental Europe or something and you were on board until I mentioned shooting in the US, you should still contact me and we can maybe work on something else!

Contact

Message me here on tumblr if you're interested in working together. Please include some of your stuff!

#Youtube

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TAoT: Chapter 16: Difficult Conversations

Danny woke up on a stone bench, facing the cavern ceiling of the Underworld. He turned his head and saw Nico standing near the fountain, talking to Hades. They were locked in a hushed conversation, and Danny could see that Hades looked rather annoyed, while Nico looked rather upset himself.

Danny felt like his limbs were made of lead, and his head began spinning like a top as soon as he tried to sit up. He groaned miserably, which caught the attention of the two by the fountain.

“You should not be trying to sit up, Daniel.” Hades cautioned as he strode over to him. Nico followed close behind, a bewildered look on his face as he watched the interaction between his father and Danny. “How did you end up in my realm without your mentor?”

Danny’s mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls. “I… uhh…” He put his hands to his temples and laid back down. “I dunno…”

“I think you may have shadow-traveled.” Nico supplied.

Hades sighed. “I will go contact Thanatos, tell him that you are here. Nico,” Hades frowned at his son. “Don’t be rude.”

Hades pulled a pure black iPad from thin air as he walked away. Danny heard the Skype ringtone just as Hades walked into the entrance hall. On a normal day, Danny might’ve been amused by that. At the moment, however, he was just trying not to throw up.

Once his nausea settled, Danny looked over at Nico. The demigod was standing nearby with a hand on his sword hilt and an unnerved look in his eyes as he watched Danny.

“What are you?” Nico asked, sounding rather disturbed.

Danny rolled his eyes. “I thought your dad told you not to be rude.”

Nico’s eyes narrowed. “Answer my question.”

Danny scowled at that. “You know what?” He sat up, feeling slightly less awful than when he first woke up. “No. I’m not gonna answer your question. I’m not gonna answer anyone’s questions! I’m getting really tired of people asking me about things I don’t wanna talk about!” His voice echoed loudly through the silent courtyard.

Nico looked surprised at Danny’s outburst, and then he glanced away, his expression slightly apologetic. “I…” He looked down at the ground. “Sorry, I’m just… confused.”

Danny chuckled tiredly at that. “Me too, buddy, but what are you confused about?”

Nico stared at Danny like he was a car accident on the side of the freeway; stomach churning, but it was impossible to look away. “How… how are you dead and alive? Why do I see Phantom when I look at you?”

Danny glanced up at him, perplexed. “What do you mean, you ‘see’ Phantom?”

Nico grew frustrated. “I mean, I see you,” He gestured to Danny. “black-haired, blue-eyed you, sitting right there. But I also see Phantom sitting there, like a… weird overlay or something.”

Danny guessed it made sense that Nico, as a son of Hades, would be able to see ghosts and stuff. He wondered if it would be a good idea to tell Nico about his secret, but… he didn’t really have a choice, since he couldn’t think of any lie that Nico would believe.

Besides, although Danny had only met Nico a couple of times, he felt like he could trust him. There was an air about Nico that made him seem much older and wiser than he appeared. Danny felt the same pull around Nico that he did whenever he was around Hades, but to a lesser extent; it was less mind numbing, and more… comforting, maybe?

Danny scooted over on the bench and motioned for Nico to join him. Nico raised an eyebrow in question, but sat next to him anyway.

“I dunno where to start, honestly, it’s…” Danny gave Nico a tired smile. “It’s a pretty weird story. My parents are obsessed with anything and everything to do with ghosts; they like to think of themselves as ‘professional ghost extraordinaires’. They’ve studied the paranormal for years, and built all sorts of equipment for hunting and studying ghosts. They’ve even got this whole science-y lab in our basement. One day, I decided to mess around down there and… had an accident.”

“But… you’re dead.” Nico said, putting emphasis on the last word.

“Yeah,” Danny sighed. “I know.”

“What happened that caused you to become… this?” Nico gestured vaguely at Danny.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I survived, let alone became this.” Danny shrugged. “But, I’m glad I became Phantom. I’m happy that I’m able to protect those I care for.”

Nico looked thoughtful, but before he could say anything else, Hades reentered the garden. Nico stood to greet his father, but Hades ignored him.

