#He NEVER spoke in the phantom menace

[glitter-gummy-bears]

Danny Phantom & Naruto crossover idea

As Minato collapsed into the dirt alongside his wife, gaping holes in both their middles, all he could feel was a strange relief. They saved their home. They saved Naruto. Their son was safe.

His relief soon turned to confusion though. He wasn't entirely sure how long it took for someone's soul to be eaten but he's pretty sure it should have happened by now. Was the Reaper just taking it's time? Perhaps it wanted to draw out the pain for as long as possible before tearing his soul out.

Glancing back at the hulking figure Minato felt what was left of his stomach drop. The beast, once a huge menacing shadow with glowing green eyes, (eyes that were brighter then even the purest healing chakra) was shrinking. Soon it was no bigger then a genin, the shadows fell away to reveal a disturbingly human form.

It hovered in the air in an almost groggy way before snapping to attention! It looked at Minato 'This is it...' the young Hokage thought as the creature flew straight at him.

Much to Minato's surprise the creature didn't immediately snatch his soul, instead opting to frantically fly around him and Kushina making destressed noises in what had to be an unknown language.

The creature, much to Minato's horror, reached for Kushina.

"NO!" He yelled with all his remaining strength, "Don't touch her! I'm the one you want!"

The creature jolted at Minato's yelling then turned to him. Finally it spoke for the first time.

"D-don't... be scared," It said slowly almost like it was trying to remember what the words meant. "I'm going to help you."

The last of the shadows fell away and Minato was met with the face of a child. A child who's tears were falling freely from his face.

He reached out to both fallen shinobi engulfing them in a green energy Minato recognized as healing chakra. Although he'd never felt it this cold before.

"I don't understand," he gasped out feeling his lungs and heart stitch themselves back together. "Aren't you here to eat my soul?"

The boy's tearful face twisted into disgust, "Why would I want to do that? Look, just stop talking this is harder then it looks."

When Kushina felt her eyes fluttered open she wasn't expecting to see her husbands relived smiling face next to her own, she definitely wasn't expecting to see a flying teenager with glowing eyes healing her wounds.

"W...what's happening?" She slurred, "Wh... Naruto!" Her arms thrashed around trying to force the rest of her body up.

"Hey! Calm down! Your wounds will reopen!" The glowing boy yelped.

"I don't care! I need my baby!"

The boy quickly flew out of sight only to return with a familiar bundle. "Look he's fine! You can relax he's safe."

Kushina felt a new wave of tears, her baby was okay. And so was she apparently?

"You saved us." She concluded, looking at the strange boy.

"Yes, you'll both be fine now. But you might not wanna move around too much for a few weeks." The boy said with a tired chuckle. He leaned down and placed Naruto between the two of them.

Instinctively, Kushina reached over to place a hand on her baby and felt the tips of Minato's fingers against the blanket. He smiled at her. It was a messy, watery, bloody smile and she never wanted it to end. They were alive. Their son wasn't alone.

"Thank you."

The boy blushed green and shifted awkwardly. "Uh, you're welcome."

"I still don't understand why you helped us," Minato said looking at the boy, "You didn't have too."

The boy looked confused now, "If you can help someone then of course you have to, that's what I think anyway."

Before either of the two could respond a wall of green cut through the air. The boy made his way towards it, "Hopefully the next time we meet will be under better circumstances. Oh, and congrats on your baby!"

And with that the teen disappeared.

What did he mean by next time?

#naruto #danny phantom au #danny phantom #dp crossover #naruto crossover #minato namikaze #kushina uzumaki #minato x kushina #minato and kushina live! #danny phantom crossover #anime #danny fenton #anime crossover #weird crossover #lol fanfic #naruto fanfic #danny phantom fanfic #dp fanfic

[schoenht]

Pls write the reader praising Jamil during his overblot- like when everyone is jokingly praising him… [reader] just accidentally goes off on a tangent. And he actually remembers it during his recovery.

↳ praise the sorceror.

character: jamil viper.

genre: fluff, kind of crack.

a/n: i love him. he’s my favoritest. the way i would have actually been praising him and not even as a joke, i would’ve been a MENACE in this scene anyways kind of long bc i got distracted

If there was anything that could be said about Jamil, it was the exhaustion he carried behind a calm mask. Sooner or later, it would have to be shown. There were only so many emotions that someone could bottle up.

Unfortunately, Jamil’s emotions created something that was supposed to be rare in mages.

“And what are we supposed to do now?” You asked. You were standing behind Azul, Floyd, and Jade, holding Grim in your arms. The only reason you were standing behind them was because Floyd had literally shoved you behind them so that you would not be directly attacked by Jamil. “Way to show that I’m magicless...”

“Well, you are, Shrimpy!” Floyd said cheerfully, almost as if he was ignoring the giant shadow looming behind him. If the twins were tall, the phantom was practically a skyscraper. “Now, boss, what’s the plan?”

If it wasn’t for the terrifying idea that Jamil could possibly kill you, you’d try to make a joke to make it more light-hearted. But there were no reinforcements. Everyone was on vacation. Even Crowley, that selfish headmage, could not be reached with the same phone that he swore he’d answer. The only people that could save Scarabia from going under Jamil’s reign were Kalim, the twins, and Azul. 

But Jamil’s fury didn’t stop there. With a wave of his hand and a cackle, he had sent all of you flying out into the desert. The second you landed, you swore up and down that maybe you should rethink your crush on him. Luckily, nothing was broken, yet everything still hurt.

“Good plan, boss.” You said snarkily, wincing as you stood up. “Now we’ve left Jamil alone with the rest of Scarabia!”

“You sound too concerned for him, Y/N.” Azul had taken off his glasses, inspecting them to make sure they were not cracked. “One would think that, perhaps, you think more than fondly of him.”

Your face contorted into a angrily flustered expression. “You think I’m not fond of him? It’s not like that--I mean, while you all were ignoring him--never mind. Let’s go. But before that, Azul, can you please do something about Floyd’s voice? I won’t be able to take him seriously.”

Floyd responded, “You never take me seriously anyways!”

“Do too!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do not!”

“Both of you calm down, I will destroy the contract anyways. Floyd’s voice was disturbing me too.” Azul said to calm you both down, eliminating the contract in the process. Floyd’s voice was finally back to normal. You had to smile at him before getting serious.

“We need to go back now. Come on.”

~

Meanwhile, Jamil had turned into someone else completely. He was ordering the residents around, basking in this new light as the self-proclaimed replacement for the sultan that was Kalim. With a grandiose smile, he urged, “Tell me more about myself.”

Azul spoke up. “You are incredibly handsome...”

Grim followed, “Tall, dark...”

It was as though Jamil didn’t recognize their voices. “And?”

Jade responded, “Your eyes are so angular, so intelligent--”

“So well-dressed.” His twin followed with his signature smug smile.

Kalim happily stated, “You just look strong, you know!”

Finally, it was your turn, just as you had practiced on the way back. “You’re entrancing.” That was supposed to be your only line, yet it was as though more compliments burst out of you like a dam. “You’ve got this beautiful voice that can charm even the most stubborn people. You’ve got these pretty eyes that could entrance anyone even without your Unique Magic and shine brighter than any star. You’ve got skills that no one else has, your cooking is so amazing that sometimes I feel as though you could be one of the best chefs around. You are so intelligent and so helpful--ow!” You stopped when Grim had kicked you with his tiny paw. The realization of what you said hit you like a truck. “Oh. My bad.”

“Hmm, what wonderful compliments--” He had turned to look at you for a second before it dawned on him that everyone he had thrown out was here. “You’re all here?! I’ll finally be able to use my true power!”

But this time, none of you were sent out flying. The battle between Jamil and Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Kalim was harsh. You were not dense enough to step in. You were absolutely magicless and it would be the worst decision of your life, possibly your last, if you dared try to get in their way. You could only hope that they defeated Jamil in time before anything worse happened to him. 

Sooner than you had thought about that, there was a blinding flash. The phantom behind Jamil had disappeared. The ink running down his arms had disappeared along with it. He was back in his normal dorm uniform, looking normal. You stepped forward tentatively. “You didn’t kill him right? Right?!”

“I might have killed him, just a little bit,” Floyd joked. But he grunted in pain. “What was that for?!”

“Don’t make jokes about that! Tell me he’s going to wake up.” You asked Azul.

“He will. All four of us used the same spell to take him down.” Azul answered, nodding at you. “Are you still going to deny your fondness for him?”

“In front of you? Yes. Who knows what stupid contract you’d try to get me into?”

Behind you, there was a mumble and a groan. You turned around to look at Jamil, who was moving slightly, his head turning to wake up. His eyes finally fluttered open and you breathed out in relief. “I thought he was going to die.”

“Obviously! You hurt me!” Floyd whined.

You moved carefully near me, sitting down. “Jamil? How do you feel?”

Jamil’s head was still pounding from the excessive use of magic. He could only remember flashes of what had happened but the biggest part that he remembered was you. Your compliments and how sincere you sounded in comparison to everyone else, who was only talking as though to fulfill a quota. Maybe...maybe he could bring his hopes up. When he locked eyes with you, the anger in him calmed down slightly. Maybe there was a chance. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the lounge. They got rid of your phantom. Do you feel okay? How’s your head?” You looked genuinely concerned for him, something he was not used to at all, always on the giving side instead of the receiving side.

From behind you, someone cleared their throat. Jamil shifted to see the twins, Azul, and Kalim, the latter barely holding back tears. Azul spoke up. “We thought you wouldn’t wake up. Y/N, in particular, was panicking. They were hyperventilating and sobbing, they were absolutely bawling. It could have rivaled Kalim’s Unique Magic.”

“I was not!” You sounded outraged. “Get out! Let me talk to him before all of you insult him.”

“And they punched me!” Floyd added. “It hurt!”

“No, it didn’t, you are just trying to get Y/N’s attention again. Come along, brother.” Jade said, pulling him away and walking with the others.

Jamil swallowed dryly, almost afraid of the question he was going to ask you when you turned around. “Did you mean it?”

“Hm?”

“The...compliments.”

Your eyes widened, not thinking that he was going to be able to recall it. “You remember that?”

Jamil nodded slightly. “Did you mean it?”

Breathing out softly, you smiled at him. “Every word. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I don’t want to pressure you or anything--”

His hand had clasped around yours. You looked down at your hands and back at him. He looked almost shy, definitely flustered based on how his eyes were looking away from you. But the grip on your hand said everything. “I may have feelings for you too.”

“Oh good, that’s a relief, I was worried that I was complimenting a monster and not you.” You looked out at the night sky, the stars glittering as if they were happy at your reunion. “You want me to tell them to give you time?”

“No. Don’t go. Stay with me for a while.” 

“Of course.”

He was looking at the same stars that he had always seen, yet this time, something in him felt warmer. Maybe it was your presence that made them shine brighter. Either way, he couldn’t stop the smile appearing on his face as he continued to hold your hand and look at the sky with you.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x yuu #jamil viper x yuu #jamil x mc #jamil viper x mc

[dandelions-143]

Training

-Young Gods

Master List

Nabi’s POV

I sat next to my father in the back of his black on black, Rolls Royce Phantom. The bullet proof windows were tinted very dark making it impossible for anyone to see us from the outside.

It had been raining all morning the chill in the air ha me shivering in my black leggings and sweater. My long hair was pulled back as well in to a low ponytail.

Father had yet to tell me where we were going even as the car began to move. We didn’t speak to one another for the entire 20 minute drive. He stayed on his phone most of the time talking business and numbers and barking orders to whoever was on the phone.

A few minutes later and the car pulled up to a grey building. It looked more like a warehouse to me. There were men in black suits standing outside waiting for us. My father’s men of course. “What is this place?” I turned to my father with a questioning look. The old man finally put down his phone and set his light brown eyes on mine. “You’re training today. You need to learn how to protect yourself. Especially when I’m gone.”

“You’re going to train me?” I didn’t mean for my words to sound shocked but, I couldn’t help it. Father didn’t really do that kind of thing. He had others to always get dirty for him. He shook his head and his eyes cast up to peer out my window. Just then a tall man with long black hair opened my door for me.

He was very handsome, almost pretty with full lips, a cut jaw, and a thin yet solid frame. When our eyes met for a split second they were pretty but, cold.. menacing. I didn’t recognize him but, how could I know all of my father’s men.

“Nabi, this is Hwang Hyunjin. I hired him and a few of his other men to help train you.” My father spoke as Hyunjin bowed deeply then stepped aside so I could get out of the car.

I whipped my head back towards my father to glare at him. “Wait, you’re not coming with me? I don’t know these people.. what the hell?!” I couldn’t help my little outburst and I know my father hated when I spoke to him with anything less than the upmost respect. “Stop it, Yi Nara! You will do this and you will do exactly as these men say.”

I heard the man who opened my door sigh softly as if he was tired of listening to this. “Fine, but if I get gang raped just know,” I leaned closer to my father, “killing them wont make me forgive you.” I knew that was a bit dramatic but it got the reaction I wanted because my father face began to grow read with anger. I didn’t stick around though. Stepping out of the car I walked past Hyunjin, completely ignoring the annoyed glare he gave me.

Even though I wasn’t showing it I could feel my nerves clawing its way through my body. Not knowing exactly who I’m with and what I will be doing. I hated that feeling. Suddenly Hyunjin stepped passed me as his soft yet deep voice said, “don’t worry about getting gang raped, darling. We only do that to the women and men we want to carve up.”

I stopped short of the large metal door we were headed for and looked at him with an incredulous expression. What the fuck did he just say to me?

“And sadly we can’t have fun with the bosses daughter. Got to keep the princess safe.” He said as he opened the heavy door with easy and bowed to me with a mocking smile on his lips. I wanted to slap that smirk off his pretty condescending face.

I reluctantly walked inside. It was dark for the most part but, I could see some hanging lamps towards the back. Hyunjin daunted passed me again to lead the way. He never spoke to me again as we walked through the dimly lit space. As my eyes roamed my surroundings I noticed that there were old conveyor belts, broken and rusted on either sides of us.

There looked to be bullet holes scattered in the walls and water was dripping from the ceiling from the light rain that had began to fall again. Then my eyes landed on the seven other men that stood at the back of the building. They stood in an open space where there looked to be a small gun range on one side of the building and then opposite of that was a huge blue mat lying on the ground.

“The Princess has arrived.” Hyunjin said as he stopped at.. at the man I had seen coming out of my father’s office. He looked a bit different today. He had black jeans on and a loose fitting tank top on.

