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KINDRED SPIRITS - PART 14

summary: daryl returns from the mission to storm the sanctuary and you resolve your intense argument from before. what happens when this conversation leads to a certain confession from the archer regarding his feelings. a surprise attack from negan, the mourning of a member of your group and diversions; will you make it out of alexandria in the midst of the attack?

daryl dixon x reader

A/N: this chapter is ANGST, ANGST, ANGST. with also, plenty of fluff in between between you and daryl <33

link to previous part (part 13)

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Daryl walked towards Michonne, watching as she gently kissed Judith on the forehead where she sat on the grass playing with her toys. Michonne and Rosita had went along with Daryl and Tara to storm the Sanctuary and cause the walkers to flood in, which would force the Saviors to surrender. Eventually, after disagreements, Rosita and Michonne headed back to Alexandria, refusing to help them with their plan. Daryl eyed Michonne nervously, unsure of what the tension would be like now that he was back from completing the mission, he and Tara ramming the garbage truck through The Sanctuary walls, watching as the walkers rushed the building, sending Negan and the Saviors into a flurry as they attempted to defend the compound with the lack of soldiers they had compared to the size of the horde,

Daryl's stomach twisted in a knot at the thought of going to see you after being complicit in drugging you when you attempted to kill Dwight. He wanted Dwight dead just as much as you did; just not now, the group needed his intel, as slimy as the man was. Daryl couldn't get your shocked expression and your tears streaming down your face out of his head. The sooner he settled things with Michonne, the sooner he could go see you. He knew he had to go see you, he had to apologize, he had to make it right. Upon his arrival, seeing Daryl out the corner of her eye, Michonne stood from where she crouched next to Judith, rubbing her hand on her hair once more before strolling towards him awkwardly. "Hey," Daryl muttered, as Michonne smiled at him lightly. "Hi. I'm glad you came back," she said gratefully, as Daryl nodded back at her, "it's better we go out there together,"

"It worked," Daryl said with a small smile, "we'll storm in. Tell 'em to surrender. And they will." Michonne tried to smile back, but still looked a bit upset. "I'm sorry, I couldn't," she apologized lightly, for abandoning him and Tara on the mission. Daryl shook his head gently. "Don't be, it worked," Daryl assured, placing a hand on her shoulder before moving to walk away. "Daryl," Michonne whispered, grabbing his arm softly before he could walk away. Daryl tensed at her tone, turning his head slightly. "I heard about what happened with Y/N. That she tried to kill Dwight. You should go talk to her," Michonne advised. "Yeah I uh. I'm goin' right now," Daryl mumbled under his breath as Michonne nodded. "I don't like to see you both fighting," she confessed, often joining in with Rick to tease you both for looking at each other with googly eyes all the time. "We ain't fightin'. I tried to kill Dwight the first time I saw him. I don't blame her for that. I only blame myself for not tellin' her," Daryl confessed as he looked down, slightly embarassed,

Michonne squeezed his arm slightly. "She'll understand," she whispered compassionately, easing worries that he hadn't even said out loud yet. He tried to send a small smile as he walked away. He wondered if you'd forgive him; for being so secretive, for not telling you about Dwight being the secret informant, for putting you in the cell until he got back. Before he had even realized, Daryl stood in front of the door that led into the cell. He thought for a moment before gently opening the door, Carl coming into view. Carl stood up, tucking the letters he had been writing for reasons unbeknownst to Daryl into the back pocket of his jeans quickly. Daryl had been too tormented by his worries to notice them, thankfully for Carl. "I'll uh leave you two alone," Carl muttered with an encouraging smile towards Daryl as he walked out, the door shutting behind him. Daryl took a step forward, looking into through the cell door to see your eyes already on him from where you sat on the floor, back against the wall in a comfortable position,

After a few moments of silence, Daryl's eyes looked away from yours to dart around the floor. "Hi," he muttered quietly in his usual gruff voice. "Hi," you replied, just as quiet as you still watched him from where you sat. Awkward silence drifted over both of you as Daryl shook his head, reaching for the door. "Sorry," he apologized roughly, forgetting he still hadn't unlocked the door as he turned the key, exuding a loud click as he opened it. You stood up and walked towards him, not daring to look at him, unsure of what to even say. Without a word, Daryl locked the cell again behind you as you both walked out of the prison and mindlessly strolling towards your shared house now. Daryl tried to look at you, hoping you wouldn't notice as he tried to read your face for how you were feeling; though he had never been too good at that. You felt his eyes on you as you tugged on the sleeve of your shirt awkwardly. Once you reached the house, Daryl walked a bit faster, overtaking to open the front door for you,

You stopped for a moment, before he gave you a small smile, so small you almost didn't see it, as he motioned with his head to walk in ahead of him. You smiled lightly as you walked in, placing your hands in the pockets of your frayed jeans as he shut the door behind you both, setting his crossbow next to the door in its usual spot. More silence commenced as you looked around the house, struggling on what to do as Daryl stood behind you still, as he ghosted you mimicking your awkward stance. "Should we-" "Do you wanna-" you both spoke at the same time, as you turned to look at him. "Sorry," you mumbled, laughing a bit. Daryl's heart beamed at your laughter, he wasn't sure he'd ever hear anything like that again after what he did. "Living room?" he asked kindly as you nodded, both of you walking to sit on the couch, a bit away from each other but still close. He moved his hand in one another nervously as he leaned his arms against his thighs as he tried to find the courage to meet your longing gaze,

You didn't know whether to say something or let Daryl speak as you watched him closely. "'M sorry," Daryl muttered sadly, still not looking at you, "for all of it. I shoulda told ya about Dwight as soon as you got back from..." His voice trailed off, unable to say the words without thinking of the place that you both had been trapped in; The Sanctuary. "It's okay-," you started softly. "Nah. It ain't," he said firmly, not wanting you to forgive him so quickly, "I lied to ya. I pulled away from you. Because-." Daryl's voice trailed off once again, as your heart began to beat faster at his words. You had been angry in the beginning, even more so when you had woken up in the cell. You'd have to apologize to Carl later for the obscene language you hurled around when he wouldn't let you out, but you knew he didn't mind, struggling to keep in his laugh at your fit. You were letting off steam. As the time settled however, so did your anger. In hindsight now, you knew killing Dwight would've been a bad idea,

"Why?" you urged Daryl, your voice soft, as you stared at him as he still looked down at the floor. "I don' know. It's hard to say it," Daryl mumbled quietly, finally looking up at you to see your attentive stare as you looked at him softly. "Just try. I'm not going anywhere," you muttered, but you didn't mean that you weren't leaving in this moment, you meant you weren't leaving him alone; not now, not ever. Daryl fiddled with his hands for a moment, nodding at your words. You let him take his time, nodding at him gently. After a few moments of silence, Daryl pushed himself, trying to break away ever mental barrier that stopped him from sharing how he truly felt, to be vulnerable. You knew this was hard for him, and despite his secret-keeping and pettiness hours earlier with Rick when they fought about the weapons and whether to attack the Sanctuary or not, you couldn't help but to gaze at him kindly. "I ain't ever felt like this before," he admitted ashamedly as he looked up at you, your gentle gaze and your face alone, making him feel more at ease, just like it always did,

"I-I ain't ever felt like this until I met you. And I've felt it ever since I first saw you. I care about you. A lot," he started, a bit more confident, as your frustration from earlier had completely melted now, listening to him speak and finally open up to you, finally being vulnerable with you; this is all you had wanted since you had shared your first kiss, your first intimate encounter weeks prior, when you had held each other close in your bed, feeling like nothing else in the world mattered before Negan had rudely taken it away from you both. "I always wanna be there for you. To protect you. When Negan took you, I failed. I didn't protect ya like I was supposed to," he mumbled, as he looked down again embarassed. You placed your hand on his immediately, fireworks sparking from the touch, as he flinched a little, feeling your soft fingertips begin to rub at his rough skin. "Daryl-" you started sympathetically, ready to tell him he didn't need to be sorry about that, but he interrupted you,

"Nah. I haven't said nothin' to ya til now. You deserve to hear it," he spoke gently, as his expression was filled with sadness, determined to say the things he's wanted to speak for so long, but he made no move to pull his hand away from yours, relishing in your soft touch. "I've been pullin' away because I thought you didn't want this, that you made a mistake. And if that's true, I don't hold nothin' against you," he confessed, as you smiled at his words, still taken aback from his feelings all being released, struggling to keep up, struggling to sit there and listen and not assure all of the insecurities that he had. "I push people away because it's what I do. And that ain't what you need. It ain't what you deserve," he whispered smoothly, his regret seeping in his tone, as he wouldn't catch your gaze once again now, unsure of how you were taking all of this,

