#ghost!verse

@leschanceux​ sent:  Is there a slight draft as Nicky showers in the apartment of a dead man? Or is it something else? He'll find out when he exits the cubicle and finds a crudely drawn dick in the condensation of the mirrored cabinet above the sink, a dripping handprint in lieu of a signature directly below. It's not particularly subtle, but it usually does the job at driving people away from the place.

          This isn't the first sign of paranormal activity that Nicky's witnessed in this apartment. Well-tuned Medium senses aside, he has read the previous accounts of tenants being frightened off the premises, adamant that a ghost wished them harm. So the unexplained drafts, the flickering lights.... these are to be expected.

           (That they happen while Nicky is at his most vulnerable, in the shower, is not exactly ideal. But he supposes it would be asking too much for a spirit to respect certain boundaries. Especially one who is considered malevolent.)

          Shutting off the water, the Genoan gropes past the shower curtain for his bath towel, twisting it around his waist as he steps from the tub. Glancing up, Nicky freezes at the sight of a surprisingly well proportioned penis drawn in the condensation of his bathroom mirror. And below that, a hand print.

           Huh.

            For a moment, Nico feels his breath catch,  the instinctive response for alarm sending his heart rate kicking in his chest. But then the Investigator's brain catches up with his body, and everything suddenly seems... ridiculous. Exhaling, Nicky finds himself snorting a laugh.

          "....Are you trying to tell me something, then?" The PI speaks to the room, his mouth curving in a crooked smile even as he clutches more tightly to the towel around his waist, "...Are we in secondary school again and you're trying to make me blush?"

He wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened, but there he stood. Another girl was present, so the unexpected imagine was almost concerning to him at first.  “Uh... Where’s Luke?” he asked almost immediately, hoping that this girl knew.

in this fic ontari does participate in the conclave, however aden somehow ends up winning. everyone is shocked, even aden himself. clarke goes to see him, baffled that a young 14 year old boy somehow defeated a bloodthirsty 20 year old ontari.

when clarke asks aden how he won, he admits “I felt heda with me. she guided me. guided my sword. she helped me win. lexa wants me to protect you and our people.”

and clarke is stunned, for two reasons. one, that aden can feel lexa’s presence without the ai chip inside him. and two, that lexa is still protecting her even in death. clarke feels her heart flop inside her chest, lexa is still taking care of her, even now.

clarke stays in polis for a while. aden asks her to be there when the spirit of the commander is put inside his body. clarke is there when aden sits on lexa’s throne for the first time. she’s there when he has his very first meeting with the ambassadors. she’s there when he first officially greets his people as the new heda.

clarke is there when she first sees tiny pieces of lexa leak out of aden. she sees bits of lexa infuse themselves with aden. she catches parts of lexa when aden furrows his brow in frustration, when he folds his arms behind his back when he is around his people.

she sees lexa sometimes when she looks into aden’s eyes. she can see lexa tutoring him on how to carry himself when under the scrutiny of their people. she sees lexa in aden when he smiles lexa’s ‘just for clarke’ smiles. clarke sees lexa give him wisdom and strength when aden is arguing with the ambassadors to continue jus nou drein jus daun. she sees lexa in aden when he stops a sword from piercing her chest when one of the ambassadors attempts to assassinate clarke.

clarke and aden grow closer, and he vows to help her in any way he can to help her stop pike. one day, after a lengthy discussion between the ambassadors in the throne room, clarke can feel that something is on aden’s mind. he says with a smile “she’s proud of me. that I’m continuing her legacy, that I’m protecting you and helping our people. she’s proud of us.” but then aden’s face grows somber, and he swallows hard. and clarke can see that aden feel’s lexa’s presence right this moment. and she wishes more than anything that she could feel her too. aden says “she misses you. I can feel it. sometimes my heart feels hollow when she misses you.” a beat, before he continues. “but other times my heart feels full, because she loves you. because she loves me. and because I love you. heda is with us, clarke. she will never abandon us.”

after that, clarke somehow feels her presence as well.

clarke feels lexa’s presence when she is stressed. when clarke knows its time to return to arkadia and stop pike. clarke can practically feel lexa’s arms around her, giving her strength and confidence. she can feel lexa’s presence all around her, like a warm blanket draped across her frost bitten shoulders. clarke feels lexa with her as she walks side by side with aden to arkadia. clarke feels lexa when pike is finally defeated. she feels lexa by her side when clarke’s grief catches up with her, and she feels lexa’s arms around her when she lays in lexa’s old bed at night, her tears staining the furs. clarke feels lexa’s presence when she and aden finally achieve lasting peace between their people.

So I was all set to have some Frozen art for today, but I’ve been a little under the weather as of late, SO I cobbled together some stuff from the AUCeption comic I am (still) working on to mark the two year anniversary of this fine film. :D

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Brand did not like this man, this Azog, he reminds Brand of all those horrible men who had hurt him, who had taken his life. He likes Bolg though, a very funny boy who was a lot like Brand. They had come together to the house, but Brand was concerned for Bolg to be around someone like Azog, and he had done his best to try and lure the boy away, even resorting to locking Azog in various rooms. That didn't seem to work, the big man always got out.

It wasn't until he saw the marbles Bolg had been playing with that another idea came to him. Every time Azog came up the stairs, Brand would hit him with marbles, even sometimes setting them on the ground so that the bigger man would trip and fall. He'd giggle and he'd hear Azog growl in displeasure, but that amused him.

     She hated it, the way this creature talked about Shadow. He was trying to fill her head with lies. The way he looked at her was no less unsettling and whatever he was, wherever he came from, Maria just wanted him to go away. Somehow the spirits' voices sounded louder when he was near.