#phantom shrieks: au version
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Eheheh let me drive my van into your heart as a Slimeriana song. Charlie singing it to mariana as a joke and it becoming their song. After juanaflippa is born charlie sings it to her as a lullaby
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The Half-Dead Kids Club
Phic Phight Oneshot for bibliophilea: (AU) Tucker Ghouly was looking for a relaxing weekend with his boyfriend. Too bad the halfa versions of his boyfriend, his boyfriend's sister, and their other best friend crashed the party. [Danny/Tucker]
Also if you've read my Tucker Ghouly AU fic, this is set in the same universe/using the same logic and same eventual ship, and there is a spoiler for things I have planned for that fic too.
On FFN and AO3
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Tucker sighed, doing a cheesy yawn and stretch as he put his hand over his boyfriend's shoulder. Danny rolled his eyes.
"You don't have to do that every time," he told him. Tucker grinned.
"Yeah, but you're a sucker for it," he replied.
"Can't argue with that," Danny agreed, returning the smile. "Your parents are gonna be out for a while, right?"
"Yeah, and Olivia's sleeping over at her friend's," Tucker replied. Danny's smile widened.
"Sooo…" he said slowly. He leaned in to kiss Tucker instead of finishing his sentence. Tucker happily leaned in too, only to stop when he felt that familiar electrical tingling in his head. He suddenly stood up. Danny stared before snapping to his feet too. "Ghost?"
Tucker nodded as he looked around, going ghost. Danny reached into his pocket for a screwdriver sized-handle, pressing a button that made it spring out into the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick (Mobile Version).
"Can you tell where it-AH!" Danny screamed as a semi-familiar figure came out of seemingly nowhere and crashed into the coffee table. Tucker also screamed, turning on his heel.
The figure was a motionless girl with short black hair, one of the sides of her head shaved to expose an ear with multiple piercings. She wore a dark purple sleeveless shirt and a black skirt, with purple and black tennis shoes. The girl was laying on the wooden pile of the now broken coffee table.
"Aw, man! My mom's gonna kill me!" Tucker cried out.
Danny took a few deep breaths, clutching his chest before nudging the girl with his foot. She groaned in pain. He squinted his eyes at her voice.
"...Sam?" Danny asked. He clicked the button, and the weapon folded back together.
"...Danny?" she moaned softly.
The couple immediately reached down to help her up, setting her on the couch.
"Sam! What happened?" Danny asked. He cupped a bruised cheek, taking note of what injuries she had. "I thought you were going to Florida with your grandma." Sam stared at him, confused.
"What? N-no. No, I….I'm sorry, but are you wearing eyeliner? It looks rad."
"...Yeah? I always wear eyeliner?" Danny said slowly. "How badly did you hit your head? And how did you get here?"
Tucker had watched everything silently, but now he had to say something.
"...This isn't our Sam, dude," he told him. Danny gave him a weird look, and Sam did too, only for her face to drop in surprise upon truly looking at him. "Our Sam would never shave her head." Danny glanced back at Sam, and he had to nod.
"...Yeah, my Tucker's not...glowing," she stated hesitantly. Tucker saw his hand, and he remembered that he was, in fact, still in ghost mode.
"Sorry," he apologized, and the rings formed, but he stopped as his senses went wild once more. Black mist escaped Sam's nostrils as well. "...Hold that thought."
"There's more?" Danny asked, standing up again. Fenton Anti-Creep Stick (Mobile Version) was once again sprung out.
"Whoa, sick!" Sam grinned. She got to her feet too, wobbingly a bit.
"You should rest, you took a nasty fall," Tucker insisted. He took her hands, causing her to flush a light red. Slowly but gently, he made her sit back down. He looked to Danny, leaning in to give him a quick peck. "Make sure she's okay, I'm gonna go investigate."
"Gotcha," Danny confirmed. Tucker jumped up, flying straight into the ceiling and out. Sam rubbed her upper arm anxiously.
"So...you and Tucker, huh?" she asked slowly. Danny nodded.
"Yeah, for a while now," he replied. He raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
"No!" she said quickly. "No! Uh, just kinda...weird to see, if I'm being honest. Um...So by now I'm pretty sure I fell into some kind of natural ghost portal to where Tucker's half ghost, and you two are dating….but um...where I'm from, I'm kinda half ghost, and I'm kind of dating Tucker. So! Uh!" She coughed nervously. "Just kinda...not something I'm used to seeing."
"Oh. Ah. Um...I see." Danny shifted from foot to foot before sitting down next to her. "Um. That's uh. Heh. Kinda funny."
"He also goes for the goth look," she continued. "Like, uh, like you. So. Um." She clasped her hands together, resting them on her knee as she crossed her leg. "Just uh...kinda weird." She paused. "Kinda really weird."
"Uh...yeah."
They sat in silence for a few seconds. Danny glanced over to her, clearing his throat.
"...Our Sam's dating Paulina," he suddenly blurted out. Sam choked on nothing.
"I'm WHAT?"
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Tucker flew out of his house, and he immediately found what was looking for. Two figures, talking as they floated in the sky. A girl with bright blue hair, in blue and white, and a boy with white hair, in black and white.
"Hey," Tucker called out to them. They turned to him, and they stared.
"We're peaceful!" the girl called out. The boy elbowed her in the ribs, making her yelp.
"Who are you?" the boy asked.
"Tucker Ghouly, and you two?"
"Tucker Ghouly…" the boy repeated slowly. He glanced between himself and the girl. "...Wait. Tucker? Is that you? It's me, Danny."
Tucker blinked in confusion as he stared. He squinted, and he could finally sorta see it. If he dyed the hair black, made it a bit longer, added the signature eyeliner...this dude kinda looked like his boyfriend. Though of course, his boyfriend was of course much cuter.
"Danny...Fenton?" he asked slowly. The boy, Danny, quickly made a cut it out motion.
"It's Danny Phantom," he replied.
"And Jazz Phantom!" the girl pipped up. Danny put his hand on her face, pushing her back a bit.
"We're not related," he informed him.
"We kinda are!"
"Do you know where we can talk? Like in private?" the boy asked. Tucker gestured to his house below them.
"Come on, my house should be good."
The two followed him into the living room, and Tucker glanced between his boyfriend and the Not-Sam. His boyfriend had moved to sit in an armchair while Sam was whining and complaining about something he couldn't quite make out, sprawled out dramatically on the couch.
"What did you do?" Tucker asked. Danny shrugged.
"Told her she was dating Paulina here," Danny said, and Sam let out a dramatic shrieking noise. He nodded at the two ghosts. "So why aren't we kicking butt?"
"So, if I'm guessing right," Tucker said slowly, finally turning to the two ghosts that had been just standing there awkwardly. "Ghostly portal nonsense happened, and now we have a bunch of half ghosts here."
"Wait, what?" Danny spoke up.
"I think what Tucker's saying is that me, that Danny, and." Sam sat up, pausing as she stared curiously at the other girl. She cocked her head. "Jazz?" she guessed. Jazz nodded. "Okay, and Jazz, are all half ghosts from another timeline. We need to get back."
"Yeah, and like. Soon. My parents and little sister are gonna be back by Sunday night, and I'm already hiding one half ghost, me." Tucker gestured up and down at himself. "From a Guys in White agent."
"Whoa! Wait, hold up!" the Not-Danny said, holding his hands up. "Your dad's a GIW agent?" Tucker sighed.
"Yeah. He was a cop, but right around the time of the accident he got hired on with them," he replied. "Is your dad one too?"
"No! They're ghost hunters! They run and operate FentonWorks!" Not-Danny grumbled. Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, my parents too," Danny spoke up. "Tucker got shocked when we were trying to troubleshoot it. We uh...we got it running."
Danny visibly sunk in his seat a bit. Tucker immediately turned human, walking over to the armchair. He sat on the arm, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and hugging him close. A reminder that it wasn't his fault.
"Yeah, I got shocked by Mom and Dad's portal too," Jazz finally spoke up. Since Tucker had gone human, she did too. She revealed herself to still be a redhead, wearing a light blue blouse and black jeans, with matching black flats. "My boyfriend, well at the time he was just my best friend, but Spike convinced me that I should check it out. So….I did."
"Spike?" Not-Danny echoed, staring at her weirdly. "Really?" Jazz nodded. "...Huh."
"Yeah, same," Sam nodded. She shifted to pull her legs to her chest. "I was trying to convince Danny to go into the portal, but he said if I was that curious, that I should just do it myself. So I got shocked to hell and back."
"Man, your dad's portal's really been fucking with us all," Tucker told Not-Danny. He made a bit of a face.
"Wait, are you two…?" Not-Danny finally asked. Tucker nodded, affectionately patting Danny's back.
"Yeah, for a bit now," he replied. Not-Danny stared for a moment, shaking his head.
"Kinda weird. I mean, just like, I'm dating Sam," he began, only for Sam to cut him off.
"God, I know right? I'm dating Tucker!" she exclaimed. "And he-"
"Sam looks a lot like me/him!" they somewhat finished the sentence together. Jazz snorted in amusement.
"Apparently halfas have a thing for goths," she joked. Everybody gave a small chuckle.
"But yeah, seriously, I need to get you all the hell out of here before my dad gets back," Tucker said. Sam frowned.
"How are we gonna do that?" she asked.
"Clockwork, duh," Jazz said, as if it was obvious. "We just go through the Fenton portal and find him. He'll put us back."
"Yeah, but um…" Danny paused. "My parents' portal is kinda...destroyed."
The other halfas immediately went into a frenzy of panic.
"WHAT?"
"How is that possible!?
"It's destroyed!? What!? How!?"
"Was it the ecto-filter? It was the ecto-filter wasn't it?
"What did you do!?"
"Hey, hey, hey! HEY!" Danny had to raise his voice to get everybody to settle down. "Look, they're still rebuilding from Uncle Nico destroying it. It's not going to be operational for another few months. I'm sorry."
"Uncle Nico?" Not-Danny echoed. "I don't have an Uncle Nico." Danny stared at him.
"Uh, you don't?" he questioned. "He works with Uncle Vlad?"
"Wait he's your Uncle Vlad!?" Not-Danny seemed to pale. Danny looked so confused.
"...Yeah? He's my godfather. My parents have known him since college, we have family vacations together. What's wrong with him?"
"He's a fruitloop!" Not-Danny nearly screamed, waving his arms dramatically. "He wants to marry my mom and kill my dad, and adopt me as his son!" He turned to Jazz. "Right?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I have...absolutely no clue what you're talking about," she said slowly. "Uncle Vlad's great. He bought my brother a car for his sweet sixteen."