"I don't deserve you, I know that. But I-I do love you," he spoke, the last words coming out as a whisper, as if he was scared to even utter the words. He felt the shame rise in him, he knew he shouldn't love you, he tried not to; really, he did. It wasn't fair on you. "Look 'm sorry I-" he began to apologize upon hearing your silence, taking it as a rejection, but he was stopped by you moving towards him from your spot a few feet away, as you quickly placed your lips on his. After a moment of shock, Daryl let himself relax, kissing you back in relief. Your hand that was holding his moments ago tangled gently in his hair as he hummed in approval into your mouth as one of his hands went to rest on your hip softly, the other cradling your cheek, both of his hands pulling you towards him, needing you closer. Your upset from earlier had seemingly disappeared as you forgot about everything around you; Negan and the Saviors, the weapons and failed mission earlier, all of it,

After a few moments, you both pulled away slowly, panting slightly breathless, still tangled in one another's embrace. You gazed at one another as a few tears had fallen upon his confession, as he smiled at you slightly. "I love you too," you whispered through a teary smile, as you took one of his big hands in yours. "I want you Daryl Dixon. I want all of you. I don't want you to ever keep anything from me. I can handle it. All of it," you assured, as he nodded trying to turn his face to hide the few tears that had welled in his eyes at your words, but you reached your other hand to turn his cheek to gaze at you; and he did. His solemn, sentimental-filled eyes staring back at you. You moved forward, placing a small kiss to his forehead, as his hand moved up and down on your waist. "I love you," he whispered, the phrase coming off his tongue easier now as he smiled at you slightly. You couldn't help the snicker that came passed your lips. "You said that already," you giggled, hoping the laugh would hide the blush that rose on your cheeks, but he spotted it. "I'm sayin' it again," Daryl said assuredly as he stared at you,

You both smiled at one another now. Suddenly, a loud high-pitch crackling sound caught you both off guard as you both covered your ears. Daryl jumped up from the couch instinctively, running to the window to look out at the dark evening, searching for the source of the noise. He didn't have to wait long to find that out. "You might be wondering why your lookouts didn't sound the alarm," the voice boomed over the radio; Negan. Your mouth went dry at the sound of his voice bellowing through the night. "See, we are reasonable people. I'm not sure when they'll wake up from a shock like that, but they should wake up," Negan taunted cheerily. Daryl turned from the window to look at you worriedly, one of the few times you have seen him worried. Daryl ran to you, as you got up from the couch, taking your hand as you both sprinted to the front door. He picked up his crossbow as you ran out the door, as you let go of his hand once you saw Michonne and Carl come into view down the street,

You both ran towards them, as they both looked just as fearful and confused. "So let's cut the shit," Negan yelled, his voice darkening slightly, as you all looked at one another. "You're all gonna line up in front of your little houses, one by one. You're gonna work up some good apologies. And the person with the lamest one is going to get killed," Negan started dramatically, "oh and Y/N? I know you're in there too. You pack a bag. You're comin' back home with me. As for the rest of you, I'm gonna kill Rick in front of you and then we move on." At the mention of your name, your heart pounded in your chest so fast you were sure it would explode. You thought of Negan, The Sanctuary, all over again. Daryl grabbed your hand protectively as you gasped, turning to look at him with tear-filled eyes. "I-I can't go back ther-" you started rambling, but Daryl interrupted you. "Hey," he said firmly, but gentle as he took the hand from yours to bring it to your cheek. "Ya ain't goin' anywhere with him. I'll protect you. I promise," Daryl assured roughly and assertively, as you were forced to listen to him. You took a breath, looking into his eyes, as you nodded. "He's not taking you, Y/N," Carl swore to you determinedly, "he's not taking any of us,"

"You have three minutes. Three. To open this gate," Negan yelled merrily, "or we start bombing the shit out of you." Daryl and Michonne looked at one another in utter confusion. "They got out," she whispered in disbelief at the scene in front of her. "C'mon," he whispered, as he took your hand softly, all of you running toward the rest of the group who were gathered beside a pickup truck. Carl quickly sprung into action, grabbing the smoke cannisters that sat in a box in the back of the truck. "You need to make it look like we're escaping out back," he explained, "get to the woods, halfway to the quarry, cut the lights." Everyone listened, nodding as they heard Negan's whistling echoing through the wind. "Get enough of a lead on them, hit 'em and get away on foot," he continued hurriedly, shoving a bunch of the smoke grenades into a bag. "Just have to get the guns, get everyone else here and we'll meet you there," Carl assured, as Rosita nodded adamantly, heeding every word,

"Two minutes people. Dig deep. These apologies better be memorable. Bonus points for creativity. Write a poem, sing a song. I love that shit," Negan spoke cheerily, clearly getting a kick out of this. Daryl's hand squeezed yours tighter at his words, knowing you were getting nervous. You looked up at him nervously, thinking of your worst nightmare coming true; going back there. "Get going. There's gonna be people in the infirmary," Carl said purposefully, as some of the men began running to get to work. "Look we got guns, we can fight them," Tara urged, but Rosita shook her head. "We will, but not now," she rejected Tara's idea. "Carl, we can't just let them have this place," Michonne said sadly. "We have to. All we can do tonight is survive," Carl stated, all of us knowing we had no choice. "I'm with Carl," you said firmly and decisively, always standing by Carl just as he did you. He sent you an appreciative smirk. "This is his plan. We're doing it," you spoke thickly, smiling at him. You trusted him to get you all through this,

"Let's go," Carl shouted as you all scattered, Rosita and Tara in one direction and you, Daryl and Michonne in another as Carl grabbed the bag to move to the front gate to speak with Negan. You grabbed one of the guns that Tara had spare as you nodded at Daryl, running with him alonside Michonne. You all piled into the cars, you with Daryl, acting as diversions and pretending that you were all making an exit through the vehicles, as bait to divert them from your real plan. Once you reached the clearing zone where you would expect the Saviors to follow you all in the fake getaway cars, you, Daryl, Rosita, Michonne and Tara headed to the treeline, hiding amongst the foliage to be able to shoot them down and take them by surprise. Daryl set off one of the smoke grenades in front of the vehicles as you all waited for the Saviors from behind the trees, cocking your guns in the direction of the road. "They didn't get out because of what we did with the truck," Tara assured rushedly as she looked at Daryl, who just looked away guiltily, convinced that it was,

"Even if it was, it doesn't matter. You made a mistake. I made a mistake trying to kill Negan. Y/N made a mistake trying to kill Dwight. It's not important," Rosita reasoned, trying to soothe Daryl's guilt, as he kept his eye on the road. You were knelt beside him, as you took your hand, placing it on his shoulder gently. "Hey," you said tenderly as he hummed in response, turning slightly to see what you needed. "It wasn't your fault," you whispered, as he looked at you closer, admiring the way your eyes twinkled in the moonlight, wondering how you could be so compassionate still after everything that had happened. He smiled back at you as you were both pulled from your moment as you heard the sounds of vehicles approaching, all of you instinctively raising your guns towards the road once again. You waited as it got closer and closer. "Now," Daryl yelled and you all obliged, beginning to shoot furiously at the Saviors who scrambled to get out of the trucks and away from the trap,

They began shooting back as you ducked slightly, watching a bullet shoot the tree trunk that had been where your head was moments ago. Michonne shot calculated shots, watching as they began to flop to the floor consecutively, one after the other. After a few minutes, silence fell over the area, as you all stood cautiously, observing the dozen or so Saviors dead on the floor, having took out all of them. You walked, guns raised around the vehicles, ensuring you had gotten everyone. You strolled slightly ahead, whipping to turn a corner cocking your gun at the area in front of you, your breath hitching as you saw Dwight on the floor, back leant against one of the truck tires, as he stared up at you fearfully, clutching his arm that had clearly suffered a bullet wound as it dripped blood through his hand. You glared at him viciously, before taking a deep breath, lowering your gun, but keeping your eyes deadset on him. "He's here," you announced as the others rushed to stand beside you, looking at Dwight in a heap on the floor,