The god looked tired, and he put his hand to his temple as if trying to ward off a migraine. “Thanatos isn’t answering my calls, so he must be occupied at the moment. Daniel, could you use your mark to summon him?”

“Oh…” Danny thought back to what Thanatos had taught him about his mark the previous day before the god had left. “Uhh, I mean, I kinda remember the, uhh, tracing thing,” Danny waved his arm vaguely. “But I… don’t remember the words.”

Hades sighed tiredly. “You trace your mark while you say, ‘éla se ména,’ and then his name.”

“Oh, uhh, okay.” Danny nodded. He held out his arm, mark up, and traced over the black letters with his finger. As he traced them, he said clearly, “Éla se ména, Thanatos. (‘Come to me, Thanatos.’)”

Danny’s mark glowed a bright white, and he could feel what little energy he had left being sapped from his body. After a few seconds, his mark faded back to black, and Thanatos appeared in front of him in a cloud of dark mist.

The god wore a knee-length black chiton with an embroidered gold hem and coppery-red laced sandals, with a long red and gold cloak that sat between his wings. Thanatos immediately knelt in front of Danny and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Daniel, are you alright?”

Danny tried to nod, but he slumped forward instead as his exhaustion overwhelmed him.

Thanatos caught Danny before he could fall and held him up, his golden eyes regarding Danny with concern. “Hades, what happened?” Thanatos asked the other god, but Danny didn’t catch Hades’ response as he lost consciousness. Again.

Thanatos POV:

Thanatos caught Daniel as he slumped forward. He looked into the child’s eyes to try and catch his attention, but Daniel’s eyes slid shut and his head fell forward limply. “Hades, what happened?” Thanatos asked.

“I don’t know, honestly. Daniel shadow-traveled here, though I’m not sure why.” Hades answered, shrugging carelessly.

“He shadow-traveled?” Thanatos repeated in disbelief. “By himself?”

Hades folded his arms. “I suppose so. Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“Because,” Thanatos placed Daniel’s arms around his neck and lifted him up from the bench, cradling the back of Daniel’s head as he stood and turned to face Hades. “The King of the Gods decided that he urgently needed to speak to me about my new apprentice.” Thanatos’ gaze hardened slightly. “Did you tell him about Daniel?”

“Excuse me?” Hades glared back at him. “I haven’t spoken to that big oaf since the winter solstice! Why in Tartarus would I tell him about anything, let alone about your apprentice?”

“How else could he have learned about him?” However, as soon as Thanatos said that, he remembered that Daniel had met Dionysus at Camp Half-Blood. He had also met Ares, and although Thanatos and the war god were good friends, Ares may have mentioned Daniel to his father. Persephone may have even mentioned him to her mother, Demeter, who would’ve spread the news to everyone on Olympus within the hour. “Do you think Persephone might have told her mother?”

The air around Hades turned frigid. “Perhaps, but have you thought that maybe Daniel said something himself?”

“… That could have happened.” Thanatos conceded. He would have said more, but Daniel shifted in his sleep, reminding Thanatos that he was still holding him. “I should probably get him back to camp.”

Hades agreed and turned to leave, but paused as he looked around, confused, and asked where his son had gone. At some point in their conversation, Nico had wandered off without either god noticing. Hades groaned tiredly and bid Thanatos farewell before heading back into his palace.

Thanatos considered shadow-traveling back to Camp Half-Blood, but decided against it. Daniel did not look to be in good health from his solo trip earlier, and Thanatos did not want to risk his apprentice fully melting into the shadows. So, he decided to use the Doors and hoped he could get them to open close to the camp.

After making sure he had a good hold on Daniel, Thanatos’ outfit shifted back to his usual chiton and sandals as he spread his wings and took off for the Underworld side of the Doors.

As Thanatos flew to the Doors, Daniel started to mumble in his sleep. At first it was just random, nonsensical words and phrases: “fudge,” “beware,” “goin’ ghost,” (Thanatos smiled at that one.) But then, Daniel started fidgeting and mumbling: “no, please,” “stay away from them,” :why are you doing this?:

Thanatos looked down at his young apprentice in concern. Did he just speak in Greek? He wondered as he landed in front of the Doors. “Daniel, everything is alright.” Thanatos said comfortingly. “You are safe.”