His dark hair had no product in it and it was curly and a bit messy. Our eyes met as he bowed and took a step forward. “Miss Yi, I am Bang Chan. It’s a pleasure to finally-“

“I know who you are, father told me. So you will be training me? And these guys?” I questioned as my eyes scanned the others and I crossed my arms over my chest. When my eyes moved back to Chan he had an amused smirk on his lips. I noticed my eyes lingered a bit too long on them and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, looking away.

“Since you know who I am allow me to introduce my men, they will all be helping you in the process of training you.” Chan turned towards a man who stood closer towards the small gun range. His features were very sharp but handsome all at the same time. He almost looked catlike. “This is Lee Minho.” Chan pointed his hand towards the man who was now twirling a sharp knife between his agile fingers.

He was looking at me as if I was something to eat, “you can call me Lee Know, babe” he spoke that pet name so confidently as if he would have consequences for openly flirting with the bosses daughter. “He will be teaching you about weapons and how to use them effectively.” Chan gave Lee know a hard look and I noticed the overly confident man stopped twirling the knife and dropped his little smile.

“I will also be helping you with weapons training, along with Han Jisung,” Chan nodded towards and a man who was leaning against the far wall with safety glasses pushed up onto his head pushing back his dark wavy hair back a bit.

His arms were well built and crossed in front of him as he eyes me curiously. Even though his round face looked a little more inviting than the others I could still feel the dangerous aura around him.

“And Hyunjin who I see you have already met.” Chan continued. My eyes slid to the tallest member of the group and I had to fight myself from rolling them. “Yes we have met, unfortunately.” I mumbled and that only made Chans smile grow wider.

He was enjoying this a little too much. “And what about the others? What will they teach me?” I said gesturing towards the other four standing near the blue mat and they seemed to all be dressed in various workout clothes.

Chan turned towards the four men, “these guys will teach you how to fight, martial arts, street fighting..” Chan trailed off and the bulkiest guy spoke up, “we will teach you how to fight dirty.” This man actually looked nice. He had a genuine smile as he spoke to me and his eyes didn’t seem as cold but, I knew better than to think he wouldn’t hurt anyone if he had to.

“But we will teach you how to fight smart and sneak in all the technical stuff too.” A blond man who was leaning on the bulkier guys shoulder spoke up. He was very pretty. His hair was white blond and long, his features were very soft and elegant.

He gave me a wide smile and I could tell he actually meant well. “This is Lee Felix” Chan spoke up and Felix bowed to me. “The big guy next to him is Changbin but, we all call him Binnie.”

“The other two,” Chan went on and pointed towards the men sitting at a small table with a laptop propped open. “Are Jeongin who goes by I.N.” The lithe male who looked like Hyunjin a little with his pretty yet sharp features and black hair simply nodded at me.

“And Seungmin, they are also good with tech.” Chan added. The last guy had this light brown hair and round eyes that made him look almost puppy like but, his smile was a bit crazed it kind of scared me a little.

I stayed quiet and turned my attention back to Chan. “So let’s get started” Chan clapped his hands motioned for me to follow him over to the mat. “You’re going to focus on fighting today and then tomorrow we will work on weapons.” He was all business as he spoke. My eyes slowly wondered over his form. He stood straight, his shoulders were wide and his arms were very muscular yet lean.

Just then he cleared his throat which snapped me out of my thoughts and my eyes met his. My cheeks instantly went red. “Miss Yi, are you ready?” I hardened my features, embarrassed I had been caught blushing, “Call me Nabi, and I was born fucking ready.” I said as I walked over to the four men who were now all standing on the mat.

"Let's see what you got, pretty princess." Seungmin smiled at me wildly causing Binnie to laugh and they all stepped back leaving me and the brown haired man standing alone on the mat. I felt my palms begin to sweat and my heart start to race.

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[underforeversgrace]

bent but not yet broken - 2

title: bent but not yet broken

words: 2,641

Story Summary:

How short a time had Danny even been here? He’d already lost track of the days. Had he been here a week? A month? It was amazing what a void time became when every second was an all-consuming pain.

Danny Phantom has been captured by the GIW. The students of Casper High are protesting. Sam and Tucker have been notably absent, working with the Fentons to get Danny back.

What happens when the GIW bring back the hero, muzzled and beaten, on display for all of Casper High to see?

Chapter 2 of 7: We Reach for Each Other

AO3

Tumblr Chapter One / Tumblr Chapter Three

~~~~~~

Lancer glared at the memo in his hands, fighting off the urge to rip it into shreds as he trembled with rage.

He shared a glance with Ishiyama, who just nodded at him with a frown.

Important notice to all Casper High Staff:

The Guys in White will be active on campus later today to capture the remaining ghosts haunting the school. Do not interfere with GIW personnel, equipment, or ghostly lures brought on campus. Do not notify the students, as we understand that there are ghost sympathizers among them who may incite violence.

-Agent O

Lancer had never hated someone. He was a teacher - patience was a virtue he had developed (even if he had also developed less desirable traits, like favoritism) - and he had never felt this much disdain for anyone in his life. Now, however, he finally understood all the times his stories had characters who had such anger and hatred that they saw red. 

He was seeing fiery crimson as he crumpled the note in his fist, trying to subtly do calming breathing exercises. None of the others understood - none of them could understand.

After all, it wasn’t any of their faults that Danny Phantom had been captured two weeks ago. None of them had been too slow in evacuating, none of them had been in the way when the Guys in White fired at an Unidentified Ghostly Assailant that they hadn’t seen behind them. No, only Lancer had been there to watch the ‘menacing’ Phantom jump in front of a shot that would have injured human and ghost alike.

Similarly, none of them had heard an agent bragging a little too loudly about a trap that had worked perfectly as they snapped a collar around the unconscious Phantom’s neck.

Lancer was many things - dumb was not one of them. Federal agents had intentionally shot at him - an unarmed civilian - so they could capture a ghost who’d barely ever done anything wrong. A familiar guilt curled in his stomach. He blamed himself for being bait. More than that, however, he wondered how he had forgotten a student. Phantom had saved him more often than any other member of Casper staff - he was clearly familiar with the teacher in a way that spoke of knowing each other.

Who was this child, when he’d been alive? How could Lancer not know which happy, joyous, wise-cracking child this had been?

Fine, Lancer thought as he slipped away from the teacher’s meeting, noting and ignoring Ishiyama’s worried look - she probably knew something was amiss by the look on his face.

Lancer hurried, passing through the empty auditorium where he knew over half the school would be once school hours started. It was what the student body had taken to doing since Phantom’s ‘arrest’: protesting with some sort of byline that would make even Samantha Manson proud, though she had been noticeably absent from the sit-in, along with Tucker Foley and Daniel Fenton. It confirmed a long held suspicion Lancer had - that the trio were somehow involved with Phantom. Ms. Manson and Mr. Foley were seen far too often around the specter, and Phantom had access to too much Fenton tech to not have an ally within the ghost hunter’s household.

Lancer hesitated for only a moment before pulling up the student files once he made it to his office. These kids were somehow involved, and - as much as he hated to involve them further - he had no doubt that they’d been spending the past two weeks planning to break Phantom out of the GIW facility he was in. And what better time to stage a breakout than when a platoon of GIW agents would be at the school? They were still a small organization - the building they occupied within Amity Park was a quarter the size of Casper High itself.

Steeling himself in his decision, he found the application Mr. Foley had submitted when he’d requested Casper to make a computer club.

“There you are,” he muttered, pulling Foley’s personal email address from the form. He tried to push aside the mental gymnastics he was doing - first the worry of knowing these agents had already shot at unarmed civilians before, and then the absolute belief that these three would storm the facility eventually regardless. “It’s safer if they do it today…”

Quickly, he smoothed and scanned the memo, emailing it to Foley from the burner email Lancer used for online video games.

The computer gave a ding as the email successfully sent, and Lancer finally gave up his losing battle with convincing himself this was a good idea. It was done. Whatever happened, happened. And Lancer would accept all the blame that came with it.

~~~~~~

Jack paced back and forth, angry tears falling from his eyes as he looked at the official, generic response crumpled in his hands.

Dr. and Mrs. Fenton, he read again, though the words were seared into his brain. It still irked him the way the Guys in White had addressed it, when they were both Dr. Fenton.

In response to your recent inquiry to be able to work with the recently acquired specimen VNM-262 (colloquially referred to as ‘Danny Phantom’), we are denying access at this time.

VNM-262 is a volatile, unusual presentation of spectral energy. It is being kept in a closely monitored environment with only strictly necessary personnel interacting with it, until such time as we can be sure its powers have been successfully nullified and/or removed. 

We will reach out to you when this state has been attained and/or when the subject has been destabilized to a point of being a non-threat.

Regards, 

Agent A

Administrations Assistant

Two weeks. They’d had his son for two fucking weeks already, doing God knows what to him. Well, only God may know exactly what, but Jack and Maddie could guess.

They’d been planning what they’d do in the same situation for two years, after all.

Jack’s tears burned as they ran down his face.

“What now?” Sam asked, looking as tired as Jack felt.

Jack glanced to the couch, studying the two exhausted teenagers sitting there, his equally drained wife on the chair beside them. Dark circles lined Sam’s eyes; Maddie’s jumpsuit was wrinkled and stained with ink; even Tucker’s beret seemed to be sagging under the weight of it all.

As usual, a mix of emotions welled up inside Jack as he studied his son’s friends. Anger that they’d known his secret and allowed Danny to keep it from them. Guilt that they had genuinely feared what Jack and Maddie would do to him if they found out. Relief that Danny hadn’t gone through the last two years alone. Grateful sadness at how hard they were working to try to help them save Danny.

Dozens of papers sat on the table in front of them, proof of their efforts. Requests under the Freedom of Information Act demanding information on Danny Phantom, law books and studies relating to illegal incarceration, cases setting various precedents on America’s mishandling of undocumented immigrants - anything and everything they could think of that might help them get Danny out.

Even Vlad’s lawyers - dead and alive - had offered their advice, but they didn’t have much. The Anti-Ecto Control Act was broad reaching and vague enough that the GIW could do whatever they wanted while court proceedings happened - which could take years.

“What do we do now?” Tucker asked, repeating Sam’s sentiment when neither of the adults in the room answered.

“I don’t know,” Maddie said, her voice betraying how close to tears she was.

“Maybe we should try Clockwork again,” Sam said desperately.

“So he can tell us the same ‘all is as it should be’ bullshit? No, thanks - I’m not up to throwing hands with a god of time. Again.” Tucker answered.

Jack remained silent, rereading the rejection notice from the GIW as he tried to push down the anger that spiked whenever the two spoke. It had taken them four days to tell the Fentons the truth of who Danny was after he’d been caught, after spending that entire time running the parents in circles whenever they tried to reach their son. They’d single-handedly thrown both parents' lives upside down and then directly into crisis.

The ensuing silence was like molasses down Jack’s throat, choking him, overwhelming him. “Fuck!” He yelled, turning and punching the wall behind him, going straight through the drywall in his desperation to break the oppressive quiet. “Fuck!”

All three of them had jumped at his outburst. They were used to Jack Fenton being loud - they weren’t used to him screaming or punching things (that weren’t ghosts). Jack couldn’t bring himself to face them again, instead leaning his head against the wall. 

“How do I get my son back?” He asked no one in particular, the ever present tears flowing harder. “I just want my son back. Please.” Jack didn’t know who he was pleading to. The universe, God, Clockwork, the people around him perhaps. Anyone, anything that would listen to him. “Please.”

Mercifully, Sam didn’t give the retort she’d given so often whenever Jack or Maddie had expressed similar sentiment in the past ten days. “Even if he’s half ghost?”

Jack continued to beg to whoever would listen to give him Danny back as he lowered himself to the floor, his legs unable to hold him up any longer as he leaned against the wall, his pleas swallowed by his sobs.

At least Jazz wasn’t here to see this. She’d gone to school overseas, and then on an expedition to study the psychology of areas that were less technologically developed. Or, at least, somewhere that her cell phone didn’t have service.

What would they say when Jazz finally did get in touch? She’d see the news of Danny’s capture. His arrest hadn't made international headlines - hell, it didn't even make national ones - but it was the only thing Amity's press was discussing. Would they have Danny back safely by the time Jazz inevitably saw an article?

A ding rang through the room like a gunshot as a voice cheerily announced “You have mail!” 

Tucker stared at the PDA in his hand - the source of the noise. “Who…?” he started, trailing off as he read the message, his frown deepening and eyes darkening as he did so. “Those fuckers!”

“What?” Sam asked, grabbing the PDA from him before he had the chance to answer. There was a short pause as she read the email. “Haven’t they done enough damage?”

“What is it?” Maddie interjected.

“An email - I don’t know from who,” Tucker answered, grabbing the PDA back, “but it’s a memo to the staff at Casper High. The Guys in White will be visiting today.”

“Does it say anything about Danny?” Jack asked.

“No,” Tucker sighed. “Just that they’ll be there and not to interfere with them, their equipment, or their ‘ghostly lures.’”

“Sounds like it’s time to storm a government base to me,” Sam said, her face far too serious and tired for someone who was barely sixteen.

“Can I take a look?” Maddie asked, holding out her hand. Tucker shrugged and handed the PDA over. She read it aloud, likely for Jack’s benefit, but he was struggling to not drown in his grief. He’d never been good at insurmountable problems. He’d let it consume him - and then he would come out the other side swinging, full of determination and the bedrocks of a plan.

He’d never had anything this high stakes to get through before, though. It felt like every brain cell he had was dying, replaced by a void of grief.

Jack couldn’t say it aloud, but he didn’t know if there was a way to save his son, to bring him back home. To rectify the mistakes they’d made, to show him that Jack loved him with his entire heart no matter what, to beg Danny’s forgiveness that they’d given him enough reason to doubt. 

While the GIW facility looked like nothing more than an office building, it was armed and defended to the teeth. Jack and Maddie had helped them set up the weaponry, a fact that burned like acid in his mind.

Conversation around him pulled Jack from the tempest of pain his mind had become.

“Something is bugging me with this,” Maddie said, her lips pursed the way they did when she was deep in thought. “The note not to tell the students due to the possibility of a riot, and this ghostly lure they referenced.”

“It’s a scientific government facility that hurts innocents. Everything they say should bug you,” Sam said, an edge to her voice that made Maddie flinch.

“I think we should go to the school,” Maddie continued.

“What? If one of the teams is gone, we can go to the facility directly and have a better chance of busting Danny out!” Sam shouted, immediately shooting to her feet.

“They catch their number one target and leave him under-protected barely two weeks later? The GIW don’t have that many employees,” Maddie pointed out.

Jack glanced over at his wife, a frown forming as he realized she was right. “We wouldn’t have, after all. Not this soon.”