Daryl's eyes looked to you, then Dwight. "I made sure you guys could get out the back," Dwight defended himself, as Daryl aimed his crossbow at him, Rosita taking the gun from Dwight and tossing it aside. "I drove the convoy right up to the roadblock, I knew what it was," he argued his innocence and his helpfulness. Daryl kept his weapon on him for a moment longer, before letting out a rough huff, bringing it to let it swing by his side. "How'd they get out? Was it because of what I did?" Daryl asked roughly as you stood next to him. "It was Eugene," he answered, making Daryl feel a little relieved. "I can still help. I know how they think, how Negan thinks," he says breathlessly, still nursing his wound with one hand. "I want Negan to die. Let me help. And we can settle up after," Dwight urges, clearly accepting his fate. Daryl glared at him angrily as his hand holding his crossbow shook with his rage. "Yeah we will," you promised through gritted teeth. Daryl leaned forward, without warning, aggressively ripping the angel wings-clad vest that once belonged to him off of Dwight's back, making him growl out in pain at his wound,

Daryl stormed away as you followed him, sparing Dwight a final hateful glare. Rosita stared at him for few moments, before letting out a rough sigh, leaning down to pull one of Dwight's arms over her shoulder, hauling him up to help him walk. "We need to get back, now," Michonne stated firmly, as you all walked back towards Alexandria. After a brisk walk, you ran over, spotting the sewer lid that Carl had directed you to. Daryl kneeled down, pulling the metal lid off with a grunt. You kneeled down next to him, taking a rock from beside it, dropping it into the sewer, both of you looking at one another as you finally heard it splash into the water. You all watched on as walkers began to walk through the gates into Alexandria as you watched in sadness. "C'mon," Daryl whispered gently, as you snapped out of your dazed trance, looking down the drain to see Daryl standing at the end, nodding at him with a small smile. You climbed down the ladder, Daryl's hands grabbing your waist softly, helping to ease you down onto the floor,

Everyone came down as Rosita looked up expectantly. "Michonne," Rosita warned with worry, as she waited for her to climb down. "Michonne!" she yelled a bit louder, as the metal grate closed shut loudly, Michonne headed towards Alexandria. You looked at Daryl, who only shook his head annoyedly, angry at her not sticking to the plan. You looked around to see the rest of the group huddled and sat in the sewer. Your heart welled with relief as you saw everyone was safe, though a few of them shared a certain look that made a chill run down your spine. You and Daryl walked through the lines of people, smiling at a few of them, while dodging stepping on people's feet. You eventually reached one of the tunnels, seeing a man you didn't recognize. You and Daryl, as if connected in yours minds, simultaneously lifted your guns, pointing them at the intruder who sat on the floor, raising his hands innocently,

"Who are you?" you asked accusingly, before a voice next to you called out. "I let him in," the voice spoke, and you immediately recognized it, whipping your head around to reveal Carl sitting in one of the tunnels. You put your gun down on the floor, practically bounding towards him, Daryl following you. "Carl," you beamed, crouching down to hug him tightly as he placed a gentle hand on your back, "thank God you're okay." You pulled away with a smile, before noticing his blank-faced expression and his gray coloring. "C-carl... what?" you began to ask worriedly, eyes trailing down his frail frame that you only now noticed, your relief disappearing now. Before you could finish your question, your blood ran cold at the sight of the blood seeping through his shirt. You reached a shaky hand to pull it up, but he grabbed your wrist, not wanting you to see it. "W-what happened? Do we have anyone with medical experience in here?" you started hurriedly, voice shaking, as you stook your head up, shouting the next part, "hey! do we have anyone with medical experience?"

But you were stopped, by Carl's voice. "Y/N," he whispered solemnly, as you turned back to him, tears welling in your eyes at his tone, as you shook your head in refusal. "It was a walker," he confessed sadly and quietly, through his weakened state. "No," you whispered out through your tears that now fell freely. "N-no, there has to be something w-we can. W-we could," you trailed off as Carl only shook his head gently at you. Daryl's eyes began to fill with tears behind you as he watched the scene. You let out a gut-wrenching sob as your heart broke. Carl had acted as your big brother for so long, and you his sister. You protected one another. "Y-you're gonna be fine," Carl whispered assuringly, as you cried. "How can I be? N-not if you're not here," you said through your cries, holding his hand in yours, it getting colder by the second, feeling the life drain from him. "Y-you're made of tough stuff, Y/N/N," Carl smiled, as you let out whimper at his use of his nickname for you,

"T-thank you for being my sister. For looking after me, for always making my favorite cookies for me, f-for reading comics with me and f-for playing chess with me even though I always won," he laughed out the last part, making you nudge him playfully through your tears. "That's because you always cheated with your made-up rules because you knew I didn't know how to play, you little shit," you joked through your cries as he smiled at you. He grabbed your hand shakily, as you stared at him sorrowfully, tears continuing to spill. "What about Judith?" you asked heartbreakingly, unsure of how any of you were going to explain that to her, as you put your head down as you sobbed. "J-Judith doesn't need me anymore. She has you. And you'll be the best sister ever, just like you were to me," Carl choked out, as tears welled in his eyes too though he tried to put on a brave front. A sob wracked your whole body at his words. "I-I promise I'll look after her," you swore to him eagerly, as he nodded, already knowing you would, because you already had up until now,

"I know you will," he beamed as he gazed up at Daryl now, who looked on dismally. "A-and you promise you'll look after h-her?" Carl asked, pointing at you now. "Always," Daryl whispered out, giving him an appreciative nod. Suddenly, you heard steps coming towards you as you saw Michonne and Rick. Your tear-stained cheeks told them enough; that whatever they were about to see, it wasn't good. Daryl extended a hand to you, and you took it shakily, as he pulled you up gently, bringing you into his embrace as you sobbed, Rick and Michonne going in to have their final moments with Carl. Daryl held you close, placing a kiss at the top of your head every once in a while, as his hand rubbed comfortingly up and down your back, his heart breaking at the sound of your cries. "It's alright," he comforted, through his own few tears. Usually, Daryl wasn't one for affection, nevermind PDA. But everything was different with you. Suddenly, you were brought out of your crying, as you heard steps running towards you,

You turned and looked down to see Judith staring up at you innocently. You wiped your tears away, leaning down to pick her up. "H-hey Judy," you said trying to sound happy, as you held her tight to your upperbody. She gazed worriedly at your face, despite being a child, she wasn't stupid. She reached out a finger touching your cheek where it was wet from your tears. "I-I'm okay," you smiled widely, trying to hide your pain. You pulled her against your body gently, as she rested her head on your shoulder wrapping her arms around you as you held her, as she began to doze off. You had forgotten how late it was. Your tears continued and you struggled to muffle a sob as you clung to her tightly, finding comfort in her hugs. Daryl stepped forward, subconsciously wrapping his arms around both of you as you placed your face in his shoulder, crying softly and quietly, trying not to wake Judith. After a few minutes of standing there, Tara came over. "Do you uh want me to take her?" she asked softly as you nodded with a weak smile,

"S-sure," you whispered as you handed her over as carefully as possible. Once she was out of your embrace, Daryl placed an arm around you. "Let's sit down, yeah?" Daryl said gently as you nodded, letting him lead you over to a free spot, sitting down next to you. You rested your head against his shoulder as your hand intertwined in this. You tried not to look over towards the direction of Carl, for fear you'd begin to cry again. You nuzzled Daryl's soft shirt with your cheek as his finger traced figure 8's on your hand. Suddenly, the sounds of explosions got expeditiously louder as you jolted at the noises, watching as dust fell from the ceiling at the continuous bombs. For every bomb that was set off, your heart beat faster and faster, as your mind began running away from itself. Daryl noticed your flustered expression. "Hey, look at me," he cooed, but you couldn't hear him, only the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and a high pitched ringing noise,

Your hands shook as you continued to flinch at the noises. After a particularly loud one, you sat up straight bringing your knees to your chest, placing your hands on your ears as you instinctively rocked back and forth, closing your eyes shut, your senses overwhelming you. You could still hear the muffled sounds of bombs going off, feeling the vibrations from the floor you sat on, unable to block the sound or the feeling out, not when it was coming from all directions. You felt as though the walls would start closing in. Negan was all you could think of. 'He's getting closer. He's going to find you. He's going to find your family. He's going to take you back to The Sanctuary,' you thought to yourself. You began to hyperventilate at your thoughts and the noises of the crashes from above you. "No, no, no," you whispered out, unbeknownst to yourself. Daryl continued to call your name, trying to get your attention to calm you down,

