#can't tell me vlad wouldn't do this shit
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ohhh for the wip game I’m v curious about ghost ptsd and fog-splatter
Send me one of my wip titles and I'll tell you about it
Ghost PTSD
Originally a phight fic that I didn't continue. The premise was that a random GIW runs into a teenager in Amity Park and recognizes signs of PTSD that he assumes is from ghost attacks, and he ends up trying to comfort/help the teen in question. I only wrote a few paragraphs for it in the end, so I'll just post all of it.
Fast food is not something Alexander Wells indulges in often. His job as a government agent requires him to stay in top shape. That means a strict diet and exercise regimen with very little wiggle room. But even he has his cheat days, and after a long afternoon of tracking down the ghost boy, only to lose him in the residential district, Alexander needs something greasy to sooth his wounded pride. The guys back at base are going to laugh him out the door when he returns empty-handed. He spent much of the morning boasting to the others that he would make a better show of things in Amity Park. The agency is wasting his talents keeping him stationed out in the countryside where nothing ever happens.
What a load of shit that had been.
Once he realized the hunt had failed, he changed out of his work clothes, got into something comfortable, and headed for the nearest fast-food joint. The Nasty Burger. It's not an appetizing name, nor is the smell that hit him when he first walked through the door, but greasy food is greasy food. Looking around, it seems to be popular with the younger generation. Alexander can't tell if that's good or bad. Kids these days have interesting taste.
At the very least, the food is cheap. Alexander eyes the board while the line shuffles forward. Nothing really appeals to him. Mighty Meaty Melt. Mini Mighty Meaty Melt. Meaty Cheesy Melt. Everything has the word "meat" and "melt" in it. Even the fries: Meaty Melty Fries. What does that even mean? Melty fries? Alexander isn't sure he wants to know the answer to that.
Fog-splatter
Started for Ectober 2020. Jack has been having strange gaps in his memories, hearing about conversations he never had, finding inventions he doesn't remember working on. And his son is being incredibly strange around him. Basically a fic where Vlad has been overshadowing Jack for some nefarious plot. I didn't get far into it—I never do with these week/month events—but I still like the idea and might finish it some day.
"Damn sentient soups," Jack muttered, eying the green sludge. He knew it was last night's dinner. Or it was supposed to be, until a single drop of ectoplasm infected the whole pot and turned it into a conscious, quivering mass. Dumping it down the kitchen sink probably hadn't been a good idea, but it was certainly convenient.
The thick green drops trembled, then started creeping along the porcelain, joining together into a single blob at the bottom of the sink. Several oily eyes blinked open and locked onto Jack. The blob opened its goopy mouth and hissed, then slipped back down the drain.
Jack shrugged and turned the tap on. Murky water flowed from the faucet, but it was quickly clearing up. He could deal with the sludge in the pipes later. For now, he kept the tap on until the water ran clear and drinkable. Even then, it wouldn't be the worst thing he'd ever eaten. As he filled his glass, he glanced in the darkened mirror.
A horned shadow loomed behind him.
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Interlude
Right now she's barely started Proven Guilty
Green: Dead Beat was about fairies and black magic
Green: the next one, Proven Guilty? fairies and black magic
Green: I mean I guess in the Dresdenverse, there's 3 types of shit - fairies, black magic, and vampires
Green: oh I guess there's demons
Green: and Outsiders, which are like demons but organized and more evil, apparently
Green: but harry will probably never encounter any of those
Green: oh wait I maybe remember Harry saying, many books ago, that red vampires are actually a type of fairy?
Green: or, at least, that they're from the Nevernever originally
Green: which, I'm still unclear on whether that means fairy or not
Green: so I guess maybe those three types of things are represented in the three types of vampires - white/demon, red/fairy (maybe?), black/black magic (probably)
Green: or maybe it was just that they had an affinity for the Nevernever
Orange: hmmm
Orange: i'd be sad if cowl was gatekeeper, but cowl is such a great curveball to throw
Orange: so not all of the residents of the nevernever are fae, I think?
Orange: I think they're like, hm
Orange: hmmmm
Orange: because most red vamps are, for lack of a better term, turned humans
Orange: so if they originated from the fae, then the primogenitor vamp may be fae but the rest certainly can't be
Orange: unless there are tribes of humans just freakin' surviving it out hardcore in the nevernever
Orange: i don't know for now
Orange: you might learn about them more in later books, in which case i do expect you to fill me in on the detail
Orange: 😉 no pressure
Orange: i don't think the main bad boss vamp is like, straight up dracula
Orange: i think vlad tepes is like a black courter
Green: lol yeah l can fill you in
Green: and god harry is so stupid
Green: he's like "l don't want to see michael ever again because he might kill me for having a demon in my brain
Orange: HARRY YOU IDIOT
Orange: YOU IDIOT
Orange: MICHAEL IS THE GOOD TYPE OF PALADIN
Green: like, no, actually, Michael did offer to spare all the Denarius men!
