Prompt: You look really cute in that sweater.
For most of Amity park this day was like any other, somewhat dull until something unusual happened, making the unusual not so unusual as it once had been. Anyway so had nothing happened to the small town today. No sudden stampedes of either supernatural or natural nature. No unexplainable blackout or car chases. And most importantly no ghost attacks or appearances.
Actually so where there one thing that is odd currently and had been so for some time now, as of recently there had been a decline for the amount of daily ghost appearances. And while this was and is something the majority of the town is quietly celebrating there is currently one who is doing his outright best in hiding behind corners, in shadows, or even under picnic tables.
One Danny Fenton is standing pressed up against an alley wall as he listen intently to any of the sounds around him. Daring a peck he leans out from the alley and looks around on the semi empty street. Not seeing anything he breathe out a sigh of relief.
"You look really cute in that sweater."
The abrupt sound of a calm and nearly purring voice had Danny jumping in place before he turn swiftly to his right. Only to take a step back when he came to close face to face with one Ghost Writer. Forgetting the wall standing there as he walk into it.
He got no time to change his position thought as two arms place themselves on either side of his torso.
"Really cute." Writer mumbled half soothingly as to not frighten an already scared animal but also half purring as if he is planning to jump the poor halfa.
Danny tensed in an instance. A month, it have been over a whole month now with this ghost acting weirdly like this. Showing up all of a sudden, following him, keep trying to touch him, and sometimes even hugging him.
A hand lightly touching a lock of his hair had the younger shivering.
"What do you want?" A pointless question, he had learned by now, but one he still wanted a proper answer for. "Why do you keep doing this?" In frustration he waved his hand low by his hip so as not to accidently touch the other. Who is still playing with his hair.
"I have told you the answer before." He hummed, "I'm only doing what is proper as to courting you." And at that he pulled Danny into a warm emprise.
Flushing brightly at it Danny takes a few seconds before he shoves the ghost away from him. Moving one leg a distance behind the other, slightly bending his knees, while fisting his hands by his hips. The halfa tries to growl at the other.
"And I told you right back, 'I do not want to be courted'. Find someone else to stalk already."
"Cannot and will not."
"Why? Why can't you find someone else?"
Ghost Writer has that gentle and soft smile, the one he had been shoving to Danny since the start of this. "Because you are my mate, my Angel."
Knowing from earlier attempts to protest against those words was useless, Danny simply turned quickly into his ghost form, went invisible and flew off. Already knowing thought that the other ghost would still be following him.
Why is it always him? Sure this may be a first in a way but really, what have Danny done to have the world actively throwing him into weird things like this?