"What's wrong with her?" Rosita asked worriedly watching your state. "She's panickin'. It's happened before. Just give me a second. Alright?" Daryl growled out, not aiming his eagerness at Rosita as she and the others began to back away, heeding his order. He moved from his position beside you to sit in front of you now, moving carefully to grab your hands gently as you flinched, he knew you would. Daryl being the one you lived with, often had to deal with moments like this with you. And while he still felt somewhat helpless to do anything, he had learned how to deal with it just for you. "Y/N, Y/N," he said continuously, eventually getting you to open your eyes when you finally heard his voice, looking up startled. "Hey sunshine," he whispered with a light smile at your opened eyes. "Need ya to breathe with me, alright'?" he asked slowly, as he tapped your hand lightly, trying to bring you back slowly out of your state,

Eventually, after he repeated you became more aware; Daryl. Your chest relaxed slightly from it's tightened, tense state though your hands and breath still shook. He took both your hands in his own, holding them tightly to stop the shaking, placing one of your hands atop his chest where his heart was. "We're gonna follow that," he said gently, as you nodded feverishly. He guided you through your breaths, whispering sweet assurances as he did. "Good job angel," he praised quietly, still mindful of your attackers just above you. Eventually, your breathing was normal as you gazed at him tiredly now, worn out. "C'mere sweetheart," he offered, bringing you into his warm embrace as you obliged. "I need to be closer," you whispered calmly now, as he hummed in approval, lifting you with ease until you both were practically lying down in the tunnel, situating your body between his legs. Your upper body now lay against his, as you sniffled slightly, nestling your face into his chest as he was able to wrap his arms fully around you now,

Daryl kissed the top of your heade as he traced his fingers up and down your arm, as your eyes closed accidentally, as you tried to fight off the urge to fall asleep, but failed, all the adrenaline from moments ago draining from your body. Daryl turned to look at Rosita, Tara, Michonne and Dwight who stood a few metres away, glancing down at you, hoping you were alright. "What'd I tell ya about lookin' at her?" Daryl growled out, glaring at Dwight, who averted his gaze remembering Daryl's threat from earlier. "She's okay?" Tara asked, as Daryl nodded, still rubbing your arm. "She's okay," he confirmed gently, trying not to wake you from your light slumber. Another bomb sounded making people flinch. "We have guns. We can leave now. Head to Hilltop where it's safe," Tara argued in a hushed whisper. as she rocked Judith in her arms. "No. We wait it out. Then we leave," Dwight retorts, as everyone debated the options. "They saw us go West, so we won't go West," Tara reasoned, but people were still unsure,

"We wait it out," Rosita announces as everybody nods, knowing it was the only way. "You really think all of you, together in Hilltop, is a good idea?" Dwight asks in disbelief. "We'll be their goddamn worst nightmare," Daryl grunts out from where he lay with you as Tara nodded in agreement, Michonne heading back to be with Carl. Eventually, after a few minutes, the bombing stopped and everyone looked at one another in assurance; now was the time. You stirred in Daryl's arms, before you finally came to your senses. "I'm sorry," you apologized, remembering your panic before you had fallen asleep. "You don' got nothin' to be sorry for," Daryl assures firmly, as you nod, as you both moved to stand up. "We're goin' to Hilltop," Daryl explains to you, as you nodded, your eyes slightly puffy from crying. "And Carl?" you asked hopefully, as Daryl shook his head, looking down sadly. "No he uh, he won't make the trip," Daryl confessed in a whisper as you held back your tears, reaching out to grab his pinky in your own tightly as you moved towards the rest of the group,

Carl was saying his goodbyes to Judith as you walked over with Daryl as Carl smiled at you. "I need you to take Judith. Get her out of here," Rick begged Michonne, who insisted on staying with him and Carl. "I'll take her. Me and Daryl will make sure she gets there safely," you said assuringly with a sweet smile as you looked at Rick who stared back at you gratefully. "You deserve to be with him," you whispered, touching Michonne's arm gently as she cried harder at your words, as she pulled you in to hug you gently. You pulled away softly, with a few tears in your eyes, as you leaned down to pick up Judith. "C'mere baby," you whispered softly as you held her close, as she cried softly. "Bye Carl," you spoke softly, sending him a teary smile. "Bye Y/N/N," he replied with a smirk. You turned around before you could cry more, walking towards the ladder to make your way out, Daryl ghosting you, as he took Judith so that you could step up the ladder, taking her off him when you were at the top,

Daryl turned around to look at Carl sadly. "You saved all of us. That's all on you, man," Daryl said gratefully as he and Carl shared a respectful nod and smile before Daryl climbed up the ladder to stand beside you, closing the metal grate, you three being the last ones to get out. You looked at Daryl with a saddened, teary-eyed smile holding Judith. Daryl looked at you for a moment, before leaning over to cradle your cheek with his hand, pulling you close to kiss you softly as you reciprocated it. After a few moments, you pulled away gently staring at him lovingly. Both of you and Daryl knew at that moment, you would both keep your promises; you would look after Judith, and he would look after you. You both walked towards the group, ready to start your journey to the Hilltop

PART 15 COMING SOON ;) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist <3 hope you enjoyed!!!

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snailsgarden · 1 year

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Heya! I hope your day/night is going wonderfully! :>>

Just to clarify and reassure I have read your pinned post and everything mentioned in it!-, I just like to do this as I find for myself that it just makes me feel a bit better but anyways-

I was hoping to be able to share some ideas with you but I completely understand if you don't vibe well with them and or just simply don't feel like writing them as that's totally understandable although if you do like this idea I have many more that I'd love to share! <33, these would be specifically for head cannons or one shots whichever writing style you'd most be more comfortable with really! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

I'll start off now :)

My first idea is For a Yuri x shy f!reader/nb!reader // witchever you'd more so prefer! //

the reader is a new student who showed up prior to the festival and was basically nudged by their family to join a club in order for them to get out of their shell as they're very timid and introverted? So as they saw that the literature club needed new members they decided to join that one!, After introductions though they mostly keep to themselves and don't exactly like speaking when it comes to sharing poems as they stutter a bit? Although as they enjoy tea they end up spending more time with Yuri than the others and vibe the most with Yuri's writing style/calm demenor secretly she inspires them as the reader decides to write a poem about her!-and shares it with her although nervous about it?

Basically they are kindred spirits who find comfort in each other! <3

OH I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH

deeply sorry for the delay, but here is your request!!

and don't worry about it, I'd actually love to know your ideas!

and I hope this is good<3

— BOUND TO FALLING IN LOVE..

☆ summary: you hand her a poem written about her.

★ type: hcs + a short drabble!

cw: no pronouns mentioned for reader, romance, I suck at writing, yuri and reader are both obviously inlove and very shy about it, the ending sucks.

at first, she'd be shy around you since she's shy around new people.

you only started talking more to eachother when she was serving tea for the group

she could see a lot of herself in you, and that really had drawn you to her

she really didn't mind your stuttering (because she does aswell sometimes)

and she would always compliment your poems, also indulging a bit of her own style in them..

she feels so comfortable next to you, and you both really complement eachother

...

"and..i wanted to share this with you", you say as you hand her your poem.

you've been thinking about it for some time; yuri really inspired you and, in a sense, attracted you to her with her comfortably quiet and calm demeanor, always being so thoughtful and polite to others which only had drawn you more and more to her as time passed

hanging out in the club, reading novels together, enjoying some nice tea, intently listening to her as she rambles about her interests (an attitude that you thought was very cute, specially for how shy she gets when she realizes she's been rambling and, of course, you reassured her on it)

she looks at you, then at the paper in your hands as she starts connecting the dots and, of course, blushing at the way you looked at her oh so longingly.

carefully but also a being a bit eager, she takes the paper in her hands, starting to read it.

you feel a bit anxious as she does so, with many thoughts rushing through your brain.

will she like it? what if you did any spelling mistakes?! maybe your handwriting is illegible.. is she blushing???

her eyes slightly widen as she stars reading, her heart feeling warm as soon as her eyes lay upon those sweet, sweet words on the paper.

she's more than grateful! flattered! so happy about the poem!

as soon as she finishes reading, she starts smiling at you lovingly, which makes your heart skip a beat.

"this poem, it's so beautiful. i love your way of writing, the form of speech and.. do you really think of me this way?" she says.

you look at her and the only thing you want to do is hug her. kiss her and, of course.

confess your love for her, even though it's obvious, the both of you are too oblivious to it.

