Maomao is so favored by people in the highest position in the country that she technically will never have to worry about getting punished by knowing who Jinshi is.
Emperor/Lady Gyokouyo/Lady Lihua: She is their supplier of cultured texts. Makes their nights spicy.
Jinshi: His favorite
Empress Dowager: Approves of Maomao for Jinshi, helped her relieve a guilt
Lakan (highest military official): her biological father, will openly throw hands for Maomao, the dude that can destroy a person's life and career if you done him wrong.
If anything, if Maomao gets punished or god forbid, die. The entire country might even collapse.
Getting Maomao kidnapped can also cause a full out war.
Fan art for My Monster Academia by @princess-of-the-corner
Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48941920/chapters/123471148
The Fentons were successful in prying Phantom away from their boy, but that didn't mean that the damn ghost didn't come back to kidnap Danny while he was recuperating from the operation that depossessed him.
Or, the one where Phantom and Danny are permanently separated by their parents, and Phantom feels like he must protect his human form at any cost, even if they have to flee their home in Amity Park.
(Phantom wants protection, for himself and his human half. He's in search of foster parents to replace the Fentons and will evaluate potential candidates with a keen eye.)
(Human Danny has long since determined that his ghost half has gone nuts after what their parents did to them, but they do need help, so he pushes for Phantom to consider other heroes as potential candidates for parenthood.)
Danny learns how to play an instrument and gets a gig at one if the Bats Rouges bar or something. The Bats show up to fight said Rouge and while the rest of Dannys band ran and left he stays playing music. Like the band in titanic did but instead heโs playing some up beat or intense beat to make it sound like their in a fight scene. Better yet if the instrument he learns is the Violin.
Big three kids ๐๐๐๐๐
Bearer of the Red Crown's Birthday
"These pompous assholes." Narinder opened the door to escape outside and take a breather.
"They were never taught to shut the hell up were they?" He rubbed his temples and wondered why was their birthday gift to him was a headeache.
The calm but obnoxiously loud people inside the greathall had gathered to congradulate the King's birthday. Of course it was a big event and many of the nobles were attending. Some even travveled from the other kingdoms.
But to Narinder it was just a nuisance, just like how it was every year.
They had gathered to make connections, threaten eachother covertly or simply suck up to Narinder. He had to put up with these people and act like they wouldn't turn on him with the twirl of any one of his siblings finger.
He was just looking for a place to hide now but it seemed his hiding place was occupied by a slouched figure.
"Lambert?" Narinder noticed the figure in the corner next to the flower bushes.
"BAH!" They shout out a short bleat and turned towards him. Their funny noise and freaked out face was like a cold fresh water being splashed on Narinder's hot and aching head.
"My King! Please, you need to stop sneaking up on me..." Lambert sighed and got up.
Were they getting away from people too? That wasn't good. He had specifically told them to use this oppurtunity to make connections so they could have people helping them with their new lands troubles.
Just as he was about to start his lecture he noticed the neatly folded fabric in Lambert's hands.
"Is this..." he saw the little bow it was wrapped with.
A gift.
Lambert looked at the item in their hands, hesitated a little and presented it towards him.
"For you, yes."Narinder's fingers brushed Lambert's as he took it and started examining it. It was a red and white scarf.
"Aym and Baal said that you get cold easily so... I was actually going to knit it myself but it was way harder to do than I thought it would be. Haha..." They let out a defeated sigh hidden with a tired smile.
"I-it's not an expensive item I know but I-"
"It's made out of your wool." Narinder cut them off as he took off the bow and ran his fingers through the fabric. It was so, oh so soft. He didn't even have to bring his nose closer to it to know it smell like them.
"You can tell?" Lambert's face looked horrified, their smile dropping down as they looked up at him.
They suddenly reached out towards the scarf and started to pull it out of Narinder's hands.
"That's just weird isn't it? I-I knew it would be weird argh stupid Berith-"
"Wh- No!"Narinder did not let go of the scarf and it stretched between the two."Lambert no it's not weird." He looked at them hoping he sounded genuine.
"It's no secret that I like wool and this is perfect." Lambert stopped pulling and looked at Narinder, unsure.
He had gotten many presents today. So many that he lost count. So many things that he did not care. Jewelry, expensive items, some magical crystals, decorative weapons. Presents that were given to a King so that they wouldn't lose face or even worse, so that the noble families could look at eachother and say 'Look at how rich I am. The King surely likes me more than all of you so I can use him to scare you and get my way'. It was all so obvious and so shallow that he thought the amount of jewelry and necklaces were going to stuf his throat so much that he could drown without water.
