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weavingletters · 11 years

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She hadn't even got dressed yet. Still in her sleepclothes, she sat hunched over on her computer, bored fingers tapping away at the keyboard and clicking on the mouse. Her face held no expression except for the occasional smile that flickered on her features.The sunlight weakly lit up her room through the closed curtains, the light mainly coming from her lit computer screen. Her dash sometimes repeated posts as many of the people she followed reblogged them from each other. She had been on tumblr for at least an hour now. Maybe longer. She wasn't exactly sure how much time had passed, but she did know she'd have to close the tab soon so she could get started on that science whojamawhatsits. Sighing, she clicked the little 'x' and stood up to stretch and get food. A sound like someone tapping on glass interrupted her nice long stretch. She glanced to the window, illogically thinking someone could tapping it even though her window was too high for anyone to reach. The tapping came again, but this time she could pinpoint where the sound came from. As she turned towards it, a slightly muffled voice accompanied the taps.

"Hello there. What do we have here?" The girl found the source of the noise and gasped, a little unnerved.

"Doctor?" She whispered, more than a little confused. A pop-up had appeared on her computer screen, the Doctor's face filling the window. He was looking straight at her, a thoughtful, frowning expression adorning his features.

"Doctor, come on! We've gotta go." The voice with the Scottish accent came from behind the Doctor and the owner pushed him aside so she could see what he was looking at. The girl stood there, not knowing what to do or think. "What are you even looking at?"

"Nononono. Can't you see her?" He glanced at Amy next to him as she shook her head, staring intently through the screen. "She's standing right there! Messy hair," The girl frowned and brought her hand to her head, a little bit insulted, "loose clothes..." The man on the screen brought up his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the camera. He did a little bit of what she assumed to be scanning and turned it off "also able to hear us. Oops! Sorry!"

"You'd better be sorry." The girl muttered, heading back to her chair in front of the computer. "My hair ain't that bad." The Doctor chuckled in response and she froze. "You can... hear-"

"What are you talking about? There's nothing there!" Amy cut her off mid sentence and turned to walk away. "You coming or what, Doctor?"

He frowned a little and looked at the girl straight in her eyes. "There definitely is someone there and I have a feeling she's going to be magnificently important someday." He shifted a little and she got a glimpse of Amy and Rory in the background, laughing about something. "What do you think? Do you think you could be important one day?" She hesitated before answering with a shake of her head.

"I couldn't be anything important." She replied quietly. She looked down to her knees, making sure her hair covered her face.

"Wrong." Came the voice on the computer. She looked up, a little surprised. "That's where you'd be wrong. You're going to be incredibly important. Maybe not in the way you want, but in the way you need to be." He smiled encouragingly at her. "You are going to be magnificent. Always believe that." The girl and the Doctor stared at each other for a while. She was just about to open her mouth to respond when a Scottish accent called out.

"Doctor! Come on! We're going to be late!" He turned away from her and she just managed to catch what he said back to Amy as he ran back to her and Rory.

"I've got a time machine! We can't be late."

Then the pop-up closed.

#Doctor Who #not sure where to put this #erm #fanfiction #there we go #a little bit of inspiration I guess

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weavingletters · 11 years

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aaah it was nice writing about my characters. I haven't done so in so long. Hope you enjoy it!!

The smog was heavy. It pressed down on the ruins of Gorgothmir. The once glorious city had been tall and beautiful. The elderly, the people who could remember, said that the buildings had been so tall and were so intricately designed that the goddesses themselves would have their weekly dances on the tops of the spires. Many had believed the city to be blessed by Anfarli, the Great Goddess, and had many names for it. The Golden City. The City of Sacred Light.

A cheerful, tuneless whistle echoed throughout the city. The silence retreated from the noise with a threat, but the whistler paid it no mind. Drulid walked through the desolate streets as though it were any other town or village. He felt his foot hit something and the faint jingle of metal reached his ears. Pausing in his whistling, he looked down and found his foot had connected with abandoned keys probably for a rusting anbike. He picked them up with a thoughtful look on his face and pressed the unlock button. A faint horn sounded from somewhere in the smog and a grin found its way onto his face.

"Awesome!" The keys went into a bag at his side and he carried on walking. He began humming a song his father used to sing to him. It was lively and daring. Although the grin stayed on his face and his demeanour appeared calm, his eyes flicked from side to side as though waiting for something. His fingers twitched and he couldn't help glancing at the buildings his friends were watching from. He had been walking around the same few streets for almost an hour whistling and humming, trying to entice the deathwalkers to him. Drulid had long since decided that being bait was not fun but, as Jutter had so nicely put, he was the most annoying out of the five of them. Deathwalkers were bound to come out of wherever they were hiding just to shut him up.

Drulid quite resented that statement.