"I do", you say "you are amazing, and such an inspiration to me, yuri."

she can't help but be surprised..

she inspires you? how?? when?? why????

and then, you start listing it.

the many ways that she inspires you.

the way she speaks, her writing, her smart vocabulary, how she's so beautiful, polite, how she's comforting to be around, her advices on writing, and honestly everything about her

she's never felt so happy.

#🥢% writing #ddlc #ddlc x you #ddlc x reader #doki doki literature club x reader #yuri ddlc x reader #yuri x reader #yuri doki doki literature club #yuri doki doki literature club x reader

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I hope you don’t mind me sharing as this quite a personal story, but that other persons ask really made me think. I always had the impression that a twin flame was someone you had to be in close with.

I’ve known this person for 2~3 years now, but there is a great physical distance between us, and we are 4 years apart. I feel like when you’re under 25, 4 years is a weird gap because you’re in the same generation but the gap is too big for the older person to be interested in you without it being atleast a little weird.

However I’ve never seen myself so strongly in another person before. I’m autistic so I struggle to find people with the same interests as me, let alone several mutual interests. However this person and I share the majority of our interests and she’s spoken about certain traumas and difficulties that I’ve never heard someone else talk about.

Having so much in common with someone is such a new experience for me, I feel like we really are kindred spirits. In a way I view her as a better version of myself, a combination of what I am and everything I wish I could be.

There was a lot of jealousy which taught me to resist comparing myself to older people as they are in a different stage of life.

It was also difficult because I not only had a very intense attraction to this person, but a general desire to be close to her. I understood her so deeply and I wanted to be seen in return. I’m a very chatty person, but I had to hold myself back from reaching out because ultimately it was a very one way relationship, and that was a very very tough pill to swallow.

I deleted several social media apps to help remove her since this is so intense for me. I keep on re-downloading them lol

I have a significant rahu placement and it really brought out delusional obsession in me, in a way that was really out of character. I’ve had obsessions but this was next level

Ultimately this experience made me aware of my insecurities and how growing up as an outsider has made me more desperate to know people like me.

Since we will likely never be together, I never really considered it a twin flame, but I think the idea of twin flame perfectly encapsulates what this felt like. It’s like the universe showed me the perfect person, just to make them out of reach.

I hope this resonates with someone so I’m not just going on a tangent lol

thank you for sharing<33 and same, I prefer to think of my experience as "this person came into my life and made me fundamentally change as a person without even knowing they're doing it" but I think it's almost unhealthy to be together with someone you share such an intense dynamic with bc it's most likely not going to end well. one of you will be just endlessly whirling into a transformative experience and the other person probably does not feel it as much?? but to be changed by someone is still a remarkable and valuable experience to have and the point of every connection isn't to be with them forever and ever. we learn things and we let go. we can't have everyone stay in our lives forever.

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theapprenticeofthanatos · 1 year

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TAoT: Chapter 33: Kindred Spirits Part 2

WARNING: People mess with things they shouldn’t (AKA summoning spirits) in this chapter. Read at your own risk.

“Apparently, Mr. Golf Course Manager doesn’t believe in ghosts. Can’t you go over there after school today and just give him a little spook? Make him rethink his life choices?”

“No, Tucker,” Danny sighed. “I’m not going to do that.”

“Why not?” Tucker took an angry slurp from his milk carton. “You make a huge mess, you don’t help us clean it up, and now you can’t even be bothered to help us get revenge?”

“Knock it off, Tucker,” Sam scolded. “If Danny does anything to the manager guy, then you and I will probably be on the hook for it. Again.”

“Hey! How many times do I have to apologize?” Danny complained. “You already know why I couldn’t stay and help. Besides, have either of you been listening to what I’ve been saying?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tucker griped. “Some weird teen showed up at your house, ate all your food, and disappeared. How is that any different from our normal hangouts?”

“What’s different, Tucker, is that she’s a ghost!” Danny hissed. “Y’know, like a certain someone you know, sitting at this table? And she claims to be family, but I don’t know her! I have never even seen her before yesterday!”

Danny’s core grumbled in disagreement at those words. He frowned and took a bite of his lunch.

“Well, are you sure you aren’t just going crazy?” Tucker suggested unhelpfully. “Maybe the guilt of leaving your poor best friends to clean up your mistakes is weighing down on your conscience.”

Danny opened his mouth to argue, but Sam spoke up first, cutting him off. “Knock it off, Tucker. Danny may be a bit of a jerk, but I don’t think he’s that crazy.”

“Wow. Thanks, Sam,” Danny muttered dryly.

“Anytime,” she smirked. “Though I’ve gotta admit, the half-ghost part sounds… pretty out there.”

“Sam. You know of two half-ghosts already.” Danny deadpanned, gesturing to himself. “Is it really that unlikely a third could exist? Or more?”

“Yeah!” Tucker said around a bite of his burger. “Maybe it runs in Danny’s family?”

A heavy silence immediately fell over the trio as Sam and Danny both turned to stare at Tucker like he was an idiot. “Looks like somebody won’t be passing biology this year,” Sam drawled.

“What?” Tucker floundered, looking rather taken aback. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Sam rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her salad, ignoring Tucker’s growing indignation.

“Anyway, back to the important issue here,” Danny said, much to Tucker’s dismay. “I don’t know where she went! I put her in the guest room, and when I went to check on her later that night she was gone!”

As the saying went, speak of the devil and he shall appear (or she, in this case). Sam opened her mouth, but before she could say anything there was a sudden flash of light, and their lunch trays flew into the air. Danny instinctively went intangible as the food came raining down, but Sam and Tucker unfortunately didn’t have the same ability.

There, standing right through the middle of the table, was Danielle in her ghost form. She smiled eagerly and waved at him, and Danny ignored the weird happy feeling in his core as he glared at the ghost girl.

“So, this must be your long-lost cousin,” Sam said flatly, apple juice dripping from her hair.

Danny glanced around, making sure that Danielle hadn’t caught anyone’s attention. He did not need to deal with trying to explain the random Phantom look-alike currently standing in the lunchroom. Luckily, none of the other students were even looking his way (the perks of being a social outcast).

“Dude!” Danny hissed at Danielle. “No ghost powers!”

Danielle blinked, seemingly surprised by his words, but she nodded. She ducked under the table, and there was another brief flash of light. Danny stood up from the table and walked a few steps away, and Danielle crept out from under it and followed him, now human.

“What are you doing here?” Danny asked her. “And what were you thinking? You can’t just use your powers out in the open like that!”

“Aww…” Danielle pouted, scuffing the toe of her sneaker against the linoleum floor. “I was just having some fun.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be doing that at the expense of others,” Danny scolded, his ears burning slightly as he realized the hypocrisy of his own statement. “U-unless it’s Dash, or… whatever. What are you doing here?”

Danielle gave him a sheepish smile. “I just wanted to hang out, y’know? Thought maybe we could get to know each other better. Since we’re cousins and all.”

“Uh-huh.” Danny folded his arms and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Sure we are.”

Danielle’s smile became strained as she tried not to fidget under his gaze. Danny glanced back over at his friends, who were trying to clean off the result of Danielle’s prank. Sam sent a glare over at Danielle as she squeezed apple juice out of her hair. Tucker was too busy wiping off his glasses to send any glares, but he was definitely scowling. Which meant that Danny needed to smooth things over between Danielle and his friends.

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “C’mon. I was just talking to my friends about you.”

Danielle immediately brightened, and she was practically skipping as she followed Danny back to the table. Danny reclaimed his seat across from his friends, and Danielle sat down beside him.

“Hi!” Danielle beamed, waving eagerly at the two teens sitting across from her. “I’m Danielle!”

Sam and Tucker glanced back and forth at the two black-haired, blue-eyed teens. Tucker pointed at Danny. “Like…?”

Danny sighed tiredly. “Yep. Confusing, I know.”

“It’s so awesome to meet you guys!” Danielle gushed. “I’ve always wanted friends! We’re friends, right?”

Sam stared at the girl, all annoyance forgotten in place of bewilderment. “Uhh, I mean—”

“Awesome!” Danielle squealed. “We should hang out! Do you guys wanna hang out? Ooh, what should we do? We could go to the movies, or we could go eat food! I love food, do you love food?”

Tucker and Sam were at a loss for words, and they looked at Danny as if to ask him: Who is this girl???

“Slow down, Danielle.” Danny couldn’t keep himself from chuckling. “Give them a moment to speak!”