The two Fenton parents shared grimaces as guilt burned Jack alive.

Sam opened her mouth to say something, but Tucker placed a gentle hand on hers and she pursed her lips in aggravation instead.

“So we go to the school, and then what?” Tucker asked, glancing between the ghost hunters. “How the hell do we get Danny away from them?”

“Ecto-weapons can be dangerous to humans, too,” Maddie said, standing and rolling her shoulders, a look of grim determination on her face.

“You’re going to open fire on federal agents in a high school? Are you sure that’s smart?” Sam questioned.

“No, it’s dumb as hell,” Jack answered, heading towards the lab for more weapons. “But we’re getting Danny out of there, consequences be damned.”

When Jack returned, he handed off several ecto-weapons to Maddie, nodding wordlessly. He also handed her a Fenton Thermos, tossing two more to Sam and Tucker, one already clipped to his own belt. “Maddie and I will distract them. Get Danny in a Thermos and get him out of the school.”

“Maybe only one of you should distract them,” Tucker said, rolling the Thermos around in his hands. “Then we can pretend that one was overshadowed or something. Otherwise, we’ll be getting Danny out of there, just to be forced into foster care or something. He needs the portal and its ambient ectoenergy - he can’t lose both of you.”

Maddie was grabbing the ecto-gun out of Jack’s hands before he could react. “Tucker’s right, and I’m the better shot.”

Jack frowned. “If they don’t buy the overshadowed theory, you’ll go to jail for attempted murder.”

Maddie hummed slightly, ejecting the cartridge and studying the sleek, see-through container where green glowed with its own ethereal light. She popped the cartridge back in, cocking the weapon with practiced ease. “You and I both know it won’t be attempted murder, dear.”

The protest almost bubbled past Jack’s lips before he bit his tongue. As much as he hated it, she was right. This might be their only shot to save Danny, and Jack’s desire to save his son easily trod over his pride at pretending he wasn’t a bad shot. So, with more restraint than Jack Fenton remembered ever using before, he kept his mouth shut, and allowed his wife to make the self-sacrifice play. “Danny comes home today,” he promised.

Even if you don’t, were the words they left unspoken as Maddie met his gaze, a brief moment of sadness in her eyes before they hardened to determined steel.

“Let’s bring him home,” Tucker mumbled, standing from his seat with Sam following. “No matter what.”

#grace writes #danny phantom #ectoimplosion2023

[winterpinetrees]

The Gap Years. hmm it’s been a bit since I posted about my ocs. have fun. or don’t.

Councilor Amedi is not doing particularly well and they never have been.

The worlds are bigger than they think. That’s what Amedi Kebero, the new councilor to the Apex, decides as they sit on a desk an hour after midnight. A satellite map of the human world hangs on the wall opposite them. The daylight portion (stretching up to circle the entire arctic) looks almost identical to the elven world. They recognize the missing sea south of the Urals and the slight differences in the coastlines, but all together the geography is the same. In contrast, the dark portions of the map are entirely foreign. The nights are covered in a web of roads and fluorescent lights, tens of thousands of square miles lit with a sickly yellow glow. In their lifetime, Amedi has seen the suburbs sprawl and the highways creep. The growth of the human world is unsustainable. Amedi and their council plan to stop it.

Not yet though. Amedi is still getting used to their new schedule. Apparently Voyagers don’t even sleep like the nobility! Ryn had a habit of sleeping for a few hours just after sunset, waking up after midnight, and then sleeping again closer to dawn. He insisted that it was the best way, and that you could get so much done during the watch hours in the middle of the night (And it helped a lot with the little children). More importantly though, he’d convinced the Apex to try back during their first Conservatory war game, and she’d never stopped. Amedi has to admit that it’s not too bad. It is easy to focus, and there is something beautiful about the full moon reflecting off of the ocean. Overall, the young councilor is surprised by how much the Mercurali have tried to bring them into their family. Councilors Marolak and Eburos seem more like professional partners (though they’ve been getting along great with both) but Amedi keeps being invited to things. This week is the summer solstice, half-way point of the elven year. Amedi planned on traveling home for a day or two, but recent events have made that impossible. Instead, they’ll celebrate with the royal family. It’s weird. They are used to the political power they wield, but having little kids asking about their favorite Star Wars movie is something entirely new. (It’s The Phantom Menace, for the record. They think it’s fun, and Ishtar is furious).

There’s only one downside to the new schedule. It’s that Amedi is on their own during the night. Like all high level officials, Amedi has the help of a seneschal. There would just be too much paperwork otherwise and the leaders of the elven world have more important things to do. Amedi’s seneschal is a young human woman named Esther, with curly rust-red hair and a biological mother who was born and raised in the human world. Unfortunately, the girl can’t get the hang of Ryn’s sleep schedule, and a tired seneschal is really a waste, so Amedi is completely on their own for those few hours each night. Do they miss her help too much? A seneschal is meant to be a companion, but the palace staff keep whispering that the new councilor has gotten too attached. Well, that’s not a problem. Esther’s barely 21. It’ll be forty years before Amedi needs to find a replacement. That’s a future issue. Right now the problem is that a prince is gone.

It’s been quite the day for the High Council, and Amedi reviews the notes that Esther helpfully organized before she went to sleep. After six days of silence with no leads after Marin Sondaica disappeared into the human world, they finally have news. A little town called -seriously?- Eagleville, reported an incident a few hours ago. A lone adolescent human (“Carter”) not matching the description for any of the prince’s allies entered town and spoke with a tamed human resident. The human wanderer expressed interest in another elven settlement nearby, but it isn’t clear if he knew who really lived there. The tame human annoyingly warned “Carter” away, but they hope the warning will just make the mystery even harder to resist. Following new protocol, an elf attempted to charm the human into staying in town. The entire incident wasn’t anything worth reporting. Humans are curious to a fault, and they travel through elven settlements a hundred times a day. The reason the file ended up on Amedi’s desk was that the human resisted the spell, sprinted back to a gray car not matching any designs on the market, and drove off into the dust. Most interestingly, the speeding human car went completely unnoticed by most of the town, suggesting some sort of illusion. The Apex has already sent troops to try and track it down.

Esther has written in neat handwriting that the other settlement is called Vya, and attached a file on its demographics and history. Vya is a true ghost town in the human world, but home to a few hundred hidden elves. It reacted positively to the coup, and has very little connection to human culture nowadays. It’s a strange place for the prince to hide, but then again, it’s not like Marin knows any of this. As far as they know, the prince hasn’t even seen a casualty list from the coup yet. He knows his mother is dead for sure, but the boy is running on seriously limited information. He could very well go back to Vya just for the chance of learning what in the worlds is going on.

This all seems great, right? They have a lead, even if it might be false. No. No it’s not. What they have is a wild chase across the entire Western half of North America, and Amedi knows as well as anyone that humans are endurance hunters. A convenient comparison is that the last coup took place within a few years of the founding of the United States. In the nearly 250 years since, that rectangle of conquered land has been covered with four million miles of roads. A human can casually drive from ocean to ocean in five days, or cut that time to less than three if they’re desperate. Elves have the infrastructure to go faster, but it’s a shocking change from the last coup when it would have been nearly impossible to get from one coast to another at all. What this means is that the car’s six hour head start is enough for them to get hundreds of miles away before the Apex’s soldiers even begin looking. Amedi would have an easier time looking for a single cow in the entire rift valley. At least a cow needs to follow water.

They file a a few reports, fill out their schedule for the next day, accidentally set a note on fire with magic, and go back to sleep.

………

Meanwhile, in the human world, the four teens set up camp by a lake that was once a volcano. Crater Lake National Park is about 150 miles from Eagleville as the crow (or elf) flies, and significantly more by car. They have made absolutely no evasive maneuvers. They do not know they are being followed. They’re just having some fun.

#by me #the gap years #my oc stuff #writing that *is* #amedi kebero #the high council

[publicdomainbooks]

THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS. (4)

Much they saw, and far they went, and many homes they visited, but always with a happy end. The Spirit stood beside sick beds, and they were cheerful; on foreign lands, and they were close at home; by struggling men, and they were patient in their greater hope; by poverty, and it was rich. In almshouse, hospital, and jail, in misery’s every refuge, where vain man in his little brief authority had not made fast the door, and barred the Spirit out, he left his blessing, and taught Scrooge his precepts.

It was a long night, if it were only a night; but Scrooge had his doubts of this, because the Christmas Holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of time they passed together. It was strange, too, that while Scrooge remained unaltered in his outward form, the Ghost grew older, clearly older. Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they left a children’s Twelfth Night party, when, looking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open place, he noticed that its hair was grey.

“Are spirits’ lives so short?” asked Scrooge.

“My life upon this globe, is very brief,” replied the Ghost. “It ends to-night.”

“To-night!” cried Scrooge.

“To-night at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near.”

The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment.

“Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?”

“It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,” was the Spirit’s sorrowful reply. “Look here.”

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

“Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!” exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.

“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And bide the end!”

“Have they no refuge or resource?” cried Scrooge.

“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”

The bell struck twelve.

Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him.

#a christmas carol

[starlightrows]

Hello and welcome back to Krax Rewatches. Tonight I am rewatching Episode I : The Phantom Menace for two reasons. Firstly, I wasn’t able to consume any Star Wars media on actual Star Wars Day this past week (tragic I know). And secondly, I needed a hit of that sweet sweet nostalgia. So let’s jump in.

• Obi Wan deadass called Jar Jar a “this”. As in “What’s this?” To which Qui Gon replies “A local”…. Qui Gon please control your angsty teenager, referring to other intelligent species as “it” or “this” or “that” is kinda shitty

• Fully forgot that R2 D2’s introduction to the Star Wars franchise (chronologically) is him saving Padmè and Co. from being shot down in a space battle. Way to go R2

• Seeing Tatooine makes me feel nostalgic because it’s a part of almost every single Star Wars story that means anything to me

• Look. I know baby Anakin catches a lot of hate for being annoying. But I want everyone to shut up and listen for two seconds. He’s 8 years old. And his first thoughts when Qui Gon reveals that they are stranded on Tatooine because they can’t afford to buy the parts they need to fix their ship is this: I can fix it! Please let me help! followed directly by Oh you can’t afford it? Let me go win the money and just give it to you so you can fix your problem! Little Anakin was a good kid. He has a good heart.

• Qui Gon has some otherworldly amount of trust in the Force. This child I met yesterday says he is the “best pilot in the universe” and built a racing class pod that’s “really fast”…. I’m going to bet this ship that doesn’t belong to me, which is the only thing of value that I have against the world of my new child friend

• The wondrous thought of does every star in the sky have it’s own planetary system? Has anyone ever visited all of them? I’m gonna be the first to see them all….

• Midichlorians

• Aura Singh is a spectator of the pod race?! HELLO?

• I wonder how many people lost money by betting that Sebullba would wind? I wonder who got fucking RICH because Anakin won?

• Bib Fortuna… looking crusty as fuck as usual

• “Why do I feel like we’re about to pick up another pathetic life form?” — Obi Wan Oh what you do not yet know Obi, what you do not yet know

• Honestly I feel so hard for Shmi Skywalker. Her son got freed from slavery. But she had to stay. She had to let her son go away to be raised by others for his own betterment and remain in literal slavery. That is fucking tragic….. Having the “Will I ever see you again?” conversation with your mom, the only parent you’ve ever had. At the age of 8. Ouch. Fuck. My heart. Also happy Mother’s Day Shmi Skywalker.

• Look. LOOK. I am not and never have been a Darth Maul kinda gal… but today… I was looking at him a lil different. Please don’t read into this.

• Spotted Jedi that make me Happy! Master Galia, Master Bilaba, MASTER PLO!

• I can’t tell if it was actual Padmè that Anakin saw and spoke to when he went to go say goodbye to her…. But now that I think about it, it most definitely was. The things you don’t notice, when you are also 8 years old and watch a movie

• “Qui Gon Sir. I don’t want to be a problem” Bitch me too

• I like that Padmè’s response to “The senate is taking too long to liberate my people? Fine I’ll fix this myself. I’ll start a war and fight in it myself”

• Laser pointers. The height of espionage

• Qui Gon’s like… well I can’t exactly put my new son in daycare. I guess he’s coming with me to overthrow this invasion force

• Star Wars music fucking SLAPS

• I would like to rescind my previous statement about Darth Maul. My childhood fever dream nightmares of him hiding in my kitchen cabinets have returned. Nice to know that my brain is still scared of the same stupid shit nearly 20 years later

• Not me wondering if Obi Wan blames himself for not being able to run fast enough to pass throw the last laser gate and possibly save Qui Gon’s life

• True Queen shit to keep your royal throne strapped with emergency blasters

• Get him Obi Wan! Fuck him up! Not for revenge purposes obviously

• I’m glad that they made the droids funny in the tv show. These ones are boring :/

• I love these movies so much

#Krax Chats #Krax Rewatches #Krax Watches

[day0walkersdrafts]

“Up.”

Nick pats the exam table like a fond old friend. He’s shoving a pen behind his ear, skating fingers over paperwork to find Mouse’s file. Should clean this desk, should organize himself a little better, but he’s been…busy. Nightly. Very busy. He can feel the soreness of that business in his muscles, a kink in his back he should work out.

The little mercenary pulls herself up, feet swinging like he’s in pediatrics instead of on KorTac’s central base with her. Nick has ignored, for the better part of a few years now, how much he likes Mouse. She’s small and she’s vicious and she’s competent; she’s also funny and sweet, and deeply caring. And her eyes are a soft, buttery reddish brown that remind him of a little girl he’d once known and buried a long, long time ago.

“I hate this fuckin’ thing,” she says, holding up her casted wrist. Nick flattens his gaze and pulls it toward himself. The word mouse is written in a slew of different languages; all of KorTac coming together to mock the poor woman who had broken her wrist not on a mission—but climbing The Wall on a training course.

Nick taps the hard cast a few times.

“Perhaps we will not climb walls drunk anymore, hm?”

“Perhaps we will not,” she starts mocking him, a horrible French accent lacing up her high pitched words and he has to admit; it does make him smile. “Can you remove it now?”

“I suppose your prolonged torment can be cut short.”

He pulls up the rolling chair, settles her arm between her legs and pulls the tray with the cast saw sitting on it. This was an easy procedure, if it would even be called that. But with Mouse, he admittedly likes to drawn out interactions with her. If he waits long enough, she’ll begin telling him a story, peppering in gossipy little details about other operators. Sure enough, before he’s even picked up the saw, she’s talking.

“I was wondering—”

“As you often are, Mon chou.”