A quiet shuffling noise came from behind him. The sound was dampened by the smog so Drulid almost missed it. Almost. He stopped walking and took his bag from off his shoulder to look around it. His humming became actual words as he searched.

"So if you see the Boogeyman turn and laugh at him. He'll get so scared, caught unprepared and dive under your bed again."

His fingers closed around the object he was searching for and brought it out as he came to the end of the song. The fire ruby gave off a warm glow that gave his hand an eerie shine. The shuffling noise got closer and closer behind him. Drulid murmured an unintelligible word and the stone's glow became brighter. Satisfied with the result, he turned around and searched for movement. He didn't have to look for long. Three deathwalkers were stalking him, heading towards him with their stiff and awkward gait. The sight of them repulsed him and he couldn't help the shiver that ran through him. He glared at them coldly. They weren't particularly fast, but what they lacked in speed they made up for with cunning and an ability that was fatal. If you were to look directly into their eyes, you would become their puppet. Your body was no longer your own. They would make you do whatever they wanted you to do, which was normally let yourself be eaten. If you were lucky, they would keep you alive and use you as bait to lure in unsuspecting victims. Or turn you.

Their bodies were skeletally thin. Every bone could be seen through their yellow skin. The name deathwalkers came from their dead-like appearance, like they shouldn't be able to lift a fly, never mind walk. They had no hair on their bodies at all. Teeth erupted from their mouths, long and jagged, perfect for tearing flesh and gnawing bone.

Drulid brought the stone to the front of him, aiming at the middle of the creatures, and tapped it with his index finger twice. A bright streak of fire-like light shot out of it and hit the creature through its chest. The fire spread from the hole and turned the thing into smouldering ash. The other two looked at the pile of deathwalker remains and back at Drulid, screeching with rage. Without looking at them, he shot another streak of light into the sky and placed the ruby back in its bag before dropping it to the floor. After hearing that screech, more deathwalkers would be coming. It was likely they were already there, waiting in the shadows. The two deathwalkers were moving towards him quicker now. The one he had burned was already reforming itself, the ash becoming bones and skin once again. The Aneri glanced behind him and saw 7 more deathwalkers coming out of the buildings and alleys. He cursed. He was itching to get into battle, but without his sword all he could was wait.

Tira arrived first. She threw Thrandil to Drulid before unsheathing her own sword. He caught it with almost no effort. By the time he had glanced to the ever growing number of creatures and back, Tira had already torn apart 3 deathwalkers and was onto her third. Elves were fast. Jutter came next. Drulid had just killed his first one and turned to smile at the team's unofficial leader. The mithr rolled his eyes and drew his daggers, ready to face the walker heading towards him. Rennor and Molky came at the same time. Molky already had her first arrow notched and drawn back, ready to fire. The precision of the arrow she shot was so unerring; it went through the bodies of two walkers and stuck itself in a third. At this point, the group was almost overwhelmed by the things. The whole city had been overrun with them and it actually quite surprised the 5 of them that they had hidden themselves so well.

After watching the fight from a ways away, Rennor charged into the fray, leaving Molky behind to shoot arrow after arrow from her bow. The 18 year old found himself almost back to back with his elder brother. It was something that he always managed to do and it kind of annoyed him. He was never sure if it was him finding his way to his brother or his brother finding his way to him.

"Hey Ren," Drulid smirked as he ducked under a clawed hand, "you doing okay?"

"Never better, brother dear." He replied as he dodged a particularly vicious swipe. "How about you?" Dru shifted his right arm in response to show Rennor the bleeding gash.

"I've been better and I've been worse." Dru answered. Rennor scowled as they got separated again. He hated the fact that his brother was right; he had been worse. That gash was just one wound in a long line of many others. It frustrated him to no end. As he slashed and dodged and thrust, he heard a faint fwip behind him. Finishing off the walker in front of him, he turned to see an arrow sticking out of a skeletal body behind him. He turned to Molky and found her already aiming at her next target.

~(.*.)~

Almost an hour later, they were still fighting. There had been more deathwalkers than they had planned for and it didn't help that if you didn't hit them just right with the correct metal, they wouldn't die. The five of them were all still alive, but were running on their last vestiges of energy. There weren't many of the things left now, but enough to keep their attentions divided. Jutter was the worst off. Blood poured from different holes and scratches on his body and there was definitely a black eye forming. He favoured his left leg and a scowl of pain adorned his features. Molky was only a little better. Having ran out of arrows only a quarter of the way through the fight, the dwarf had taken to her sword, which she was only average with. Green blood trickled from a small scratch on her forehead. There was enough blood flowing that it went into her eyes and obscured her vision slightly. Tira and Rennor were the ones faring best, although they had not escaped a few cuts and bruises.

