#is it pitch pearl? is it heroic amusement? hell if i know!

[scarletsaphire]

33 writer's choice thonk frog

You get heroic amusement or maybe just Regular Pitch Pearl because apparently neither of you sent 33 Pitch Pearl and that's rude tbh.

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a scene!

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Fenton kept his eyes closed even after he had woken up. He knew it was the middle of the night since his alarm hadn't gone off, and he knew that whatever it was that woke him up could wait until morning. Probably.

The soft green light he could see through his eyelids proved him wrong.

"You know, the whole point of this was so that one of us could sleep in," he said before blinking the sleep out of his eyes and taking in the room.

Phantom floated at the foot of his bed, face twisted into a grimace. His arm hung limply from his side at an off angle that Fenton knew from experience hurt like hell. "I am sorry," Phantom said, softer than he ever spoke in public. "But I-"

"You needed me," Fenton finished. He kicked the blanket off and stood, making his way over to where Phantom was. Fenton hissed when he saw just how bad the injury was. It wasn't the worst one they'd ever had, but it definitely wasn't pretty. "Who did this one?" he asked.

"Skulker. The clever conniving creep got a lucky hit in."

"That is so uncool," Fenton said. "Anywhere else you need to run off to tonight?"

Phantom shook his head. "Skulker's mess is cleaned up. Amity Park should be safe. For now."

Fenton grabbed Phantom's elbow, tracing down gently to his hand and threading it through his fingers. "Then we're in no rush to get you back out there." He brought their entwined hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles gently.

"There is certainly a faster way to do this," Phantom protested, but the chill of their fingers becoming one took away from any real argument he might've made.

"Not as fun though," Fenton said. He continued to kiss up Phantom's arm, as carefully and delicately as he could. Every place he kissed quickly stopped being Phantom's arm, becoming their arm instead.

It was an odd feeling. Before the split, there hadn't ever been a distinction between the two. The joining now was different. Fenton could feel the faint pain from where the ectoplasmic construct that resembled a bone had broken, could feel the even fainter sensation of the jumpsuit against his skin beneath that, but it wasn't like he was the one feeling it.

Phantom was more complicated than most ghosts were. Most ghosts didn't bother with bones or veins or muscles or nerves. Some couldn't even be bothered with skin. After all, they didn't need those things to function, and the effort it took to maintain those things was more trouble than it was worth. Phantom did it naturally, a perfect copy of a human body, the body of the Danny that had entered the portal for the first time.

Fenton placed a kiss on Phantom's shoulder, lips coming back sticky with ectoplasm. The imitation was still more trouble than it was worth, most of the time. The bones still worked, and could still break, and could still hurt. It did give Phantom a unique advantage though.

Most ghosts, when they were hurt, needed time to stitch themselves back together. Phantom could do that too, in the same amount of time a ghost needed. But when he was given something to take from, a perfect copy of what his body should be? It could take barely any time at all.

Fenton kissed Phantom's neck, slowly making his way up towards his jaw, then across his cheek. He didn't think they'd be rushing this one.

When he finally reached Phantom's lips, the kiss was beyond awkward. They shared an arm, and part of their torso, but that didn't stop them from kissing until Fenton had nothing left to kiss. He opened his eyes to his once again dark bedroom, where he stood alone. He could feel Phantom's mind at the edges of his own, a mixture of annoyance and joy and contentment, the remnants of pain disappearing already.

Fenton stretched, reacquainting himself with his limbs, before sitting himself down at his desk and turning on his computer. It may have been the middle of the night, but he was already awake. No point in wasting their time together.

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[rgbyshipper101]

Hello friends! Welcome to my Phic Phight Phic!

This one is for Chord @berry-berry-blu Enjoy friend!

This can be read as pitch pearl (heroic amusement) or pitch pals, whichever you prefer.

Super Is Not Having Fun

“Time’s up!”

Fun screamed as he was hauled off his bed and onto the floor. He groaned as he impacted the rug, dizzy from the unexpected fall.