“You know me, Nicky.” He turns the saw on and let’s it whir alive, loud and grating. She starts speaking louder to be heard over it as he digs into the cast. “Well, a lot of us were wondering, actually.” Nick runs the line of the saw down, cutting through layers of cast. “Why do you hate Dr. Adler so much?”

She’s lucky he’s been a surgeon for so long, his hand doesn’t skate over the cast and directly onto her leg. He’s lucky as well, because he can imagine her six-foot-ten lover finding him and using a different saw on his skull as payback. Nick swallows a hard lump in his throat, smooths his face into a mask before glancing up.

Mouse’s observant red eyes stare at him, open and honest.

“Why do you think I hate Dr. Adler?”

“You look at her like she’s a menace. I saw you cleaning the lab a few days ago and every time you moved something of hers, it looked like you were going to break it in your hands. I’ve seriously never seen you so stiff looking around another person in my life. Well, my KorTac life.”

As she spoke, he had started the saw up again. He sunk it lower and lower, smelled the fine burning of the cast; the stench of it. He blinked rapidly, watching her fingers curl and uncurl. That one slightly crooked finger he’d splinted himself. What did he look like to her, he wondered? What did KorTac see when they saw him, a phantom in the lab.

Certainly they could not see Nick as he truly was. A man so pent up, so wound tight, so circular and ruined that he was lucky he had woken up this morning. Or, that he’d gotten out of the bed he had shared with Dr. Adler that night. His lips winding over her shoulder. His hand lifting her arm and kissing her bicep, the crook of her elbow. Her groaning with sleep and telling him to make coffee if he is going to be sweet for her. Him kissing a fingertip, telling her in French he’d fucking do whatever she asked him to.

Her hand falling to his thigh and squeezing and telling him she’s behind on her French lessons.

Nick inhaling the scent of her, promising he’ll teach her more words with his tongue—

“I like her.”

Mouse snapped his brain back to task, the last part of the cast falling open. He put the saw down and sighed heavily.

“I think she’s hot and I think she’s fuckin’ cool.”

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again.

“And—And, hey, get this thing off me—”

She lifted her hand, waving the broken open cast with a furiously annoyed glare. Nick wished he could drag Aksel in here, have him crack off the rest of the cast and all of KorTac’s loudest, most annoying mercenaries could leave him alone to rot in his soft, morning thoughts of the woman they thought he hated.

“Harper,” he says and it makes Mouse freeze, eyes wide and innocent. She calms her wild arm down, thrusts it out so he can continue breaking the cast off. “I kindly request you do not talk about Dr. Adler and I with other soldiers. We have a professional relationship; I don’t hate her.” Couldn’t. Not her. His mind whispers back to her in bed, the blanket pulled to her hips, revealing her upper half as he passes her a cup of coffee.

“You’re so spooky sometimes, Nick,” Mouse says, but she’s grinning ear to ear. She rubs her hand over her newly exposed flesh, flexing the wrist back and forth. “I promise, none of us are betting on when she secretly kills you for being so annoying.”

He puts a hand on her head, messes up that curly mop of hair and turns back to her papers.

CARTER, HARPER O. is printed on the top of her sheet.

Nick feels the kiss pressed to his cheek, a sweet little goodbye from the mercenary renamed Mouse and when she’s gone, he draws a tiny rodent in the corner of her chart. Wonders if when Adler reviews it, if it’ll annoy her or make her smile; and he’ll covet either reaction because its hers.

#mouse #nick

[iconuk01]

Star Wars thoughts..

This was put together to reply on another thread completely, but got so long I felt it would risk unfairly derailing a perfectly interesting pre-existing discussion, but I put a lot of thought into this so why waste it? :)

I think one of my major issues with the Jedi is that, whilst the message of "no attachments" George Lucas was trying to convey is a genuinely worthy and beautiful one, he was absolutely abysmal at explaining it in the movie itself.

Most of the viewers would be unlikely to come with a pre-prepared understanding of Buddhist teachings and philosophy. So there was an onus on him to explain what he meant, and he really... doesn't. Look at The Phantom Menace, the first meeting between Anakin and the Jedi Council.

YODA : Good, good, young one. How feel you?

ANAKIN : Cold, sir.

YODA : Afraid are you?

ANAKIN : No, sir.

MACE WINDU : Afraid to give up your life?

ANAKIN : I don't think so. ANAKIN hesitates for a moment.

YODA : See through you, we can.

MACE WINDU : Be mindful of your feelings...

KI-ADI : Your thoughts dwell on your mother.

ANAKIN : I miss her.

YODA : Afraid to lose her..I think. ANAKIN : (a little angry) What's that got to do with anything?

YODA : Eveything. Fear is the path to the dark side... fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate.. hate leads to suffering.

ANAKIN : (angrily) I am not afraid!

YODA : A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. I sense much fear in you. What the hell kind of way is that to talk to a nine year old newly-ex-slave? Especially who has just been separated from his mother, friends, society and entire homeworld for the first time and probably hasn't even slept since then? Given the scale of the changes confronting him, a little fear about missing his mother is a perfectly natural response, as is a degree of defiance in front of people this 9 year old wants to impress but has no context for dealing with. If even one of these twelve most wise Jedi had spoken kindly to this lost and lonely kid, had explained to him (and thus to the viewer by proxy) that "Yes, we understand your fear, it's a natural thing, but our teachings will help you to move past that fear and embrace a fuller, more meaningful life as a Jedi" from the outset they might not have just come across as dismissive and approaching the callous. And the next thing they say to Anakin, two scenes later, is that they won't train him, and keep talking ABOUT him, never TO him, when he's standing right there in front of them. They also don't offer any alternatives to him about what sort of a life he might have outside the Jedi Order. A Jedi Knight brought him in and, whether they train him or not, the Council have assumed a responsibility for this child that not one of them acknowledge.

Instead they start talking about every other political plot point for the rest of the scene. It makes me wonder how many non-Padawan children they ever actually spoke to.

#Star Wars

[cienie-isengardu]

In your personal point of view, where do you think the Jedi erred the most when it came to Anakin's training?

To be honest, I wonder from time to time how much different all of this went if Anakin got more experienced teacher to guide him through the training process instead of freshly promoted to Knight and still processing Qui-Gon Jinn’s death Obi-Wan that took the boy out of obligation (the last promise to fallen master) rather than anything else. This is by no means an attack on Kenobi for whom the whole situation was as unexpected as for Anakin and who I believe tried his best but Anakin was his first student and one from which greatness was expected due to some old, incomprehensible prophecy. So maybe old Ben was right, he wasn’t ready to teach Anakin as he thought he was then. Maybe if Jinn lived long enough to train little Skywalker or if one of the Council members took upon themselves this duty, Anakin’s - and galaxy’s - fate would be much better or may not, we will never learn.

However, I think the worst error of the Jedi Order didn’t lie specifically in the choice of Anakin’s teacher but rather in Yoda himself who was from the start against training the boy and whose personal reservations (fears) rubbed on everyone involved, including Obi-Wan:

Yoda’s gaze was distant when he spoke. “Decided, the Council is,” he repeated. “Trained, the boy shall be.”

Obi-Wan felt a surge of relief and joy flood through him, and a grateful smile escaped him.

Yoda saw the smile. “Pleased, you are? So certain this is right?” The wrinkled face tightened. “Clouded, this boy’s future remains, Obi-Wan. A mistake to train him, it is.”

“But the Council-”

“Yes, decided.” The sleepy eyes lifted. “Disagree with that decision, I must.”

There was a long silence as the two faced each other, listening to the sounds of the funeral preparations taking place without. Obi-Wan did not know what to say. Clearly the Council had decided against the advice of Yoda. That in itself was unusual. That the Jedi Master chose to make a point of it here emphasized the extent of his concerns about Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan spoke carefully. “I will take this boy as my Padawan, Master. I will train him in the best way I can. But I will bear in mind what you have told me here. I will go carefully. I will heed your warnings. I will keep close watch over his progress.”

Yoda studied him a moment, then nodded. “Your promise, then, remember well, young Jedi,” he said softly. “Sufficient, it is, if you do.”

Obi-Wan bowed in acknowledgment. “I will remember.” [The Phantom Menace by Terry Brooks]

And maybe because Obi-Wan tried so much to train Anakin as Yoda would - or rather wanted - he blamed himself for Anakin’s fall in the Original Trilogy?

“With foolish pride I took it upon myself to train Anakin in the ways of the Jedi. My mistake was thinking I could be as good a teacher as Yoda. I was not [...]”

I strongly believe if Yoda wasn’t such a coward about facing an uncertain future and with that, (subconsciously?) fearing losing control over the situation ( his Jedi Order), things wouldn’t get so ugly in the most critical time for the Republic.

There are plenty of things that Jedi did wrong - separately, these wrongs were uncomfortable yet to survive but together build an unsafe, toxic environment. Starting with not providing any proper psychological help to unpack all the stress and traumatic experiences that no child should ever be forced to face in the first place (and Force knows, Kenobi too deserved some therapy). Then there is the whole double-standard apparently employed for Skywalker, seen when one compare how Yoda (or Jedi Council) treated Anakin and other Jedi in similar situations, for example how Grandmaster showed concern for his subordinates when the mission demanded from them to work or interact with people with whom they already had personal conflict (from minor aminosy to even serious matter of facing killer of family) but doesn’t seem to give a damn for putting Anakin on missions that directly make him face slavers and even makes him work for Jabba out of all possible people. All because he has the needed experience or whatever the excuse was. Or how there is plenty of Jedi who in fact are family members and can live in the same Temple and no one makes fuss about that (Plo Koon and his niece, Nico and Tae Diath) or can speak openly about their ties to / honoring parents (Adi Gallia, A’Sharad Hett) but when Skywalker mentions Shmi he was either silenced or told “the dreams pass” when Jedi have enough experience to know special dreams / visions may happen thanks to strong connection to the Force. Or giving totally different advice to Anakin and Ahsoka in regard to dreams about someone close to them in danger of dying, in which Anakin heard “The fear of loss is a path to the dark side. [...] Train yourself to let go… of everything you fear to lose.” [RotS] while Ahsoka was told “Visions they are. Underestimate them, You must not. Meditate to see clearly. [,,,] Choose, you must, how to respond to your visions. But remember, always in motion is the future, and many possible futures there are.” [TCW S03E07 - Assassin]. Even if the last one was the creators attempt to present Yoda in more kindly light, it spectacularly backfired by only building more the contrast how Anakin Skywalker was treated by the so called wisest Jedi Master and how Yoda’s personal opinion (fears) affected everyone involved in Skywalker’s training. To the point when Yoda showed support for young Anakin, Kenobi was actually surprised by that. Which speaks a lot about the issue, isn’t it?

And this is even more frustrating to me, because Yoda was presented as a kind mentor to so many padawans and full-trained Jedi alike. Even when he acknowledged that there was darkness in Quinlan Vos and the man had a lot falling with Dark Side through the course of his adult life, when Vos was fighting for his life during Order 66, it was memory of Yoda’s teaching that greatly helped him survive [Star Wars Republic #83]. In contrast, when Anakin hits the worst time in his life to the point of actually seeking Yoda’s advice on his own, he is surprised by old master’s willingness and patience to actually listen to him:

“He’d been surprised by how graciously the ancient Jedi Master had invited him into his quarters, and by how patiently Yoda had listened to his stumbling attempts to explain his question without giving away his secret; Yoda had never made any attempt to conceal what had always seemed to Anakin to be a gruff disapproval of Anakin’s very existence.“ [RotS novel by Matthew Stover]

The different treatment mixed with high exceptions based on some mistic not fully understable ancient prophecy was a dangerous mix that couldn’t lead into a good direction. And this is not even about Anakin as a main hero, this is generally speaking unfair, hurtful approach to any kid, especially ex-slave child that come there to learn Jedi Ways but through the years was made feel unwanted, isolated, frustrated and doubting his own worth (x)(x) and yes, there was a youthful pride but also a constant fear he is and never will be good enough. This is not how you make a functional human being and definitely not a human being with enough proper control of emotions to keep in check an unnatural connection to the Force. The training, no matter how hard and difficult, was only part of being a Jedi, the other important matter was the person's psyche. By different, incomprehensible treatment, teaching a child with clear signs of PTSD to deeply bury inside himself all his traumas, fears, stress rather than help to unpack the emotional burden and teach him proper control is not only cruel and inhuman but also asking for disaster. Hell, even Darth Sidious could see that coming but not the Jedi.

And to be honest, after so many years I do not ask myself anymore how Anakin’s Fall to Dark Side could have happened. Only, how he managed to keep so long to the Light Side / Jedi mindset?

So for me, all the problems and great Jedi errors were rooted in Yoda and his fear of change, of the unknown that Force did not feel like sharing with him. It is Yoda and his openly said reservations about ex-slave child that was brave to leave everything he knew, everyone he loved behind to become Jedi but was casted away, as too old, too angry, too dangerous. A reservation that most Jedi masters took into their hearts because one green old, immutable gremlin happened to be seen as the wisest Jedi and if he said there was something wrong, they all looked for the wrongness and focused on that. Because Yoda’s fears made others beware too and in result, made Anakin’s life in Jedi Order more hardship than it was necessary. I really think if Jedi masters (Yoda) give him a fair chance, things would look much better. Not giving Skywalker any privileges because of the Chosen One status? Completely understandable. But treating him differently, harsher than other students, because he could be dangerous? Total failure on their part. The more so because every child with connection to Force and every adult Jedi was a potential a threat to others. Anakin was not an exception in that matter.

#my replies #star wars #anakin skywalker #yoda #anti yoda because that little gremlin screwed up so badly and by doing so gave bad direction for other jedi masters #don't get me wrong anakin had his problems and he wasn't the easiest padawan to teach either #but jedi masters were an actual adults that have power over anakin and other kids #blaming a child for their own mistakes does not solve the problem of their toxic and harmful behaviour #but of course that is just my personal opinion #feel free to disagree #but please don't bring the obi wan and anakin comics to me as additinal source for how jedi failed anakin #because this one story is absolutely infair and out of character for anakin jedi and papatine #one day i wil rant about that too

[felinaone]

Old memories {part one}

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SUMMARY✧ with the Jedi master Qui Gon jinn and his Padawan Obi Wan Kenobi going on a mission Obi wan can not help feeling anxious about leaving her soon to be Padawan dah'lia alone after some time ago.

