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Amnesia AU

Part 15

Short DPXDC Prompts #677

Jason’s motorcycle frame he used as red hood was salvaged from a scrap yard. He’s not sure why he hasn’t replaced it for something more modern… something about it couldn’t let him let it go.

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Johnny 13 finds out that his old bike is being put to good use

Big Sister Loves You

Inspired by: @charlietheepicwriter7 post >Here<

Warning! Description of violent murder, the Ring/Grudge style ghost Jazz, and kidnapping of minors. This is just a short blurb I thought of and had to write given it is Halloween. XD

That beast, he thought that if he chopped her into pieces he could save himself. That she would be unable to form. He actually thought that he could prevent her wrath by phasing the pieces of her corpse into the vast reaches of the globe. While it did slow her down a bit, there was nothing in this or any universe that would stop Jazz Fenton from helping her baby brother. Jazz was not like Vlad Masters, she was not half so pathetic as he was. Jazz was calculating, she was determined, and she was made of love.

It took her ages, so much time was lost just pulling herself together. But that was alright, she had Time, she always had Time on her side. She had time enough to gather herself, time enough to gain power, time enough to train her new form and powers, time enough to find the beast that murdered her parents and stole her brother and niblings. Time enough to chase him down to the wretched little corner of the multiverse he thought he could hide away in. It was different, unfortunately she had to relearn herself once again after going through a portal into that world. But it didn’t matter, she was determined. She could sense her dearest family somewhere in that city. Blocked by a ghost shield no doubt.

That didn’t matter, she was patient, she could find a way in with enough time. Danny and her niblings would be safe while she worked on it. Because she had found him~

Dear Vlad wasn’t expecting her, he hadn’t been ready to be met with her ghost. Not the dark twisted version of what she had made him. She should have been bright, joyful, but instead her long hair fell in sleek watery black waves, stretching long behind her into the abyss. Her limbs only barely attached to her torso and head. Her eyes a dark, fathomless abyss. Blood trailed after her in puddles and floods. He did try to fight back, the coward. But Jazz had long reached the point of Calamity, she was not just a ghost anymore but a vengeful reckoning.

Vlad had taken everything from her. He had killed her parents, killed her friends, kidnapped her brother and niblings, killed her. He must have feared that this would happen, after all he had tried so hard to keep her buried. But she was a Fenton and Fenton’s were not silent. Though he managed to get a few hits on her, he was really no match for her fluid movements, for the boiling rage she carried in her core, for the love that drove her to continue on, for the way she plucked his core from his chest and crushed it between her fingers. With his ghost half gone he was only a pathetic rapidly fading old man, scrambling to get away from her. But she was not merciful as he had not been to her.

What was left of Vlad was found the next morning by his secretary plastered in blood and viscera across his office walls, floor, and ceiling. His perfectly preserved head placed neatly upon his desk with an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.

Not trying to spoil what you have planned but I am really excited to see the gems reactions to amethyst. You story is great!

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Amnesia AU

Part 5

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Soft Jock AU - First Time of Consideration

A one-shot for the Soft Jock AU that I’m taking part in with @novantinuum, @ftecho4, @saiscribbles, @ashidaii, @universallywriting, @fermented-writers-block, and a few others.

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An expresso.

Five creams. One sugar.

Enough to bring enthusiasm into a person’s day, even if it meant that day was toiling with academics and personal grievance, which Connie Maheswaran definitely didn’t have. Not in the slightest. If she was, she would be more than welcome to groan and toil about than just complain about it.

Right. Maybe. She didn’t know if her mind was working with the caffeine, but at least she had an ounce of consciousness.

The cup of coffee sullen her mood, clasped in her hands as the piano music of the café reassured her mind that something will come out of this. A lone plate, crumbs strewn, with a rumple of ripped tissue were what remained of her sandwich. She just had to work on the pages in front of her—mathematics scattered like ants—and then she could have some peace. Maybe a muffin too if her mind wasn’t peckish.

“Connie?” The girl blinked, languid-eyed, as a new face sat down opposite from her. This was a café, of course, someone would take the seat opposite her, but why would they was the question here. When the sleep wore off, and she saw who was actually in front of her, she got her answer: bushy-crowned, smile the icon of a million rays, Steven Quartz Universe (gem piercing and everything) was sitting in front of her. “You okay?”

The athlete spotting her at the local joint shouldn’t be a surprise. But it was. Enough to have her stare at him with unashamed stiffness, like she was viewing an anomaly alike to the Loch Ness monster. “What are you doing here?”

“I usually go here?” He responded, countenance morphing with his confusion. His hand placed down a sweet-smelling bag, wafting of sugar and chocolate. “The group loves to grab doughnuts before we hit the town, but when I saw you here, I thought it would be great to meet up.”

That’s a classic Steven Universe move. Out of everyone she has met in Ocean Town Academy, she never expected people to broaden their horizons over friendships other than their typical clique. It’s hard to talk to people so the fact that people such as Steven Universe exist in her university makes it harder to describe. Was it a coincidence that this charismatic boy has the biggest set of connections because of his preppy sports team? One could coin a conspiracy, but she’d like to think something was going on with his family, preferably lots of money or lessons in etiquette.