"I don't even know a Vlad," Sam agreed. Not-Danny looked like he was going to have a stroke.
"Okay, okay then," Not-Danny scowled. "So who's the old half-ghost asshole that roams around trying to ruin your life?" The other three halfas all went "ohhhh."
"Oh, that's Spectra," Jazz replied, as if it was obvious. "She went to college with my parents. She got hit by the portal and became ugly as well as half ghost, so now she basically makes my life a living hell cause she's mad that I like? Have potential or something? She's my principal, Ms. Penelope Spencer."
"Mrs. Fenton," Sam nodded. "No ghost name. Cause, uh. Well. She got hit by the portal in college and hates herself for being a half ghost. Wants me for experiments so she can cure herself. Reaaal awkward to have dinner over there."
"Danny's Uncle Nico, or Technomancer." Tucker jerked a thumb at his Danny. "Vlad's business partner that got shocked while trying to fix their portal, is now pissy cause he thinks he's better than humans cause he's got ghosts powers. Wants me to join him and be my mentor."
"Okay, so." Not-Danny rubbed his temple. "This is really fucking weird and messing with my head. Can I just go home?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my parents will start to worry about me soon," Sam agreed, looking at her watch.
"Does your Uncle Nico have a portal?" Jazz wondered. Danny shook his head no.
"He makes his own portals " he said, pointing to his wrist. "It's programmed into his watch."
"We need to take it," Not-Danny blurted out. Everybody stared at him. "What!? It's the only way to get home, I can't be crazy for suggesting that!"
"Uh, I think he might be right," Sam hesitated. "But I mean. This is your guys' world." She nodded to the couple. "Are there any other portals around?"
"Um. No? Not that I know of?" Danny admitted. Tucker thought hard.
"...Would Paulina have one?" Tucker asked. Sam visibly jerked in surprise.
"Paulina? Why Paulina?" she demanded to know. Tucker flinched.
"I uh...kinda ruined her life. So Uncle Nico...sorta...kinda...um...gave her weapons to use against me." He gave a sheepish grin. Sam gawked at him.
"...Paulina. Paulina is the Green Hunter. I don't get it, like. At all."
"Uh, Pink Huntress," Danny corrected. "But yeah."
"Wait, who the fuck could the Green Hunter be?" Not-Danny spoke up.
"Yeah, isn't it supposed to be the Blue Hunter?" Jazz seemed confused.
"No! Red Huntress!" Not-Danny scowled.
"Red?" Jazz raised an eyebrow. "Who's Red?"
"Valerie Gray?" Not-Danny stated as if it was obvious. Jazz had to think hard.
"You mean Danny's friend? Like my brother Danny? I barely know her." She shook her head. "No, the Blue Hunter's Mikey."
"Mikey!?" Sam snorted in amusement. "Oh my god, Mikey. He's seriously your hunter?"
"You never told us who the Green Hunter was!" Not-Danny pointed out.
"Oh! It's Kwan!"
"Kwan!?" Not-Danny was in disbelief. "But he's so sickeningly nice!"
"Oh my fucking god, we're going to be here all weekend if you guys don't stop comparing timelines!" Danny snapped. All the halfas stared at him, a bit guilty. They all murmured some sort of apology.
"So...should we try Paulina?" Tucker asked. Danny sighed.
"We know she has one, it's how she directly puts ghosts back into the Ghost Zone. So it's just a matter of if we wanna challenge Paulina or if we wanna challenge Uncle Nico."
Go up against a half-ghost billionaire tech genius or a weaponized high school cheerleader?
They all stared at each other.
The half-ghost billionaire tech genius was way easier.
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Plan was in motion.
Danny glanced over his shoulder to look at all the halfas hiding (somewhat badly) in a bush outside of Nico's house. He had his messenger bag on his other shoulder, and a big tupperware container on his hip.
"So he's basically Technus?" Not-Danny whispered. Jazz elbowed him. "OW!"
"SHH!" she hissed back.
Danny rang the doorbell, and everybody waited. A minute passed before the door opened, and the familiar black man with long braids opened the door. He was wearing his dark green shirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
"Hey Uncle Nico!" Danny smiled. "Are you free? I've been really struggling with this robot." He used his free hand to pat the top of the tupperware container. "Can you help?"
Nico grinned warmly.
"Course kiddo!" he boomed excitedly. "Come on, come on!" He moved to the side to let the teenager in. Danny thanked him, and they both went inside. Even from the bushes, Tucker could hear the tech genius talking a mile a minute in his outside voice.
"Okay. Danny's gonna try and get Nico into a position where he'll take his watch off, and when that happens, I'll grab it," Tucker told the others. "You guys stay here, I'll go get it."
"We should come with you," Sam Specter replied, trying to take a step forward. Tucker put a hand out to stop her.
"No, you guys really need to stay out here. Nico's got one hell of a ghost system, and he's incredibly powerful to boot. I know how to slip around it, and it's a very delicate procedure," he explained.
"Shouldn't we stick together?" Jazz questioned. Tucker shook his head no.
"No, trust me on this."
"Are you sure?" Not-Danny asked. Tucker scowled.
"Just! Stay here!" he said. He floated towards the property, turning human on the front steps but phasing into the building.
The other three halfas stood around in a semi-circle, staring at each other. Sam broke the stare to look at the ground, lightly kicking at the dirt. Not-Danny sighed impatiently. Jazz looked up at the sky.
"It's just Technus," Sam spoke up.
"Yeah! He's so easy!" Not-Danny scoffed. "He literally shouts his plans all the time."
"I can beat him with one hand tied behind my back!" Jazz agreed.
"So we'll just go in and strongarm it from him, kick butt, and go!" Not-Danny reasoned. Sam smirked.
"Yeah, of course! We'll just speed up the ass-kicking!" she said, punching her fist into her palm confidently.
"Tucker doesn't know what he's talking about," Jazz smiled.
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All four halfas were spread out in Tucker's living room. Tucker was on the couch, arm over his stomach as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. Sam was face first on the floor, grumbling in pain. Jazz was curled up next to the armchair, on and off grumbling about chest pains. Not-Danny was in said armchair, mirroring his not-sister by being curled up and holding his head.
Danny came into the living room, balancing three pizzas on one hand with four sodas underneath his other arm. He frowned at the three strange halfas.
"Tucker and I told you to stay outside," he rubbed it in. Not-Danny groaned.
"Man, we get it," he complained. Danny rolled his eyes, setting the food on the impromptu coffee table made up of Amazon boxes.
"Well I hope so, cause now we gotta go through Paulina," he replied. He glanced over to Sam. "So hope you're ready to go on a date, Sam."
"Wait, what?" Sam pulled her face up to look at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
"I am. It's the only way to get her guard down so that Tucker can get her watch so we can find Clockwork and send you guys home." Danny frowned at her. "I'm pretty sure I can make you look like our Sam. Olivia may have a cosplay wig you can borrow, so she won't question why her girlfriend suddenly shaved and somehow unshaved her head. You're going to be the only one who can convince her to take that watch off."
"How on Earth am I supposed to do that?" Sam frowned, rolling onto her back. Danny threw his hands up in the air.
"Figure it out," he scowled. "You guys got yourselves into this mess! We don't have to help you, you know." Sam made a face at him. Tucker reached up to grab Danny's hand.
"Babe, chill. They were just trying to help," Tucker sighed. Danny exhaled too, squeezing his hand.
"We warned them that Technomancer was dangerous," he frowned.
"What's done is done, let's just focus on Paulina."
"...You're right."
Tucker smiled at him, and Danny gave a half-smile back. He let go of Tucker's hand to open the top pizza box.
"Alright, who wanted what?"
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That next morning, Tucker nearly forgot that he had three other random halfas crash that night in his living room. Jazz and Danny had decided that they could tolerate sleeping on the queen sized pull out sofa together with their not-sibling, leaving Sam free to have the twin air mattress to herself.
He didn't wake them up when he saw them though, instead silently making his way towards his kitchen to get himself a bowl of cereal. Not too long afterwards, he heard Danny come down the stairs and come into the kitchen too.
"Hey," he greeted warmly. Tucker smiled, feeling his stomach flutter a bit.
"Hey, morning," he replied. He held up his box of cereal. "Want some?" Danny shook his head no.
"Nah, I'm gonna raid your poptarts," he replied. He opened the cabinet for them, fishing a packet out to unwrap and toss into the toaster. "When Sam wakes up, we need her to call Paulina and invite her out somewhere."
"But we need to take her someplace where she'll not wear that watch," Tucker mused, opening his fridge for milk. He poured some into his bowl. "She wears it everywhere though. How's she going to get Paulina to take it off?"
"That's why we emphasised so fucking hard to them the other day that Uncle Nico was the better option," Danny grumbled.
"Hey, it's okay," Tucker tried to sooth.
"No it's not," Danny insisted. "They wouldn't listen to us!" Tucker put the milk away. "They said it ourselves, that this is our timeline, and we know our timeline, and we know our rivals. So why did they just ignore everything we said about how powerful and dangerous Technomancer is? It's frustrating, it kinda pisses me off still.
"It's okay," Tucker repeated. He took a step forward to be closer to his boyfriend. "They made a mistake. Our timelines are so similar that they probably just underestimated him. Especially if he's supposedly such a joke in theirs." Danny let out an annoyed huff. Tucker cupped his cheek. "We'll figure it out. We always do."
"...I know, just." He paused, sounding emotionally exhausted. "They should have listened."
"They'll listen now," Tucker smiled. Danny couldn't help but give a small smile back. "We'll likely be able to get them home by dinner at the latest, and we can go out."
"I guess…" Danny took a deep breath. Tucker leaned in and gave him a kiss, and he could feel Danny finally relax.
"Oh, whoa. Um. Sorry," Sam's voice made Danny tense up again, and the couple pulled away from each other. Sam was staring at them, standing awkwardly in the kitchen entrance, looking a bit flushed. "I was uh. Hungry. Um. Sorry, just that you look so much like my Danny and Tucker, and the whole um. Yeah. I'll just..." She reached for the sole remaining pizza box, quickly opening it and grabbing a leftover slice and hurrying out of the kitchen. Danny huffed again.
"This is our timeline," he grumbled, his frustrations turning into inaudible mutters. The toaster popped, making them both briefly jump. He grabbed his poptarts, and Tucker collected his bowl and a spoon. The couple went into the living room.
Not-Danny and Jazz were both awake by now, sitting cross legged on the pull out bed as Sam sat in the armchair.
