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Come Down Here and Take Me

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A/N: @iamvegorott may have convinced me to write the fic where Phantom and Jackie break the desk in the office of the bar, an incident that was mentioned in 'Mine Alone'. Technically, Veg co-wrote some of the dialogue you'll find in here.

Warnings: Smut.

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Phantom watched Jackie as the hero worked steadily on building the booths for the extension to the bar, eyes stuck on the way his muscles moved in his arms.

He could watch Jackie build things all day. Sure, the hero couldn’t build anything sturdy, but it was a wonder to watch his strength being used for something other than saving someone. He knew how strong Jackie was, had experienced it himself: the way that Jackie could effortlessly lift him with one arm whenever he didn’t want to get on his knees, or hold him against a wall until all Phantom knew was his name… he wasn’t sure there was anything better.

“Phan?” He blinked as Jackie called him, pulling him away from his thoughts with bright blue eyes looking into his with concern. “Is everything alright? You kind of zoned out there,” And god, the way he just tilted his head with that crooked smile should be illegal.

Phantom cleared his throat, hoping Jackie couldn’t see the pure want in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, thinking Jackie looked like a confused puppy just at that moment. “What’s up?”

“Bar’s opening,” Jackie answered, flicking his gaze behind Phantom to the doors, and Phantom became distantly aware of the people filing in. “I opened the doors, and the newbie’s manning the bar while I get you back to earth.” It took Phantom all of half a second to consider his options, seeing the slight sheen of sweat still clinging to Jackie’s arms, sticking his shirt to his skin slightly.

“Oh, fuck that,” Phantom huffed, taking Jackie’s hand and practically dragging him into the office, leaning back against the door and pulling Jackie in for a deep kiss, moaning as Jackie gripped his hips and pushed him against the wood, heart jumping at the thud he made when he hit the door.

His hands grasped for Jackie’s shirt, pulling him close as the hero slotted a leg between his own, using Jackie’s groan as leverage to slip his tongue into his mouth, making the kiss deep and dirty within seconds. He let out soft hisses as Jackie’s grip tightened on his hips, sure to leave bruises, and Jackie grinding against him gave him a wonderful idea.

“Ja-Jackie, the desk,” he managed to get out between kisses and moans, clinging to his shirt as Jackie effortlessly lifted him to carry him to the desk. He could feel how turned on Jackie was through their jeans, struggling to pull his shirt off as Jackie continued to kiss him before dropping him onto the desk.

Phantom grunted as the wood beneath him splintered, biting his lip enough to bleed when he hit the floor, looking around to see he’d basically fallen through the desk, wood shards everywhere. Jackie stood above him, face red with lust as he looked at the mess with concerned eyes.

“Shit, are you alright?” Jackie asked, holding his hands out in offer to help, then frowned when Phantom just gave a breathless laugh.

“I’m fine, Jackie,” he stated, lifting his hands to inspect the damage before looking back at the hero. “That was so goddamn hot, I swear. You’re so strong, my hero.” Jackie still looked doubtful, so Phantom moved to his knees, hands finding Jackie’s jeans and working on unbuttoning them as he rested his cheek against Jackie’s hip. “You gonna come down here and take me, or do I just have to use my mouth?”

“Fuck, Phan…” Jackie’s hands tangled into Phantom’s hair as the barman slowly pulled down his jeans, mouthing at his cock and licking at the tip, keeping eye contact as he slowly stretched his lips around him. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Phantom only hummed in response, uncaring of the wood shards digging into his knees as he relaxed his throat and gave Jackie permission to buck into his mouth, working himself out of his own jeans and fishing a bottle of lube from his back pocket.

Jackie groaned as he watched Phantom finger himself while still humming around him, the vibrations making him shiver as he used Phantom’s mouth like a fleshlight, eyes rolling back in his head as he came down Phantom’s throat. Pulling Phantom off him, he moved a hand to caress the back of his head as he moved to kneel on the floor in front of him.

He pulled Phantom back into a kiss, groaning at the taste of himself on Phantom’s tongue, then nudged Phantom to lay back, watching hungrily as the barman continued to finger himself before Jackie pulled his hand away. Phantom watched as Jackie retrieved the lube and coated himself before grasping his hips and lining up.