Drulid was getting just a little frustrated with the things. He performed a complex manoeuvre and took out two walkers at once. Feeling slight smugness with that small victory, he smiled. He glanced around to see if the rest of them were doing okay when he caught the eye of a deathwalker and his body suddenly froze. The eyes were horrible. The whites were so bloodshot that it was barely white at all. A bruised purple flecked with yellow ringed the pupils. The pupils were so dark and so big that Drulid felt he was being sucked into them. They were so terrible and he felt scared. Those eyes were everything. He took a step forward. Glee that was not his own filled his head and a voice, slithery and sinister, spoke.

Yes. Come. Come to me, brave one. Come and rest. You've waited long to rest, have you not? Come and rest. Come to me and sleep forever.

The words echoed throughout his whole being. He tried to struggle against the pull he felt. He tried to struggle against his own body, but in the face of such horrible eyes, he could do nothing but feel scared and like a child again.

You want this. You are tired, aren't you? Don't struggle against me. This is what you wanted after all. You came to this battle tired. You planned to die like this.

Without meaning to, as though it could not only control his movements, but his mind as well, he felt himself agreeing. He felt himself accepting his fate.

I wonder if it will hurt. He felt himself idly wondering as his body walked, eyes still fixed on the purple ones.

Of course it will. But you deserve it, don't you? For everything bad you've ever done. You've hurt a great many people. This is only your punishment. You deserve it. But don't worry. After the pain, there is nothing at all. You can finally sleep.

Distantly, he could hear Rennor shouting him.

He's better off without you. You know that.

Hands grabbed at his arm and tried to pull him back. When his head turned to look at the owner of the hands, he found his brother looking desperately at him.

"Drulid! Come on Dru! You can fight this! You're stronger -" He cut himself off when he saw Drulid drawing back his sword arm. "Dru?"

He's getting in the way of your well-deserved rest. Kill him.

The sword stuck in Rennor's side and the younger brother let go of the elder. The Aneri turned back to the creature and carried on walking. Behind him, he could hear the soft thump of a body hitting earth.

He was almost there - almost made it down the ruined street with the slithering voice making assurances all the way - when a flicker of silver and blue distracted his focus. Still under the spell, he looked behind the walker and saw Tira just as she disconnected the thing's head from its body. It felt like a punch to his gut when he could finally move himself. He gasped for breath and looked at the elf. He was surprised to see the anger on her face as she glared at the body. It was gone again when she looked back at Drulid, the emotionless face back.

"Go to your brother." She told him. He nodded and ran back to where his brother lay with his sword still in his side. There were only a few creatures left and the others could quite easily deal with them. He dropped down next to his brother and was glad to see him still breathing. Barely.

"Rennor? Anfar, please be okay. Ren, answer me. Are you okay?"

"Never better." He wheezed. Dru almost giggled with relief. Almost.

"Good. Okay, good. I'm sorry, Anfar, I'm so so sorry. Okay I'm gonna heal you as best as I can, okay? Okay, here goes..." Drulid closed his eyes and concentrated his anearal through the small fire ruby in his pendant. He pulled the sword out of his brother and put his hands over it, trying to keep the blood where it should be. He visualised the anearal searching through the wound, seeing how deep it was. Thankfully, it had only nicked a rib bone and been unable to penetrate any major organs. He then concentrated on making it stitch up the wound, closing it from the inside out. The discomfort of the wound closing itself made Rennor grimace. He opened his eyes when it stopped just in time to see Drulid sway slightly and his eyes droop a little before grinning his 'I'm simply the best' smile.

"That should do it. I'm not able to replace the blood so you'll be a little tired for a while. So. You sleep and I'll carry you back." He stood up and glanced at Jutter who had just finished off his last deathwalker, a look of disgust on his face. Rennor was about to protest and push himself up when he felt his eyes close and sleep overtake him.

~(-*-)~

He woke up to find himself being unceremoniously dumped on a scratchy inn bed. Opening his eyes, he saw his brother yawning and stretching. He watched as Drulid made his way over to the rug next to the fire.

"Dick." Rennor practically snarled. Dru turned to smirk at him as he lay down.

"I told you, you needed to sleep."

"I could've walked back. You didn't need to put me to sleep." Dru sighed and closed his eyes.

"Just go back to sleep, Ren." He said quietly, almost asleep himself. There was a rustling as the 18 year old tried to get himself comfy without hurting his once-wound, then silence. For a while.

"I'm sorry, Furil." came the tired voice from the rug.

"I forgive you. I always forgive you, Andril." Rennor replied, but his brother was already softly snoring.

When Jutter entered the room later, slightly tipsy from drinking, both brothers were asleep and the fire had almost gone out. Snorting softly to himself, he grabbed a blanket from the cupboard and threw it over Drulid. Then, slipping quietly into the other bed, he thought about Molky and Tira still drinking downstairs and the fact that they were all still alive.