"Okay," Danny began as he stepped into the living room. He pointed to Sam with his poptart. "You can use my phone to call Paulina and ask her to meet you today." Sam looked physically pained at the idea.
"Do I have to?" Sam whined. Danny frowned, taking a bite of his poptart.
"If, uh, other me, is right, you're the only one who's going to be able to convince her," Not-Danny spoke up. Jazz nodded in agreement. Sam dramatically slammed her head against the cushiony back of the armchair.
"...Fine." She held her hand out, and Danny pulled his cell phone out, pulling up Paulina's number. He put it in her hand, and Sam stared at the contact. She took a deep breath before pressing the call button. After a few rings, somebody picked the phone up.
"Um? Danny?" Paulina sounded confused. Sam gave a pained grimace.
"Hey...uh...baby?" Danny waved his poptart in the air in a what the fuck motion. Sam mirrored it back to him.
"...Sam? Is that you? I thought you were in Florida with your grandma this weekend? Why are you calling from Danny's phone."
"Um. No? I lost my phone," she awkwardly replied. Danny motioned for her to keep talking. "Uh, hey! Wanna meet up today?"
"Sure! Do you wanna go mall cruising?" Paulina asked.
"Uh yeah! Sounds fun! How about?" Sam paused to glance at the wall clock. "Say in an hour?"
"Sounds perfect! I can't wait to see you!"
"You...too." Everybody could tell that it took everything for Sam to force that sentence out. "Goodbye. I miss you."
"Byebye!"
Sam hung up the phone, handing it back to Danny. He was frowning at her.
"That was terrible," he told her. Sam scowled. "Come on. We need to get you looking like our Sam."
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"Ugh, why is there so much hair?" Sam complained. She pulled on the wig to adjust it some. Apparently the Sam here had long hair, and it felt so heavy. And this outfit was so...nerdy. This was going to be a terrible day.
"Stop pulling on it!" Danny hissed. "We can't afford to blow this twice."
"Here," Tucker spoke up. He handed her a watch. "Just try and switch the watches if you can." Sam hesitantly took it. She turned it over in her hand.
"Once you switch, give us some kind of signal," Not-Danny added.
"And we'll make a distraction," Jazz chimed in.
"Won't she notice if I switch it then?" Sam asked. Danny shook his head no.
"No, her bracelet is her ghost hunting gear, the watch is just a portal device."
Sam glanced between all of them worriedly as she pocketed the device.
"You got this," Tucker smiled. She reluctantly nodded.
"Pink Huntress, coming right for us," Danny said, nodding ahead of them as he lightly slapped Tucker with the back of his hand. Not-Danny and Jazz immediately rushed away.
"Good luck!" Tucker whispered to her as he and Danny grabbed each other's hand, quickly walking off to pretend that they just happened to be having their own date out at the mall.
Sam smiled weakly as Paulina bounced up to her. She wasn't in the dark pink and black attire Sam was used to, but a long sleeved light pink shirt with white shorts, hair pulled back in a long french braid.
"Hey!" Paulina greeted her warmly. Sam forced a bigger smile.
"Hey!" she replied.
"Where do you wanna go first?" Paulina asked, immediately reaching to grab Sam's hand. The halfa flinched at first, jerking away before quickly remembering, and she took Paulina's hand. The huntress raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on it.
"Uh, wherever you wanna go!" Sam replied lightly.
"Hmm," Paulina lightly mused. "How about Sephora?"
"Uh, sure," Sam agreed.
Thankfully Paulina was still chatty, and so Sam wasn't forced to make conversation, but simply just listen as Paulina talked on the walk towards the store. She mostly talked about her Starbucks job, since she had apparently come straight from there to the mall. Sam couldn't imagine her own Paulina actually working at all, but she guessed it seemed to make sense that this Paulina did. Sam kinda...fucked Kwan over, even though it was unintentional, and he had to take up a part time job at the Skulk N Lurk because of it.
The store came up, and Paulina broke away from Sam to excitedly hurry in.
"Ooo, Sam! Look!" She smiled, pointing out a display of bright pastels, primarily warm tones. "These are so pretty!" Paulina opened the display palette, looking at the colors. Sam came up next to her, studying the colors.
"Oh wow, those look so pretty," Sam had to admit.
"Yeah, but I don't know if they'd look too good on me," Paulina mused. She took the test brush, and she applied the color to her inner arm. Sam watched, and the idea hit her.
"...Hey, Paulina? Do you wanna take your watch off so you don't get makeup on it?" Sam questioned. Paulina glanced at it, thinking for a minute before nodding.
"Yeah, probably a good idea," she agreed. She slipped it off, handing it to Sam. "Can you hold it for a moment?"
"Of course!" Sam smiled. She accepted it.
Paulina returned her attention to the sample palette, and she began to swatch her arm with it. Heart pounding, Sam quickly made the exchange, putting the real one in her pocket and holding the fake one while Paulina was distracted. She glanced over to see Danny a few isles over, watching her from the corner of his eye as he looked at makeup. She gave a small nod. Danny gave a short nod back, and she saw him exit the store.
Sam returned her attention fully to her
A small beeping came from Paulina, and Sam raised an eyebrow at her. It was still...weird to think of her mortal enemy as being the hunter-er, huntress. Paulina glanced around worriedly.
"Uh, hey Sam? I totally forgot, my papa-," she began, pulling her phone out. Sam could see that obviously, nobody was calling, but she nodded anyway.
"Oh, don't worry! Go on, I understand!" she said. Paulina smiled in relief. Sam held up the fake watch. "Don't forget this!"
"Oh, right!" Paulina used one of the free wet wipes, quickly wiping the swatches off before putting the watch back on. "Thanks! You're the best!" she chirped. "Call me when you find your phone!"
Paulina exited the store in a hurry, and Sam followed. She saw her already near the exit of the mall, opening the door and leaving. The halfa jumped when a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned to see Danny.
"Hey, you get it?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.
"I gave you the signal, didn't I?" she said. She reached into her pocket to pull the watch out. Danny plucked it from her fingers, turning it over. He sighed in relief.
"This is it," he confirmed. "The other Danny and Jazz went to wait for us outside. Tucker's making a distraction, and once he's done, we'll finally get you guys home."
A rush of air blew hit them as Tucker Ghouly flew by. A feminine figure in pink, riding a skateboard style hoverboard, was close on his heels.
"...Assuming Paulina doesn't finally get him."
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"I'm so glad that's over," Danny sighed as they plopped onto Tucker's couch. Tucker gave a small hum. Luckily it took no time to find Clockwork and send everybody home.
"Yeah. Just gotta figure out what to do about this," he mused, pushing the Amazon box coffee table with his food. Danny waved it off.
"We can go to Ikea tomorrow," he replied. He held his hand out for Tucker to take, and the halfa immediately did.
"We also need to call Sam and let her know what we did in case Paulina asks," Tucker said. Danny grumbled tiredly.
"...We'll call her in a bit," he promised him.
"At some point we need to find a way to slip that bracelet back to Paulina."
"Problem for another day."
They sat in silence for a bit. Just resting. Just chilling, until Danny finally spoke up again. "...you know what's kinda cool?" Tucker brushed his thumb over the back of Danny's hand, giving a curious hum in response. "...It's kinda nice to know that it's seemingly meant to be. You know. Us. Halfas and goths getting together." Tucker grinned.
"Yeah, that is kinda nice," he agreed. He let go of Danny hand to stand up. "Come on. I promised you some food."
"Finally."
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Ocean on Fire Phantom of the Opera AU Master List (To be added to as I see fit)
Strap in, this is gonna get long. Big thanks to @thaylepo for indulging me and sending many brilliant ideas.
This is a basic rundown and ideas that would happen at some point in the story. Obviously some things could change or be added but I’ve just got to get this down before I go nuts
Shore and Grillby were childhood friends.
Shore is the child of a wealthy business man, taught from childhood that the arts are to be treasured and appreciated
However, while she may learn instruments and dance and music, she is to take over the family business, not run away to star in the opera like she wants
Grillby's father (he has parents in this au) was a famous violinist who often was called by Shore's father to perform for parties. He wound up teaching Shore fundamentals of music
Little Grillby was a shy flame. Always trailed along behind his father, clutching his tailcoats
Shore saw the tiny elemental and decided instantly: I'm going to be his BEST FRIEND
Queue stuttering, hesitant Grillby being dragged around the manor, getting into all sorts of trouble and adventures. He's a lot more hardy than Shore is, so he rather often found himself acting as a sort of guard dog. He was utterly distraught when Shore fell and broke her arm. Shore teased him about crying because she couldn’t stand to see him so upset
They also learn music together from Grillby's father. First time Shore hears Grillby sing, she grabs his face and screams with delight until the poor little guy is fully bright blue with blushing
Then Grillby's father dies. A family friend takes Grillby away to one of the opera houses to work. Grillby and Shore are 13 and 10 at this point and have spent the last 6 years together. Shore makes Grillby promise to keep singing, to keep the spark of his father alive through music. He promises
They both wait until they are out of sight of the other to cry
Grillby cries every night for the first 3 months in the opera house. As a monster, he is bullied by many of the other students. He mourns his father's passing and he misses Shore to a near unbearable level. The only comfort he has is when he sings quietly to himself in those few moments when he is alone doing his chores
Then he hears a voice, a soft and gentle voice that asks him why such a bright flame weeps. He runs away in fear and hides in his bed
But the voice asks him again and again. 'Why does such a bright flame weep?' Slowly, over the course of a year, Grillby tells the voice his story
The voice says he is the Phantom of the opera house. Grillby thinks he sounds rather young to be a Phantom
The Phantom replies that Grillby is rather young to have such a lovely voice. He offers to teach Grillby. The fire monster agrees upon hearing the Phantom's beautiful and haunting voice
After all, he did promise
15 years pass. Shore has taken over her family business and is finally able to offer herself as a patron to an opera house that has shown remarkable growth over the years, becoming well known in the arts circles
Partially thanks to the star of the show, a humanoid robot named Mettaton. Most of the monsters we know work the show behind the scenes, so having a monster in the lead is a new leap in gaining treatment that is more fair for monster kind as performers
But Mettaton is also a diva. The day Shore arrives with new managers, he throws his tantrum and quits after a rather suspicious accident.
Shore only has eyes for the fire elemental standing frozen with the rest of the crew. She suggests letting him take the lead role. Promising that she knows he can sing.