“Jackie…” he groaned as Jackie pushed in, arching his back and throwing his hands to lay on the ground beside his head, fixing Jackie with his best ‘blissfully innocent’ face as the hero bottomed out. “God, you feel so good inside me.”

Jackie slid his hands up Phantom’s body, shoving his shirt up to flick at his nipples as his other hand trailed up his arm to entwine their fingers. Leaning down to catch Phantom in a messy kiss, he set a harsh pace, bucking into Phantom hard and deep and making him moan loudly.

“You’re so fuckin’ strong, so hot,” Phantom gasped, wrapping his legs around Jackie’s waist as he moved his head to press open-mouthed kisses to his cheek. “And there are people just outside that door, imagine if they walked in right now…”

He knew the door was locked, but Jackie didn’t, bucking into him harder. Jackie’s thumb rubbed in circles around his nipple as his fingers curled around his chest, using that grip and their tangled hands to lift him up, bouncing Phantom on his cock as if he weighed nothing.

“Jackie! Jackie, Jackie, god, faster,” Phantom screamed, moving Jackie’s hand to his own cock to encourage him to stroke it, throwing his head back as Jackie’s calloused fingers wrapped around him. “Jack-Jackie, close, I’m—Jackie…” he groaned as he came, spilling over Jackie’s hand as his fingers scratched red lines down his back.

He whimpered as Jackie fucked him through his orgasm and beyond, chasing his own release as he bit and scraped teeth along Phantom’s neck, almost drawing blood as he came, filling Phantom with warmth and nearly cracking his ribs.

“God, that was… so good,” Phantom panted as Jackie slowly stood with him in his arms, slipping out of him and setting them into the desk chair. “You owe me a new desk, though,” he mumbled as he looked at the mess on the floor.

“I don’t fully understand why you did this,” Jackie started with a soft chuckle, holding Phantom close. “But I did enjoy it. I’ll get you cleaned up and then we can go out,” he finished, shifting Phantom to support him with one arm while he dug through the still-standing drawers for tissues.

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“You’ve got wood chips in your hair, dude,” Mare stated as he reached across the bar to pull the wood from Phantom’s hair, casually setting a glass of water in front of Mad sitting beside him. “Also, your shirt’s been messily buttoned for the past hour; I don’t know if I want to know what happened between you and Jackie.”

“Jackie tried to sit me on the desk, but he shattered it instead,” Phantom sighed, fixing his shirt as he looked across the building at Jackie. “It was so fucking hot.”

“…Yeah, didn’t need to know that,” Mare clicked his tongue before lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip.

Mad looked between the twins, blinking as he processed the words before he tilted his head and looked at Mare. “Could you do that?”

Phantom bit back a chuckle as Mare choked on his drink, turning to Mad with wide eyes.

“Break a desk? I mean, technically, I probably could,” he spluttered, giving Phantom a sideways look when his twin snorted. “I am about as strong as Jackie, and I have thrown people through walls before—”

“Would you… to me?” Mad asked hesitantly, blushing when Mare snapped his mouth shut, glaring at Phantom’s retreating back.

“Nope,” he stated after a pause, leaning against the bar and drinking with a forced look of focus. “No way in hell am I going to do that. Never to you.”

Phantom smiled as he served someone a drink, seeing Mad’s red face as Mare ignored his pleas, then looked up when Jackie came to the bar. There was a slight rip in the shoulder seam where Phantom had dug his nails in, and his hair was refusing to sit flat.

“You should wear your hair like that more often,” he stated, reaching out to run his fingers through Jackie’s unkempt hair. “Makes you look hot.” Giving Jackie a wink, he moved away to serve more drinks, knowing Jackie was going to pull him back into that office before the night was over…

And his ass loved the thought.

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Still My Favourite Meal

@iamvegorott and I were having our regular convo about our vampire boys, so I wanted to check on my vampires.

…they seem to be doing well.