Orange: not only did he offer to spare
Orange: he legit refuses to attack an unarmed denarian doesn't he
Green: yeah
Green: something like that
Green: like
Orange: like if a denarian freaking walks up to him arms outstretched, no murderous intent
Orange: michael wouldn't embrace but certainly wouldn't attack
Orange: he is the goodest of freaking boys goffiogreofgjergre
Green: not only would he be not kill harry, he would probably help out???
Green: he would probably be like "yeah let's get this thing out of your brain, harry"
Orange: i stg if butcher hurts michael there will be a reckoning
Orange: you'll tell me if he hurts michael
Orange: i do not spoil
Green: yeah
Orange: but he will have hell to pay
Orange: we will cry out into the night as wolves
Orange: and go on the Hunt
Green: hahahaha
Orange: watch your ass, butcher
Green: oh I guess werewolves was a thing in one book
Orange: yes they are 🙂
Green: so I guess there is more than those 3 types of thing
Orange: they will not go away
Orange: you will see them again
Green: I mean, the kids have been a constant presence
Orange: they're just like, their thing is they're all freaking hot dreamboat types
Green: l was thinking of the big ones and the cop ones
Orange: everyone is hot
Orange: butcher likes describing hot people
Orange: and he doesn't skimp on the dudes too
Green: l noticed
Orange: which i appreciate
Orange: well he skimps a little
Green: yeah, last book had like 2 paragraphs describing thomas
Orange: but the fact that he tries is the good thing
Orange: YEAH
Green: it wasn't even his introduction in the series!
Orange: thomas is "one of the good ones"
Orange: oh of course
Orange: jim has to describe thomas every book
Green: l mean, l usually skip descriptions tbh U_U
Orange: and also have characters noticing how harry is shacking up with the hottest dude ever
Orange: well if you know what they look like
Orange: i mean it's understandable
Green: not really, tbh?
Orange: also you can probably just imagine it yourself your own way
Green: l don't really care what they look like
Orange: that's fair
Orange: i mean i feel like he toes the line between too much detail and too little, and i have room to express my preference
Green: l remember that when Harry met Thomas and his beau, he was like "damn fuck they're both so hot???"
Green: and that's really all l need to know
Orange: ahahaha
Orange: yes
Orange: that is all
Green: like l don't think the color of Thomas' eyes is ever going to be relevant
Orange: oh uhh
Orange: so white court vamp eyes change color depending on how hungry they are i think
Green: hahaha really?
Orange: so that sorta thing is a little relevant i think
Orange: i'm not sure
Orange: don't quote me
Green: haha ok fair
Green: so they're basically exactly twilight vampires
Orange: but i think they also do a thing when they use their stored sexual energy to go on the offensive
Green: oh yeah l remember that
Orange: like if a white court just goes ballistic then they'll have an eye thing
Orange: they're proto twilight vampires
Orange: twilight before twilight
Orange: if you do a primogenitor curse on the white court vamps, somewhere down the line you'll eliminate the Cullens
Orange: this is my take
Green: hahaha
Orange: i really hope
Orange: as you read these books
Orange: there's at least a twilight reference somewhere
Orange: i'll be disappointed
Orange: if there isn't
Green: oh yeah
Orange: and i'll add that to whatever grudges i'll hold against butcher for his crimes against the good boys
Orange: whatever those crimes may be
Green: l don't think l was looking out for any, so there might've been one many books ago?
Orange: i like to see harry suffer though, harry must suffer
Green: yeah
Green: me too
Orange: i don't think twilight was out at the time of book 7? am I way off on the timeline
Green: that's exactly right, actually
Green: or maybe 8
Green: ah, twilight was published in october, but dead beat was published in may
Green: so proven guilty was the first dresden files book published in the post-twilight era
Orange: i look forward to it
Orange: i actually don't know if twilight was ever written in the dresden files universe
Orange: or if it hit too close to home and the white court did some shenanigans to stephanie meyer to keep the book from publishing
Green: lol l bet it was
Orange: sure hope so
Orange: sureee hope so
Green: Bob is 1000000% more relatable since l was last reading these books, since l, too, now have an insatiable hunger for romance novels
Orange: oh absolutely
Orange: gosh
Orange: i can't wait for the next book
Orange: the developments that have occurred in the recent series of books is like, insane
Green: me before: heh a skull that's really horny all the time. That's funny, l guess
Green: me now: l wish my job would pay me in romance novels T_T
Orange: i mean he's horny, but i feel like his choice of romance novels is telling
Green: oh?