Danielle nodded fervently as she bounced in her seat, watching Sam and Tucker like they were puppies that she wanted to know if she was allowed to pet.

“So, uhh… Danielle,” Tucker began hesitantly. “Can I call you Dani?”

“No,” Danny said immediately. “Two Dannys? That’ll get way too confusing.”

“Do you have a nickname?” Sam asked Danielle. “So we can differentiate between the two of you a little more?”

“Uhh… no,” Danielle answered with a shrug. “My dad just calls me Danielle.”

“Well, why don’t you pick one?” Sam suggested. “Could be fun.”

Danielle tilted her head to the side, like a confused puppy.

“I mean, I personally don’t like my full name very much,” Sam admitted. “Samantha? Ick. Too formal for my taste. So I go by Sam.” She pointed at the two teen boys. “Daniel goes by Danny. And Tucker sometimes go by Tuck—”

“Yeah, but you can call me TF,” Tucker said smoothly, pointing to himself with his thumb. “All the ladies do.”

Danny kicked him in the shin. “Literally no one calls you that, Tuck.”

“Anyway,” Sam continued, ignoring the boys’ shenanigans. “There are plenty of nicknames for Danielle. There’s Dani, of course, but… that one’s kinda taken,” she pointed out, gesturing lazily to Danny. “But, uhh… there’s also Elle… and…”

Sam trailed off and looked at Danny and Tucker, as if asking them for ideas.

“Hmm… Ella?” Tucker proposed.

Danny thought for a moment, before smiling warmly at the other halfa. “Ellie.”

Danielle’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she smiled back. “Ellie! I like that!”

“Cool,” Sam smiled. “Ellie it is.”

Ellie’s smile was like a sunbeam on a rainy day, and Danny couldn’t help the smile that it brought to his own lips. “So, can we hang out?” Ellie asked eagerly. “Let’s go to the movies! I’ve never seen a movie before!”

“Slow down there, madam,” Tucker interrupted, hands up in a calming motion. “Unfortunately, we all still have school. It’s just our lunch break right now.”

“Aww…” Ellie’s smile melted into a sad pout. “So we can’t hang out, then?”

“Uhh, maybe later.” Sam assured the disappointed girl. “I was just wondering, Ellie. How are you and Danny related, exactly?”

Danny was thankful for the return in conversation to the far more important issue at hand. He needed answers, and he would rather get them now, before Ellie up and disappeared again.

“We’re third cousins, once removed,” Ellie answered matter-of-factly.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t more closely related?” Tucker asked. “You two look more like twins than cousins.”

Danny and Ellie looked at each other. Ellie started laughing. Danny did not.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course we’re cousins!” Ellie chortled. “What else could we be? Clones?”

Danny and his friends shared a confused look, and Ellie quickly stopped laughing when she realized that none of them were going to join her. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Yes, we’re, uhh… just cousins.”

“And are you sure we’ve never met before?” Danny asked her. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere.

“Positive,” Ellie assured him with a nod. “We haven’t met before yesterday.”

“… okay,” Danny muttered, ignoring the sad, aching feeling in his core. Maybe she was lying? But it didn’t make any sense for her to lie, and besides… Danny had a feeling that she wasn’t. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his ghost sense going off. A similar mist came out of Ellie’s mouth, and the two halfas shared a look—a ghost attack? Here? Now?

Before either of them could react, a small green ghost, no bigger than a mosquito, phased through the lunchroom ceiling. Danny sighed in relief. This would be one of his easiest fights yet! Maybe he wouldn’t even need to transform to catch it.

Unfortunately, Danny spoke—or thought—too soon. The little ghost began to zip around the lunchroom, upending tables and lunch trays and making a general ruckus. Students immediately started screaming and running for the exits. Amid the chaos, no one noticed as Danny and Ellie calmly stood up from their table.

Ellie gave Danny a confident smirk. “Shall we?”

“Wait, I-I still have questions—” Danny tried to argue, but Ellie cut him off.

“Let’s catch that thing first.” Ellie pointed at the ghost as it darted out of the lunchroom. “After that… you’ll learn everything.”

And with that, Ellie took off after the ghost. Danny quickly glanced back at his friends, hoping they could handle the mess that was left behind, before he hurried after Ellie.

Danny and Ellie chased the tiny green ghost all over the school campus. The little guy was fast. They had barely been able to keep up as it shot around the football field bleachers (Ellie had almost caught it then, but it had slipped past her at the last second), and they chased it off the school grounds and into Amity Park proper.

“Race ya!” Ellie goaded from her spot beside Danny.

Danny smirked at her. “Oh, you are on!”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Danny immediately poured on the speed, easily pulling in front of Ellie. He chased after the small green specter, which just barely managed to stay out of his reach. They flew around Amity Park’s streets, going up and over and through buildings as Danny tried in vain to catch the elusive ghost.

Before Danny knew it, they had made a loop around the somewhat small town. As Casper High came back into view, Danny checked behind him to see if Ellie was catching up; she wasn’t. In fact, she was nowhere in sight.

“Haha! I am totally win—oof!” Not looking where he was going, Danny turned back around just in time to smack face-first into something. He recoiled, his eyes watering as he gently held his nose. What had he run into?

Someone in front of him tsked, and Danny realized he had run into a person—a very annoying person, at that. “Oh, Daniel. Has no one ever taught you to look where you’re going?”

Danny blinked the tears from his eyes and saw that, sure enough, none other than Vlad Plasmius was floating in front of him. Great.

“What do you want now, Vlad?” Danny griped, and he smirked as he delivered what he thought was a rather snarky quip. “If you want my mom’s number, I’m not giving it to you. And just so you know, she’s not interested.”

Vlad scowled. “Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? I’m not in a joking mood today.”

Danny had no time to dodge the pink ecto-blast that Vlad shot his way, and he was sent flying backwards into the school parking lot. He landed with a grunt of pain, and got to his feet just in time to sidestep Vlad’s next attack.

Danny tried to get himself into a position to be on the offense (like he had been taught during his short week at camp), but the older halfa frustratingly remained a step ahead of him. It was clear that Vlad was pulling no punches today, and Danny scowled as he barely managed to block Vlad’s incoming fist. Wow. He wasn’t holding back, was he? Though, the idea that Vlad had been holding back every other time he and Danny fought before made Danny mad. Seriously?!

Distracted by his thoughts, Danny failed to block Vlad’s other fist, which landed a solid uppercut to his jaw that left Danny reeling. “Honestly, my boy, you’re not making this any easier,” Vlad said, like he was scolding a child.

“I never do,” Danny spat. “And you’re making my life miserable, as usual. Don’t you have better things to do with your time?”

“Of course I do.” Vlad took a step back and raised his hand, his palm lighting up with pink ectoplasmic energy. “So if you would just give up already, I would appreciate it.”

A magenta ecto-ray shot from Vlad’s hand, and Danny countered the attack with a two-handed ecto-blast of his own. The contrasting energies crashed into one another, and Danny’s arms burned with exertion as he fought to keep Vlad’s attack at bay; he didn’t have the strength to keep this up for long. He really needed to ask Thanatos for a break from training after this so he could at least catch up on sleep.

Danny heard someone behind him, and he risked a glance over his shoulder. Ellie. She was standing there, her fists clenched and glowing with ecto-energy.

“Help me!” Danny shouted at her. “Do something!”

Ellie hesitated, her expression one of conflict as she looked down at her glowing palms.

Vlad spoke up then, his voice clear and expectant as he simply said, “Oh, Danielle?”

Ellie faltered for only a second longer before steeling her expression into one of resolve. She raised her hands, and Danny cried out in pain as Ellie shot him square in the back.

Danny collapsed on the ground, his ghostly transformation falling away and leaving him human. His head spinning, Danny managed to look up and saw Vlad standing over him, with Ellie by his side. Vlad was grinning as evilly as ever, but Ellie… she looked conflicted.

“I-I don’t understand,” Danny muttered weakly.

Ellie looked up at Vlad, her expression that of a child desperate for their parent’s approval. “Did I do good, Dad?”

Darkness flooded Danny’s vision, and his last thought before losing consciousness was why. Why would Ellie betray him?

Why… Mom…?

Sam POV:

Sam growled as she kicked open the doors of the cafeteria and stomped outside, a bag of lunchroom garbage slung over her shoulder. “As soon as we get rid of this trash, I’m gonna find Danny and give him a piece of my—”

But she abruptly fell silent as a flicker of movement caught her eye. She turned to look at it and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw none other than Vlad Plasmius standing in the school parking lot, with Ellie by his side (which immediately raised red flags in Sam’s mind), and—

“Danny!” Sam dropped the trash bag and ran towards the trio of halfas, but she was already far too late. Vlad took off into the sky, with an unconscious Danny slung over his shoulder and Ellie following after him.