#originalprompt #Its set in a post-apocalyptic world #but not ours #Story without name #The battle at Gorgothmir #original story

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weavingletters · 11 years

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Here you go nice anon! I loved writing this!! Mainly because I really really love snow and winter so thank you!

I pull the blanket tighter around my body before I'm even fully awake. An errant thought floats through my half awake mind.

I'm not sure why, but this brings me even further to the surface of my sleep, enough to carry me over into the waking world. Wanting to go back to sleep, I keep my eyes closed and let my mind drift again. Sleep doesn't come back to embrace me again though so I sigh and sit up, only opening my eyes after yawning. A sense of wrongness encompasses me and for a moment I don't know why. Only a moment.

It's quiet. I look at the window across the room from me. It's currently covered by a thick blind, blocking most light from shining through. Where are all the cars? I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stumble to the window. The pulley system of the blind confuses me only for a second as I'm still not fully awake, but I soon manage to view the outside world. The light blinds me for a moment and I have to blink a couple of times before I can see. When I can see, I gasp. The whole world is white.

Snow has blanketed the tiny portion of earth that I can see. I can see no trace of the ground that is underneath. So much has fallen. From what I can see on the trees, there must be 10 inches of the stuff. And it's still falling. It is coming down in thick flakes, slowly, gently. The flakes settle on the fresh, crisp snow on the floor. So much of it everywhere. This miniscule patch of the world that my eyes can take in might as well be the entire world because there is nothing else but the snow and the houses.

The houses. The road. Where are all the cars? I think again. Where is everyone? In the time I've been stood at the window watching the snow fall, nothing living has moved. Not even behind the curtains in the windows. Frowning, I look at the snow already on the ground and it is blank, untouched. No-one has ventured outside at all. That in itself is odd. Usually the cars still stubbornly make their way down the main road, the drivers desperately trying to get to work. Children have usually found their sleds and wellies and really thick coats to make their way to the steep hill that's great for sliding down when it has snowed. But there is no-one and nothing. It's like I'm the only one left on earth.

I shiver, the warmth of sleep leaving me for the cold of snow and wakefulness. I turn away from the window, letting the blind fall back in pace. The room is dark again now and I get back in bed to cover myself in blankets and get warm. That's when confusion hits me with full force. I whine, torn between the blissful joy of the snow and the horrible confusing thoughts. Looking towards the window once again, one thought out of the many hundreds comes to the forefront of my mind.

But.... it's August....

#originalprompt #snow #I love snow #and #winter #I love that too #oooh #anon

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weavingletters · 11 years

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HEY!! So a few months ago (or however long ago it was... I can't remember) I had an idea for a Danny Phantom AU in which Danny was put in a coma in the accident. Since then, I've been researching different things to make this story much more believable and have also been working on a picture for it. Although its going terribly. But! I've managed to write the prologue to this thing and have started chapter 1. I decided I'd let you read the prologue though.

(pssst, I haven't come up with a name for it so if you have any ideas please let me know)

Also, thanks to lexiepiper or Alexis or whatever she's known as on here because she's the one who helped me with the things I didn't understand. You're amazing!!!

When Danny Fenton stepped into the machine his parents had built, he was thinking two things. The first and foremost thought was that he wanted to help his parents. They had looked so disappointed and Danny could tell they were about ready to give up the thing they had pursued their whole lives when it didn't work. They had spent all of Danny's 14 years and then some working on this project. To see all that work go to waste was almost heartbreaking.

The word 'coma' comes from the Greek word 'koma' which means deep sleep.

The second thought was that it was a stupid idea and he should stop. But with his friend's looking to him, waiting to see what would happen, he couldn't back out. So he carried on. Nothing happened in the first few steps he took. He breathed out and glanced back to Sam and Tucker. They smiled at him encouragingly. Sam even gave him a thumbs up.

It may be a transient phenomenon during acute illness or persist in the long-term. Patients in a coma are alive yet unable to perceive or react meaningfully to their external environment. A minority of coma patients may be able to open their eyes occasionally or groan and withdraw limbs from painful stimuli, but those in 'deep' coma do not exhibit these responses.

He looked around the cavern of metal and wires, hoping to spot something that might need fixing. The white and black suit felt too tight and restricting, making it difficult for him to breathe. His foot hit a loose panel in the floor causing him to lose his balance. He placed his hand on the closest wall, trying to regain his footing. A click made him pause and he lifted his hand to look at what it landed on. A green button had been pushed down and was glowing slightly. The word 'ON' flashed up on the small metal panel and a whirring noise began to fill Danny's ears.

If a patient should flatline, measures are taken to bring the patient back. Such measures include CPR and defibrillation, which are the two main ones.

It was slow at first. The whirring sounded like any other machine that was taking its time to warm up. But it soon got faster. He panicked and looked at his two friends who were now calling his name - urging him to return to them quickly. In his haze of panic, he felt his legs begin to move, but slow. Far too slow. The machine started glowing and a wind that came from further in the portal pulled at him. It slowed him down considerably and a green goo-like substance started forming around him, sticking to the hazmat suit and his skin and his hair.