Orange: yeah
Orange: it's a very, hm, non-masculine thing
Green: ohh l see what you mean
Orange: so it makes his horniness less.. whatever it is i feel is offputting about the more traditionally masculine forms of sexual expression
Green: l thought you meant the specific novels he reads and l'm like "is it ever mentioned, other than that they're the horny kind?"
Orange: where it isn't even expression it's just like, focused on visual stuff instead of exercising the imagination?
Green:
"Yes," I said. "They're rated 'Burning Hot' by some kind of romance society."
"Lots of sex and kink!" Bob caroled. "Gimme!"
Orange: I feel like even crappy dime romance novels have more in them than just porn, though i may be corrected
Orange: like i almost read bob's fascination with romance novels as being a weirdly asexual curiosity
Orange: which, to me, makes way more sense but only because that's my thing
Green: l think you're probably pretty right about that
Green: l mean, he has been known to be really into porn, and also to be into terrorizing women's bathrooms
Orange: shOOT
Green: l mean l don't think Dresden ever gave him porn, but he heard the name of one of the guys Dresden was investigating and was like "oh he's a porn director"
Orange: well like, his particular type of spirit is known for the desire to learn everything he can, and i imagine one of the last things you'd want to learn after learning all the useful stuff is sexuality
Green: yeah totally
Orange: and sexuality is very interesting to me, and i have that insatiable curiosity thing where i'll just insist people teach me things if it's a practical skill i think i could acquire in a sitting
Orange: not sexually
Orange: gosh darnit
Orange: gosh darnit why didn't i type that sentence differently
Orange: that looks awful
Green: lol
Green: so, yeah l think l might buy that
Green: yeah l would definitely buy that Bob got fixated on human sexuality
Green: but l looked it up and l was wrong about the women's bathrooms thing
Orange: oh??
Green: as far as l am, he's gone to a "wild party", and visited strip clubs instead of looking for info
Orange: ahhh
Orange: yeee
Orange: bob is definitely more willing to go the extra mile
Orange: i can't do any of the pro-social experiences of sexuality, i'd rather just observe through a screen and make gay jokes
Green: mmm
Orange: i'm not even attracted to men! sad!
Green: also he's constantly talking about Harry's sex life
Orange: well like yeah
Orange: dude is like perpetually sexually frustrated
Orange: i wonder if that's the secret to his power
Green: btw l really like the scene in Summer Knight when a hot fairy gal is hitting on him and he just freaking dumps a glass of ice water on his unmentionables
Orange: wait
Green: like "sorry, not in the mood anymore"
Orange: is that the one where
Orange: she's like
Orange: "gimme ur firstborn"
Green: yeah lol
Orange: HA
Orange: I think of that scene a lot
Orange: friggin maeve
Orange: the one name i remember
Green: ',:) l bet you do
Orange: and it's maeve
Orange: oh you'll hear my thoughts on that scene
Orange: maybe after you finish the round of books
Green: up to changes you mean?
Green: or up to where you are?
Orange: yeah i feel like i'll have to talk about it after you finish changes
Orange: or at least when you're partway through
Green: mhm
Orange: actually
Orange: maybe even later
Green: that was such a fucking chad move
Orange: but maeve is interesting and things get more interesting later
Orange: and harry is, at the least, a freaking boss babe
Orange: harry sometimes is a girlboss
Orange: i think at one point he freaking
Orange: lips off to queen mab right at her introduction
Orange: what a chad
Orange: what a dumb idiot himbo chad
Green: he's like "yeah true that your whole 'seduction' thing is definitely working, but you failed to consider that ice water on my cock is a real turn-off!!!"
Green: it's like a scene straight out of jojo's bizarre adventure
Green: btw
Green: he told billy you shouldn't eat or drink anything there
Orange: this is true
Green: and so, just following that rule, it makes sense that dumping a glass of water on your crotch is fine
Orange: yeah
Orange: totally fine
Orange: fae food can be problematic for people iirc
Orange: just a bad idea to accept gifts from faries
Green: but, like, as l find out more about how fairy bs works, it seems like the principle behind not eating or drinking anything there is that you don't want to take anything as a gift
Green: yeah!
Green: which, it seems like using the water as an arousal dampener is also kind of accepting the water as a gift?
Green: so, idk, that seemed weird
Orange: well you accept it but you twist it to your ends
Orange: that's what the fae do, so you played their own trick on them
Green: l feel like that would still put him in their debt, though
Orange: the fae give gifts to try to twist you to their ends, usually they take transactions or they pretend it isn't a transaction when it is
Orange: jeez i can't wait for you to read the next few books
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Jack's Fucking Dead, Pt. 3
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Part 1 / Part 2 / The Dissection
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It turned out that Jack wasn't an easy man to find.