Tucker ran up behind her, his bag of trash also forgotten on the pavement as he looked at Sam with wide eyes. “What just happened?”

“Danny just got kidnapped!” Sam shouted, furious at her helplessness. “By Vlad and his so-called cousin!”

“Aww, man…” Tucker groaned. “I should’ve known she was evil when she ruined our lunch.”

“That’s what made you think she was evil?” Sam said incredulously. “Not the cloud of suspicion practically looming over her?”

Tucker shrugged. “Well, I mean—”

“Manson! Foley!”

The two teens whirled around to see Mr. Lancer standing in the doorway with a scowl on his face as he tapped his foot impatiently. “Why aren’t you two in the cafeteria? Cleaning?”

Lost for words, Sam glanced at Tucker for help. He gave her a pleading look as he whispered, “We have to help him!”

Sam groaned. Obviously they had to help Danny—he was their best friend, after all—but she knew they were going to be in a lot of trouble for doing so. “Well, we… were planning to ditch school and run off with Danny.” She told Mr. Lancer with a helpless shrug. And yes, she was getting Danny in trouble, too. Just for a bit of payback.

“Y-yeah!” Tucker nodded. “And there’s nothing you can do about it, uhh… old man…?”

Sam mentally facepalmed. Great. Now, instead of having detention for maybe a month for just skipping school, they’d have detention until graduation. Thanks, Tuck.

Mr. Lancer’s eyes went wide with disbelief and rage. “OLD MAN?!”

And with that, Sam and Tucker fled the high school grounds, sprinting across the parking lot with Mr. Lancer hobbling after them.

“Do… you… think… we lost him?” Tucker panted, out of breath as they came to a stop outside Sam’s house.

“Duh,” Sam replied as she unlocked the front door and ushered him inside. “Have you seen how out of shape he is?”

Sam led Tucker into her house and straight to the basement entrance. She pushed Tucker inside without a word, before closing the door and locking it behind them.

“Uhh, why are we here?” Tucker asked, following Sam as she made her way down the stairs.

“My parents let me use the basement as my personal library,” Sam answered, as if that was a completely normal thing for parents to do. “And we need some privacy for what we’re about to do.”

“And that is…?” Tucker questioned.

“Contact Danny’s mentor.”

“Wait, what?!” Tucker looked at Sam like she was crazy. “Why? And how?”

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Sam flipped a light switch on the side of the wall, turning on the overhead lights and revealing a small, dimly lit library. The shelves were crammed with books and jars and candles, and the desk against the far wall was covered in papers, pens, and pencils, amidst which sat an expensive-looking laptop.

Sam walked over to one of the shelves and pulled out a dusty old tome, brushing off its cover before she began flipping through the pages. “After the whole ordeal with Evil Danny, I figured it would be a good idea for us to have our own way to contact Thanatos whenever Danny is unable to. So I started looking into witchcraft.” She shrugged, as if that was a completely normal thing to do.

“Hey! Don’t say his name!” Tucker hissed. “Danny said not to! And witchcraft? What—”

“Tucker, we’re trying to get his attention,” Sam reminded him. “I am going to say his name. Y’know what?” Sam set the book back down and looked up at the ceiling. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “HEY! THANATOS! WE’RE TALKING ABOUT YOU!!!”

Her voice echoed through the room, and Tucker looked nervously over his shoulder, half expecting said god to pop out of the shadows. But as the echo faded and silence returned, Thanatos did not appear.

“See? It didn’t even work,” Sam said with another nonchalant shrug, turning back to the book and resuming her search. “Now are you gonna help me or what?”

“Are we really going to do this?” Tucker squeaked. “We’re going to summon the literal god of death?”

“Yep.” Sam answered, popping the ‘p’. She stopped on a page and skimmed over it, before stepping away from the table. She walked over to another set of shelves and picked up a jar of black, ashy powder. “Yes,” she mumbled to herself. “And dried poppies…” She skimmed over the contents of the shelf, before grabbing another jar filled with red flower petals. She moved to leave but faltered, before grabbing a little bundle of what looked like dried sticks with little pale flowers. “Hmm… do you think Thanatos would be considered evil?”

“What? I-I dunno, why?” Tucker asked, bewildered.

“Because I think it might be a good idea to throw in some verbena officinalis,” Sam replied, waving the dried flowers in his direction. “To ward off any evil spirits we may attract while doing this. But if Thanatos falls into that group then it’ll ward him off as well.”

Sam hummed thoughtfully for a moment, while Tucker turned so pale he looked like he was about to faint.

“Nah,” Sam said decisively, tossing the bundle back on the shelf. “I think we’ll be fine.”

“Sam, I-I personally think that this is maybe, y’know, the worst idea ever,” Tucker said weakly.

“Nonsense, Tuck.” Sam walked to the center of the room and set the jars on the floor. “Now grab the chalk off my desk.”

Tucker trudged over to the desk and grabbed the little box of blackboard chalk, before he paused. “Wait, don’t these ritual things usually require, like, blood or an animal sacrifice or something?”

“Tucker, please. I’m vegan. Plants will work fine. Probably.”

Once Sam had finished drawing the “summoning circle,” she walked along its outer edges and placed the gathered ingredients. Dried poppy petals were scattered within the ten-foot wide circle, and Sam also poured the ashen powder in a thin line along the circle’s perimeter. She had filled the inside of the circle with chalk symbols from the book, along with Greek characters from her notes, spelling out Thanatos’ name and his most common epithets: Leukokhrotos, Acherontis, and Paian. The finishing touch had been placing lit candles equidistantly along the circle’s edge.

Now ready, Sam knelt down beside the circle, the desk behind her, and sat the tome down in front of her. Tucker stood nervously by the desk, biting his nails as he waited for Sam to begin the ritual. Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she held her hands out in front of her, palms down and hovering over the intricately drawn chalk lines.

“Thanatos,” Sam spoke clearly, her voice echoing through the underground room. “God of Death. Brother of Sleep and son of Night. I humbly request your presence in my hour of need.”

Sam paused and waited. Yet nothing happened. The room was the same, with the faint buzzing of the fluorescent lightbulbs above, and Tucker cowering by the desk. There was no sign of Thanatos.

So Sam continued. “Master of dead men. Messenger of fate and harbinger of death. I call on you now. I have spoken your name, and now I speak your epithets. Leukokhrotos, the white-skinned, for blood is the elixir of life and under your touch, it ceases to flow and the flesh grows pale. Acherontis, the woeful, for sorrow follows in your wake. And Paian, the healer, for death is the cure to all illness, including life.”

Taking a deep breath, Sam glanced at the notes she had written down in the margins of the pages. She hadn’t been able to pick up Greek as easily as Danny had, so she had written down phrases she may need if the time ever came that she had to summon Thanatos. Which it now had. A frisson of energy raced across her skin as warmth and power gathered within her. :By the power that I possess, I summon you.:

Sam paused, waiting once more. For a moment, nothing changed, but then the overhead light grew brighter for a split second before flickering out, leaving only the orangey glow from the weak, fluttering flames of the candles.

“Uhh, was that you or did the power just go out?” Tucker asked with a nervous chuckle. “It was just the power, right?”

Sam frowned. Honestly, she wasn’t sure. She had no idea if this whole crazy idea would even work. But considering she didn’t have the god of death’s phone number, this was the best she had. So she took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she pressed her fingers to the chalk outline in front of her.

She could feel the energy deep in her chest, and she focused on trying to push it out, down her arms and through her fingers, into the diagram in front of her. The energy obeyed, and she could feel as it thrummed through her veins. Tucker yelped behind her, and Sam opened her eyes to find that the chalk outline was now glowing white.

“How are you doing that?!” Tucker cried.

Sam didn’t know. She had read about magic and witchcraft—she had always found those subjects fascinating—but to actually be doing something like this? This had been more of a desperate, half-baked idea than anything. She had no idea how it was actually working.

But working it was, and Sam was going to use that to her advantage. :Thanatos,: she spoke aloud. :I call on you now. Appear before me.:

The candle flames began to flicker wildly, as if a strong wind were trying to smother them. That same force sent poppy flowers scattering across the floor while leaving the lines of ashen powder undisturbed, yet Sam and Tucker felt nothing—not even a hint of air moving past them.