If it takes too long to bring the patient back, it can result in a Vegetative State. If the Vegetative State lasts for 4 weeks and more, it is known as Persistent Vegetative State.

Lightning-like electricity zipped around the inside of the machine. Danny desperately reached to his friends who stood horrified at the edge of the portal, their mouths forming words that he couldn't hear over the wind and energy. Time had seemed to slow down as he was pulled slowly back into the inside by the vortex formed by the wind and goo. Tears welled in his eyes as he screamed in fear, which soon became screams of pain as bolt after bolt of energy struck him over and over. His vision became hazy with the green that swirled around him, the inside of the lab and his friends fading from his view. He screamed his friends' names one last time, his boyish voice breaking with overwhelming fear and pain.

A Persistent Vegetative State can follow a coma. There is loss of ability to think and of awareness of surroundings, but non-cognitive function and normal sleep patterns remain. Although they lose their higher brain functions, other key functions such as breathing and circulation remain relatively intact.

Danny whimpered as his vision faded to black. Unconscious, he couldn't feel the hands that brought him out of the green vortex. He couldn't hear his friends sobbing and calling his name. He couldn't hear the sirens that took him away from his home, or his mother and father calling his name in desperation, or his sister crying and holding his hand and yelling at their parents.

Permanent Vegetative State is when it is thought there will never be any recovery from the condition. The longer the condition persists, the less chance of recovery there will be.

Danny was asleep.

#Danny Phantom #fanfiction #DP coma AU

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weavingletters · 11 years

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As I listen the words you've spoken, I find myself in them (even though I'm not really there).

I hear them and even though I know your words are about someone else, I can't help but want them to be about me (but they're not).

I want to believe that I could have that affect on you - that I could make you produce words that form into beautiful sentences (because I'm selfish).

You tell me that they are in the air you breathe, the food you eat. You tell me that they're very self permeates through you (not by your words, but by the way you say them).

You gain enthusiasm the more you speak of them. I can't help but hope you're talking about me, but then you say their name again and the illusion shatters (it soon comes back though).

They are here when you talk. Even miles and miles away, their presence pervades the atmosphere between us. I have never met them, but I know them well. I know their quirks and mannerisms and can hear their laughter (it kinda grates on me).

They do not hear what you say about them. They don't know how you light up when their name is mentioned. Because of that, I can believe for just a few moments that it is me you talk about. That I am the one you think of as your best friend (just for a few moments and no longer).

As I write these words you are talking of them again. Something they did made you laugh and so you explain it to me. I smile as I listen to you through the speakers. You will never read this and think it is for you. I just wish that one day, someone will talk about me like that and I have to tell myself I'm not jealous (but I am).

#original #sorry #something that came into my mind #that I'm no-one's best friend #they all have someone else so #I went a bit soppy #so #poem sorta

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weavingletters · 11 years

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So yes, I am working on something. would you like a sneak peak??? (btw, its rise of the guardians and is set 2 years after the movie.)

Here is your sneak peak:

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do." The people in the room seemed to vehemently deny the words with their silence. The girl outside still screamed. "Except make him more comfortable when he goes."

"No." The whisper came from the elderly man. His body started shaking with sobs barely held back. He repeated the whisper. Then again. And again, until all that could be heard was the whispered 'no's and the young girl's screams. Jack stood horrified staring at the small body on the bed, now knowing the worst. Choked sounds came from his throat as he spoke the name that was being screamed again and again by the girl;

"Jamie." The boy looked up, trying to find the source of the voice. When he spotted it, he couldn't help the smile that fell on his face.

"Jack!" The winter spirit was the same as always. White hair framed a young face with a mischievous smile. He leaned against his staff as he looked down from his vantage point on top of the statue, blue hoodie shifting slightly in the breeze. He jumped down and landed to the side of Jamie and started walking, the young boy following.

"Isn't school over yet? I thought you broke up this week." Jack eyed Jamie's backpack with distaste, knowing it was full with boring books and other school supplies.

"One more day, then its christmas."