Grillby is so quiet most assumed he couldn't even talk so naturally protests break out and Shore maybe uses her power as a patron to insist. 'He promised me,' is all she says, looking right at him
So he sings and everyone is stunned at the strength and grace of his voice. The managers instantly whisk him away to prepare for the show
After the show, Shore goes to his new dressing room and they fall into each other's arms. They speak of times past, of the loneliness of being apart. But when Shore says that she wants to take him out to celebrate, he hesitates. The Phantom will not be happy if he leaves, he knows this
But he agrees and she leaves to let him change
Enter in The Phantom. Showing himself for the first time, a figure in black wearing a simple white mask over his face. White hands punched through the palms. Grillby is enchanted, dazed and follows The Phantom into the tunnels under the opera house
*Music of the Night noises*
Grillby has a bit of a Crisis because he genuinely cares about Phantom and they became very close friends as much as teacher and student but this is kind of odd?? A little frightening?
Phantom sees this, backpedals real hard but hides it and sends Grillby back upstairs before falling into bed and screaming into his pillow
When Shore finds Grillby vaguely wandering back into the theater, she goes, uh??? What happened?? Were you kidnapped? I kind of stayed up all night looking for you??
Grillby, still a little in shock because what the heck just happened "Kind of?"
Now that won't STAND
Shore starts digging to find out everything she can about this opera ghost, keeping a close eye on Grillby. There is no gaslighting here folks like in versions of the story that to this day drive me crazy
As Shore digs, accidents start happening. Loose floorboards, unlatched equipment, a falling sandbag or two. Shore catches on pretty quickly what’s happening when she catches just a flash of shadow more than once right before or after these little ‘incidents’
Finally plants herself down in the middle of the stage and calls for the Phantom to show his face. It takes a while then she sees a shadow just barely move. He’s up in the rafters, crouched like some kind of bat
“What is your freaking deal?”
“Why are you trying to take what’s mine?”
“Yours? He belongs to himself you dingbat”
That makes him laugh for reasons Shore doesn’t get
Conversation happens, a lot of dodging questions, shifting blame. Phantom is oddly charming. For being an attempted murdering/kidnapping jerk
“Are you the one who keeps trying to kill me? The sandbag dropped on my head, the broken trapdoor, the spiders in my hat??”
“Oh my God, I’m not responsible for every little thing that goes wrong in this place. It’s an old building, accidents do happen.
“The sandbag was me though.”
Grillby materializes just to smack him in the head for that
And so it goes, Grillby and Shore trying to reconnect, Grillby trying to maintain a level of friendship (and maybe more?) with Phantom and Phantom attempting various levels of accidents to get Shore to leave the theater
Until one day he finds Shore on the stage. She’s singing to an empty theater. She’s not...good exactly but...rather unpracticed. He’s startled enough that he stops his evil giggling and untwisting of the hidden trapdoor in the stage to listen.
He comes up silently, creeping on the edges just out of sight. When he speaks, Shore shrieks and nearly falls off the stage anyway. Her blushing does a weird thing to his Soul. Like a sort of flip flopping squeeze.
“Well, if you’re going to think yourself worthy of my Flame, you’d better have a voice to match. Let me hear you sing again.”
Many ‘threat’ filled lessons later-
“Hmm. Maybe there’s hope for you after all”
“Maybe there’s more to you than a creepy stalker personality.”
Past the Point of No Return scene happens at some point. I don’t make the rules
Also Phantom and Shore have a sword fight that maybe starts out as anger fueled but rather quickly changes to a pent up Feelings kind of deal
Grillby’s concern is quick to fade and he watches the two idiots dance around each other, wondering why exactly they don’t see how much they actually do like each other.
It’s also at this moment he realizes fully that he loves them both
“Well shoot, I love these two morons and they love each other but won’t admit it. This is going to be very ‘fun’ to sort out”
Eventually, Shore asks for Phantom’s name.
“My name...died with the person I was long ago.”
“Maybe it’s time you reclaim it.”
His name is Wing Dings Gaster and for countless years he was held by the Void. He doesn’t fully remember how he escaped, nor what he looked like before. All he knows is that his face is broken with terrible cracks and skeletal in only the vaguest sense with a body that ebbs and flows with darkness. When he first stumbled back into the light after the darkness of the Void, people screamed and ran from him. Or worse, they chased him, calling him an omen of death. So he retreated down below the theater and resigned himself to always be a watcher and made a mask to cover his face.
He was alone for years until he heard young Grillby crying in a corner and sat as close as he dared. It took a while for him to gain the courage to speak to the elemental
Given the fluid nature of his body, it’s easy for him to change his voice to sing. It’s the only part of himself that he can see as holding any worth.
Grillby was his only source of socialization and he’s terrified of losing him, which makes Phantom a tad bit clingy with some pretty severe separation anxiety
Phantom is a sad, sad boy who needs a lot of hugs and therapy
Shore is kind to him despite it all (and despite the irritation at the ‘death threats’)
Phantom finally admits that she was never in any actual danger because he might be a messed up guy but he’s not a murderer. He might have even nudged her out of the way with blue magic a few times to make sure she wasn’t hurt.
Eventually Phantom realizes he no longer wants her to leave. He wants to stand with her and Grillby. He wants to be a better monster but he doesn’t know how to do that so kind of retreats into his lair
Grillby and Shore have to track him down. And queue the heart to heart, the great Crying Session, the Unmasking or whatever you wanna call it
And they all live an OT3 happy ending, the end
#OoF phantom au#grillby#gaster#gaster/grillby/reader#undertale#WHOOO finally got this all down#listen in this house#love triangles mean that all three are in love with each other!#and it's wonderful!#OoF extra
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A Day in the Life: Mornings
A Family Mob AU fic.
The day began at 4am that morning, with Michael blinking into the dim light of a waking Los Santos. He didn't even need to move from bed to know that someone was already up. Michael sighed.
Gavin glared out the window, his eyes trained on the newly rented apartment across the street. Green light smeared on the glass, pouring from Gavin's eyes and the thin membrane on his back fluttered irritably.
"Yo Gav what the fuck, Go to sleep." A high pitched unearthly shriek ripped through the penthouse as a ghostly version of Michael floated in front of Gavin. He turned around to see Michael walking over with a sleepy sour look.
It was too early for any kind of grooming. Michael had left his spines out, poking through his specially made pjs they were usually hidden under his heavy leather jacket. Gavin could even see the third eye, its lashes twitching as Michael worked to keep it closed at this early hour.
"Christ Micool not this early!" Gavin hissed, his eyes torn away from the window. Michael rolled his eyes, all three, and scoffed.
"Yeah but you haven't slept again." Michael hissed and Gavin pouted.
"They didn't either! I don't trust it." Gavin turned back to the window, eyes trained back on the faint light peeking through the curtains across the street.
"You heard Matt, they're students. Of fucking course they dont sleep." Michael said grabbing Gavin by the shoulders. Gavin squawked as Michael lifted him up and began to walk away.
"But I gotta keep watch Micool."
"Well I'm up now you can get some sleep and I'll watch." Gavin grumbled as Michael slipped him down on his own bed and fell asleep instantly. His membrane wrapped around him, covering the Brit in a cocoon of glittering gold.
Michael quietly left the room and moved out to the living room to wait out the rest of the night.
By 6 Ryan, Geoff and Fiona were up and with Michael. Geoff had floated in around 430 with a yawn and a light whine. Geoff was rarely able to make full words before 5 am so no one who saw him before then expected any.
Ryan and Fiona came in next one after the other at 5am. Ryan teleported in right to the fridge to grab a diet coke. Meanwhile Fiona shuffled in leaving a small trail of sea water behind her as she went straight for the coffee maker. Together the four crew members all silently sat together as the rose rose.
By 501 Geoff was talking.
"Gavin was up?" He asked.
"Yeah, dumbass was staring down the new neighbors again. They need to get some fucking sleep." Michael confirmed. There was a swish and a heavy bat riddled with glowing green nails thumped on the coffee table.
"Fiona and I could put them to sleep." Ryan offered as Fiona chugged another cup of coffee and twirled the bat.
"Not yet you two. It's too fucking early for that." Geoff groaned running a pale tattooed hand down his face.
"It's never too early for a bit of a scare." Ryan joked with a small smile. His purple eye glowed and moved separately of his other more human eye. It almost looked hungry as it turned towards the window. Michael growled as he shoved Ryan who laughed as he crashed lightly into Fiona.
"More like a murder!" Michael shouted. Fiona gurgled angrily as she reached over Ryan and shoved Michael. Geoff closed his eyes and sighed, not that anyone could tell with how much he squinted.
"Alright you three stop that. You'll wake the whole city." Geoff scolded them.
"Or just us." Jack said, padding in with Matt and Lindsay at his heels. Mat grumbled, his little wings fluttering as he rose into the air and shot off to the coffee maker. Fiona yelped, clutching her coffee and shielding it from Matt's dash. Lindsay yawned and shook yellow dust from her hair as it sprang to life and cackled with heat turning a soft orange.
"Sorry guys." Ryan apologized sheepishly, sipping from a cube of diet coke, as Lindsay flopped down across the four others on the couch. There was a resounding oof from the others as Jack shook their head black, green mossy scales shining in the sunrise.
"Jeremy, Alfredo and Gav still asleep?" Jack asked shuffling over to the open loveseat as Matt hovered with a cup of coffee nearby.
"Jeremy and Alfredo still, Gav just fell asleep." Geoff explained as Jack groaned.
"Again? Do we need to sleep on him again?" Jack asked as Fiona snorted.
"He'd love that." Fiona said wiggling her eyebrows and Lindsay snorted.
"We could make sure someone is in the position to make him feel loved." Lindsay joked. "I'm sure Michael wouldn't mind."
Michael went to reply but Geoff interrupted.
"Alright assholes leave it. I doubt blowing the guy would help much. It's the students across the street. They aren't sleeping." Geoff explained Jack nodded.
"Right. Bastard cant sleep if someone is awake nearby." Matt said, moving back to the kitchen and grabbing a bag of chips.
"Its 6 am and you're grabbing doritos?" Fiona asked.
"Fuck off at least I'm eating." Matt said around a mouthful of doritos.
"Its finals week right? They should sleep regularly soon I doubt we have to worry." Ryan pointed out, his purple eye swirling around. Fiona winced as it sped over her.
"Ryan for fucks sake I feel like you're eye is going to eat something." Fiona said shoving a pillow in Ryan's face. "Get an eye patch."
"Stop staring at it Fiona!" Ryan said, covering his eyes with his hands and flinging his cube of Diet coke across the room.