Sam glanced back at Tucker, who was watching her with wide, fearful eyes. She saw movement behind him, and she realized that the shadows had begun to stretch and shift, looking as if they were inky black syrup dripping from the ceiling. They slid down the walls and along the floor, flowing in rivulets across the stone as they pooled in the middle of the chalk circle where a dark, shifting mass was forming.

A chill ran down Sam’s spine as a quiet whispering reached her ears. She couldn’t understand it, so she glanced back at Tucker again, but his lips weren’t moving. And neither were hers. The whispers sounded as if they were coming from right beside her, but when she turned there was no one there.

:Thanatos…: She began again, faltering as the indecipherable whispers grew louder, as if speaking to her. As if trying to warn her. :Come to me.:

The mass of darkness and shadow began to grow, spreading from the center of the circle and out into the room. It recoiled when it reached the ring of black powder, and a sinister, angry feeling washed over Sam, as if the darkness was demanding to be released. The whispering grew louder, more frantic, and the nonexistent wind grew stronger, scattering papers from the desk and dried plants from the shelves.

She could hear Tucker scrambling to his feet behind her, and she looked back and saw that black, inky tendrils of smoke had begun to reach out from the shadows on the walls. Her heart leapt into her throat as they reached towards Tucker, who scurried back until he bumped into Sam’s back.

“Sam!” He whimpered as he grabbed her shoulder. “Make it stop, please!”

Sam turned back to the circle, her hands shaking as she poured more energy into her efforts. :Thanatos! God of—:

The mass within the circle rose up, writhing like an angry beast, and the whispering suddenly became almost deafening. Like hundreds of voices, all trying to speak over her at once, sounding like a hurricane in her ears. The air around her turned frigid, and she suddenly felt a dark force in the room with them, like a demon breathing icicles down her neck.

Sam tried to reference her notes, but the page had blown away, and she couldn’t move her hands. She pulled, but it felt like they were glued to the floor—to the chalk circle. The circle’s glow grew brighter, and Sam tried to pull away, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t move—

~Thanatos!~ She cried over the roar of the wind. ~I summon you now! I need you now!~

Suddenly, from the shadows in the center of the ring rose Thanatos, and he did not look happy. He immediately went to the edge of the circle and smudged it with his sandal, breaking the chalk line. The whispers fell silent, and the lights flickered back on as the shadows fled, returning to their natural state. The chill left the room, and within mere seconds it was as if nothing had even happened.

Tucker yelped, while Sam breathed a shaky sigh of relief as she pulled her hands away at last. Her plan had worked. Now they could tell Thanatos about—

But she faltered as Thanatos’ form flickered. For a split second his chiton became long black hooded robes of smoke, and his glimmering wings turned oily and ragged, like a vulture’s. His hands looked skeletal and gray, and a feeling of pure fear ran down Sam’s spine. This… was not Thanatos. The aura was different. Different, yet… familiar, somehow, in a way that she didn’t understand.

But just as quickly, the being returned to the normal Thanatos that she knew. His clean, glossy feathers bristled as he turned on his heel to face Sam and Tucker, a frustrated scowl on his face.

“What were you thinking?” Thanatos hissed. “Do you two even know what you could have summoned?”

Tucker, still pale and shaky, shook his head and immediately pointed at Sam. “She did it!”

Thanatos’ gaze landed on Sam, and his scowl deepened. “Romaïkós,” he muttered under his breath. “And a witch to boot.”

Romaikos? Sam didn’t recognize the word, but before she could say anything Thanatos continued. “I do not recommend trying that ever again,” he said coldly.

“We didn’t have a choice!” Sam exclaimed defensively. “Danny’s in trouble!”

Thanatos’ scowl remained, but the look in his eyes shifted to one of concern. “What do you mean?”

“Vlad kidnapped him!” Tucker shouted, waving his hands frantically. “We saw him fly away with Danny and his cousin!”

Thanatos tilted his head, confused. “His cousin?”

“Well, I dunno if she’s actually Danny’s cousin, but—” Tucker began, but Sam cut him off.

“That’s not important right now, Tucker!” She turned back to Thanatos with a pleading look. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but we need your help finding him. Please. We’re really worried.”

Thanatos regarded her for a moment before holding his arm out in front of him. He had a silver mark like Danny’s, but the letters were different. Fántasma… Phantom? Sam wondered as she read the mark slowly, ignoring the sudden headache threatening to form behind her eyes. That must be referring to Danny…

Thanatos ran his fingers over the silver letters, and frowned. “I can’t sense him…” He muttered under his breath. Thanatos looked back up at Sam and Tucker, his expression carefully neutral. “Forgive me, but there is someone I must speak with.”

“Wait, wait!” Sam started, but Thanatos was already gone. “Dang it!”

“So, uhh, what do we do now?” Tucker asked her. “Because he wasn’t very helpful.”

Sam scowled as she dragged a hand down her face. No, Thanatos hadn’t been helpful at all. So it looked like they would have to rescue Danny on their own. “… wait a minute, Tuck. What about the Boo-merang?”

~~~~~

We had a fun time trying to make this chapter spooky. We don’t know anything about witchcraft though, so we made it all up. We also had a lot of fun researching Thanatos’ epithets and stuff. :)

So, you guys know how we type words spoken in Greek <b>:like this?:</b> Well, if you’re wondering ~What this means…~ It’s Latin. And if you’re wondering what “Romaïkós” means? It’s Greek for “Roman.” :)

And Danny… Why in the world did you not just teach your friends about Iris-messaging??? So that they don’t end up summoning demons in their basements???

First: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 32

Next: Chapter 34

#danny phantom #dani phantom #vlad masters #sam manson #tucker foley #thanatos #taot #the apprentice of thanatos #lotu #legacy of the underworld #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #tw: witchcraft #kinda?#spirits get summoned

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pjsk-writin · 1 year

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SORRIES IF IM EVER REQUESTING TOO MUCH!!! 🙏🙏 hopefully I’m not if so just LMK or sum 😭😭

But!! Could I get a (preferably platonic) Mafuyu x Reader that are like kindred spirits that meet on Nightcord?? requesting for my OC so I’m gon get a lil specific 🙏

kindred spirits as in they both have mommy issues, but the readers issue is that his mom neglects him and he acts as freely as he wants (thus driving people away w how blunt he is)

KINDA LIKE they have some similarities but are opposites at the same time if that makes sense?? WWW hopefully it doesn’t sound too confusing!! TYSM <333

WAAA dw you could never req too much!!! I always love writing so its ok <33 but OOO this sounds super cool, i hope you like this!! <3

♤ KINDRED SPIRITS - Mafuyu Asahina x Reader

Mafuyu had met some very interesting people on Nightcord. Most of them were the members of Niigo, but the other person was you

The two of you had an interesting start; She was playing into her kind persona, and you were showing that you clearly didn't give a shit

The two of you spent weeks talking to each other like this, and it became very clear that something was wrong in the other

Eventually, one conversation led to another, and you were both talking about your mothers

Mafuyu had hid a lot of it at first, but when you very blatantly stated that your mom had neglected you for as long as you could remember, she felt better talking about her issues

The two of you became a very odd pair to people whether they knew you two or not

To any outsiders, it was strange to see the well behaved and exceptional Mafuyu hanging out with the blunt and careless you

To Niigo, it was even stranger that she made a friend outside of them who also knew about her issues. What did you do to gain her trust like that?

The two of you occasionally have nights where you talk/complain about your moms. You lovingly call it "Mommy Issues Night" and you can't see her, but you can feel Mafuyu’s stare through the screen-

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #mafuyu asahina x reader #asahina mafuyu x reader

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sylvieeee5 · 1 year

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episode the FOURTH

okay it’s LATE and i forgot i had an event today but i said this lb would be out today and it’s gonna be TODAY DANG IT

(soooo spoiler: i didn’t finish 😅 see you tomorrow for the last 2/3 i suppose!)

i've got eggnog and a danish and i am READYYYYYY let's go!

!Warning!! Book/show spoilers ahead!

1:09

Aaaaaand that's how you get an insanely high fee because the cabbie "accidentally" left the meter running while in gridlock.

Lookin' at you, New York.

1:49

I'm so glad Constance has found a kindred spirit sajhdkdah

1:56

DJAKSSKCASDA i thought it was gonna stop at

"Have you gone insane?"

"Most likely..."