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WARNING(S)✧ some fluff, angst, a bit of abandonment issues from dah'lia, mention of past traumas of dah'lia, some mommy issues?, Star wars oc (Sorry I'm not that good with warnings yet)

RATING✧ Sfw/ general audience

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WORDS✧1.5k

A/N: a little context, this takes place in the before the beginning of Star wars episode 1: The phantom menace before Qui Gon and obi wan left the Jedi temple to start their mission also this is a sleeper

32 BBY: Coruscant, the Jedi temple 6:00 am

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It was still dark outside, but in coruscant it's never really quiet you can always hear air speeders passing by or the traffic of people that are going to work early or if you listen more carefully you will still hear people in the bars of coruscant but today, the youngling Dah'lia was sleeping peacefully tugged in her sleeper sheets and hugging her pillow while dreaming of the adventures she will have with her soon to be master Obi Wan Kenobi, when a soft knock was heard in her door waking her, she opened her eyes being alert trying to sense with her force who was the person behind the door when a familiar voice spoked to her from outside "dah'lia? it's me obi, are you there?" After hearing that dah'lia practically jumped from her sleeper and ran to her door opening it to see the man himself outside "hello there little one, I didn't startled you did i?" he said with a playful smirk knowing dah'lia had just woken up "good morning obi no you didn't, how can I help you this early?" She lied a little nervous rubbing her little eyes open as she let's him pass to her room "nothing you have to worry" he said sitting on her sleeper and then patting the sleeper so she can come closer, she sighed in relief coming closer to Obi Wan "i just came here to inform you that master Qui Gon and I are going on a mission and we will not be able to go visit you on your training for some days" obi wan said playing with his own hand's nervously looking at dah'lia "can I go with you?" Dah'lia asked with hopefull Brown eyes looking into his sky Blue ones "I-i am afraid you can not go little one.." Obi Wan said stuttering and feeling some what anxious, it wasn't like he didn't try, he did try to stay with her but the Jedi council didn't let him this time as much as he always tries this time they we're sure about their decision and told him that he can't get attached to dah'lia as well as saying she was old enough to understand him leaving the temple for a few days, he on the other hand doesn't think the same he knows how difficult it is for dah'lia to stay alone ever since she arrived the temple but he also knows that he doesn't have a say when the council has already taken their last decision "but remember when you become my Padawan you will always join me as long the Jedi council allows me just as I promised you okay? " he told her as he tried putting a warm smile for her "yes obi..." The little girl replied looking down bitting her lip nervously "i am going to miss you little one never think that I won't" obi wan admitted as he opened his arms to embrace her "i know, i am going miss you too obi" she responded embracing him back really tight as she closed her eyes and her lips started to tremble "I'll be back before you can even notice I'm gone you'll see" he replied caressing her long black hair before cutting the hug to get up of her sleeper and walk out of the room as fast as he could before he tried to look back and stay disobeying the Jedi council orders, for now he felt a knot in his throat as he's walking, meanwhile the little dah'lia watches him leaving her room holding up her own tears that try falling from her eyes after all she didn't want to make Obi wan regret his decision and make him stay just for her, "No" dah'lia thought she needed to be strong and make Obi Wan proud.

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30 minutes later

Obi wan and Qui Gon meet in the hall of the temple "so how did it went with dah'lia?" Qui Gon asked as he walked through the hall with his Padawan taking a glance at his sadden expression "better than I expected master, she is really maturing so fast" Obi Wan replied to his master still sad but proud "indeed, who would thought that she is the little shy girl that i meet in naboo six years ago" Qui Gon replied feeling nostalgic as they walked to the ship "yes.. she was so little back then and now she's the best of the group of younglings" he replied getting nostalgic just like his master "i still remember your face when I arrived to the temple with dah'lia in my arms" he chuckled making Obi Wan go stiff from embarrassment of his reaction back then he thought dah'lia was his master lost unknown daughter and his master would have to retire or would be expelled by the Jedi order meaning he couldn't be his master anymore, thinking about it now Dah'lia did look a lot like his master back then maybe that was the reason why he thought they were related, but now after his younger self demanded some dna tests to his master making sure he wasn't going to leave him some day without telling him, he now knew for sure that the thought wasn't true "I'm just glad she's with us now, i could not imagine how she would be now if you didn't found her and saved her that day from that terrible woman. " Obi Wan said a little angered remembering how his master once told him dah'lia's caregiver wasn't even afected when he wanted to take her so they could train her the ways of the force and almost sell her if to his master if he didn't take her "careful now Padawan we do not judge people for their actions, that is not the way of the Jedi's." Qui Gon told him sending a warning look at him before getting on the ship "yes master i apologize for my words" he replied almost serious getting in the ship as well even though deep in his heart he didn't mean it, dah'lia did deserve someone who taked better care of her at that time but he knew that she didn't need that woman anymore she was happy in the temple with him, his master and the other younglings, he just hoped that one day he could be a great master to her just like his master is with him.

A/N: hi! So this is the prologue to the story of my oc dah'lia and also the first thing I have written what did you think? I'm thinking like making four of these (the others will be longer of course) nine year old dah'lia before we start with teenager dah'lia and then the adult dah'lia, so please tell me your opinion to my first fic in the comments it would help me a lot to improve! That's all for now, thanks for reading. 💞🥰

#obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #dahlia #star wars #star wars oc #naboo #obi wan series #fic prompt #fic progress #fic promo #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #din djarin x jedi freader #din djarin x reader

[ecto-american]

Stuck (Stubbornly)

Phic Phight Oneshot for @deuynndoodles​ : Jack and Maddie are stuck in the Ghost Zone. Fortunately for them, Phantom's around and willing to help out. However, they'll rather be arrested by a ghost warden and put in ghost jail before they'd allow some teenage menace to help them. Oh wait...

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"Should we call Jazz or Danny?" Jack suggested.

Maddie stared out into the unending void of the Ghost Zone. It hurt to think that their voyage, a trip that they had been planning out for months, would end so soon already, but they had barely made any progress when they realized just how much fuel the Specter Speeder was guzzling. Something was wrong.

"...Not yet," she determined. "We should have emergency fuel. We should be able to get back without any problems. Can you refill?"

"You got it," Jack replied, and he got out of the co-pilot seat. She could hear him go to the back, and shuffling around. He didn't say anything for a while, and that immediately began to unnerve her, but she kept her attention on the dashboard, trying to think of what went wrong when building. Was their fuel lines loose? Was there gas leaking everywhere? "Uh, Mads? I'm not seeing it?"

Her blood froze, but no need to panic. Maybe he just didn't see…

Maddie walked to the back and checked. And checked. Moved some stuff around, checked some more.

They had no emergency fuel.

"Why don't we go outside and check the engine?" Jack suggested. "Maybe we can figure something out." With a dry mouth, she nodded, and they hesitantly went outside to check.

There were no ghosts around, thankfully, just an endless green void. They knew that they would be safe breathing in the GZ air, thanks to their prior tests and experiments. They hooked themselves to a rope using a carabiner clip, the other end tied tightly to the speeder. Floating unnerved her, and she kept a hand on the speeder as they went to the front of the speeder. Jack popped the hood, and smoke floated out, making Maddie's heart sink. This was definitely not a good sign at all, or something that could be a simple fix.

"Need some help?"

Maddie looked over her shoulder to see…

"Absolutely not," she scowled. Phantom was floating nearby.

"Are you sure?" he asked. He floated up a bit higher to glance at their vehicle. "Looks like you got. Well, uh, basically car trouble."

"Leave. Now."

Phantom opened his mouth to say more, but Maddie pulled her ecto-gun out.

"We don't want help from some lowlife ghost!" she hissed. Phantom put his hands up in surrender and flew away.

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An hour passed, and they decided to take a break working on the engine. Every possible problem that she could think of had been exhausted, and she had to take a break to both cool down and think. She sat on the steps leading into the speeder, with Jack deciding to lay on the floor of the inside.

"Fuel line wasn't broken, none of the lines were cut or had knicks. There's no reason it should be draining so much gas," Jack thunk aloud. "There shouldn't be anything besides the engine that the gas is going to, and there's no weird random connections to anywhere else. The battery's still good."

"And we forgot the emergency fuel," Maddie slumped over. Jack sighed.

"It's my own fault," he replied. "I should have checked to make sure Jazz and Danny had properly put all the supplies in. A proper exploration team always triple checks before a voyage."

Maddie could only give a low hum of agreement as she stared out into the zone. She felt somebody pat the side of the speeder, and she scowled as she saw Phantom grinning at her, giving a half way.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed.

"I brought help this time," Phantom told her, and he jerked a thumb behind him. It was finally then that she noticed the Red Huntress. Maddie raised an eyebrow.

"How in the world…" she murmured, only to trail off as she stared at the two of them. Jack sat up, and he poked his head out of the speeder.

"Oh dope! It's my favorite huntress!" Jack boomed. Red seemed bashful at the comment, shifting her weight onto her other foot and rubbing her upper arm.

"I mean, if you don't trust me or want my help, I figured you'd be willing to let a human help," Phantom explained, motioning towards Red.

"So, do you need help?" Red finally spoke up. She reached down to pat her left calf. "I have some tools with me, but I can always go and fetch more."

Something in Maddie's gut told her that this was very, very odd. Humans and ghosts working together so...willingly like this. She had taken note that Phantom and Red hadn't hunted each other down or fought like they used to, but she just assumed that they didn't quite run into each other that much anymore. Both were unpredictable with odd schedules and routines.

She glanced at Jack, who despite his initial enthusiasm, seemed to share her feelings, and she shook her head no.

"We'll be fine," she insisted. "You two should leave."

Red stared at Phantom, who shrugged his shoulders.

"So, wanna just go get some boba tea?" Phantom asked.

"And just leave them here?" Red scowled, motioning to the Fentons.

"They don't want our help," he replied. Red glanced from Phantom and the Fentons, who studied the two of them. She finally shrugged as well.

The two began to idly chat as they flew off, their conversation becoming more and more distant.

"That was weird," Maddie mused.

"Yeah, I thought she and Phantom were rivals," Jack mused. Maddie shrugged. Right now she wasn't too invested in the mystery. She'd worry about that later when they got home.

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Judging by their phones (which they had worriedly learned that they oh-so-helpfully had no reception in the land of the undead), another hour passed since Phantom and Red had left. Jack was deep into the engine, fiddling with a possible solution to the problem as Maddie stood nearby. She continued to think as she looked around. She was surprised that they hadn't been bothered by now.

"Trespassing in an unauthorized vehicle that is also a real world item," a deep southern voice boomed. Well, she absolutely spoke too soon.

They whipped their heads to see a huge, hulking figure, an all white man with a black hat, black gloves and wearing a suit of white.

"Ghost!" Jack squawked. He scrambled to grab his gun, Maddie already having hers drawn. The ghost frowned deeply. Maddie was finally very aware of just how many ghosts were surrounding them. Too many to count, but they all looked exactly like the ghosts that terrorized Amity Park years before, all identical and matching in uniform that resembled a SWAT team. There was also vehicles resembling police cars and police vans.

"Resisting arrest. That's against the rules," he continued. He opened a large green and white book in his hands, flipping to another page. "Assault and battery with a deadly weapon." He glanced up at them with an angry glare. "Y'all are going away for a long, long time."

"We're not going anywhere," Jack frowned. He charged up his weapon.

Maddie looked around, and she shivered anxiously. There was no way they could take on all these ghosts. She nudged Jack, and he side-eyed her curiously. She lowered her weapon, and she used her head to motion around them. Jack blinked as he looked himself, and all of his confidence left him. He also lowered his weapon.

"We'll go," Maddie finally spoke. The ghost smirked, and he knocked on the side of a police van. The back opened up.

"Surrender your weapons," he ordered.

One of the SWAT ghosts came forward with his arms outstretched. Reluctantly, the adults handed their weapons over, detaching themselves from the speeder and getting into the van.

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Their cell was a lot like a normal cell, and it was just them. Iron bars, no windows, single toilet, and four bunk beds. Jack was laying on one of the beds, facing the fall, as Maddie laid on the one across from him, staring up at the bunk bed above her.

Of course. Of course they ended up in ghost jail. It was just their luck. Though a scientist part of her was giddy at knowing that ghosts had some kind of legal system! Who would have known!

As she tried to start figuring out what on earth to do, she heard something banging against the jail bars.

She immediately sat up, staring to see Phantom making the noise by banging something in his hand on the bars. He was staring at them with a bright smile, and it only made her mood drop even more.

"Phantom!" Maddie hissed, standing fully and going up to the bars. "How did you find us?"

"We came back to check on you guys and see if you changed your minds," Phantom explained. Jack got up from his own bed to come over, looking surprised to see the infamous ghost teen. "Technus and Skulker were looting your speeder, and they said Walker arrested you. So we came by as quickly as we could."

The Fenton adults could see Red nearby, glancing around the corner. She was keeping watch.

"We're not going with you," Jack replied. Phantom rolled his eyes.

"Okay, and what? Stay here forever? Never see your kids again?" he asked. Their faces instantly dropped. "So do you wanna go home or not?"

Maddie narrowed her eyes at him before noticing that he was holding a metallic-looking cup of boba tea and raising an eyebrow.

"You brought a snack with you," she said. Phantom shrugged, offering it to her.

"Want a sip?"

"No! Just!" Maddie glanced at Jack worriedly, and he mirrored her expression. They, unfortunately, knew that they really...didn't have a choice. "Get us out of here!"

"Danny, you may wanna hurry it up," Red's voice called out softly to them. Maddie did a double take. Oh yeah. Danny Phantom. Huh, she kinda forgot about that.

Phantom nodded, and he dropped the boba tea, letting it float in the air as he phased them out of the jail cell. Maddie stared at him.

"Wait, you can just phase through?" she asked. Phantom shrugged.

"Uh, sorta yes, sorta no," he replied, grabbing his tea.

"Danny!" Red's voice hissed. Phantom glanced to her.

"Okay, so super quick rundown of Ghost Zone rules. In the Ghost Zone, you guys are the ghosts, so you basically can fly and phase through objects, so Red can phase through objects and you guys too, but this is also a human cell that only I can get you out, and speaking out getting out, we need to leave. Now," Phantom quickly explained. As soon as he finished, he motioned for them to follow him.

He began to fly towards Red, and they jogged after him. Phantom peered around the corner before pulling back. Red did too.

"How's our escape route looking?" Phantom asked. He took a sip of his drink as Red pulled up a map on her suit. She studied it for a bit.

"Hmm. We may run into some trouble," Red mused. "Best bet is for me to take Mr. and Mrs. Fenton and phase with them out of here, and…" She gave a weird pause. "We'll uh. Wait for you to escape on your own." Phantom sucked on his drink, and the sound of air coming through as he ran out of boba tea grinded Maddie's nerves.