“I let you have it all night and now it’s officially my turn.” Fun heard ruffling from above but was too tired to look up. “Come on, get up. You actually get to go to school on time, my other half.” Super paused his speech before huffing, “Don’t just lay there!”

“My face hurts.” Why does he do this? Waking up peacefully for once would be nice. “You got a thing seeing me like this?”

“Oh hush you, you and I both know you would have slept through your alarm.” Fun felt hands glide under his armpits and braced himself as he was lifted onto his butt. “No need to be dramatic.”

“That’s your job,” Fun said, annoyed, “and stop stealing my bedsheet when I’m sleeping on it.”

“Tch, no can do I’m afraid. You would not have woken up otherwise.” He hugged the sheet tighter to himself. “Besides, this is also mine and we must share it accordingly every twelve hours per our agreement.”

Fun grimaced at the reminder. The blanket was too hot to use in this heatwave so Fun had to rely on his ceiling fan, his standing fan, and his sheet. Well, their sheet, which Super didn’t even need.

He grumbled as he stood up before Super. “Why are you so adamant about this stupid sheet?” Fun grabbed it with two fingers. “You don’t sleep. You’re not cold since you radiate frost like a freezer. It gets caught when you’re out there fighting the ‘evil-doers.’ I don’t understand your problem, dude.”

Super snatched it back, tying the ends around his neck. “There’s no problem. My cape is part of my persona. It lets the public know how I’m their full-time superhero!” He slapped his hands to his hips, puffed up his chest, and grinned at Fun.

“They think you’re weird,” Fun snorted. “As do I. You don’t need to wear it. It doesn’t define your superheroness.”

“It is a requirement!” Super looked frantic, eyes wide and mouth askew. “It is a necessary component to my identity! The fact that I have to give it to you for half the time doesn’t show the citizens my true intentions.”

Fun rubbed his cheek and gave a big yawn. “Ugh, it’s too early for this.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, you irritating individual? What kind of ludicrous statement is that?”

“Chill dude,” Fun glared, annoyed, “I told you you don’t need it. Now who’s the one being dramatic?”

“The horrendous heat must be clogging your brain since you could just, I don’t know, turn off your fan?”

“I need both and the sheet!” Fun jabbed his finger into Super’s chest. “You and I both know we can’t fall asleep without it, breeze or no breeze.”

“You humans and your sleep rituals. Can’t you use another sheet from the linen closet?”

“Why should I if this one is perfectly good?”

“Are you that lazy?” Super yelled, exasperated.

“I like mine. And what’s your excuse then?”

“I prefer the one that I’ve used all my life.”

“You gotta be kidding me. This is bogus, man. Why can’t you just let it be?”

“Why should I?”

“Cause you don’t need this, like, cotton material tied around your neck to showcase your status to the world.”

“Yes I do!”

“Why then?” Fun was in Super’s face at his point. “Why is it so important to you?”

“It just is!”

“Why, Super?” Fun grabbed his shoulders. “Why is it so important to wear it outside and worrying if it gets stained or ruined or, or whatever!” He grabbed the ends and untied it. “Gimme this-”

“No!” Super twirled around and Fun lost his balance, falling on the floor again.

“Ugh, what the hell? I don’t need to go through this twice in one day!”

“It’s mine now!” Super growled, shaking. “It’s my turn! I need it! I-” He shook his head and gritted his teeth.

“This is getting silly now, dude. Stop being ridiculous and gimme the stupid-”

“It’s not stupid!” Super flew up into the air. “That’s it! I don’t want to hear this anymore! I-I’m leaving!” He curled his cape tighter around himself. “Don’t bother me anymore, human!”

“Wait!” But it was too late. Super already turned intangible and left. Fun sighed. “Great.”

xxx

“Whoa!” Fun nearly missed getting knocked six ways to Sunday from Technus’ staff. He finally got the mad scientist’s ghost powers immobilized but he didn’t account for brute strength.

“Nice try, child, but I still got power over you. I, Technus, shall defeat you and Boy Wonder without any extra abilities!”