#Rise of the Guardians #fanfiction #The Snow Sprite #or maybe #The First Snowsprite #whichever works #yes #it is angst

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Her ghost detector beeped.Val immediately straightened, whatever tiredness she felt was gone. The detector beeped again and she looked at it, trying to determine the ghost's location. It wasn't far away, only a couple of blocks. She ran into the nearest alley, becoming the Red Huntress in a matter of seconds. It took less than a minute to reach the park and even less than that to find the cause of the beeping. There, underneath one of the oldest trees in the park, lay Phantom. At this angle, she could only identify him by his shock of white hair and his monochrome costume. She was as quiet as she could get as she snuck behind him, hoping to catch the ghost boy off guard. Val could practically kick him when she stopped, gun pointing at him. Now she was closer she could see the way his chest rose with each breath he took, the small, content smile on his face, and an arm wrapped around that infernal ghost dog that started it all. "Phantom." She spoke with determination and hate in her voice, thinking that the damn ghost would immediately open his eyes and smirk at her, a witty remark on his tongue. But nothing happened. She tried again. "Phantom." This time the dog opened a lazy eye, wagged his tail slightly, heaved a content sigh, and closed his eye again. Val was bewildered. Could it be that the ghost boy was asleep? But no, ghosts didn't need sleep. It was a fact of their biological make-up. They never got tired, so they never needed sleep. It had to be some sort of trick. As soon as she lowered her guard, Phantom would attack. But... he looked so peaceful. No hint of scheming in his features; just a childish innocence. If it weren't for the slight glow encompassing the pair of ghosts and the shock of white hair, Val would've sworn he was just an ordinary boy around her age. She lowered her gun, her want for revenge fading away at the sight of him asleep. Her visor lifted up so she could look at him better without the red tint and crouched down. She poked his face softly. No response. She tried again, harder. This time he lifted an arm to swat at her. "5 more minutes, mom." The Huntress backed away, startled. "Damnit." She swore softly "Damnit, damnit, damnit." She put her weapon away and jumped on her board, flying away. The boy and his dog slept on, blissfully unaware of their surroundings. It was five minutes later when Val returned, biting her lip nervously and a frown upon her face. She unrolled the blanket she had bought for them and set it down on top of Phantom, tucking it in gently enough to not wake him. She stood up and looked down at her handy work. Satisfied she turned away and sighed. "Sweet dreams, Ghost Boy."

Just a bit of light fluff to help alleviate the pain of all the angst.

I posted this picture before on my normal tumblr, but I cleaned up the edges a bit and stuff and decided to repost it with a short story. And the reason Danny and Cujo are asleep with each other is because they've been playing in the park and Cujo wore Danny out and Danny wore Cujo out and it was all cute and stuff.

So there you have it. Valerie can be nice to Phantom when he's all cute and asleep and stuff.

#Danny Phantom #fanfiction #fluffy fluffy stuff

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weavingletters · 11 years

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Okay, this is much longer than I originally thought it was gonna be. Its the longest short story I've written so far, coming in at about 4 pages. I decided set it in Hogwarts, because coming up with a totally new magic school just didn't seem right at the time. Also... did you used to be ask-mericcup? Cos I'm sure I got a request from ask-mericcup, but I can't find it. If not, then whatever.

I don't know if i did it okay, since i've never written fluff before (not really anyway) and its only a very short bit at the end.

Jack scowled when he saw what was happening under the shade of the tree. He hadn't been in a good mood as it was, thanks to the heat. It was too warm for a summer's day in Scotland. He had been unable to concentrate throughout his favourite lesson, due to overheating and practically melting. He couldn't really melt of course, but it damn sure felt like he could. But now his sour mood had turned bad.

"Can't they give the girl a break?" He growled as he strode over towards the bullies. They were pulling on her long hair, calling her a freak. Sure her hair may be really long (really long), and she may be a complete goody-goody, but the bastards really took it too far. He took his wand from his robes and aimed it at the main culprit of the bullies. "Hey!" they turned to look at him "Leave her the fuck alone!" He shot a couple of well-aimed spells at them. Nothing too serious, just stinging spells meant to scare them off. It worked and they soon dispersed with a few jeers directed at the both of them.

"Thanks Jack." Rapunzel murmured. He kept his wand out ready, in case one or more of them decided to come back.

"You need to stand up for yourself more." He went over to her and checked for any sign that they had done more than pull her hair and call her names. Seeing no bruises or cuts, he sighed in relief and hugged her. "Fight back or something." He knew she never would. She would never hurt a fly if she could help it, but he couldn't help but worry.

"You know I can't do that. Besides, it's not like they're actually hurting me." She smiled up at him, green eyes sparkling with held back tears. Jack sighed in annoyance. It was the same every time and it would always be the same. He started walking away, knowing that Rapunzel would follow. It had always been this way since the very first time they had met.

*~(-.-)~*

"Hey, leave her alone, dickheads!" Jack pulled out his wand and aimed it at the one currently pulling the girl's hair.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, Frost?" He had sneered, forcing the girl onto her knees by twisting his hand into her hair. Jack wasted no time with any more threats, instead firing a curse at him. The bully's eyes widened and he ducked, the curse missing him by a hairsbreadth. His eyes narrowed as he weighed out his options. Jack fired another curse, making the decision for him. He let go of the girl's hair and walked off, a sneer on his face.

"Whatever. She's not worth my time." He bumped into Jack's shoulder as he walked past. The girl looked up to him, tears in her eyes.