"Oh would you just!" Maddie scowled, and she slapped the cup out of Phantom's hands.

"Hey! I paid for that!" Phantom cried out. He scrambled to pick it up. "They were having an unlimited refills special if you got that cup!" Red snorted in amusement.

"Danny, they kicked you out for getting too many refills anyway," she reminded him. Phantom made a face.

"Well maybe they shouldn't advertise it as unlimited refills then," he retorted.

"Most people don't drink twelve cups of boba tea," she replied.

"Maybe I should be rewarded for being able to drink that much then."

"Hm, we'll debate it later," Red replied. "Look, I'll get them out and meet you on the other side. Got it?"

"Got it," Phantom replied. To Maddie's horror and shock, Red lifted her visor up, but not all the way. Just enough to expose her lips, and she leaned into Phantom to give him a light peck on the lips.

"Be careful," she told him. Phantom nodded.

"I will," he promised. "If I'm not with you in five minutes. Just." He paused. "Leave without me, get the Fentons home, and then come back for me." Red nodded as her visor went all the way down.

"Grab my hands," Red instructed the Fentons. Maddie blinked, reluctantly taking one of her hands. Jack took the other. Red summoned her board, jumping in the air and allowing it to manifest beneath her. She held onto them tightly and flew through the walls.

Instinctively, Maddie closed her eyes as she flew through. Only to feel no impact. A blur of walls impaired her vision with constant flashes of the darkness of being in a thick jail wall and the light of the prison rooms and hallways. She blinked as the neutral green skies of the Ghost Zone finally greeted her, and Red continued flying until they were a decent distance from the prison. And now that she had a moment to think…

"What the hell are you thinking?" she exclaimed to Red. The huntress snapped her attention to her in confusion.

"What? You would have died if we let you stay in there!" she scowled.

"No, not that!" Maddie clarified. "I mean, thank you so much for helping us, but you? And Phantom?"

"Exactly!" Jack agreed. "He's an absolute menace! He's a danger! Don't you guys fight? What happened to all of that?"

She could see a glimpse of Red's face under her heavily tinted visor, and Maddie was sure that the girl looked embarrassed and was likely turning as red as her suit.

"Oh man, it's a looong story," Red sighed heavily. "Uh, best and easiest and quickest way I can explain it is; a lot of the things that made me angry with him was a misunderstanding, and I found out that he's...actually a really sweet guy. I know it's weird to say, but, um. Well, I've never met a guy who was so kind, thoughtful and romantic. My life's kinda hectic, and he just...he really goes out of his way to make it easier on me."

"How so?" Jack wondered.

"Well, like. He does a lot of my household chores and stuff like laundry, bringing me lunch when I have long shifts at work, listening to me when I have a bad day," she explained. "He makes life a lot easier and better."

How cute. If it wasn't between a dead teenage menace and this poor, obviously manipulated girl. It honestly reminded Maddie a lot of her own Danny and his little girlfriend, Valerie. Valerie told her a few times about Danny doing some of her chores at home since Valerie was so busy working and doing school. It kinda pissed Maddie off, since Danny never seemed to remember his own chores at home, but she never felt like bringing it up to him because, well, at least he was really good to her. She'd be ashamed of him if he was any lesser.

"Hey!" Phantom called out as he zoomed towards them. "Let's go! Quick!"

Red nodded. She passed Jack off to Phantom, and the two teenagers flew the Fentons home.

#phics #my phics #phic phight 2021

[sekceesimps]

A Rose Made of Chains Teaser

a/n thank you so much for 25 followers! Here is the teaser to a new chapter fic I’m writing. We plan on publishing the first couple chapters at 50 followers. Thanks for all the support guys. 

 Sincerely Coffee

Teaser for a Rose Made of Chains. 

Ch 1    Ch 2    Ch 3

teaser for part 2,    Ch 4,     Ch 5,   Ch 6,  Ch 7

A soulmate AU chapter fic of Kurapika (Aged Up) and Reader who was kidnapped by the Phantom Troupe

Pairings: Kurapika x fem!reader (romantic), Chrollo x reader (romantic), Hisoka x reader (if you squint), Machi x reader (if you squint), gon killua leorio x reader (platonic), troupe x reader (platonic)

Story Warnings: smut, kidnapping, violence, torture, improper use of nen, stockholm syndrome, psychological abuse, forced kiss, body insecurities, dub con  

Panicked breaths tore through the silent room. Your ragged gasps for air breaking the peace of the pitch dark stillness. As your eyes slowly adjust you try to calm yourself, you focus on your soulmark and the level-headed blonde that has the matching one. It used to feel like reassurance but now it’s become a mark of pain and conflict. 

“How are you feeling?” a calming baritone voice spoke through the darkness. As he steps forward you take in his menacing appearance. He’d come to visit your torture sessions several times before already. Each time he would stand close to the shadows, just out of sight, but still close enough for you to see him. He never said much, choosing to watch you instead. 

“I’d feel better if you just let me leave” you whimper softly. The ropes that a spider had secured on you when you had gotten here were digging roughly into your skin. You felt like your nen was constrained and it was hard to breath. 

“You know I can’t do that darling,” he all but purred, the pet name setting your face on fire with blush. “all you have to do is say yes.” he continued, coming closer and closer to your face. You do your best to move away from him. “Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Chrollo Lucilfer. It truly is a shame that we had to meet like this.” he had his finger raised now and languidly stroked the side of your cheek. 

You whimper softly at his movement. His intense ashen eyes felt like they were piercing your soul. “All you have to do is say yes and all of the pain can go away,” he grinned down at your pitifully shaking form. 

Your tangible fear seemed to edge him on as he got closer and closer to the side of your face. “I don’t want to,” you stated in a last attempt of defiance. 

His warm breath was fanning across your bloodied cheek. “Oh, but you will.” He remarked casually before leaning down further to your flushed body. 

#kurapika #kurapika x reader #x reader #fic #fanfic #chapter #hxh #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hisoka #chrollo #hisoka x reader #chrollo x reader #machi #feitan #phantom troupe #dub con #smut #soulmate #au #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka morrow

[chadillacboseman]

No One Can Kill a Jedi

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn X GN!Reader Warnings: Obligatory old man warning, no smut if you can believe it, lads. Word Count: Idk like 700 or smth Summary: Local Coruscant library worker thirsts after some old Jedi. A/N: I'm on my Qui-Gon bullshit and I'm taking you all down WITH ME! This takes place prior to The Phantom Menace and is pre-Obi Wan becoming Jinn's Padawan.

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Qui-Gon Jinn was different from the other Jedi, you knew that from the moment he strode into the library on Coruscant. Knights like him were a common sight since the temple was mere blocks away, but rarely did they ever set foot in the library where you worked.

The Jedi could be found almost every Zhellday, seated at a table in the far corner, holocrons spread out before him like chess pieces.

Occasionally, he would pause to ask you for assistance, his gunmetal eyes lighting up as you guided him to the section he sought.

His studies seemed to focus on the Wellspring of Life and ancient texts on the Force. You had once asked him why he did not use the library in the temple and he had merely replied that he preferred the privacy here.

You had left it at that.

Over time, you grew accustomed to the Jedi's presence, often stopping by his table to ask him for news from the outer rim and of the conflicts of the galaxy. Qui-Gon always smiled warmly and regaled you with a tale of his escapades since the last time you spoke.

You found his deep voice and shining eyes captivating, often getting lost in his stories for minutes before another patron pulled you away.

Jinn was handsome, there was no denying that. When he spoke, he often stood close to you, leaning in to stay quiet for the others in the library. Sometimes, he would rest a hand on your arm and your heart would flutter like a schoolgirl.

And you supposed a crush was harmless- after all, the Jedi were forbidden by code to love or form attachments. Part of that made you sad, though, knowing he could never be yours.

"Is something troubling you?" Qui-Gon's gentle voice startled you from the daydream you had been engrossed in behind your desk.

"Oh, no-" you felt your ears grow warm, "just...daydreaming."

The Jedi smiled softly and chuckled, "It must have been an excellent one, judging by your expression."

You thought of the dream- of the way you had almost been able to feel Qui-Gon's lips on yours, and you cleared your throat loudly, "It was," you gulped, "Just thoughts of home."

You wondered if the Force gave Jedi the ability to detect a lie. If it did, Jinn gave no hint that he knew the truth, and only smiled before heading to his usual table.

You stared after him longingly, still dreaming of his lips on yours and his hands in your hair.

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You found it strange when you didn't see Qui-Gon for several weeks. You found yourself worrying that he had been injured, or worse, killed, on one of his outer rim missions. Every time the mechanical door whirred open, your head snapped up, searching for the Jedi.

By the fourth week, your heart had grown heavy. You knew it wasn't uncommon for Jedi to die in their line of work- they were, after all, the peacekeepers of the galaxy. But still, his absence weighed heavily on you, and the emptiness at his usual table broke your heart.

Closing time was lonely without the Jedi’s presence- the few late patrons cleared out slowly and you took to cleaning the tables and re-shelving holocrons. You were bent low over a table, engrossed in your work, when you heard the door whirr open.

“We’re closing-” your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes fell on Qui-Gon framed in the doorway. You let out a small gasp at the sight of him and despite your misgivings, you ran to the Jedi and threw your arms around him.

Qui-Gon stumbled back a step, surprised at your action, but quickly returned the gesture.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, “I was worried.”

The Jedi chuckled and smoothed a hand through your hair, sending butterflies into your chest. “Sorry to have worried you,” he murmured as he pulled away gently.

He was so close. You could take in every detail of his face. Every small line, every faint hint of gray hair peppered in his beard-

The kiss caught you off guard and you almost pulled away reflexively. You thought maybe you were dreaming, fast asleep at one of the library tables- but no, the Jedi was kissing you. He was pulling you in close, one broad hand cupping the small of your back, and you felt like your knees would give out any moment.

When the two of you finally moved apart, Qui-Gon's eyes were locked on yours and your head was spinning.

"I thought-" you paused, choosing your next words carefully, "the Jedi Code-"

Qui-Gon smiled, radiant and warming-

"Not all of us adhere to such a strict code."

#qui-gon jinn #jedi #star wars #qui-gon jinn x reader #reminder that Liam Neeson is 6'4 lol #i used 'murmured' in this fic lmao #im bullying myself

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Hi! I love your work! Do you take requests? If so, would you mind doing something like maybe Skulker is looking for Phantom so in the middle of the day he comes to find Fenton to use him as bait while he's in the middle of class? And the class' reaction, because holy crap Fenton knows a ghost, and Phantom coming to save him? If not, that's totally fine, too!

I love the idea! I may have gotten a little carried away...whoops ^-^’ I focused more on Fenton and his classmates than on the romance, but I hope you’ll like it!

A paper football smacked directly into Fenton’s neck. Fenton cringed and gritted his teeth. In the desk behind him, he heard Dash snicker and the dull smack of two hands connecting as he high-fived Kwan. Mr. Lancer continued droning on about Shakespeare’s career, too passionate to notice Dash’s behavior—assuming he would care. He would probably just see it as another form of punishment for Fenton’s actions.

Not punishment for taking too many bathroom breaks or arriving late to class, though. No, Fenton’s days as a misbehaved student were supposed to be over, brought to an end by his and Phantom’s separation. He no longer needed to escape class to fight ghosts. He no longer needed to think about ghosts at all.

In theory…

Avoiding ghosts might have worked if Fenton could just stop thinking about his other half. 

For weeks after they had separated, they had barely spoken, but then Fenton had to go and open his big mouth, invite Phantom to play a round on his video game, driven by some instinct or by some longing he couldn’t put a name to. Phantom was just…he was his missing half. Being around him felt right. It wasn’t that crazy that Fenton had missed him, right? That they had stayed up nearly all night talking, playing, and joking? That Phantom visited almost every night, that they were rebuilding something new between them?

There was just so much to talk about, so many things to share, so many things to experience together in ways they never had as one. A month had passed with the two of them growing closer, and Fenton was losing his mind, he was sure of it.

What else but madness would have made him meet Phantom’s kiss with one of his own?

He had gotten caught texting Phantom. There was just so much they needed to figure out about what they were feeling… Lancer had confiscated his phone and moved Fenton to the front of the class where Lancer could “keep an eye on him.”

A fourth football landed without Lancer’s eye seeing a thing.

Fenton groaned and dropped his forehead onto the desk.

“Head up, Mr. Fenton,” Mr. Lancer ordered without looking.

Amazing, Fenton thought irritably as he lifted his head. He knows and sees everything except—

An invisible hand seized Fenton’s wrist, cold metal plates painfully squeezing his arm. He drew in a sharp breath. Before he could call out a warning, the ghost flew above his desk, lifting Fenton by his arm until they were at eye-level several feet from the ground.

Skulker, fully visible now, grinned viciously at Fenton’s stunned face.

“Crime and Punishment!” Mr. Lancer yelped.

The other students jumped from their seats, screaming. They ran for the door, but Skulker activated something by flicking the fingers of his free hand, and green electric bars sprang up in front of the door and the windows. The students cried out in fear and backed away from the bars. Fenton grabbed the arm holding his wrist and tried to pull himself up or at least relieve the strain on his shoulder and wrist. He grunted, kicked his feet, but he couldn’t manage a chin-up one-handed. He could barely do them with two.

“A bit overkill,” Skulker mused aloud, staring at Fenton’s classmates, “I have my bait, I don’t need hostages, but perhaps one of you lot can perform a service for me.”

“Skulker,” Fenton growled under his breath, trying to slip his voice underneath the fearful screams and yelling so he would only be heard by Skulker, “what the heck are you doing? You know I’m not half-ghost anymore, let me go.”

Skulker laughed, a cruel, creepy sound due to the robotic speakers and the natural echo in his voice. Fenton’s classmates shrank back from him. “You now serve a new purpose for me, whelp.” He swung Fenton by his wrist, Fenton’s legs swinging freely, and then, before Fenton could squeak a protest, he tossed him.

Fenton cried out and tried uselessly to activate powers that were no longer there. It took five seconds. Five seconds of falling before he landed on the cement floor. 

Air burst from his lungs. Pain and shock exploded from his back. He tried gasping in a breath, but his lungs didn’t seem to be working. He choked before managing a ragged inhale.

Skulker’s boot pressed down on his chest before he could roll over and curl into a ball. Fenton groaned, his back screaming, but he wrapped his fingers around the boot and tried to shove it off. He couldn’t. Without ghost powers, he was too weak. He was too disoriented. Had he hit his head? He thought his back took the full brunt of his fall, but his head might have bounced back.

Add super healing to the list of powers I wish I had right now, he thought woozily.