:Safe?: Daniel repeated as Thanatos stepped into the elevator. “Safe… good.”

Thanatos listened closely to hear if Daniel spoke any more Greek, but his apprentice had quieted, his mutterings fading away to silence.

As the elevator reached the end of its journey, Daniel began to shift and stir; he appeared to be in better health than when Thanatos had first seen him that day. Thanatos stepped out of the elevator and into the bright sunlight and carefully placed his apprentice on his own two feet, holding him upright as he regained full consciousness. “Are you awake now, Daniel?”

Daniel rubbed his eyes as Thanatos let go of his shoulders. “Mmm, yeah.” He looked around at the trees surrounding them. “Are we… still in the Underworld?”

“No. We are somewhere in Pennsylvania.” Thanatos answered somewhat bitterly; in his current state—due to his earlier meeting with Zeus himself—he hadn’t been able to get them as close to Camp Half-Blood as he had hoped. He returned his attention to his apprentice. “Why were you in the Underworld in the first place?"

“Uhh, I think… I shadow-traveled there?” Daniel answered, clearly trying to avoid the real issue.

“… Yes, I realize that, but why did you shadow-travel there?” Thanatos clarified.

“I didn’t mean to!” Daniel hugged himself as he looked away. “I wasn’t thinking, I just… needed to get away from camp for a bit.”

Thanatos grew concerned. “Why did you need to get away from camp? Did something happen?” He noticed Daniel’s bare arm and frowned. “What happened to your bandage?”

Daniel did not answer immediately. When he did, he was quiet. “I messed up. Someone saw my mark. Actually… two someones.”

Thanatos took a deep breath and slowly released it; he should’ve known that would happen sooner or later. “Okay, who saw?” He asked calmly.

“Well, uhh, I met a girl-or, a goddess-today. She said her name was Hestia.” Thanatos stilled, but Daniel didn’t appear to notice as he continued. “She somehow knew that I was an apprentice, and she asked to see it.”

“And you showed her?” Thanatos’ voice held a hint of frustration.

Daniel flushed with embarrassment. “I mean, she seemed really nice, and I felt like I could trust her…”

“Well, yes.” Thanatos agreed. “Hestia is quite a kind goddess. However, do you know who her youngest brother is?”

Daniel thought for a moment, and Thanatos watched as he connected the dots. Daniel paled before he answered quietly. “… Z-the sky dude?”

“Yes, the ‘sky dude’. I had to talk to the ‘sky dude’ because of you,” The frustration in Thanatos’ voice was clear by that point. “And get him to agree not to do anything to you until the winter solstice.”

Daniel shuffled his feet, his eyes downcast. “I’m sorry, Thanatos.”

Thanatos pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “It will be okay, Daniel. You did not know any better.”

Daniel didn’t respond, his gaze still fixed on the ground.

Thanatos spoke more gently. “I am sorry for raising my voice at you. I know that I didn’t really explain why you should hide your mark; that’s on me. But people knowing that you are my apprentice could be very dangerous for you.”

Daniel looked up at him questioningly.

Thanatos explained. “Mortals are often foolish, Daniel. They yearn for power over anything they think they can control. Some are even foolish enough to strive for power and control over the primordial forces of the universe, such as the movement of time, or who lives and who dies, and they will do whatever they can to get that control.” He caught Daniel’s gaze, hoping that his apprentice understood the seriousness of his words. “Do you understand?”

Daniel looked a bit shaken by Thanatos’ warning, and he returned his gaze to his feet. “… Annabeth was the other person who saw.” He mumbled. “We were sparring and my bandage came off.”

Thanatos was a little less upset with that bit of news. “At least that time was accidental. I am sure you can work that out with her when you see her again. Now, how did you shadow-travel by yourself? I never showed you how, and doing so on your own, without any instruction, was very dangerous.”

Daniel ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know how… I wasn’t thinking. I just… reacted.” He dropped his head into his hands and groaned. “I’m so tired…”

“Yes, that is what happens when you shadow-travel by yourself for the first time.” Thanatos deadpanned. Though he was still annoyed, his tone softened a bit. “Are you alright to travel?”

As an answer, Daniel’s transformation rings appeared around his waist and moved away from each other, changing him into his alter ego: Phantom. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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