"You okay?" He asked, walking up to her and offering her his hand. She took it and nodded as she got to her feet. "What's with your hair anyway?" She stiffened slightly and backed away.

"I like it." She almost growled defensively. Her hands immediately went to braid her hair to keep it off the ground. Jack smiled and held up his hands as though surrendering.

"Okay, okay." He held out his hand for her to shake "I'm Jack. What's your name Raven?" He asked. She frowned at the reference to her blue and bronze tie, her obvious link to Ravenclaw.

"Rapunzel." She replied, shaking his hand suspiciously. "You're being nice for a Snake." Obvious retaliation for the Raven remark. The Slytherin laughed, not expecting her to be so much on the defensive.

"Hey, I'm a nice person!" There was a moments silence and he turned to walk off. He needed to go to the library to do some last minute homework. He had gotten halfway to the library before he realised that the Ravenclaw was following him, a curious look on her face. He ignored her, thinking that maybe they were just heading in the same direction by coincidence. It soon became obvious this wasn't the case when he sat down at a table in the library and she stood hesitantly behind him. He didn't even turn around when he next spoke.

"Sit down if you're gonna sit down. If not, then get out of here." She hesitated a few seconds more before she walked around and sat down opposite him.

"Why'd you help me out?"

"What, you'd rather I left you there?" She shook her head, eyes boring into him as he half-heartedly concentrated on his transfiguration work. "They were being jerks. I'm not gonna let jerks get away with being jerks." They were silent for a few minutes as Jack got increasingly more frustrated. Rapunzel broke the silence.

"Would you like help?" He looked up in surprise. She got up and sat down in the chair next to him, reading through what he had written. He was about to say something when someone else beat him to it.

"Rapunzel?" Both of them looked up and Rapunzel smiled at the Hufflepuff walking towards them.

"Hey Hiccup! Where's Merida?" He shook his head, warily eyeing Jack.

"She's finishing off some work." He paused as he tried to make sense of the sight of Rapunzel and the school's resident bad boy sitting side by side. "What are you doing with Frost?"

"Its Overland, actually" the boy growled.

"He helped me, so I'm helping him back."

*~(-.-)~*

It had been 2 years since that meeting. They were now in their sixth year. Despite Hiccup and Merida not liking Jack at first, all four of them had become fast friends. Everyone found their group odd. Each one was from a different house, had completely different personalities, and then there was the complete contrast between Rapunzel being the school's best student and Jack being the school's worst. In spite of their differences, they were all intelligent in their own ways and they spent as much time as they could together.

Jack and Rapunzel found themselves spending more and more time alone with each other as Hiccup and Merida began finding excuses to leave. They had forgotten to do some work. They had to go speak to a teacher about something or other. Their odd behaviour had Jack and Rapunzel suspicious, but they didn't learn the true reason behind this until a month or so after their last encounter with the bullies. The two boys were sat at their usual table in the library, laughing and joking like they always did. There was a lull in their conversation as they listened to the silence of the library around them. Hiccup fidgeted a bit before bringing up the subject of girls, or rather one girl in particular.

Rapunzel.

"What do I think of her?" Jack looked confused, wondering where this had suddenly come from. "Well, she's a great girl. I wouldn't be friends with her if I didn't like her." Hiccup didn't speak, silently encouraging Jack to think more into it. As the silence continued, Jack's cheek became a soft red as he blushed slightly. He didn't realise that he was blushing and if he had done, he wouldn't have known why. Hiccup looked at him, an eyebrow raised and growing more frustrated by the second. Finally, he threw his hands up in despair.

"Oh, for the love of the gods!" He cried out "This is hopeless." He stood up and grabbed Jack's hand, pulling him along behind him as he left the library.

"Whoa- Hiccup, what-?" He struggled to get his feet underneath him and keep up with Hiccup storming away. "Where are we going?" The brunette didn't answer, instead gripping Jack's arm tighter to make sure he couldn't get away. They got to the lake's edge at which point Hiccup let go of Jack and pointed at the ground.

"Stay."

"But-"

"Stay!" Jack folded his arms in equal parts amusement and annoyance. The Hufflepuff, content that Jack would not go anywhere, walked off back in the direction of the school. It was five minutes later when he returned with Rapunzel and Merida. Both he and the red-head were conversing quietly with each other, obviously both frustrated. Rapunzel trailed along behind them, not able to hear what the other two were saying.

"You wanna tell me what you dragged me here for now, Hiccup?" Jack asked. His arms were still folded and his eyebrow raised. Hiccup glanced at him, before turning his head to look pointedly at Merida. The red-head glared at him before sighing.

"We can't take it anymore!" She cried. "You two need to talk to each other."

"We have been talking to each other?" Rapunzel stated, confused

"No. Not like that!" Merida huffed and folded her arms, looking at Hiccup. "You need to talk to each other about your feelings towards each other." Jack felt his face heat up and just knew he was a bright red. A quick glance over to the blonde confirmed that she was the same colour as him.