“Not on your afterlife!” Fun snatched him with the Jack-o-Nine Tails and threw him to the side, the staff twirling in the air before landing a few feet away. Fun sucked it up in the thermos.

“No! You are not winning again! This is impossible. You are still weak from before.”

“Tell me about it,” Fun grumbled. Skulker got him good earlier. It took him two hours to defeat him. Tucker and Sam are still in school and he didn’t want to drag them down with him. He was used to skipping.

He thought he wouldn’t have to keep doing this anymore or at least during the day. But he had no choice.

Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed Super’s buttons. He’s been missing for days. Fun didn’t think any of it, thinking he just had to cool down. Video games, super slushies, and movie binges occupied his time besides stupid homework. He even grabbed the spare sheet on the second night. But three days?

Fun dodged another ectoblast, jumping in an alley to regroup. Too many ghosts caught wind of Super’s disappearance and are using it to their advantage. Fun’s not half-ghost anymore. He can’t keep up with it without super healing and sleep deprivation. His parents try to help but he has to make sure they don’t get captured or wasted. It’s starting to take a toll. And he was worried…

The air next to him started to condense and Fun quickly aimed the thermos towards it and powered it on. Technus screamed in surprise and disbelief as he was sucked in, his scream echoing until Fun placed the cap on.

Fun collapsed against the wall in exhaustion, breathing heavy. Finally. He thinks that was the last one. Hopefully.

His watch beeped and he winced, peeking over to it. 3:00pm. He skipped half a day today. Damn, he’s in big trouble. Oh well, not like his teachers weren’t used to it already. Fun clicked it off before standing up. Too late to go back now, and there is one ghost he still needs to catch.

Now where to look…

xxx

In hindsight, this should’ve been the first place to look. But Fun thought he’d be somewhere else like practicing in the Far Frozen or checking up on Dora. He didn’t expect him to be in his lair the whole time. But no other ghost had seen him.

Super’s lair had a purple door like everyone else except unlike everyone else he kept the inside simple since he hardly used it. It housed a generic room for rest with a queen-sized bed, TV, small kitchenette for ectoplasm and bathroom with first aid kits and medicine. The bathroom was mostly for Fun’s benefit since he usually stayed with Super during their visits.

Usually.

Fun parked the Specter Speeder next to the entrance and knocked Shave and a Haircut on the door. Silence. He fidgeted, getting uncomfortable when Super didn’t answer. He knows he’s there since he can see the lock in place.

Maybe he doesn’t know it’s not a threat? “Super dude,” Fun called, “it’s me. Open up.”

Nothing happened although Fun thought he heard some rustling. “Please?”

Fun waited outside for five minutes, getting more anxious as time went on before he heard a click. He scrambled out of his seat before grabbing the door handle, missing it a few times. He slowly opened it to a dim room lit by Super’s glow and the TV.

Super himself was laid down, facing away from him and surrounded by plushies. The room was immaculate as always with everything put away neatly and cleaned to a nth degree.

Fun swallowed as he jumped inside and locked the door. Did he not move from the bed, or did he just clean up really well? Usually Fun would give a quip to make Super laugh, but he didn’t think it would go over well. This wasn’t like him.

The ghost’s back was tense and hair messed up. His arms were around himself, as if trying to hide himself from the outside world. Super didn’t move even when Fun came in, choosing to remain motionless. It was starting to unnerve Fun, not used to the serious atmosphere.

Fun didn’t know whether to walk towards him or not, but Super decided that for him. He slowly sat up, still facing away. He rubbed his head and slid it down to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I kept it too long, I know,” Super said, picking up the white sheet covering him and folded it. “Here.” He held it out.

Fun watched him for a minute before walking forward. Reaching a hand out, he closed Super’s fist over the sheet instead of taking it. Super was startled enough to look over at him and Fun saw green-rimmed green eyes filled with sadness. Fun held his breath, he never saw him like this. This couldn’t just be about the sheet, could it?

