I'm praying most of you skipped that last chapter. I feel a bit bad about uploading it actually... *shrugs* Oh well. This one is established Iambic Prose and was written for Day Eight of the Phanniemay prompts! The theme was Desiree and, well, you'll see what happened.


Day Eight : Desiree : Iambic Prose

Established Iambic Prose relationship.

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"Danny!" Danny Fenton, 17-year-old half-ghost superhero, blinked at hearing his name. Turning around he was immediately tackled to the ground by his frantic and worried boyfriend. Groaning he rubbed his head as the ghost pulled him up, still looking frantic.

"Yeah, okay, I see why you get after me for tackling you like that. Kinda hurts," Danny grumbled, looking up to see Sam and Tucker had taken out their phones for pictures. "You guys can be such jerks."

"Love you too, Buddy," Tucker snickered, snapping another picture. "And this is just retribution for always tackling everyone else into hugs."

"Yeah, well-"

"Danny! This is a most pressing matter," Andrew Riter, known as the Ghostwriter to most, shook his boyfriend by the shirt again. If the ghost didn't look so close to panicking Danny probably would have teased him about acting like he did. "Please do not let your attention scatter!"

"What? Do not let my...oh no..." Seeing the ghost's shoulders droop and look like a kicked puppy Danny nervously pet the other's head. "Hey, it's okay. Um, you're stuck rhyming?" At the nod Danny sighed, picking himself up and then helping his boyfriend. "That probably won't end well. For any of us."

"I think it's kind of adorable," Sam snickered, petting a confused Andrew's head. "Just imagine him talking in rhyme all the time. Never-ending. Always rhyme." Seeing her friends shudder she chuckled. It was just too easy sometimes.

"Perish the thought dear gothic one for any more of this and I will be done," Andrew sighed, looking miserable enough for Danny to pull him into a comforting hug. "All this for a thinly-veiled desire. This is something I really do not require."

"Yeah, we need to get you back to normal," Danny sighed, rubbing the man's back and looking weary. He didn't mind poetry, Andrew had actually managed to get him to love the writing, but hearing it spoken out loud tended to wear on his nerves. "Can you tell me what happened to cause this?"

"That's just it for the details I am unable to recall!" Andrew whined, clinging back to the teen. "An average day and I was on my way here and then there was something that caused me to fall! Although something about a wish I did overhear." The three humans shared a look, all raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, okay, we need to write these rhymes down." Rooting around in her bag Sam soon dug up a black notebook, jotting the rhymes down as Andrew had said them. "Hey...he switched rhyming schemes."

"What?" Danny asked, holding a hand out and gesturing for the book. Sam handed it over, Danny still patting Andrew's back as he looked over the words. "Huh. He went from AABB rhyme to an ABAB rhyme." Not noticing the confused looks between Sam and Tucker he continued. "Wonder if that's important..."

"Knowing our luck it probably is," Sam finally sighed, taking the book back and looking to the depressed ghost. "Erm, is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah he looks a little..." Tucker trailed off, making a vague gesture. "Out of it." Danny made a shrugging motion before pulling back enough to look the ghost in the eye. Smiling he lowered his voice.

"Hey, we'll figure this out, okay? Although in my defense now you know how it feels to be stuck rhyming." Pleased at the chuckle Danny kissed the other's forehead. "You're pretty much the ghost of rhymes, you can beat this thing back no problem."

"Thank you my dear one, but I still fear this won't end, not with words I say."

"I didn't hear any rhyming in that one," Tucker pointed out, Sam showing him the booklet with an air of defeat where she had just recorded the words. "Ah. Haiku?"

"Yep," Sam grumbled, adjusting her bag strap. "Haikus. Maybe it's just a random thing- Wait a second, Andrew, you said something about a wish!"

"Indeed a wish I did make on my way, although the words were mumbled I do say. A simple wish to improve my rhyme but I think I chose the wrong time..."

"Only one ghost I know can cause this much trouble over the word wish," Danny grinned, clasping Andrew's hand and pulling him towards Fenton Works. "And I know just where to find her!" Still being dragged along Andrew sighed, feeling as if things weren't going to end that easily.

"I hardly think things are going to be as easy as you say, and yet I suppose you will still lead the way."

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"Desiree!"

"Ah, if it isn't the little ghost-boy." Looking up from the fountain she was perched on she raised an eyebrow as she saw the half-ghost's friends on the ground, containment devices in hand. In the air were two ghosts, one looking annoyed and the other miserable. "To what do I own the absolute pleasure?"

"Change my boyfriend back! Now!" Floating off her fountain Desiree stretchered languidly before flying to their height, looking as innocent as she could.

"Whatever do you mean, child? I haven't seen your mate in months, well, until just now, of course," she purred, tail making a trail down the uncomfortable book ghost's chest. At the blast to her tail that stung she hissed, glaring at the smirking teen. "How rude you are, brat."

"How conniving and evil you are, bitch," Danny shot back, hands lighting up with more energy. He hated his female enemies, they were so much more manipulating and scheming and it drove him crazy.

"I don't believe that was the best thing to say," Andrew sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I myself would have said witch, but that would be an insult to their way."

"Wow, that is annoying," Desiree snickered, looking proud of herself. "I thought it would have faded by now, him being the patron ghost of writing. Still, quite the amusing show."

"Okay, yeah, I'm about to do you a favor." The genie blinked, looking down at the gothic girl standing below her. "In case you didn't know Danny kind of has this hero-complex, and he'd probably beat you to a pulp before making you fix his boyfriend. So why not this. I wish you would undue the wish that you granted the Ghostwriter and then stand perfectly still and silent as I suck you into this Fenton Thermos."

"So...you have wished it..." All four of them could see the ghost's eye twitching as she ground her teeth. "So it shall be." As the smoke enveloped Andrew Desiree glared at them all, white beam of light sucking her into the thermos.

"You know, she's pretty easy to catch when you know what to say," Sam laughed, placing the device in her bag. "And now we go back to my place. We have a movie marathon! Come on you dorks." Looking up to where the two ghosts were floating she waved a hand, "Andrew, you're being forced into this too, no escape."

"Oh how lovely," Andrew snorted, not minding as Danny took his hand, the two following after them from the air. "I suppose it's better than being stuck in rhyme all day."

"Absolutely terrible, wouldn't you say?" Flinching Andrew looked over to Danny, who was grinning more than he should have been. "Now now don't glare at me my dear mate, after all, we still have a date!"

"...I'm torn between amusement and annoyance right now," Andrew finally sighed, lips twitching. "Not sure which is going to win out."

"Well considering I'm not stopping I'll take my bow." Slipping his hand out of the other's Danny darted forward, throwing a smile back, "I think I'll fly ahead and act as scout."

"Aaand the annoyance won out."

Hearing a shout from the air Tucker looked up, shaking his head at seeing Danny and Andrew chasing each other around the sky, both shouting things in rhyme and haikus. "Should we be worried here?"

"Nah," Sam replied, holding up her phone to the scene, "Besides, Jazz will get a lot of enjoyment out of this."


They still have that video footage. Tucker made loads of back-ups.