He had never hurt so much during a ghost fight, not even when he had been thrown through buildings. He had made craters in pavement and climbed out of the pit with only a sore shoulder. If this was the sort of dangers full humans faced during every ghost attack…

No wonder they always ran away.

Except Sam and Tucker… Fenton pried his eyes open and turned his head toward his classmates, desperately searching for the friends he knew wouldn’t be there. They shared a math class with Valerie during final period. Skulker must have waited until Fenton was isolated from any other ghost hunter who could help. But why?

“Where is your communications device?” Skulker asked him.

Fenton turned his head and blinked stupidly up at him. “What?”

“Your…” Skulker snapped his fingers together as he searched for the word he needed, “rectangular device. Phone. Phone! Yes, that was it. Where is your phone, whelp?”

Fenton tipped his head back and looked toward Lancer’s desk. It was probably there somewhere, but…he could see Mr. Lancer and a few of his classmates huddling behind the desk. He lowered his chin and looked incredulously up at Skulker again. “That’s why you’re attacking me? My phone? What the hell do you need my phone for?”

“Dude,” one of the jocks, Brad, hissed. “What the fuck are you doing, Fenton? Shut up and do what he says!”

Skulker snorted—or mimicked one, anyway. “Better do as the other whelps advise, child. You’re a great deal more delicate without your powers.”

Fenton hissed in a breath, but his classmates would hopefully miss the implication—if he spoke fast enough and gave them something else to think about. “Tell me what you want my phone for, first.”

Brad groaned.

“He’s a dead man,” Kwan whispered.

“To contact your ghost half, why else?” Skulker said disdainfully.

Fenton wanted to scream. “I don’t have one!” he said, the words almost tripping over each other as they rushed from his mouth.

“What?” Skulker’s menacing tone softened into something almost civil. “A phone? You don’t have a phone? Perhaps I can make one for you. I understand these devices are important to human development. And it would serve my purposes to be able to reach one ghost child through the other.”

“Stop—Damn it, Skulker! I don’t have a ghost half!” Fenton tipped his chin up and raised his voice. “I am one hundred percent human!”

“Oh yes, now,” Skulker grumbled bitterly. “You two have cheated me of a unique specimen.”

“Wow, sorry,” Fenton deadpanned.

“What the fuck are they talking about?” Dash demanded. He tried to whisper it, but his high-pitched voice easily carried his words to Fenton and Skulker. “What the hell is a ghost half? Why is that robot ghost after Fenton?”

Fenton glared pointedly up at Skulker, trying to communicate a silent “look what you did” reprimand, but Skulker only moved his head in a way that made Fenton think the tiny ghost inside it was rolling his eyes. A blade shot out of the armor’s wrist. Skulker touched the flat side to Fenton’s cheek, and Fenton drew in a breath, the cold touch of the blade spreading throughout his body.

“Your phone, whelp,” Skulker said, once again sounding menacing. A few of Danny’s classmates wailed in terror.

Fenton snapped, “I don’t have it!”

Skulker twisted the blade, the edge pressing into Fenton’s cheek. “Last chance, whelp.”

“Wait!” Lancer stood from behind his desk. Paulina and a couple other students stood with him, looking petrified. “Stop, stop!” He lifted Fenton’s phone above his head. “I have it! You can have it if you release him.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” Skulker blade moved away from Fenton’s cheek, however, allowing Fenton to breathe a little easier. “Awaken it for me.” Skulker’s false lips spread into a wicked grin. “We shall be making a little phone call…”

Fenton narrowed his eyes.

“Uhh…” Lancer began, uncertainly. “It’s, uh, it’s asking for some sort of password?”

“His password is numerical!” Mikey called from within the crowd of students clustered around the door. “A pin! Seven-eight-nine-zero.”

“Hey!” Fenton cried. “How do you know that?”

“You have other things to worry about, Fenton!” Kwan reminded him pointedly.

Lancer typed in the pin number and then stared down at the phone like he was facing down a complex puzzle. “How, uh, do I make a phone call on this thing?”

“Oh here!” Paulina snatched the phone from Lancer’s hands. “You just press the little phone icon, see?” She glanced up at Skulker and seemed to shrink in on herself, her confidence faltering. Fenton couldn’t really blame her. He remembered being terrified of Skulker the first few times he had met him too. “Um, what’s the phone number?”

“Child?” Skulker nudged Fenton’s cheek with the flat of his blade again.

Fenton kept his head turned toward Paulina and glared at Skulker from the corner of his eyes. “What?”

“The phone number, human child.”

Fenton snorted. “You haven’t said what you want to call him for yet.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Spell it out for me.”

“In my efforts to study my prey’s habits, I have noticed the two of you getting…” Skulker tilted his head, “closer, shall we say? You have been spending a great deal of time together, lately. I don’t know how far things have gotten, but the signs of a ghost in love are fairly obvious. That is a weakness I can use. You are a weakness. Once he knows I have you, my prey will come to me.”

“You should change your name to Stalker,” Fenton grumbled, blushing.

The blush worsened as his classmates made little “ohhh” sounds of dawning understanding.

“Fenton has a ghost boyfriend,” Mikey said, his laugh too strained to be natural. “That must be what they mean by ghost half!!”

“Idiot,” Kwan groaned. “If this ghost doesn’t kill him, his parents are going to.”

Dash cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted, “Hey, Fenton, maybe you should dump your kinky ghost boyfriend before you get the rest of us killed over it!”

“Oh, fuck you!” Fenton shouted back, turning into the blade in order to glare at his classmates. “We’re not dating! We just kind of—He just…it’s complicated!"

Skulker snapped, “Whelp!” and turned Fenton’s head with the blade until Fenton’s glare had resettled on the ghost. “His phone number. Now!”

“No!” Fenton snapped back. “Forget it! I’m not going to let you use me as bait so you can—”

He cut off with a shriek of pain as the point of Skulker’s blade sliced across his cheek. Hot blood gushed from the wound and spilled toward his ear. He writhed under Skulkers boot and reached up to cover the wound, but Skulker’s blade slapped his hands away. Fenton’s classmates were screaming again, the tentative calm Fenton’s behavior had inspired shattered by the sight of so much blood. Tears streamed from Fenton’s eyes. Skulker slapped his hands away again before he could touch his face.

“You!” the hunter pointed at Paulina who quailed and shrank into Lancer. He protectively wrapped his arms around her. “Those devices can capture photos, can they not? Take a picture of this and send it to my prey as well.”

Paulina, trembling, shrieked, “I don’t know the number!”

Skulker looked down pointedly at Fenton. “Shall I give you a matching gash on your other cheek or will you cooperate for once, whelp?”

Fenton glared up at him and gritted his teeth against the pain.

“Look through his contacts!” Mikey shouted.

“Stop—” Fenton gasped in pain as speaking stretched the wound in his cheek. “—Stop helping him!”

“We’re not helping him we’re helping you, you suicidal maniac!” Dash shouted back.

Paulina’s hands shook as she maneuvered through Fenton’s phone. “What would the contact be? What—what do—h-how will I know which one is…?”

“He was texting someone during class,” Lancer said quickly. “That may be your best bet.”

“Mr. Lancer!” Fenton protested.

“Alright!” Paulina nearly sobbed. “Alright, I got it!” She pressed the phone to her ear, and Fenton squirmed under Skulker’s boot.

“Paulina, don’t!” he pleaded. “He’s just going to spring Skulker’s trap!”

“Hello?” Paulina gasped into Fenton’s phone, apparently ignoring Fenton. “Are you Danny’s ghost boyfriend, er ghost half? Yes, my name is Paulina, you have to come quick, there’s a ghost here!” Fresh tears escaped her eyes. “I don’t know his name!”

Skulker grinned. “He’ll know me once you take our picture.” He nudged Fenton’s chin with his blade, forcing his head to turn toward Paulina so his right cheek rested on the floor and the wound on his left cheek was exposed to the air. “Behave, child. Let him see the injury.”

“Uh, hold on,” Paulina told Phantom, “he wants me to take a picture…I don’t know! I’m just doing what I’m told!”

Fenton glared at Skulker from the corner of his eyes as best he could. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“I know.” Skulker grinned viciously down at him. “It’s part of the fun.”

Fenton heard the camera on his phone make an artificial shutter sound and clenched his jaw, the wound on his cheek shrieking.

“O-okay,” Paulina stuttered. “I’m sending it.” She pressed the phone to her ear again. “Did you get it yet? Danny’s bleeding really bad. If you can find Danny Phantom, tell him we need his help!”

Skulker tipped back his head and laughed. “Yes! Tell Phantom to come at once!”

“Oh!” Paulina exclaimed. “You got it? Yeah, it’s a lot of blood, but—” Her expression froze. Her eyebrows furrowed and she pulled the phone away from her ear so she could glare at it. “He hung up on me!”

Skulker chortled. “Excellent! He will rush over here at his fastest speed, don’t you think, human whelp?”

“Probably,” Fenton bit out through his clenched teeth.

Skulker removed his boot from Fenton’s chest, and Fenton didn’t waste any time rolling onto his stomach. He frantically pushed himself onto his hands and feet and scrambled toward his classmates huddled by the door. They backed away from him like he had some sort of disease. Skulker fired something at him—a net—and Fenton crashed to the ground again. He screamed his frustration and struggled against the ropes. Kicking. Pulling. Twisting.

“Damn it!” he howled.

Skulker laughed delightedly at his efforts. He stomped toward Fenton, his mechanical boots making hissing, clicking noises as he approached. “I see you are as fierce as ever, whelp.” He grabbed ahold of the net and lifted Fenton into the air. Fenton hissed as his weight caused the thin ropes to bite into his skin. “But woefully weak. I wonder…if I tied to you to your other half, would you slow him down?” His grin grew more vicious. “That would make for an interesting game.”

Fenton wiggled in the net, trying to get comfortable as he glared at Skulker. “You’ll have to catch him first.”

“It’s only a matter of time, now. His protective instincts and weakness for you shall be his downfall this day.”

Fenton growled through his teeth and kicked Skulker’s chest as best he could through the net.

Skulker snorted. “That tickled…”

“Are you guys sure this was a good idea?” Nathan asked anxiously. “I mean, inviting another ghost here? Isn’t that just going to result in this classroom turning into a battlefield?”

Fenton’s classmates murmured uneasily to each other.

“Not if Phantom gets here first,” Dash declared, his voice only trembling slightly. “He beat this ghost before! He can do it again, no problem!”

“Would you like to tell them, or shall I?” Skulker asked Fenton in an almost conversational tone.

Fenton scowled at him and slumped in his unwelcome hammock. All of his and Phantom’s efforts to keep whatever was building between them secret until they could figure things out for themselves had just been shattered by Skulker’s attack. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Go ahead. They’ll find out when he gets here, anyway…”

Skulker threw his arms outward, Fenton and his net swinging from his fist. Fenton hissed his name in complaint, but Skulker ignored him. “I am Skulker!” Skulker declared in a ringing voice they probably heard from several classrooms down. “The greatest hunter in all the realms! I have vowed to capture the ghost child known as Danny Phantom, and now thanks to all of you and Phantom’s other half…” Skulker raised the net and grinned victoriously at Fenton’s scowling face, “my prey is at this moment speeding toward my trap…”

The quiet that fell over Fenton’s classmates was deafening, tension adding an oppressive pressure to the air so that it felt like Fenton was suffocating.

It was broken by Paulina.

“No!” she screamed. Fenton flinched, assuming her reaction had to do with him and Phantom’s feelings for each other, but Paulina proved him wrong as she fumbled with Fenton’s phone. “No, no, no!” She pressed the phone to her ear. “Pick up, pick up, pick up! Don’t come here, Ghost Boy! Don’t come!”

Skulker laughed. “It’s far too late for that! I have studied my prey well. His temper is always at its most irrational when one he cares for has been harmed.”

Fenton pushed against the confines of his net again. “You bastard,” he growled.

“It’s just Fenton,” Dash said weakly. “Phantom wouldn’t risk everything just for Fenton, would he?”

“But Danny is his ‘other half,’” Mikey pointed out. “That’s what the robot called them. It might be a ghost thing? Danny could be special to him.”

“What, like soulmates?” Kwan asked, sounding almost intrigued.

“It’s Fenton!” Dash gestured at Fenton’s hunched form inside the net. “Just look at him! There’s no way he could be Phantom’s…other half. Soulmate. Thing. No!”

Others murmured their assent.

Fenton groaned. “I can’t decide if being called Phantom’s soulmate is better or worse than the alternative,” he whispered.

“Better,” Skulker whispered back. He lifted his other arm and stared at the screen on his wrist, only partially listening to the humans. “It’s far more amusing.”

“Yeah, for you.”

“Excuse me?” Amanda shoved Dash’s shoulder and pointed at Fenton. “Danny can’t be Phantom’s soulmate?’ Who here has been acting like a total badass? Who just bantered with a ghost while they were threatening him? Who got his cheek slashed because he was trying to be a hero? Like, uh, hello? Are you guys blind? They’re practically the same person!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Fenton groaned.

Skulker chortled.

“Fenton is nothing like Phantom!” Dash objected, sounding offended.

Fenton struggled in his net and searched the classroom for signs of Skulker’s trap. The only thing Skulker had activated were the glowing bars in front of the door and windows, but that was just to keep the humans trapped in the room, wasn’t it? That was why they only blocked physical exits and not the walls or ceiling.

Fenton narrowed his eyes. None of his classmates had actually touched the bars, they had only backed away from them. Skulker might have used the bars for the fear factor, not as a true barrier, and if that were the case, it made sense for them to only block the door and windows. He only needed to stop the humans from getting or receiving help.

“Hey!” Fenton shouted. “Someone run through those bars and get Sam and Tucker!”

His classmates stared incredulously at him. None of them moved an inch.

“It’s far too late for that as well,” Skulker said gleefully. “My prize shall be here in five, four, three, two…” he paused dramatically, “one.”

Phantom flew through the ceiling, his hands already coated with green energy. His head jerked left and right as his eyes searched the room, coming to a stop on Fenton in his net. His eyes widened and his jaw clenched. Fenton swore. His classmates shouted, some cheering Phantom’s name, others screaming for him to run, but Phantom’s eyes narrowed and he looked too pissed to think about running.

“Skulker,” he growled, his glare moving toward Skulker, “let him go.”

“That would be counterproductive.” Skulker lifted Fenton in his net and gave it a little wiggle. Fenton grimaced as he swayed. Phantom’s gaze jerked back to him. Something dropped to the floor, but Phantom’s eyes had become fixated on Fenton again. “If you want him, Ghost Child, come and get him.”

Phantom bared his teeth.