"Oh for fucks sake. Kids lay off it's too early." Jack scolded and Michael had enough and shoved Lindsay onto the floor. "Let's get some food."
By 8am breakfast was made and the smell lured Jeremy from his room and into the kitchen.
"Well look whose here. Morning sleeping beauty." Michael teased as he stepped in front of the shorter man. Jeremy stopped in front of Michael who held up a cup of coffee. Silently the half awake man opened his mouth, revealing rows of black sharp teeth. Michael silently poured the semi warm liquid down Jeremy's throat until the cup was empty.
As you do.
"Hey get over here and eat before it gets too cold." Ryan insisted beckoning Jeremy over. Jeremy sat down, his black skeletal hands hovering over the table but not touching. Ryan smirked the eye patch he was wearing was bright green with a little daisy on it that shone in the sunlight. "Open up and players line up to take a shot."
Jeremy opened his mouth and, as most mornings the others all lined up and started throwing food at Jeremy. It had become a tradition, rather than either waiting for Jeremy to wake up or letting him rot the food the moment he touched it, the others started tossing his breakfast at him to catch. It worked, and made for a great game every morning.
After several shots of bacon from Jack and one very messy egg from Lindsay, Geoff lined up some potatoes and sent the spuds flying towards Jeremy. Only for the spuds to splat on Jeremy's face.
"Fuck! It's in my eyes! Geoff the fuck?!" Jeremy shouted as the potatoes began to turn black and disintegrate. Geoff roared with laughter, his laughter pitching up into a high whistling wheeze and a little puff of smoke escaped from his mouth. Jeremy sneered as he scooped up Ryan's eggs, earning and indignant "Hey!" From Rayn, and hurled them at Geoff.
There was a satisfying splat as the eggs collided with Geoff's face. And from there breakfast devolved.
Alfredo entered the kitchen all his arms stretching and eight eyes blinking at the sunlight then blinking away bacon grease as a plate of bacon slapped him in the face. Alfredo sighed, swiping the bacon from his face and stuffing it into his mouth.
Welp. When in rome.
By 10am the food fight has ended, the kitchen cleaned up and the Crew has begun to move on to business. Those who could fly did, taking to the air of the penthouse to leave room closer to the floor for others.
Fiona was down in the private gym with Alfredo, the Drowned and Cave Spider sparred and talked crowd control for the up coming heist.
Ryan and Jeremy were in the armory with michael running inventory and cleaning weapons. The Enderman, Wither and Guardian chatting calmly about possible explosives and points of entry.
Lindsay, Geoff and Jack were in the command center, running through Plans and blueprints. The Blaze, Ghast and Creeper chose targets and contingency plans.
Gavin finally woke up by noon. The Phantom stretched his Membrane and yawned, joining the planning team by 1230. The day would continue from there, plans would be laid and prep work would be finished.but the morning would gave already slipped by in a nice haze of well earned laziness.
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Molly's Awakening: Persona AU
If there was one thing Molly appreciated about the Metaverse, it was the way that it took her mind off normal worries. She wasn’t focused on the night shift she’d have to pick up later, or her grades steadily dropping as more time was eaten up by work, or the unfinished return statements that the IRS kept hounding “Martin” about.
Instead, she was trying to keep out of the way as a giant spider leg crashed down into the floor where she’d been standing a moment before. The Shadow shrieked, making Molly’s ears ache, and lunged towards Giovanni, only to be knocked back by the Soul Slugger bat. “Take that, ya ugly bug!” he jeered, only to yelp as her pincer flung him into the opposite wall.
“Boss!” Molly and the other Blaster- Flamethrower, if the bright red hair is any indication- rushed to his side, but Boss was already back on his feet. “Boss, are you okay?”
Giovanni just gave a pained laugh. “Yep! Let’s see if we can return the favor!”
Flamethrower nodded, rushing forward. He gripped his baton and twirled it, rapidly growing it into a full quarterstaff. With a dodge and a well-time leap, he managed to sweep the Shadow off her legs, throwing her back, and the three Blasters rushed forward.
“Now, my faithful minions! Let’s end this once and for all!” On Boss’s cue, the three rushed into an All-Out Attack. Molly let her mind fade to red as she dealt blow after blow, strike after strike, until the shadow burst into sprays of phantom blood and disintegrated, dropping items and some money.
Molly quickly gathered up the items as Boss and Flamethrower healed up- since they wouldn’t let her fight, she was in charge of all the non-combat roles. She’d be offended, but… it was nice to be babied once in a while.
“Oi, Beartrap!” Boss’s voice cut through her reflection as he tossed a grin to her, bat slung over his shoulder. “C'mon- we still have to find this Shadow guy and steal his heart!”
“Coming!” The makeshift disguise Giovanni had made for her helped to keep her warm as they ventured deeper into Mementos, her breath fogging up into clouds of steam.
Flamethrower shivered, leaning into Giovanni. “Brr! Whoever this shadow is, they really should take a vacation somewhere warm when we’re done with them.”
Boss pulled a thickly-knit scarf from his satchel and wound it around Flamethrower’s neck. “Once we’re done here, I’m cooking you two and the rest of my boys a big pot of chicken noodle soup. Does that sound good?”
Molly nodded, taking a cautious step into the room. Her nostrils flared at the familiar scent of cinnamon sugar, and she glanced around for a moment, searching for the source.
There! Off in the shadows sat a giant man, hunched over something in his hands. She nudged Boss. “Look! We’ve got our target.”
Boss grinned. “Good job, Beartrap! I ought to give you a promotion.” He hefted his Soul Slugger bat. “HEY!”
The giant raised his head, and Molly’s heart plunged. The face, though bloated and distorted by the nature of the Metaverse, was undeniably that of her father.
“Dad?”
The word slipped out before she could think otherwise. The distorted version of her father tilted his head, getting to his feet. “Heya, kiddo! You playing with your friends?”
Boss threw his arm out in front of her protectively. “Don’t listen to him, Beartrap. His Shadow has no filter.”
So it’s like normal. Instead, Molly stepped forward. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugged, swinging his arms out. In each hand he held a doll- one shaped like Molly, the other like her sister. “Oh, I’m just having some fun! If I make the toys, I might as well have some fun playing with them.”
Molly felt bile on the back of her tongue. “Is that why you’re never around?” she growled, tears springing to her eyes. Flamethrower took her hand gently, giving it a squeeze, while Boss had a hand on her shoulder protectively.
“Well shoot, I need a break from parenting all the time.” Her father’s shadow gave a smile. “You and Lorelai can be so inconvenient sometimes.”
“… inconvenient?” The word pierced Molly’s heart like a knife. She felt her throat tighten. “Is that all I am to you?”
“Well, I mean, a man needs to have his own life. You know how it is!” He pointed to Boss.
Giovanni snarled, hefting his bat. “I’m about to smash your skull into next week for making Beartrap cry!” He stepped inbetween Molly and her father’s Shadow, edges of his silhouette burning with hot-red flames. “She’s a better boy than you’ll ever be!”
“Aw, come on!” Her father’s Shadow stepped forward, crossing his arms defensively. “It’s not my fault that they get in the way.”
Molly sobbed, curling into herself. She’d suspected- she’d thought for so long, worried and fretted, that maybe her father really didn’t care about her and Lorelai. But having that confirmed- something in Molly broke at that.
Why do you sit and let them walk all over you? a voice asked. Flamethrower and Boss were engaging her father in battle, but Molly could only hear the soft rasp of a girl’s voice, not much older than her. You allow yourself less than you deserve. You claim compromise and yet you are pushed to the wayside. And all the while, you are taken advantage of by those closest to you.
They were the same things Giovanni had told her the first night they’d met, when she first joined his group of thieves. That she needed to stand up for herself- that she mattered. That was part of why he’d called her Beartrap- so that no one could walk over her anymore.
Let us forge a contract, little one.
“Yes,” she muttered, getting back to her feet. The feeling of a mask- a real mask, instead of the domino one lent to her by Giovanni, soft and fuzzy.
I am Thou. Thou art I!
With a furious scream, Molly ripped the mask from her face. Hot blood ran down her cheeks as a warrior emerged from her face, covered head-to-toe in golden armor with jagged bear claws. The bear-woman roared, drawing the attention of the other two thieves and the Shadow they were fighting.
“Take charge of your destiny!” the persona snarled, ready to rip and rend and tear.
Molly and the persona spoke in tandem. “We will NOT sacrifice our desires for the gain of others!”
Molly and her persona raced forward. The massive woman raked her clawed fingers down her father’s arm, ripping a good chunk of flesh from his shoulder. Molly’s throat was raw from screaming, but she’d never felt more alive. “Pummel him, Goldilocks!”
The woman let out a battle cry as she beat the Shadow into the floor, her father unable to even return a single blow or defend himself from the ferocity of the attack. She only stopped once her father’s Shadow stopped moving, instead whimpering in a bloody mess on the floor. The persona retreated to Molly, taking her hand gently. “Never forget our wrath, little bear.” With those parting words, her Persona reformed as the fuzzy mask on her face.
“Wow,” said a slightly-fearful voice behind her. Molly turned to a stunned Boss and a cowering Flamethrower. “Remind me never to make you mad.”
Molly sighed, holding up her hands. “I don’t know what came over me, I just-” She trailed off. Her hands trembled wildly, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care, still high on the thrill of adrenaline and the rush of battle.
Boss chuckled, ruffling her hair gently. “Damn, Beartrap. Good to see you fight back.” He stepped forward towards the shaken form of Molly’s father’s Shadow. “So, old man. Let’s have a chat.”
The shadow breathed heavily, looking at Molly with- was that sadness? “Molly-” He reached a large hand out cautiously, stopping as Molly flinched away. “God, what have I done?”
“Ya fucked up is what you did.” Flamethrower handed a healing item to Molly.
Her father gave a choked sob. “You can say that again.” He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself. “After your mom died, it all just seemed to weigh on me. Kept trying to drown out the pain, to run away from it all- and all I did what hurt you and Lorelai even more.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a worn photo. “Here- my treasure. If anyone deserves it, it’s you.”
Molly took the photo gently. It was an old one, from when Molly was barely two, her family happy and united. “Dad…”
“I don’t know if I can ever make up for… this.” Her father chuckled sadly as the walls began to shake. “But if there’s even a chance of it- I’ll try. I’ll do what it takes. I promise.”
“Beartrap, we gotta go!” Boss took her hand, but Molly shrugged out to hug her father’s shadow one last time. Then, she turned and ran as the ceiling began to break apart and collapse.