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I am abt to lose my fuckin mind because I happened upon this gender reveal party. and like it’s soo over the top expensive

And like I’m like. Oh great, a horse themed gender reveal party.

complete with like … just truly excessive foods and of course, themed cocktails

and this sign which like… the fragility of like *not* italicizing the word ‘colt’. Like imagine being this weird abt gender

with like, a bucket that eventually ‘revealed’ the gender

But like… the picture that really just completely undid me, for this party which surely was more money than many weddings -

it’s not a horse themed gender reveal party. It’s a gender reveal party FOR A HORSE. I can’t even like imagine the life that would lead to hosting a gender reveal party for a not-yet-born horse. Think abt getting an invitation to this. the cis are at it again.

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My Bodyguard, Epilogue

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A/N: So I may have forgotten an iconic scene at the end of the film this was based on. But also I wanted to give a happy ending instead of that cliffhanger.

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There was a chill in the air that made Mad want to curl into a tight ball, pulling the thin blanket around his shoulders with a soft groan. His thoughts were disturbed by the steady beeping of the heart monitor, heart thudding at the same pace as the soft breathing in front of him.

In the dimly lit room, he watched Mare laying in bed, arm across his stomach with blankets covering his form. His clothes were folded in the chair beside him, phone and wire placed neatly on top, with his sunglasses sitting beside them. In the nighttime lighting, with his eyes closed, he seemed almost at peace.

Mad sat with his head drooping, fighting his own drowsiness as he watched Mare’s form, waiting for the bodyguard to wake up. He had so much he wanted to say, to do, mainly to thank Mare for saving his life.

His head snapped up when he heard Mare grunt, watching as his eyelids fluttered before opening, looking around the room and cautiously lifting his arm. He paused when he saw Mad, brow furrowing in a question before he opened his mouth slightly.

“Mad?”

“You’re not dead!” Mad was out of his chair and by Mare’s side in an instant, eyes bright as happy tears welled up. “God, Mare, I was so afraid that you were going to die. You jumped in front of a bullet! I—”

“Sir, give him a moment,” a nurse interrupted, gently guiding Mad to sit back down before checking Mare over, offering him a kind smile and leaving the room. Mare looked back at Mad, averting his gaze as if struggling to string his thoughts together. He chewed on his bottom lip before meeting Mad’s eyes.

“It’s a shoulder wound,” he began slowly, lifting his arm in its sling. “Difficult to move this arm for a while. I may never fire a gun again.” He looked down at his arm, a shadow passing over his face for a moment before it was gone. “They’ll probably reassign me,” he murmured to himself, and Mad felt his chest tighten at the sorrow in Mare’s words.

“Thank you… for saving my life,” Mad said quietly, dropping his gaze to look at his hands, avoiding Mare’s curious look in fear of showing his innermost thoughts. “If nobody had stopped them—the gun was aimed at my heart…”

“Mad.” He looked up to see Mare chewing his lip again, forming sentences in his head with great difficulty. “I may have saved your life, but that was literally my job. I have to confess that I broke the rules. Over the course of time that I’ve ben assigned to you, my… oath changed.”

Mad walked to Mare’s bedside, crouching so he was eye-to-eye with him. He froze as Mare reached out to hold his hand in his good one, giving it a gentle squeeze before swallowing thickly.

“I’ve always treated my assignments as just that: an assignment. Meeting you, protecting you… I made an oath to myself years ago when I first joined the fleet. I never realised I would break it.”

Mad stared at Mare, furrowing his brows in confusion before asking the simple question: “What was the oath?”

“Never fall in love with my charge.” He offered Mad a watery smile and a short shrug, eyes welling with tears as he held Mad’s hand tighter. “I broke the oath. I fell for you. I jumped in front of that bullet because… I love you, Mad.”

He’d barely finished speaking before Mad was pressing lips to his, kissing him deeply and desperately as he moved his hand to hold the back of Mad’s head, controlling the kiss to fit their lips perfectly together. He shuffled back in the bed, sliding his hand down to tug on Mad’s shoulder, coaxing him back into a kiss as the scientist climbed into the bed beside him.

Mad’s heart felt like it could explode; being able to lay next to Mare and feel his lips on him felt like a destiny come real. His own hands explored as much of Mare as he could reach, running fingers through soft hair and down toned skin, clutching at the hospital gown covering his torso as Mare deepened their kiss.