He wasn't in his lair, none of the ghosts Danny had asked had seen him, and he hadn't come back to the house. They had waited, hoped, but eventually they were forced to accept defeat and just...try to move on.
So here Danny was, in Vlad's lab, investigating something Tucker had found in their most recent sweep of his computer systems.
Danny's feet touched down silently, and he started through the lab. It only took a minute of searching the sprawling wing to find a room with a large glass box, filled with green smoke, a hulking figure obscured inside. He knocked on the glass, and the figure got up and floated over.
He wasn't expecting his father's face to emerge though the mist.
"Oh my God, Dad," he muttered, before he could think.
Jack's brows rose. "Phantom!" And then they furrowed. "What was that?"
Shit. "I said, uh, where's Vlad?"
"Oh!" Jack relaxed. "He stepped out to take a phone call. V-man has some very important investors!"
Good. That should give them some time. Danny started feeling along the edge of the doorless box. "Alright. Don't worry, I'll get you out of there."
Jack hesitated. "No, I- I'm staying."
Danny paused. "What?"
"We're learning a lot of interesting things!" Jack said. "We developed a weapon that can sense the exact amount of energy needed to knock a ghost out, and send it right to 'em in one big shot!"
"Wow, that sounds...terrifyingly efficient."
Jack chuckled. "Oh, it is," he said knowingly. "Those mischievous ghosties won't know what hit 'em!" he exclaimed.
"Right. So..." Danny searched for his words. "You...want to be experimented on?"
He didn't miss the way Jack hesitated. "Yes," he said, though. And then more quietly, "It's safer this way."
Ah. "Is this about what happened with Jazz?" Danny prodded.
Jack narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "How do you know about that, Phantom?"
Phantom stared back. "She told me." His gaze softened. "But you need to know, that only happened because you haven't practiced with your powers enough yet. Once you get some more experience, they'll stop going off when you don't mean for them to."
"And when I succumb to my ghostly rage and I do mean for them to?"
Danny sighed. "I promise you, that's not a thing. Some ghosts have obsessions that make them violent, but I really don't think you're one of them."
"And if I am?"
"Then your family has plenty of thermoses to suck you up into."
Jack hummed. There was a pause.
"Your family wants you home, you know," Danny said, a little more softly.
Jack's brows pulled together. "They...do?"
"Yeah. It's not the same without you. They're really worried."
Jack shook his head. "I can't go back. It's too dangerous. Vlad agrees, but everyone will be safe if i just stay here."
Danny bit his lip. He'd been meaning to tell his parents about Phantom for a little while now, he'd just never found the right time, the right way... But maybe this was the right time. He took a deep breath.
"Okay look, I was gonna do this once we were home, but there's something you need to see. You think ghosts are untrustworthy and dangerous, right?"
For once, Jack seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "They can be."
Danny spread his hands. "Well, you've been living with one for almost 3 years." A ring of light flashed around his middle, traveled across his body, and Danny Fenton was left standing in its wake.
"Phantom! Why do you look like my son?" Jack accused.
"What- no, I am Danny. And Phantom. I'm both."
"That's impossible."
Danny shrugged. "You'd think so, but apparently not."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "Why should I believe you?"
"Okay, how about this," Danny offered. Another flash of light, and he was Phantom again. "Ask me anything about my life. Like, anything. Something Phantom wouldn't know."
"Hmm... Why did we have to take you home that year we took you to the planetarium for your birthday?"
Danny grimaced. "Because I rode the centrifugal force ride and threw up?"
"And?"
Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "And then I begged you guys to let me ride it again. And then threw up again. But in my defense," He raised a finger. "That was early astronaut training."
Jack narrowed his eyes again. "What about the slip'n'slide incident?"
Danny laughed at that one. "Oh God, yeah, I stole like a dozen of Jazz's bath bombs and put them in the little pool at the end, and the entire yard foamed up and smelled like gummy bears for like a week." He was grinning. "I still think that was a good idea."
Jack looked stricken. "Danny?" he asked incredulously. He put his hands on the glass.
"Yeah, Dad?" Danny stepped a little closer.
"How did this happen?"
"Well, you know how-"
"Phantom," Vlad's voice echoed across the room. He sounded exasperated. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Danny demanded. He jabbed a finger toward his father. "I'm setting him free!"
Vlad strolled closer, passing tables full of weapons. "Oh please," he drawled, "Jack is free to go at any time, assuming he feels like putting innocent people in danger." He shot a pointed look at Jack, picked up a cannon, aimed it at Danny. "You, however, are not welcome here."