But, to be fair, she never really talked to him until both of them planned his astrophysics tutoring, being a soft-spoken young adult that didn’t look the type to be part of the rumors that tailed him. There were rumors of him, of things he’s done, or the plots his friends got involved in, mostly in road trips and orientation-exploring escapades with boys; not at all secure, yet intriguing to think about from an outsider perspective—it seemed like he attracted a lot of attention that she, herself, never had the gall to attain.

What was his secret? Was it just as simple as charisma and extroverted intent? Or was it all a mask like those 80s and 90s high school movies she kept jotting through when her parents weren’t home?

“Uhm, Connie?” She snapped out of it. Steven had his eyebrows skewed, looking at her like she just resurrected in front of him in an instant he pulled her back to Earth—which must’ve been the case, considering how confused he looked.

“Erm, uh, yes?” Great going, now he thinks you’re inattentive. Connie took a sip from her coffee, wincing at the slight burn on her tongue. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to go hang out with me and the girls.” His smile beamed like always, but the question shook her to her core; leaving her wide-eyed and placid. “I want to get to know you better, and what’s better than a trip to a laser light show?”

“Right now?”

“Yep!”

He had to be joking. But can this boy joke with such tooth-rotting sincerity? It had to kill someone, eventually. “I don’t know. Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to disturb you.”

“It’s no biggie.” He said, Connie looking down to realize that he wasn’t in the cheering attire she’d seen him tow around. Instead, he was wearing a blue-yellow letterman jacket, cartoon t-shirt hanging between the folds like a snapshot. “We have a lot of room in Natalie’s van. I can help introduce you to everyone!”

What part of this world allowed this guy to stride on over to her and ask her to get into an anonymous van? She wasn’t that gullible. “I don’t think I’m comfortable being in a van with a huge group of people.”

“Oh, you don’t like getting squished?” He asked. And it was seeping of genuine intent, the innocence shielding him from the awkward contexts that hung over her words. “I mean, you can go into shotgun if you’d like?”

“I don’t think I’d like that either.”

“So, it’s a no then?” There was still some hope in his voice. Sweet and gentle.

She grimaced even more. “It’s a no.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay.” Even with her reluctance and weariness, there was a part of her that winced over his voice. It revealed too much disappointment, like the intent wasn’t of malice but of something pure and simple—Connie wondering if her brain was on haywire or if the lights were too bright or if her tension got to him. She had no clue what made her feel so guilty at this moment. “I still would like to befriend you more, so I hope to see you at the library on Wednesday.”

Wednesday. The day when the first tutoring session shall begin. Pressing up her glasses, Connie affirmed to it, her tongue cotton. “I’ll have my schedule cleared up just for you.”

“Thanks, Connie, you’re the best!” He placed a solitary coco-glazed doughnut onto her plate, and then, giving her a quick and chipper wave, walked out with the rest of his pastries.

Eyeing through the café windows, she spotted the van in the vast parking lot—a cheerleader leaping onto him in a bear hug before the two of them disappeared into the vehicle. And with that, it buckled out of the parking space and drove out of her sight.

She huffed, continuing to eye the coffee lulling in her container. She wondered what would have happened if she accepted his offer. Would it have made a difference?

Cass doing nice stuff for Danny like holding open doors and punching mean people. Like, Danny could do all that himself, but it makes him feel nice when someone does it for him. Cass just likes making Danny feel safe and loved.

Cass jogged ahead of Danny, neatly stepping to the side to hold open the door for him.

Danny blinked, but smiled and then stepped through with an exaggerated bow. “You have my thanks, my gentlelady.”

“Of course, sir,” Cass said with a smile and a wink. They then both stepped into the restaurant, where Cass pulled back the chair for him too. She ordered the food for both of them and Danny watched her with his chin in his hands.

She finished ordering a comically large amount of food, much to the waiter’s despair, before finally turning to Danny with a smile.

“Y’know, you’ve been…” he struggled to find words. “… really protective of me lately. Is something up?”

Cass blinked and then said, “Nothing. I just wanted to.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You punched a guy in the face yesterday because he was rude to me for wearing a crop top.”

Cass frowned at the memory of yesterday. She wasn’t particularly bothered by breaking the nose of the asshole yesterday, but if Danny was bothered, then she could probably spare some effort to explain every reason why that guy deserved to be beat up.

Danny continued, “And the other day, you yelled at some girls because they were laughing at my eyeliner and boots. I don’t mind—” Cass relaxed, “— but it’s still a little strange. Is there something wrong?”

Cass stared at him before she then shook her head. “I just wanted to.”

She looked at him with adoring eyes before Danny couldn’t handle it anymore and looked away with a flush. Thankfully, the food came out at that moment, several servers coming out at once to bring out their food.

Both were immediately distracted and as they dug in, Danny said, “I’m paying for the meal.”

Cass opened her mouth, ready to pull out Bruce’s credit card but Danny gave her a stern look and she wilted.

“Fine,” she said with a sigh.

Danny beamed. He wiped her mouth with a napkin and then said, “I can do things for you too, y’know.”

She looked at him and smiled. “I know.”

Me and my terrible english

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