Flamethrower was the last out, seconds before the entrance to that part of the Metaverse crumbled into dust. The group heaved, trying to catch their breath. Boss was the first to speak. “Well. I owe Kid Doctor five dollars.”
Flamethrower gave an out-of-breath laugh. “Really? Nothing about that awesome persona? What’d you call that again, Beartrap?”
“Goldilocks. Like, from the fairy tale?” Molly looked at her outfit- it resembled her everyday outfit mostly, with some elements of the Banzai Blasters thrown in. Her boots were the most defining feature- her feet were shaped like bear paws.
Boss scooped her up in his arms, carrying her like a kitten. “C'mon, Beartrap. You awakened your persona! This calls for ice cream!”
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Look On No More
Phantom pain courses through Indrid’s skull as he puts his pencil on the torn-out notebook page. The first stroke brings back the memories of fire, blood, and the last time he was able to see the present.
Part 2 of Blinded by Your Light (Blind!AU Indruck)
Original Headcannon and Part 1 is available on my blog or at Katrandom on AO3
Somebody on AO3 requested the story of how my version of Indrid lost his sight. So here you go ;)
Takes place Pre-Canon.
TW: Semi-graphic violence and descriptions of blood and wounds.
Sylvain was thriving.
Indrid perched in one of the windows overlooking the garden, the sketch book in his lap slowly filling with images of the land and her citizens. A guard and messenger stood by as the Seer drew and waited for any pertinent futures that needed reported back to the court.
Futures passed by in his mind even as he put the finishing strokes of charcoal on the feathers of a swooping falcon. Mundane things such as a future in which he loses his pencil in the grass is quickly taken over by a future in which he catches it before it can roll off the ledge next to him. More pressing futures that’s he’s been tracking such as the impending storm next week are kept tightly held at the forefront.
Indrid silently cursed himself for not bringing a coloring medium for today’s work, the bushes had bloomed a day earlier than he’d last seen and he was tempted to just snag a bloom to press into the pages of his book. The likelihood of Janelle trying to strangle him for touching her flowers was rising the more the thought about is.
He sighed and placed the pencil back into its pouch. The time he had to enjoy the outdoors was sparse and ended far sooner than he wanted but his position in the Court demanded the majority of his time. The only way he’d managed to even get the time he had was an excuse to practice his drawings.
“Well,” Indrid said as he stretched his wings and reluctantly dropped from his window perch, “I suppose it’s time to-”
–
Screaming echoed up from the village as Indrid spoke and turned. His guard was gone and the remains of his messenger were smeared across the garden wall. Fire sprouted from the windows of stables, people and horses screaming in terror from where they were within. The sky was red.
Indrid’s eyes widened, a ball of fire flew at him and panic filled Indrid before he remembered his wings. The ball set the grass where he’d stood ablaze as he took off into the sky and surveyed in the chaos below. The savage humans from the Outlands had finally broken through and were destroying everything in their way.
Activity was heavy in the main square of town, the screams grew more frantic as Indrid flew closer. Carefully, Indrid landed on the corner of the market building and watched helplessly as they set fire to his home. Ghosts wailed from the attics as Vampyres, Humanoids, and Sylphs of varied sizes were dragged from their homes and slaughtered in the streets.
A few humans took notice of his arrival and tried to alert the others before Indrid tossed off a round of magic bolts, turning the attackers to white ash on contact. Indrids wings shook from the shear violence of it all before something pricked up his back and The World Screamed.
Indrid launched off the building without thinking and sped towards the crystal; towards the Heart of Sylvain.
His mind blanked as deep rooted animal instinct took over, white hot bolts flew from his hands and he let out a blood-curdling shriek. His blood chanted for him to protect the Heart at all cost. The attacking humans tried to flee but either turned to ash or were eviscerated by Indrid’s claws.
Crude spears and swords pierced and tore through his wings and back with little effect until something hard collided with Indrid’s head and sent him sprawling against the crystal. His attacker loomed over him, war hammer in hand, before turning to the crystal and lining up for the final blow.
“N-no,” he tried to say only to find his mouth filled with blood. Indrid glanced down to see a spear protruding through his abdomen.
Sylvain screamed once more before her heart shattered against what was left of Indrid’s back and sending a blinding light across the planet.
–
Indrid dropped to his knees and shrieked in pain, barely registering that fact that the guard was calling for help. His breath was labored and his chest ached. He could feel something dripping down his face.
Footsteps approached.
“Indrid, can you hear me? Indrid, what did you- wait…”
Fingers brushed against his face.
Janelle
Images of her body broken against the marble floors of the castle shot into Indrid’s mind. The world grayed underneath the orange puddle of blood that surrounded her.
“She’s dead,” Indrid wheezed.
“Who’s dead? Indrid, what did you see?”
The Seer looked up at the blurring face of the Minister of the Arcane.
“Sylvain will die.”
And the world went black.
#indrid cold#taz indrid cold#blind!AU#taz janelle#taz amnesty#fanfiction#taz sylvain#my writing#poor baby#Indruck
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OC/muse profile
A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.
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NAME: Dasahngaris 'Das' Davarris (formerly Dasyel Davarris and, for a time, Das Lavellan)
NICKNAME: Fennas calls him Luckycharm (or Lucky – this short version of the nickname is used by other Lavellans as well), Varric calls him Luckystrike (or Lucky); later on, some fellow Wardens call him Ghoul or Shriek (he's just...eerily comfy with the Call and way too willing to tap into it to gain the edge in a fight); and even later on, he gets called Cirro by the Isanans (Cirra was his mother's maiden name).
AGE: 31 at the Conclave.
SPECIES: Elf
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual, but mostly (not exclusively) gay-romantic.
INTERESTS, HOBBIES, PASTIMES: Drawing, carving, basket weaving, crafts in general (he just needs to keep his hands busy, so if he isn't sketching or carving, he may be making corn husk dolls and corn dollies or repairing clothes or...something), books, history, geography, mineralogy, astrology/astronomy, demonology..., fighting/practicing with his blades, running, bird watching, star/cloud gazing, sex...
PROFESSION: Scout, messenger and negotiator, then the Inquisitor, Grey Warden after that.
BODY TYPE: Medium-height, well-toned but quite lean. (Think...Mark Dacascos...)
EYES: A warm shade of amber. A pale, greyish yellow after the Joining.
HAIR: Dark, rich auburn, thick and coarse, reaching just under his shoulder blades, some of it loose, some of it braided, a dreadlock here or there – he likes to mess around with it when the mood befalls him, but he generally doesn't give a fuck beyond keeping it clean, so he usually wears whetever is on his head tied up in a messy topknot.
Split ends.
Some months after the Trespasser he decides it's too much bother, so he asks Thom Rainier to cut his hair short.
He grows it out again once he settles in Rivain.
SKIN: Dark olive, freckled. Scars all over his body because he's a reckless fighter. His complexion is pretty bad. Oily, prone to breakouts – and the pores make a bit of a spectacle out of themselves. Hardly any surprise given that he: never gets enough sleep; has pretty bad eating habits; LOVES spicy food and sweets; LOVES coffee and black tea; likes some booze every now and then; doesn't drink enough water.
HEIGHT: 175cm/ 5’9” or so?
COMPANIONS: Besides canon ones...
Pre-DAI – Ranna Lavellan (best buddy, token mage friend), Fennas Lavellan (best buddy/lover); post-DAI – Yevren (Grey Warden; an apprentice to Avernus), Sheva Isanan (half-brother, blood mage, a bit of a walking disaster); there are likely to be more as the story develops, tbh
ANTAGONISTS: The canon ones;
also his stepfather; his first boyfriend; post-Trespasser - one of Solas's close associates (still haven't decided whether that would be Abelas or not); a group of former Templars that cross paths with him and Sheva later on.
COLOURS: Creamy whites, browns, russets and reds, gold, bronze and copper.
SMELLS: Rain, earth, smoke, leather, spice, wood.
FRUITS: Berries (especially blackberries, blackcurrant and redcurrant), pears, cherries.
DRINKS: Black tea (very often with added spices and honey or sugar), coffee (black and bitter, but often with some spice – cinnamon and clove is his fave thing, until he gets to Rivain and tastes cardamom coffee for the first time), roast corn tea, water with fruit squash.
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Fruit wines, red wines, dark ale, mead, brandy.
SMOKES?: Occasionally, yes - won’t say no to a hookah session. But he doesn’t even own a pipe. Not until after Inquisition.
DRUGS?: Rarely. Until after the Trespasser events. Smoking a mix of elfroot and some other herbs helps with his phantom pains - so he always has a pipe and a pouch of dried leaf ready.
DRIVER’S LICENSE: He prefers to just walk or run everywhere. In a modern AU he'd be that bloke who has got a license but never drives – and probably shouldn't try to. If anything, he'd ride a bike (and I imagine he'd be pretty good at that) or a kick scooter (in urban areas).
TAGGED BY: @keeperscompanionsdai (Thank you!)
TAGGING: @dickeybbqpit, @enchantment1385, @nerdierholler, @marquis1305, @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul, @hawke-said-sarcastically, @tabrishawkelavellan, @seboostianillustrations, @hoehoehoelt, @lindsmorr, @medeadea, @edudesage, @sunshinemage, @makersbreathlavellan, @buttsonthebeach, @tessa1972
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DEREK/STILES
——— (part 8) ——–
Fandom: TeenWolf
Even a longer list of fanfics :)….
top favourites, more top favourites, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8
Whatever He Wants, Part Two
Author: GentlyWithAChainsaw, orphan_account
Summary: Stiles just adores being Derek's new omega.
Hey There Little Red...
Author: 1lostone
Summary: Stiles knew that agreeing to meet Lydia in the middle of the damn woods, in the middle of the damn night wasn't one of his best ideas. Really. He did.
Betting Body Part Series
Author: Therefore_dubious (orphan_account)
Part 1: A Bet's a Bet
Summary: Stiles loses a bet against Derek, which means he has to do everything Derek wants for 24 hours.
Part 2: A Bet’s a Bet’s a Bet
Summary: This time around Derek loses the bet.
A Ship Without a Mate
Author: sarcasmandirony
Summary: Stiles persuades Scott into checking out the old ship anchored by the docks, of which Derek is captain.
Settle Down
Author: wearing_tearing, whatthehale
Summary: Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking. Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.
Hello, Heartbreaker
Author: astoryaboutwar
Summary: It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident.