The shots lit up the lab. Danny dodged the first, the second, the third slamming into Danny's chest and throwing him back against the wall with a sickening crack. He heard his father yell, the shattering of glass, and then everything went painful and white.
His consciousness returned slowly.
"-my son!" he heard.
Vlad sounded like he was smirking. "I take it Daniel has told you his little secret?"
"Wait, you knew? And you still shot him?!"
"I can assure you, he's had far worse. Sometimes by your own weapons, correct?"
There was a shout, a series of thuds, and Danny could faintly make out Vlad on the floor, Jack on top of him, punching him in the face.
"You were my best friend! I trusted you!" Jack shouted. "You knew who he was and you shot him!"
Danny shakily floated up and over to join them, and Vlad waved a hand at him. "And look at that, he's fine. It was a warning shot, Jack."
Jack scowled. "Bullshit, you know I know how much that thing hurts." He got his face close to Vlad's. "You don't touch my children, ever again."
Danny smiled. "Looks like you can get angry without seriously hurting anyone, huh?"
"He knocked out my tooth, Daniel."
Danny looked, and there was indeed a tooth on the floor. He crossed his arms. "So? You deserved it."
Vlad looked like he was going to retort, but Jack muttered, "Where do I go now?" He looked far away.
"Well, your recent conduct aside, you're welcome to stay here and continue our work," Vlad drawled.
Jack looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
Danny floated closer, put his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Come home with me," he offered.
Jack looked pained. "I can't," he said quietly.
"You can. It'll be okay, I've been with you guys for years and we're all still fine," Danny assured him.
Jack looked down. "It's too dangerous, I can't control myself."
Shit. Danny thought for a moment. "Okay, how about this: you come back to the Far Frozen with me. You can stay there for a while, do some sparring with them to practice with your powers - maybe unlearn a couple things about ghosts - and come back home when you trust yourself enough. How does that sound?"
Jack looked pensive. "How do I know I'll be safe there?"
"They know you're my father, and I'm, uh, important to them." He didn't want to tell Jack everything just yet.
"How do I know they'll be safe with me?" Jack asked quietly.
"They're all pretty strong, I don't think you'll be able to hurt them."
Jack didn't speak for a long moment, but finally, he said, "Okay."
"Yeah?" Danny asked.
"Yeah," Jack confirmed.
Danny smiled. "Okay." He crossed the room, motioned for Jack to follow him.
"Where do you think you're going?" Vlad demanded.
"To your portal," Danny replied casually.
"You could at least ask!" he shouted after them.
"Go fix your tooth, Vlad," Danny shouted over his shoulder, and then they were gone.
#danny phantom#jack fenton#danny fenton#vlad plasmius#technically he's human vlad here but ios banned his name so :)
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15: Blood Sport
Sekijiro quickly rushed towards Recovery Girl's recovery room with adrenaline rushing through his veins.
He never seen you like that. Never had he seen you go berserk on someone so harshly. Then again, it was most definitely because nobody was down there to hold you back, to remind you to redirect your fury to a villain.
But you weren't fighting a villain. You were fighting another student.
He burst through the door, expecting to see you, Todoroki and Recovery girl. Instead of just you three, there was two other people.
All Might and Endeavour.
"Sekijiro-san! What are you doing here?" All might asked.
"I came to see my student." Was all Sekijiro said.
Endeavour scowled at All Might, not even sparing Sekijiro a glance. He walked past the two men and stood next to your bed.
Most of the blood was cleaned off, but you were still covered in hints of crimson. Looking over to Todoroki, he was looking a lot better.
Recovery Girl walked between yours and Todoroki's beds and scanned you both, nodding at Todoroki's body. She turned to Endeavour and spoke in a friendly but not condescending tone.
"Your son is completely fine now, his wounds are all closed up."
"Hm." Endeavour grunted in relief.
"He did have a major concussion-"
Endeavour visibly tensed at this as well as All Might and Sekijiro.
"-but that has been fixed with the help of a donor's blood." The older woman waved off with a smile.
"A... donor?" Sekijiro muttered in surprise.
"(Y/n)..." All Might said, catching both Sekijiro's and Endeavour's attention.
"Yes... (L/n)-san here has special blood. Not only do their body reproduce blood at a fast rate, but it has regenerative properties within it." Recovery Girl explained.
Endeavour looked past the woman at your sleeping form.
Only hints of bruises and a large burn scar on your right arm, in fact, it covered your arm all the way to your shoulder. No doubt it was Recovery Girl's doing... but could it also be yours?
"Looks like he's awake! Hello there, young man!"
Endeavour snapped his head towards his own son, who was sitting up.
It was almost as though he wasn't hurt at all.
Once Shoto locked eyes with his father, he glared at the man and turned from him.