“Don’t do it!” Dash shouted.

Phantom shot forward, one fist pulled back for a truly epic punch. Skulker floated back a few steps, and as soon as Phantom flew over the space where they had been standing, a beam of light shot up from a small cube on the floor. Phantom’s eyes widened. Fenton didn’t understand until a vortex began to pull Phantom down into the cube.

“The Fenton Thermos,” Fenton gasped.

“Inspired by it,” Skulker corrected. “I have endured the indignity often enough to replicate its effects.”

Phantom fought against the pull, struggling to fly out of its range, but the cube floated off the ground and followed his movements. The tip of his spectral tail touched the cube, and in moments it sucked him in completely.

“Phantom!” Fenton and his classmates shouted. He struggled against his net, pulling on the ropes and kicking his feet outward.

Skulker laughed his triumph as he walked toward the cube. Fenton stared in horror at the little black box, his chest aching. Phantom had been captured because of him. It wasn’t over, not by a long shot, but…it wasn’t looking good. Skulker bent down and picked up the cube. He looked between it and Fenton, a wide, vicious grin splitting his face.

Fenton glared at him. “What?”

“How long has it been, human child?” Skulker asked him. “Two years?”

“Just about,” Fenton mumbled.

“It has been a long hunt…”

It’s not over yet, Fenton thought. He tried fitting his fist through the gaps between ropes, but it was no good. The holes were too small. “You cheated!”

Skulker’s eyes narrowed. “Cheated?”

“Cheated!” Fenton repeated.

“I baited and set a trap!”

“You cheated!” Fenton looked at his classmates. They were muttering and staring at the black cube in Skulker’s hands like they had just witnessed something impossible. “Right, guys? He cheated!”

They stared back at Danny with haunted eyes until Dash surged forward, pointing angrily at Skulker, and shouted, “Cheater!”

Starr gasped and exclaimed. “Yes! Cheater!” Her voice took on a practiced tone, and she chanted, “Cheat-er, cheat-er!” until the rest of the class caught on and began to chant it with her.

“I did not cheat!” Skulker yelled, offended, but the class continued chanting. He growled viciously, growing increasingly infuriated by the witnesses to his victory calling foul. It was exactly the kind of pride snatching maneuver Fenton had hoped for, and he waited anxiously to see if Skulker would take the bait.

He did.

“FINE!” Skulker roared. He lifted his arm higher and glared at Fenton as the other students quieted and shrank back from him. “I shall give you and your other half one last chance, whelp.” Slowly, he spread his metal lips apart in an angry grin. “I believe you know how this game is played. Let’s see how well Phantom can keep you alive when he’s tethered to you.”

Fenton sucked in a breath. It wasn’t unexpected, given Skulker’s previous comments, but all the same it was frightening, being hunted. He looked at his classmates. They were his only chance to leave a message, and he shouted, frantic, “Tell Valerie!” before electricity arced through the net into his body. He screamed, arching his back, before everything went mercifully black.

 I would absolutely love to continue this as an actual short story. Like, you’ve all heard of “Danny’s classmates taking a field trip into the Ghost Zone,” now get ready for “Danny’s classmates leading a rescue attempt into the Ghost Zone to free Phantom and his other half/boyfriend Danny!” Ahh it would be so much fun. Valerie would place herself in charge (because she’s actually been through this before, and because she won’t say why they all assume its because she once dated Phantom too which pisses her off) and she and Sam would butt heads a bit on what to do. Tucker would 100% brag about how much he knows about the GZ to Dash and friends like “yeah, that’s right, I’m a badass” but they’re all still reeling over the idea Phantom is 1) gay 2) dating Fento-loser.

Phantom and Fenton, meanwhile, are doing their best to stay alive on Skulker’s island while also dealing with the romantic tension between them.

I would absolutely love it. I have no idea how I would pull it off. Action scenes are my weak point, and I’m not entirely sure how I would sneak all these kids past the Fenton parents, if Jack and Maddie should even be told, if Lancer should go with the kids, or even if they could all fit in the Specter Speeder. RIP my idea lol. I think I might put it up on Ao3 just as a potential story some day? I’m not sure. It needs work, but I made leavemyelevator-alone wait long enough for this prompt lol

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #pitch pearl #I love fulfilling requests; I'm just really slow at it #drabble request #writing trance

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Beauty and the beast

Darth maul x Fem Princess reader

|part 1|may possibly be a 2nd part.

Summary: when maul takes up a job that benefits the sith, he never expected the unimaginable to happen. But here the princess of the backwater planet is, falling for the monstrous Sith. Who's to say maul isn't quite infatuated with her as well?

Warnings: this takes place before the phantom menac! It probably sucks and I once again made up a planet to fit this little idea better! Slight, BRIEF angst. Fluff.

*Not my gif!*

The Sith watched in awe, lips slightly parted in bewilderment at how she flawlessly moved about the room. Floating like a feather among the palace.

Elegant, the first word to grace his mind as he watched the way she moved across the pristine marble floor. Her scarlet dress was made from the finest silk hugging her body perfectly, Gold trimming woven into the plunging neckline that exposed more of her chest to his golden eyes, the slight spicks of crimson like stares alight in the dark sky as he watches from the shadows. She was truly an angel that graced this planet, her beauty incomparable to anything other than the gorgeous creatures on Iego. her smile radiant, voice a melody that rolled off her tongue like molasses. He had only spotted her earlier into the day, but then he was afraid to stare for too long, afraid he'd get caught by the owners of this palace. Why would the king want a monster such as the sith lord gazing upon the princess?

Maul couldn't help but feel the way his hearts practically long to know if her skin were as soft as it looked beneath the chandeliers golden light, wanting to feel her soft ruby painted lips against his in the lightest of kisses. The appending desire to hold her growing into an intense unbearable need the longer he gazed at her while she spoke with people of her kingdom, the ballroom alive with joy and happiness.

This kingdom wasn't as popular as others, rather a backwater planet that the present kings father had built up from the muddy ground, restoring order among the green humid planet. Giving the world law and order like it desperately needed, peace restored to the people who once killed one another over prized possessions or food. The former king built this very palace and hustled enough to earn a wealthy amount of credits to buy the kingdom food, killing no more among this planet. But since this planet, Ethoria was so peaceful and strict on that fact, many people with bounty on their heads sought a secretary here, meaning many bounty hunters came by and broke the law.

So after finding out about a particular assassin, one highly trained to kill the bounty hunters. The present king began bargaining with an old friend, pledging his allegiance to the sith lord count Dooku and aiding him in whatever needs possible if he could just borrow the sith darth maul, the assassin in question. Like say if the king's people ever bear a force sensitive child, Dooku may train the child in the ways of the sith if desired. Of course Maul agreed to help, given the order to do so by his master Darth Sidious.

Maul thought this mission would be quite boring, waiting around all day for the bounty hunters to enter this system to do their killing. But after meeting the king in the throne room and laying eyes on the princess, a gorgeous woman who made even the brightest of stars seem dull. Maul began to rethink his opinion on this mission, it would indeed be intriguing. Especially after the king gave maul the privilege of sleeping in a spare room among the palace.

Her laugh, the angelic sound is what broke his thoughts. Snapped back into reality, Maul is surprised to see the beauty known as the princess stood before him. Her eyes glued to his as she smiles at him. The sight caused his hearts to beat more rapidly, quite literally taking his breath away with one simple look. It was then, he knew she had been trying to speak with him, only to have him gawking like an idiot.

Clearing his throat, Maul bows in courtesy. “Please forgive me princess, my mind seems to be elsewhere” he smiles at her, hands clasped in front of him as the hood of his black cloak covers the horns atop his head, but the golden hue of the ballrooms light shows a glimpse of the ones on his temple.

The princess only lets out a light chuckle, the sound embedding itself in Maul's memory. “No need to worry yourself. I only came by to offer you my company, you looked awful lonely standing over here in the shadows” she said, voice soft. Her eyes roaming his face with a look one could only describe as admiration. It surprised maul to receive such a look from the gorgeous princess.

“I prefer it that way” the words slip off his tongue with no thought to them, her sparkling vibrant Y/E/C eyes seem to deflate, gaze averted to the marble floor.

“Oh, then I'm sorry to have bothered you” she offered a smaller smile than before, but it still held a friendliness to it as the other more brighter smiles flashed his way.

Having realized his mistake, Maul leans forward in the flash of light and grabs her hand. Soft and delicate, a feeling he had never felt before. It sent shivers down his spine, heart swelling with an unfamiliar feeling as he caught her eyes, framed by dark lashes that fluttered in surprise by his haste to keep her in his company. Her lips had parted as she looked as if she wanted to speak, but no words fell from her mouth as goosebumps arose on her exposed skin. Maul knew that he wasn't the only one affected by the touch shared between him and her once he spotted the bumps on her flesh.

“I would like you to show me around the garden” he spoke almost shyly, afraid she'd recoil from his touch in disgust. Afraid of his menacing appearance as a Zabrak while she was a gorgeous human. But the princess seemed to be full of surprises as she smiled at him sweetly before nodding in agreement to his request.

“Of course, follow me then maul” the way his name rolled off her tongue makes his heart go wild, thumping against his ribcage as if begging to escape and have her take them away so they can beat for her and her alone.

And so he followed her, surprised she still held his gloved hand in her own, as she walked him through the palace and out into the crisp night air. Although the mornings on this planet could be humid and hot, the nights were cold. While the princess admired the night sky, gazing at the two moons in the sky accompanied by the stars and planet's hanging in the dark sky with wonder. Maul admired her with the same unfamiliar swelling in his hearts, like a flower blooming for the first time in spring, new to the sunshine that embraced it, surrounding it with warmth in the promise of happiness and life, protection.

Maul stood there like a newly bloomed flower as his sunshine stood beside him holding his hand talking about the stars and moons in the sky while he soaked in her radiance. Perhaps it was love coursing through his veins, embracing his hearts and soul. He knew he shouldn't fall victim to her beauty though, for it were liable he would only be broken once the feelings go unrequited. Why would she love him when her kingdom provides her other souls that can live peacefully while he practices the art of murder?

“What's on you're mind?” she spoke up, yet again breaking his thoughts and snapping him back into reality.

He only sighs and looks around at the garden, many exotic flowers reside in the garden, closed up due to the sun's absence. “It's better left unspoken, princess” he replied to her concern as they walked through the garden. A pond surrounded by stone walls in the middle of the garden cast under a blue hue by the moons above. The princess leads maul over to the pond and they sit on the stone wall keeping the water in.

“Please call me Y/N, there is no need for such formalities out here” she giggled while a burst of wind breezed by, her shiver not going unnoticed by maul.

Ever the gentleman, he takes his cloak off, sadly letting her hand go to do so, revealing his unshadowed face. Crimson skin adorned by inky black tattoos, patterns that make her heart beat quicker by the full view of his face now. Horns small that emerge from his head like a crown, golden eyes surprisingly soft as he offered her his cloak to keep warm. She takes it, slipping it on and wrapping it around herself. His warmth still on it, his scent almost dizzying as she feels her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you maul” she muttered as he offered her a little nod and smile. Nervous under her intense gaze as she admired him, how his crimson and obsidian skin glow beneath the duel moon's light. He was truly a magnificent sight in her eyes, a handsome soul incomparable to anyone else. “Not only a gentleman but a handsome one at that” she compliments him, face flushed.

The zabrak practically snaps his head toward her with a shocked expression. Had he heard her right? Or was his mind playing cruel tricks on him? But one look into her soft enchanting eyes, he saw the awestruck glint in them, how her admiration spills from her own being in waves, detected in the force.

“I think the cold has made you delusional princess -

“I thought we had established to call me by my name?”

“I mean Y/N, and as I was saying -

“Wasn't important because I already know it's nothing but a load of bantha fodder” she cut his words off yet again, already knowing he was about to degrade himself in some form.

“How do you know if you haven't heard what I have to say?” he inquired with an amused smirk, golden eyes sparkling with joy.

“one doesn't need the force to know when someone is about to say something incredibly stupid” she mused with a little shake of her head, her eyes drifting down to her hands folded in her lap. She missed the feeling of his hand in her own, something she didn't know he missed as well.

“Not even known me for an hour and yet you seem to read me well” he lets out a chuckle, “You are quite the character darling” he shakes his head with a fond smile dancing across his lips. His hearts growing attached to her already, despite having only known her for a short period of time.

The wind blew once more, causing fallen leaves to sweep across the garden floor in a swirling dance. Maul watched them but felt the ticklish feeling of one leaf land on his head, his horns keeping the browning thing there. Giggling at the sight, Y/N watches how maul simply gives her a playful glare until his lips tug up in a small grin.

“I'll get it for you, hold still” she slowly leans closer to his side, reaching a delicate hand up to remove the dying leaf from his head. Her fingers letting the leaf go as she kept her hand in place, awestruck by how soft his skin felt beneath her fingertips. Slowly she touched one of his horns as he watched her face display her adoring look, admiring his handsome features as her hand slowly trails down from his horn to press her palm against his cheek, lips parted as she gazed at him with love. The look overwhelming maul almost as he subconsciously leans into her soft touch. The low purr emitting from his chest fueling Y/N to continue, leaning her face closer to his, warm breath gracing his skin, the desire to feel her lips growing stronger as her eyes flutter closed and their noses brush against each other. Lips nearly touch, ghosting over another.

“M'lady Y/N! You're father has been - oh my! I'm sorry to -

Practically pulling away from her faster than a speeder, Maul stood up and glared at the young maid. She showed her fear brought on by his glare as she avoided his eyes. The princess looked disappointed, almost hurt by how he abandoned her side as if she were the most venomous creature in all the galaxy. He ignores her hurt expression and demands his cloak back, brushing off the shatter of his hearts, how they beg him to forget about the kriffing maid and fulfill the need to kiss the princess, to finish what was started. But he gives her one last look, hating how she avoids his eyes and focuses on the younger woman who interrupted the two in the first place.

“Goodnight princess, thank you for showing me around this lovely garden” he bowed and walked away not even awaiting her response. He felt like a fool for how he recoiled from her, how he demanded his cloak back and left in a hurry. But he knew that consequences would be dealt with for the princess if she were spotted kissing the sith assassin paid to rid her home planet of the cold blooded killers destroying the peace her grandfather and father fought hard to keep. Maul knew that he wasn't the right one for her, that he couldn't give in to temptation, it would only break not only his, but her heart as well once he leaves this planet.

But she couldn't help but feel a connection with the sith, her heart yearning to feel his skin again.

His heart yearning to feel her warm delicate touches. The connection he felt growing as he walked away from her, the sight of her eyes already plaguing his mind.

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