Just Act Normal
Author: zosofi
Summary: If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
From the Wreckage
Author: SuperfluousEmi, Winchesterek
Summary: The only thing Stiles wanted was a little freedom. He wanted to be able to walk where he wanted in the forest, wanted to be able to do what he wanted when he wanted and most of all he wanted to be an adult, especially because he was one. The last thing he wanted was to feel trapped by the Argent's rules about curfew. He understood that there were werewolves and getting too close to the were-border was dangerous, but hell if he was going to let that stop him from having a little fun.Needless to say, fun was overrated and all Stiles wanted was to go home to his friends and father now.
Ain’t Nothing So Good As The Cake And Eating It
Author: sofonisba_found
Summary: Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.
Patterns of Intention
Author: drunktuesdays
Summary: Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”
Its Gotta Be A Teenage Love Story
Author: Niallerandhazzagirl89
Summary: Derek Hale is new to school, on his first day Stiles shows him around on his first day of school, they develop a fast friendship but as time goes on stiles finds him falling for his new best friend. Will the feelings be mutual?
Golden Boy
Author: trilliath
Summary: Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.It's enough that Derek hesitates.
Owned
Author: KattsEyeDemon, seekeronthepath
Summary: Derek raised his eyebrows as the man stumbled into the tent. Definitely not broken. “Kneel,” he ordered.
Lap Magnet
Author: Prairie_Grass
Summary: Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.orFive times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...
TOSKA
Author: DarkInsanity (Stereklenidus)
Summary: “Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness.This is what Stiles feels when he wakes up with Amnesia in a resistant camp. There are no zombies like we read in books or watch in movies. But A brute who calls himself the True Alpha and his followers have taken over Beacon Hills Dome usurping the mighty Demon Wolf.
Heathens
Author: haleinskibro
Summary: He began to drift off, eyes drooping down farther and staying closed for longer each time. He was almost asleep when he started to hear a noise, a voice saying something to faint for him to decipher. But, slowly, the voice got louder, more defined, words coming through clearer to his ears.“Wake up. It is time. Wake up.”He turned, his body trying to move up and forward toward the voice while his eyes stayed closed..“Wake up. You are safe, it is time. Wake up.”He turned again. The wolf beside him began to whine, butting its head into his hip. His eyes were moving quickly under his lids. He was straining to get up, to see something and move. He can’t.He’s on the verge of giving up despite the urgent yelling of the voice and the wet nose pressing into his hip when he hears a different voice, stronger and more powerful than the one before.“Szczęsny. Wake up.” And he did.
The Music (Howls) of the Night
Author: tumtatumtum
Summary: The Phantom of the Opera AU where Omega!Stiles plays Christine to Alpha!Derek's Phantom. Except in this version, people hit high notes for completely different reasons.
Into Something New
Author: marguerite_26
Summary: Something is happening to Stiles. He’s losing time. Something is messing with his head, with his body. Maybe if he felt better he’d think to be worried.
Worth Your Weight in Gold
Author: mourninghope (orphan_account)
Summary: Sheriff Stilinski gives his omega son Stiles to wolf Derek Hale in exchange for a sizeable dowry just after the teen's first heat.
Dangerous Liasons
Author: eeyore9990
Summary: “Stiles is in heat! Did you hear me?” Scott practically screamed, but it was too late. Somewhere in the panicked rush of Scott’s warning, Stiles had gotten to the door, yanking it open and then just standing there, letting the doorway frame him to maximum effect.
Stupid Derek Series
Author: the_diggler
Part 1: Stupid Derek
Summary: Stiles should’ve known better. Stupid werewolves with their stupid werewolf hearing. He should’ve known better than to moan Derek’s name, no matter how quietly. But stupid Derek, with his stupid face, and beard, and abs… And okay, Stiles should’ve known better than to leave his bedroom window open while getting off. Because yeah, stupid Derek with his stupid lurking ways...
Part 2: Stupid Scott
Summary: “Did he what now?” Stiles stops in his tracks. “Is that even a thing werewolves do?” “Well… sometimes?” Scott fidgets, unable to meet his eyes.“Sometimes,” Stiles echoes.“When there are… feelings… involved?” “Feelings,” Stiles echoes again, his gut sinking. “Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?” he tries not to shriek.“It’s kind of private,” Scott shrugs. “And besides, I’m telling you now!” he adds as an afterthought. Stiles rolls his eyes and huffs, stalking off to class. Stupid Scott.
The Demands of Duty
Author: Reiya_Wakayama
Summary: With the threat of war hanging over them, Stiles and his people are caught in the middle and must chose a side before they get smashed between both and with the threat of winter and a bad harvest weighing them down, he must chose quickly.
Under a Pitch Black Sky
Author: vampireisthenewblack
Summary: Stiles is standing naked in the middle of the woods on a new moon because the pack needs to forge a union between werewolf and human.
Here Be Dragons
Author: Coragyps
Summary: Once a generation, the beast in the forest demands the sacrifice of a virgin … but not to eat.Stiles just woke up chained to a rock.
The Kings's Pet Series
Author: TheGirlWithNoIQ
Part 1: The King’s Pet
Summary: It was all over the news; Derek Hale will be the new king, and will soon pick a Pet. When Stiles Stilinski hears the announcement he can only believe that the young Hale will leave him alone, and that soon the horrible encounter years earlier won't keep him up at night anymore.Oh, how wrong he took...
Part 2: The Pet’s King
Summary: Derek's POV of the happenings of 'The King's Pet'.
Blood Moon Run
Author: soowrites
Summary: Stiles wasn't really sure why everyone insisted that he participate in the Blood Moon Run.Or the one where Stiles doesn't want to run but has to, and it ends up being a very good thing.
Fire Beneath My Skin
Author: happyevraftr
Summary: Omegaverse of sorts. Stiles is a rare find- one of the few Omega males left in the world. It’s never been a problem before, but now there’s werewolves around and he’s about to go into Heat. Chaos ensues when Derek shows up at his window unexpected.
Fighting and Fucking On The Full Moon
Author: myriadofnothing
Summary: Derek finds something interesting on the annual hunt for fresh mates.
Summer Contest
Author: kits_lightning
Summary: The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.
Silver Bullet
Author: nothing_left_sacred
Summary: Stiles hadn’t meant for it to become a thing. He’d just been interested in helping out his fellow man. He certainly hadn't meant for anyone to find out about it.Or the one where Stiles makes amateur porn, and of course, a certain alpha finds out about it.
more fics: part 9
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Shooting The Star, Chapter 2: Do It For Her
Rating: T+
Characters: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Bill Cipher
Summary: Stan and Ford watch Bill give chase to Dipper and Mabel. They watch each other swap clothes. They watch Dipper struggle in Bill's grip. They watch Mabel's life drain from her eyes. They want to make a deal. With every deal, however, comes an insurmountable cost.
Note: So this chapter comes one year and two months after the first chapter was posted. Good god, I am sincerely sorry this took so long. I honestly don’t expect many people to read this, but I put a lot of time into it, so I hope whoever reads appreciates it. This will be the last chapter of this AU. Thank you for reading.
AO3 | Chapter 1
Stanley Pines was a broken man.
Haven't you always been broken? a voice whispered in his head as he'd watched his great-niece fall dead silent, in time to the sound of his knees hitting the floor. Time had seemed to slow down, all senses on mute. It didn't feel real; nothing jarring had ever felt real to him. Despite the slowness of reality around him, three words were moving through his head at the speed of light.
Mabel is gone.
Never had he expected to see Mabel Pines, the jubilant, sweet ray of sunshine that she was, meet her death before his own. If anyone deserved to die today, it was him. The plan was for him to ultimately die today, wasn't it?
He felt his hands twitching uncontrollably before anything else. He looked downwards to find the six-fingered gloves, the ones with the awkward fit, trembling at a dangerous intensity. What a shock. Everything he felt was just shock.
Stanley Pines pulled off his brother's gloves to take a look at his hands in the flesh. There was an imprint of the bandage from a few weeks ago, and on the back of his right hand, the cut he remembered getting when the portal had shone blue, a sign that after thirty entire years his efforts had not been for naught after all.
In that moment, standing in front of the portal, he felt like a fixed man. All the lies he'd spun, all the smiles he had to fake, all the failures he'd taken like a punch to the face had all culminated into that moment of euphoria.
When he saw his brother step out of the portal, he no longer felt like a failure. He felt complete.
When he felt the bitter sting of his brother's fist against his face, his brother's harsh words against his ears, he fell apart.
What good was having him back if they were suddenly at each other's throats? Bringing up bad blood after decades-old conflicts?
Stan was broken, all over again.
He drew his hand away from the cut in his skin, remembering himself. The twitching in his wrists had died down to a faint buzz.
Stan turned to his brother, who was now on his knees beside him. They were soundless, but they shared the same broken look.
They were fractured together.
Stanford Pines didn't realize tears were falling from his face until he saw the droplets hitting the ground.
How long had he known Mabel? A month? Less? Yet she was the sun at the center of his universe, providing light when he'd trapped himself in his own dark world.
The sun had just met her death, yet it took barely a second for Stanford to feel a suffocating sensation.
Suffocating. The word was so, so bitter to him. He remembered the very words that had passed his lips not a week ago.
"And isn't it suffocating? Having to be by her side all the time?"
He'd called Mabel's company suffocating. He almost wanted to laugh at his ignorance. Mabel was never suffocating.
The sensation now was wrapped around his throat like a phantom fist, trying to cut off his air intake. It was cruel, the way karma stung.
Maybe if he put his hands over his eyes, none of it would be real. He could float in his own dark, pitch black universe, and pretend nothing was happening. Everything would be at a blissful constant.
All he'd done behind the portal was fighting off monsters that were out for his blood. All he'd ever done was fight. Now here he was, trying to hide inside himself and escape his biggest fear of all.
Ford buried his face in his hands. He could feel the fez, the borrowed one that didn't belong to him, slip off his head and hit the ground with a soft thud.
As much as Stanford tried to distance himself from reality, a cold voice snapped him directly back into it.
"WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?! COULD IT BE THAT YOU OLD PINES TWINS TRIED TO DO A SWITCHAROUND ON ME?!"
Stanford's heart dropped into his stomach. The fez was on the floor next to him, abandoned and almost forgotten.
Oh no.
Bill let out an earsplitting, demonic laugh. "You two really thought you could outsmart me! Priceless!"
Ford's mouth twitched. The demon's arrogance, his insensitivity, filled him with fizzling rage.
"Come on, lighten up, you three!" Bill shrieked, addressing all three living Pines. "Death is inevitable, at my hand, at least! Surely you should have seen this coming!"
"She didn't deserve to die!"
The words left Dipper's mouth before he could think twice. He was near blind with fury.