"You are looking a lot better young Todoroki!" All Might said proudly.
"Perhaps they will find themself awake soon?" Sekijiro said, referring to you, who was laying in bed.
"I'm not so sure... their blood doesn't work as well on them as it does on others." Recovery girl said.
This surprised the men a bit.
"Aizawa-san's facial fracture was completely healed due to (L/n)-san's blood. However,(L/n)-san's Blood doesn't really work that well on themselves, if at all. It's as though they're immune to the regeneration the blood provides." Recovery Girl explained.
The elderly woman walked over to you and slowly pulled the blanket over you, leaving your arms uncovered.
"I'm afraid they'll have to miss the ceremony today." She said.
You missed the reward ceremony, unfortunately.
While All Might had to leave because of the ceremony and Endeavour left because he had no more business in the clinic, Sekijiro stayed with you. Although Recovery Girl was extremely hesitant, she decided to leave due to Sekijiro's request.
"Just press that button right there in case of an emergency. I'll be sure to tell you about the ceremony after, okay?" The elderly woman said.
Sekijiro grunted and stayed in the his seat.
Within an hour or two, Recovery Girl walked back in... with Nezu and Aizawa.
Aizawa has his bandages off completely, leaving just a scar that wasn't really noticeable.
Recovery Girl excuses herself and left the three (four of you count your unconscious body) alone to discuss something.
Vlad King immediately stood up, Boeing a bit to the Chimera that was the principal.
"Principal Nezu." Was all he could say.
What was he supposed to say? He couldn't really defend you much this time, especially since you nearly beaten a kid to death long after he passed out.
Nezu raised a paw as if to say hi and chill out.
"Please, relax Vlad King! I am simply here to discuss (L/n) and your tutoring."
That did not ease the pit in Sekijiro's stomach.
"...I have failed as a teacher, Principal Nezu. This was an error on my behalf." Sekijiro quickly said with a bow in order to shift blame onto himself.
"Well I don't think that. I actually believe you both did a very good job!" Nezu smiles while referring to the two of you.
Sekijiro studied the anthropomorphic rat to see if there were any signs of him joking.
"But, Nezu, sir, they lost control."
"Yes. They did." Nezu replied before leaning in closer.
"In a battle."
As if this rat couldn't confuse Vlad King more...
"Sir, what are you saying?" He asked.
Nezu stood up straight with a wider smile.
"Todoroki and (L/n) were fighting in the first place. And although (L/n) had caused serious injuries, due to their blood and Recovery Girl, Todoroki came out completely fine, if not just a little sore." Nezu clapped his paws together and walked toward your sleeping body.
"People were quickly put at ease by Todoroki's quick recovery... though there is still some skepticism."
Nezu turned back to Sekijiro with an expression that told him he means business.
"While (L/n) was permitted to fight in the sports festival, it still brings some concerns to me." Nezu said.
"Although the reports from you say that they are improving significantly, they still lost control during the battle. Luckily for them, it was a battle, which helps to bring less suspicion to onlookers."
"So... what is it that you want me to do." Sekijiro asked.
"Not just you. Both you and Aizawa." Nezu held a paw out towards the scruffy teacher.
"For the most part, you have been handling (L/n)-san on your own. But with Aizawa, not only will you be able to deactivate their quirk immediately when it gets out of hand, but you'll also have another mind with different ways of teaching them!" Nezu said before his watch went off.
"Oh goodness! Would you look at that! Time for tea!" Nezu exclaimed happily.
"Principal Nezu, Wait-"
But he was already gone.
Aizawa silently stood next to your bed before sighing.
"...how troublesome..."
Sekijiro looked at Aizawa, then back down at you.
"I'm sorry you were wrapped into this." He said in a tired tone.
"I wasn't forced into this, I was the one to propose the idea." Aizawa said, surprising the large pro hero.
"You... want to-"
"Yes, I want to help this kid."
Aizawa walked around the bed to stand next to Sekijiro.
"The kid took down one of my best students, Sekijiro. But they aren't just a meathead like All Might or Endeavour, they have strategy. The only thing that clouds their judgement is their quirk."
The scruffy teacher brought out his phone, texting someone before continuing.
"They may not be my student, but they are a future worth protecting. Otherwise you wouldn't be there for them, would you?" Aizawa stopped and turned to the larger man.
"I guess." Sekijiro said simply.
The two men sat in silence, waiting for you to wake up or for Recovery Girl to return.
The door handle twisted and opened to reveal a couple students from 1B.
"Yo, (L/n)! We're here to-" Tetsutetsu said out loud before he was interrupted by a hand slapping over his mouth.