"Wha-what do you mean?" He stuttered.

"You know very well what we mean. And you two aren't leaving here until you've confessed your undying love for each other." Hiccup glared forcefully at them both as he said this. Jack spluttered while Rapunzel just stared at them, mouth hanging open. Jack began to spout off reasons why that was complete and utter nonsense, but something stopped him. A thought.

What if they're right?

He thought back to different times in his school life that he had interacted with Rapunzel and compared them with his time spent with others, like Merida. There was definitely a difference... but one big enough to prove he lo-liked her? He spoke more to the blonde over the holidays than he did to the other two. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed his friends were right. Damn them. He looked down at his arms, still folded, and frowned. Damn it all.

None of them had yet made an attempt to speak since Hiccup and Jack would be damned if he spoke first. He looked up to Hiccup and Merida, the red-head grinning triumphantly and the brunette staring him down.

"Godfuckingdamnit." He whispered, almost laughing angrily at his own stupidity.

"Jack...?" Rapunzel's voice was soft and gentle, as if almost afraid he would snap at her. No, I wouldn't. Not at you, Punzie. I would never... His head sharply turned to look at her. Her expression was one mixed with curiosity and worry. She couldn't like me that way. There's no way... well, they might have been right about me, but no way would Rapunzel like me. He stared into her eyes, trying to discern anything, something that might prove.... well something that would prove anyone right. There was nothing he could see. The intensity of his stare did not allow for the blonde to look away.

"D-do you like me that way?" He asked her, his voice barely above a murmur. She paused. It must have only been for a second or two, but they seemed like the longest time to Jack.

She nodded. He groaned and closed his eyes, processing everything he had learned in the past few minutes. He whipped his head to his other friends and glared at them.

"Go away." They looked confused for a moment "Leave us alone." Understanding flooded their eyes and they walked away. As he watched them, Merida turned to punch Hiccup lightly on the arm. The boy looked at her in mock hurt before laughing. "When we're done talking, maybe we should play a bit of matchmaking too." He said softly. He looked back at Rapunzel who smiled in amusement.

"Jack... are you... do you like me like that?" She sounded nervous. Jack sighed and sat down facing the lake. He patted the floor next to him, encouraging her to join him. He was silent for a few moments as he really thought about it. He thought about everything he had ever thought about the girl sat next to him, searching inside him, making sure. Finally, he answered.

"Yes." He shifted slightly, so he could better see Rapunzel's reactions. She had breathed out a sigh of relief and was smiling gently. "Did you know about how you felt about me before now?" She nodded.

"I realised about half way through the summer break." She looked at him. "I didn't say anything because... I didn't want to put a strain on our friendship if you didn't feel the same way." He swore under his breath. How had he not seen it before? In hindsight, it had been obvious. He had often caught her staring at him. She had laughed more at his jokes. At times, he had something in jest and she had almost tripped.

"Why did you look just as shocked as I felt when Hiccup said about confessing our undying love then?" She wasted no time in answering.

"I was surprised that they were able to tell. If it had been that obvious, then I thought you had worked it out as well. I was mortified. But then I saw your face and I knew you hadn't seen it. So then, of course, I was shocked that you might actually feel the same way. When you didn't say anything instead of denying it, I guess I just... well, you know." They watched the sun sparkle off the lake for a few silent minutes. "Did you realise before now?" she asked, almost hesitantly. Jack shook his head, the silver in his brown hair glinting in the summer sun.

"No." He laughed. "It seems so obvious now, it's stupid." He tentatively reached out for the blonde's hand. She immediately grabbed his, knowing that he needed this to prove it to himself. He watched their entwined hands. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She asked incredulously.

"For not realising sooner. For it to take someone else to point it out to me."

"Yeah, you are a bit of a blockhead." He looked up from their hands sharply, hearing the smile in her voice.

"Hey!" She laughed and he couldn't help but smile with her. "So, what? We dating now?" Rapunzel grinned and leaned towards him. Jack did the same, almost unconsciously.

"Yeah, I guess we are." They were almost forehead to forehead.

"We should probably kiss or something now." He murmured.

"I guess we should." She replied just as softly. Their lips touched. Their first kiss was gentle at first. Then something exploded between them and they fell into each other.

When at last they pulled away, both of them were breathless. Any awkwardness that had been between them before had gone, replaced with a comforting confidence. Their next kiss was little more than a peck.

"Rapunzel?"

"Yeah?"

"How would be best to get Merida and Hiccup together?" Jack's grin was mischievous and playful. The blonde laughed and they started planning their not-so-vengeful revenge.

#rise of the brave tangled dragons #jackfr0stl0ver #hogwarts AU #Jackunzel #fanfictionprompt

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