"Well, here's a lesson for you, kid." Bill approached Dipper very suddenly, towering hundreds of feet above him. With his one eye, he cast a glaring beam of light onto the boy and his sister's cold corpse lying beside him, the glow akin to a stage spotlight. "In this world, no one gets what they want. No one. How long's it gonna take you to figure that out, Pine Tree?
"What? What do you have to say to me?" Bill challenged, upon noticing the wild animal-like look in Dipper's eyes. "Go ahead, kid! Let it out!"
Dipper swiftly aimed a punch at the demon, but Bill slid out of the way with ease.
"You'll have to try a lot harder than that!" Bill shrieked, clearly amused. Dipper growled and tried with all his might to punch or kick the Bill, over and over, but the demon was quick to dodge every time. This only outraged Dipper even further.
"WEAK! YOU WEAK, SPINELESS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A DREAM DEMON! FIGHT ME LIKE THE MONSTER YOU SAY YOU ARE!"
Dipper expected an immediate dismissal of his words. It was of Bill's nature, of course, to do so.
But no, it seemed this wasn't the case. Bill was silent for mere milliseconds before turning completely bloodred.
"WEAK?"
Bill's huge hand plucked Dipper off the ground. Without warning, his cold touch was relentlessly digging into the skin of the boy's neck. He gasped for air, limbs flailing, and eyes darting like mad.
"YOU DARE CALL ME WEAK? I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU ALONG WITH YOUR WEAK-WILLED SISTER!"
Dipper desperately struggled for air, but the demon was absolutely murderous. He was determined to make the boy's death as slow and agonizing as possi--
"WAIT! STOP! BILL, STOP!"
Bill froze. Stanley and Stanford Pines were each waving their arms like mad, in hopes of catching Bill's eye.
"We... we'd like to make a deal with you."
Now this attracted Bill like a moth in the path of a light. A smug smile spread across the creature's lips, and Dipper was released from the death grip that was Bill's massive fingers. He gasped and inhaled uncontrollably, falling to his knees as he refilled his lungs with air.
"A deal, you say?" Bill chuckled evilly. "Tell me more."
Bill shrunk significantly so that he was only the size of the cage imprisoning the elder Pines twins. He casually crossed his arms and gestured for one of the men to speak.
Each Pines shot each other a momentary glance before Ford spoke up. "There is... something I'd like to give you. But if and only if you comply with the terms of the deal I will propose to you."
"Go on," the demon urged.
Ford took in a shaky breath. "I am willing to give you the formula that will collapse the weirdness barrier surrounding Gravity Falls."
Bill's eye lit up suddenly and intensely. The matter of the barrier, caging him and his powers within the boundaries of the small town, had nearly slipped his mind.
"Ohoho, so you've had a change of thought, have you?" Bill chortled.
"Yes," Ford said, shame clear on his face. "You simply have to uphold your end of the deal."
"That being?" Bill seemed amused.
"Bring Mabel back to life."
Bill raised his single eyebrow.
Then... he laughed.
"Bring Mabel back to life," he repeated, between chuckles. "You're willing to give up the entire universe... just for your Shooting Star."
"She means the universe to me." Ford's voice was choked.
It should never have been this way, Stan thought. It should have been Bill that died, not Mabel. She never deserved this.
Stan and Ford shared a look, communicating a thousand words by not saying anything at all.
How selfish I am, Ford thought. How horribly, awfully selfish I am.
"If you really are serious," Bill said, shrinking down to his normal size, "then we have a deal. The formula to the rest of the world in exchange for her life."
Bill snapped his fingers, and his hand became engulfed in rich blue flames.
Ford extended his hand toward the demon. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life."
Their hands were just about to connect when Ford hesitated and pulled back. "Hold on right there," he said. "By bringing her back, you promise that you will never hurt her again. You also promise that you will never hurt me or my family again. Do you understand, Cipher?"
"Yeesh, I get it, I get it." Bill laughed. "I don't need you all anymore. I've finally gotten what I've wanted all these years."
Before Ford could hesitate again, Bill reached forward and harshly grasped his hand. Ford's grasp was tight as the fire spread to his fingers.
With one shake, the agreement was sealed.
Bill's body appeared to turn to stone. A holographic, almost clear version of himself rose from the triangular statue.
"I'll see you on the other side, Stanford Pines." He smiled demonically.
"Take only the formula and nothing else," Ford said, but Bill Cipher had already dove into his mind. Ford dropped to his knees, and then there was nothing.
The barrier was breaking.
From the atmosphere, there came a massive, ear-splitting, creaking-groaning sound as if the world itself was falling apart. Outside the Fearamid, the sphere of weirdness was dismantling, dissolving into the air. Black clouds thick as cinderblocks covered the sky, infecting the surrounding cities whose skies were once healthily blue. Bill's minions could be seen rising from the ground and flying in all directions, eager to spread their madness to the rest of the world. Electric lightning shocked the atmosphere; thunder roared; otherworldly demons screamed. Hell was coming to life on Earth, and Bill was at the center of it all.
Bill Cipher was now known as the supreme overlord of Dimension 46-apostrophe-backslash. He was ruler of everything within the galaxy; everything succumbed to his needs; everything he'd ever wanted was now within his grasp.
The demon had reinvented his appearance; he'd replaced his yellow hue with the color of electricity, and his eye was now deep red rather than white. His bow tie had changed into a real tie the color of blood. He'd increased in size; his voice decreased in pitch. His words boomed louder than the thunder crashing outside.
"How does it feel to finally have your dimension liberated?"
As Bill laughed, the Pines shared the exact same look of horror. The universe was falling apart all because of them. No longer did they live in a free world. They would have to be fighting for their lives every single day in this apocalyptic galaxy. Chaos would run rampant, crime would ravage entire countries, stars would explode, solar systems would crack open.
And yet... wasn't there a silver lining?
"You know the rules, Cipher," Ford said thickly. "I give you the formula, you give me Mabel."
"Of course, Six Fingers. I know how this works."
And for the first time, Bill Cipher upheld his end of the bargain. No tricks, no loopholes, no games. He snapped his fingers, and Mabel's lifeless corpse suddenly levitated in the air. Dipper backpedaled away, trembling.
"Just this one time, Stanford Filbrick Pines. Just this one - last - time."
Another snap, and suddenly, a pink, glowing aura surrounded Mabel. Dipper's eyes bulged as Mabel's body appeared to absorb the light. A single tremor traveled through her body, and then - without warning - she jerked upright, her chest filling with air, her eyes shining bright as day. She floated back down to the ground, landing on two feet. Flexing her hands, inspecting every part of herself, she was incredulous.
Mabel Pines was alive.
"MABEL!" Dipper cried out. The tears came quickly as he threw his arms around his sister, and at once, he was complete again. Never mind the world falling apart outside; his twin sister, his other half, was alive.
"Oh my god, Dipper," Mabel squeaked out, already sobbing. She held Dipper closely, tears streaming down her face. "I-I died. I died! How- what happened-"
"Mabel, Ford made a deal with Bill." His voice cracked so frequently, Mabel could just barely understand him.
"He-- he what?"
"He agreed that he'd give Bill the formula to dismantle the barrier so you could come back to life," Dipper choked out. "He gave up the world just for you."
Mabel turned to Stan and Ford, but with the cage around them gone, they were already sprinting toward the twins. In one fell swoop, they'd gathered Mabel and Dipper in a tight, bone-crushing embrace.
"Mabel sweetie," Stan said, his voice hoarse. "I can't believe you're back."
"I can't believe it either," she sobbed. "Grunkle Ford, you really- you really-"
"Yes, sweetheart, I sacrificed everything for you," Ford said, his voice now thick with oncoming tears.
"But- you shouldn't have," she sniffled. "My life isn't worth the universe..."
"To us, it is," Ford said firmly.
"The world's falling apart," Mabel whispered.
"We'll get through it together," Dipper reassured her, and Mabel said no more.
The Pines family stayed huddled in their embrace as long as they could. Storms and destruction were breaking their world apart, and they all knew that sooner rather than later, they'd have to start running. Life would be one battle after the next after the next, but with each other... it was all worth it.
With their universe falling to pieces, Dipper and Mabel Pines held each other close.
#gravity falls#gravitijatuh#lxilani#shooting the star#shooting the star au#fanfic#dipper pines#mabel pines#stan pines#ford pines#bill cipher#feels warning
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goth fundy and soft boy 5up will be the death off me. highschool au. 5ups in photography club and Fundy is the football teams waterboy (in school he just wears the school uniform. but on rare occasions he gets to go full out. that's when they meet. 5up is looking for something to photograph and he finds Fundy!)
#fundy#fundylive#phantom shrieks: au version#phantom shrieks#5up#5undy#i know 5undy is dead let me be delusional in PEACE.
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yogurts nicknames in me and my friends aus flip flops between the more cute and adorable kit and. bug eyed freak. because his eyes are so fucking big. and he wears goth makeup to make them seem even bigger. Micheal calls him it affectionately .
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fk!Fundy go crazy.. he's got 7 kids and all of them are biters. Williams a hater, Valentine is an instigator, yogurt just straight up traps people in holes, granola haunts them, Charlie looks them in the face and then tries to scam them and elysium. straight up just makes them have horrific nightmares. maize sets them on fire. he has caused many, many house fires. fundy is so tired of them.
order of being born
yogurt
maize
valentine
granola
william
Charlie
elysium
#fundy#fk au#fundys kids au#william is sams#yogurt is dreams#valentine is hbombs#granola is bads#elysium is XDs#charlie is quackitys#maize is sapnaps#ill probably draw them sooner or later#fk is so similar to tmk but so not similar. tmk my beloved.#phantom shrieks: au version#c! Fundy#c!fundy#someone tell me this is not tmk and i cant be adding in berry. i love her so much..
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fuck the dsmp back to my self indulgent cfundy & csbi with the rest of lmanberg, las nevadas fix it au where they're all happy and canon relationships don't fucking exist because by Jove I hate c!Fundy and c!Phil's canon relationship. god bless.
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I'll post baby granola here so very soon.. as soon as I draw him. I prommy she's the best. winged beast number one.
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granola after smoking with Benny and going into a existential coma about her and The egg only to be woken up by Wilson slapping her in the face because she was speaking Latin. the egg speaks Latin (canon. )
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me making granola happy and soft while in her canon she's sad and basically alone.. both her canons actually. glow granola goes back to the egg time and time again because it's all she knows and tmk granola is just. constantly sad and filled with self loathing hatred. he's filled with regular hatred but not nearly as much.
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