Kendo apologized to the two teachers and tried dragging Tetsutetsu out, only for Pony to slip past her and wrap her arms around you.
"Pony, no!" Kendo helped out in concern.
Your arm twitched before slowly wrapping around the horned girl's torso. Your eyes were still shut but you were becoming conscious.
"...what are you doing, stupid?" You muttered groggily, unaware of what was happening around you.
Monoma came up to the bed and crossed his arms while looking down at you.
"Damn, you look like shit-" Monoma said before earning a chop from Kendo.
"No swearing, Monoma-san." Sekijiro scolded.
"Only 20!?"
"Seriously? 20?"
"Wait, (L/n) has what now???"
To say the class was disappointed was an understatement. You had less internship offers than Tetsutetsu, and that sorta made the class a little more than exasperated.
"But, they got into 2nd place in the sports festival. In all 3 challenges. They carried class 1B to the finals- why do they have only 20 offers?" Rin asked.
"That's a load of bullshit!" Tetsutetsu yelled.
"Language please." Sekijiro sighed.
While everyone was ranting in some way, you were staring at your clenched hands. You weren't really having a great time today after people on the streets started avoiding you like the plague, which meant you couldn't pet any dogs. This also meant fearful glances from people... but the dogs are more important.
There was also the fact that you weren't getting many offers from heroes... but at least you got some... right?
"Maybe it's because they were too scary for most of heroes watching?" Tokage suggested bluntly with shrugged shoulders.
Everyone's mood slightly dampened at this until the silver haired girl, Reiko, spoke.
"...Maybe they just can't handle (Y/n)'s awesomeness." She said in a blunt, emotionless way.
Immediately, the class started smiling and chuckling.
"Yeah, they're leagues beyond heroes like some chick in a pink Ugandan knuckles costume." Kurorio said with a cheeky grin.
"Yeah, or some other trash-tier hero who's full of himself." Kosei added.
"(L/n) is too cool! So cool, in fact, they give penguins a brain freeze!!!" Tetsutetsu said enthusiastically.
You were taken out of your thoughts and stared at Tetsutetsu as if he was stupid.
Soon, your classmates started making stupid jokes, which brought you back to your usual self.
"...I'm surrounded by idiots." You said out loud as the compliments kept being thrown at you.
"Yeah but we're your idiots." Kosei smirked.
Immediately, you flushed red and told the boy to shut up and go to hell, earning a couple laughs from the guy.
"Alright, that's enough." Sekijiro said, finally done with the banter.
Your classmates settled down as the large man stood up from his own desk and let in a familiar woman with BDSM gear and stuff.
"You will be creating your own hero names. Whatever you put will be the alias you use for your internships, however, Midnight here will be the one to decide whether or not the name you choose is acceptable." Sekijiro passed out boards where you would sign your hero name.
One by one, your classmates signed the names they chose, some having to redo them due to Midnight rejecting the ridiculous names.
You were the last one with a still blank board and the only one with a marker hovering over the board.
There was no way you were going for crimson riot, though It probably would have fit you if it wasn't already in use. You weren't going for something stupid, but nothing downright edgy. You wanted a good name, not some label for a clown.
Unknown to you, the class was waiting on you, some even becoming impatient.
"Dude! Do blood god!" Kosei whispered/yelled to you.
You looked up from your board and narrowed your eyes at the teen.
"The hell? No." You hissed back.
"Yeah, do it!" Kurorio said.
A couple desks away from you, the manga kid kid with the speech bubble for a head, Manga, had the words 'blood for our blood god' written on his face.
"Blood god." Tetsutetsu started.
"Blood god."
"Blood god."
Soon, the whole class started chanting. Your teacher and Midnight didn't even tell the kids to shut up, instead they just watched in amusement as they repeated the words over and over again.
A vein popped out of your neck as you forced the irritation down before scribbling your hero name down with incredible force.
You stalked up to the front with the board slammed it onto the chalkboard, somehow having it stick there.
"There, are you happy!?" You yelled to the class.
Your classmates were silent. And so was your teacher. Midnight looked at the paper before licking her lips seductively and smiling an approving smile.
"I'll accept that."
The class soon broke into cheers, papers being strewn across the floor as Kurorio, Kosei, and Juzo jumped from their seats and hugged each other, jumping up and down while Tetsutetsu cried tears of joy.
The girls and the sensible boys looked on unimpressed or in shock.
You were in awe... at how idiotic this class was. You almost wished Nezu kicked you out of UA. Almost.
Meanwhile...
Aizawa stopped mid sentence during his teachings and listened along with the rest of his class.
"...Blood god... Blood god... blood god..."
His eye twitched in disbelief and annoyance.
His students looked at each other in confusion, some whispering while others tried their best to ignore it.