But this,
This was from Lambert.
And it didn't have any underlying intentions.
Narinder slowly pulled the scarf from Lambert's hesitant hands.
"I remember reading a book when I was young."
He wrapped the scarf around his neck.
"It was about the culture of our folk."
He adjusted the scarf and both ends hung over his shoulders lovingly.
"And I remember reading that sheep-folk would give eachother gifts made out of their own wool to show their appreciation for eachother." He adjusted the scarf and looked at them to see the curiosity color their pretty face.
"Really?" Lambert asked and he nodded softly.
Narinder knew that Lambert wasn't taught of their own culture. It was...sad... but not unexpected. There wasn't really any sheep-folk in the 5 kingdoms other than them.
To think Shamura's old books he randomly decided to read would have a lot about sheep-folk in them. Too bad that wretched younger brother of his burnt down Shamura's library just because he was jealous Shamura would read books with Narinder... Narinder wishes that Shamura would have killed Leshy right then and there but they didn't. Soft hearted fool who went easy on all of their siblings but not on their enemies. And that included Narinder too.
Narinder shook his head to get rid of the hatred starting to boil up in his gut and focused on the scarf and Lambert. Their smell and their soft wool was all around him, quickly calming him down as he lowered his head to bury the bottom half of his face into the scarf.
He heard the softest giggle.
"You look silly."
Narinder opened his eyes, he didn't even know when he had closed them, and looked at Lambert.
They were smiling so soft and warmly at him. His throat clogged up again but he wasn't feeling bad this time.
"It's clashing with the rest of the jewelry badly."
He couldn't take his eyes off of Lambert's smile as they talked.
He thanked God that he always had his veil because he didn't think he could explain why he was looking at Lambert's smile like it was the only thing in the world.
"And it looks funny with your fancy clothes. Maybe I should have told Berith to make it look more expensive." Lambert laughed. If he could eat their voice he bet it would taste like fluffy candy, he thought.
The two heard some people talking about where the king has gone from inside and Narinder sighed.
Lambert reached towards Narinder's neck and tugged at the scarf.
"You need to go back in right? You can't just look like this in front of everyone. I'll put it next to the pile of gifts-"
He grabbed their arm and stopped them from taking the scarf.
"No." He said firmly.
"But-"
"Who said I would be going in alone? I remember telling a certain someone that they need to make connections because their poor decisions while ruling their own land had left them in a troubling state." He turned the conversation towards Lambert seemlessly to cover up whatever he was feeling right now.
"A-ah that! I have a little bit of a-no actually a big headache from talking with so many- soooo many people yknow?" Lambert stumbled over their words.
Narinder let the silence fall between them to show them he did not believe them.
"Let's go. I suppose I have to be the one to intruduce you to people." Narinder pulled Lambert by the arm that he had grabbed and walked towards the door.
"I'm- My King! You shouldn''t- you don't need to pull me!"
Fun sized and feral
I will probably slow down once I get through my backlog of prompts but for now it's gonna be one a day.
Prompt: Everyone in Amity knows three specific facts about the Fentons:
1. They are the go-to for any/all ghost related issues. For best results try to go youngest to oldest.
2.they are some of, if not the most nice/helpfully people in Amity. 100% everyone of them will help you if needed no questions asked. It will be over the top and maybe a bit cringy but if you need help ghost related or not find a Fenton.
3. They are fucking FERAL if you threaten someone they claimed as theirs. For all the eldest fentons used to claim they hated all ghosts, right from the start they all showed very ghost like tendencies.
Thier neighbors, thier kids, thier town. You don't mess with someone claimed by a Fentons. They may drive you crazy, but if you were claimed by a Fenton, you were one of the safest people in the world.
The level of feral seemed to go based on size. The smaller they were, the more concentrated the feral was.
Danny is the youngest and smallest (ironically, his ghost form grew to be 6'5" where his human half stayed at 5'1")
despite the eldritch effect you get in ghost form his is actually calmer when bigger. It is yet to be seen if it is because he is stronger and does not want to hurt some one or if size does actually effect the concentration of feral.
Jazz is the second youngest but took after her dad and stands at a breath taking 6'4" with a love of heels.
Maddie is two years younger the jack and the second smallest 5'6" (everyone knows she is the more dangerous parent)
Jack it the eldest and tallest standing at 6'9" While he is the arguably the most happy and hardest Fenton to anger he has been know to smash through walls when he gets excited and forgets to use the door.
I have a dp x dc scene for this but it is not done yet. I will post it tomorrow with the tag funsized and feral!
I pity y'all out there doing boxing day shopping. That is a level of crazy I can't handle xD