“Dude-Super-I don’t care about who’s turn it is with the sheet. Have you been here the last few days? It’s not like you to just leave. Even if we argue you’re still beating ghosts to a pulp, exercising your alliteration.” He was glad he was able to stay in class enough to learn about figurative language. Now he can tell what Super’s witticisms are. “Did I do something?” Fun mumbled, quietly. The last thing he wanted was to actually hurt Super.

The ghost shook his head. “Just thinking. And watching Ghost News.” He grimaced. “Honestly these fellows are much more uncivilized than the scoundrels I fight everyday.”

“Well dude,” Fun said, sitting himself next to Super, “that’s why you’re in the Human World since it is more civilized. But since you haven’t, and I know you loathe staying here for long periods of time, what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion. Just replenishing the reserves.”

“Yeah sure, I can believe that. But only if it were for one day, and based on the last time I saw you, there might be another reason.” Fun’s eyes softened, holding Super’s guarded ones. “I was worried.”

Super broke, blinking rapidly and biting his lip. He slapped a hand to his face, the smack resonating between them. “I just,” he sighed, “needed time alone.

“I’m sorry for acting dramatic but…I guess I got a little too defensive. My cape,” he pulled it close to him, “It not only helps my purpose, but I use it as a base for who I once was before we split and as a connection between me and you.

“I know it’s silly and I can use anything else but I chose this. And it makes me feel like I can do my job and be a part of my family-” he winced, “well, past-family. I guess I just liked pretending a little too much. No need to worry your little raven head over it. I’ll just try harder to forget.”

“No,” Fun grabbed Super’s arms, turning him around gently to face him, “I’m the one that should be apologizing. I didn’t realize how much it meant to you. I should’ve expected something since we have a whole system established. And you have a family. It just shifted a few degrees. Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and me are still here for you, dude.” Fun pulled Super close and wrapped his arms around him, fingers threaded through white hair and one hand clenching his suit. “Why do you think I told you to have us go by ‘Super’ and ‘Fun’ and not ‘Danny’ and ‘Phantom?’ Cause we’re both named Danny!”

Super didn’t reply but Fun felt him encircle his waist, burying his face in Fun’s shoulder. Fun rubbed circles in his back and kissed his temple, berating himself mentally on not coming sooner. He hated when someone he loved was hurting. He never wanted Super to feel alone. One of the reasons they split was so they could have and confide in each other.

“You can keep your cape. I can pass out and sleep like the dead with a sweater as a covering.” Fun pulled back to grin at Super, “as long as I can keep my personal alarm clock.” He winked.

That pulled a watery chuckle from the superhero. “I better not hear any lip from you from now on.”

“No promises, Super-dude,” he grinned, happy to finally see life in those eyes again.

xxx

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!”

Fun screeched, flopping around on the bed before tumbling down, a few plushies falling on top of him. The extra pound on him blocked his view of the beaming ghost above him. He decided to spend the night with Super to hang out. Chatting and playing took up their time but Fun missed just having a night to relax and enjoy something fun. It had only been a week or so but he wasn’t used to fighting as much anymore so the break was nice.

This? Not so much.

“Rise and shine, human,” Super grinned, kicking his feet from his position on the bed. “Bright and early on this fantastic day.”

“Ugh, this is not what I meant by alarm clock,” Fun groaned, getting up. He stretched languidly before yawning wide. “Better fly me back home and to school quickly, dude. I don’t need another detention.”

Fun got dressed and brushed his teeth as Super watched TV, already up and at em like the morning ghost he was (didn’t matter if he rarely slept, he was still an early bird). Eggs and bacon were already made for him and he greedily scarfed it down with orange juice. He fluffed up his hair a bit and sighed. “Alright, done.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s go, Soup! I don’t need Lancer to call Mom and Dad again. And I know you’re just dying to go back to work.”

“Fun, Fun, Fun,” Super tsked, wagging his finger at him. He side-eyed Fun as his mouth morphed into a sly smile. “Today is Saturday, you silly specimen.”

Silence.

Super screamed as Fun ran towards him at lightning speed and tackled him, joy in his voice for the first time in days.

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