The chanting stopped when something banged against the wall and an angry voice said something loudly.
After a couple seconds of quiet, Aizawa muttered something under his breathe loud enough for the students at front to hear.
"...what the hell are they doing..."
All of the sudden, there was cheering.
Cheers of joy, people shifting around and out of their seats next door.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" A voice exclaimed before the chanting became loud again.
"Blood god, blood god, blood god, blood god-"
"Dicks out for the blood- AHHHHHHH!!!!" Someone screamed.
Aizawa turned towards his door, muttering something under his breathe and walking towards the door.
"Stay here, I'll be right back." Aizawa said and disappeared out the door, leaving the class bewildered, amused, and kinda scared.
~~~~~~~
Y'all must be wondering who (L/n) is gonna intern with... lets just say a mass majority of you aren't gonna like it.
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Perfect (Sarah x John B)
A/N: Requests! Plz send Requests! See below for full guidelines.
T/W: one swear. And a whole ton of fluff.
Summary: Sarah doesn't expect John B to make a big deal out of their one month anniversary, but he plans the perfect surprise. Just a short drabble. (I guess this is some kind of alternate universe where there's no gold and Ward isn't a murdererous psychopath)
Word Count: 778
Sarah Cameron was nervous. She placed back in forth in her room, then ran to her fulk length mirror to see if all her nervous pacing had ruined her hair. Then she'd flop down on her bed, only to scramble up and run to the mirror again, because that had SURELY messed up her hair. Then the cycle began all over again.
It wasn't that John B made her nervous. In fact, there was nowhere she felt safer than wrapped in his arms. But today was a their one month anniversary. One month since Vlad and Val had completed their mission. Since John B had confessed how he'd felt and Sarah had rushed at him and pressed her lips to his. She promised herself she wouldn't make a big deal out of their anniversary. Small milestones like that probably weren't a big deal to pogues. But when John B had texted her that morning to be ready by 6 in her best look dress, she knew he remembered and that he was planning on celebrating. Reading that text had set butterflies free in her stomach that had not calmed since.
She heard a knock at the front door, followed by Ward calling her name. Shit, she thought. He's here. He's early. She fixed her hair one last time and ran down down the hall, stopping herself before descending the stairs so she didn't fall on her face.
When John B saw her, his eyes went wide. He mouthed a wow and her face lit up in a huge smile. Her dress was a deep crimson with off-shoulder straps and a skirt that barely hit her knees in the front, but left a train behind it. John B didn't look to bad himself. He was the most dressed up she'd seen him since the month prior. He wore a light blue button down and black dress pants.
“How’d you managed to find that?” She whisper to him once she had descended the stairs and was nestled in his arms.
“See, I don’t need a sugar mama,” was his response. But they both knew the truth: he’d borrowed the clothes from Pope.
They both said their goodbyes to Sarah’s father, which included John B promising to have her home on time, they they slipped out the door.
“Where are you taking me John B?” She asked him, her tone flirtatious. He just offered her a winning smile and helped her into his van. Someone had decorated the inside with fairy lights and flowers, and she giggled when she saw it.
The drive to the cut was filed with their usual banter. John B thinking he was way smoother than he was, making Sarah laugh. After a while, they were silent and she rested her head on his arm. Every once in a while, he'd look over and smile down at her.
The sun was getting low in the sky by the time they reached the Chateau. John B helped Sarah out of the van and they walked down to the dock where The Pogue was waiting. It was decorated similarly to the van, and was filled with snacks, blankets, and a Bluetooth speaker playing soft, slow music. They climbed into the boat and John B pushed off from shore.
First they danced. John B held Sarah to his chest and they swayed slowly, careful not to loose their balance. When the sun began to set they laid on the blankets and looked up as the bright colors bled across the sky before they faded into blackness. Then the ate the snacks as they started out at the stars, pointing out their favorite constellations to each other for the millionth time.
After a moment of silence, he rolled over to face Sarah. She did the same.
"Happy one month Val."
She leaned in and kissed him the kids was soft and sweet, but Sarah could still feel the passion beneath it.
"Thank you. It was perfect."
And she meant it. The perfect blending of her old life with the new. Just a tiny taste of the bubble wrap in the new daring world of the pogues.
Sarah had never lasted a whole moths with someone she thought genuinely cared about her. Those like Topper, who were only after her image, were a different story. She could play the part of a girlfriend much longer than she could actually stand to be with someone who loved her. But John B was a different story. She knew how he felt, but she had no desire to run.
"I love you Sarah Cameron."
"I love you John B Routledge."
A/N: As much as Sarah loves pogue life, you can't tell me she doesn't sometimes miss life inside the bubble wrap. This is the perfect mix! Thank you for reading!
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