“I love you,” Mad said between kisses, breathless yet refusing to part from Mare’s touch. “I’ve loved you since you walked into my lab. It’s been so hard not to touch you all this time. You’re my world, Mare.”

Mare paused before diving back in for a kiss, wrapping his good arm around Mad’s shoulders to hold him close. Mad’s hands found their place on Mare’s cheek and his chest, holding him as if letting go would make him disappear.

“I will always love you,” Mare whispered, pressing their foreheads together, breaths mingling. “I’ll love you until the day I die, and I’ll miss your touch if ever we’re apart.”

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Mare was released from the hospital the next day with strict orders not to overexert himself. He’d been told that his assignment was complete, and that he would be a trainer for new bodyguards due to his injury. Passing the news on to Mad, Mare spent most of the morning holding the scientist close.

Climbing into the cab, Mare paused before giving the address, knowing where duty needed him but needing to make one last stop. He pulled a stick of gum from his jacket pocket and popped it into his mouth, chewing nervously as he watched the scenery pass him.

“Mare? But I thought you had to fly across the country to start training the—” Mad’s confused ramble was cut off as Mare lifted him effortlessly with one arm, spinning him in a small circle before leaning forward to kiss him, feeling the trembling of his lip signalling Mad’s oncoming breakdown. “I don’t understand.”

“I called in some favours,” Mare stated simply, setting Mad back down and pecking him on the forehead. “I will be training new guards, but I’m not flying over to their camp to train them. I’m staying here.”

“I don’t…” Mad frowned as he tried to understand, letting Mare lead him inside the house with an arm around his waist. “Jackie, do you know what Mare’s talking about?” He asked as Jackie came to meet them, catching the look that passed between his friend and Mare.

“Mare asked me if there was a way that he could still do his work without having to leave the house,” Jackie explained, walking with the couple to the backyard, gesturing with his arm toward the acres of grasslands just past their property lines.

“They’ll be building a training facility a few miles in that direction,” Mare pointed, smiling at Mad. “All my students will be given accommodation in the facility grounds, and I can stay here. With you.”

“You’re staying?” Mad looked up at Mare with wide eyes, smile tugging at his lips when Mare nodded. “You’re staying!” Throwing his arms around Mare’s neck, he pulled the bodyguard down into a kiss, ignoring Jackie’s teasing chuckle as Mare returned the kiss.

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Papa

Little Papa Night drawing to go with the fic I wrote today.

Drawing the twins as babs is quite fun.

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First Words

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A/N: @iamvegorott gave me the prompt a week ago to explore what the twins' first words would be in the Papa Night AU.

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Night pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh, watching as the twins slapped food-covered hands against his polished wood dining table. He had turned away for a moment, but it was just enough time for the boys to stick their hands into their bowls of porridge and make a mess.

“Will you never obey my orders?” he groaned, moving to find a cloth to clean the hands of the twins. “You surely must understand the consequences of your decisions, knowing how you hate my cleaning your hands.”

Mare held his hands out for Night to clean, looking at him with guilty purple eyes. He kicked his feet, impatiently waiting for the god to clean him properly before lowering his hands and watching as Phantom was cleaned.

“Now, have you had enough to eat?” He asked, looking at each child in turn before taking away their bowls. “Let me put these in the kitchen, then I’ll come and put you both to bed.”

Bringing the bowls into the kitchen and scraping the remaining food from them, Night paused as he heard a clatter followed by a whoosh signalling one of the twins had started a fire. Sighing, he put the bowls in the dishwasher before moving back to the dining room.

“Papa!” Night froze. It was a petulant voice, filled with childlike annoyance, spoken in a whine over the crackling of the centrepiece on the table. “Papa…” That was Mare, looking tearfully at Night with a trembling lower lip while Phantom laughed beside him.

“Say that again.” Night’s voice was soft, awestruck as he looked at the child, waving a hand to extinguish the fire without tearing his gaze from Mare.

“P-Papa?” Mare let out a questioning yelp when Night scooped him up into his arms, holding him close to his chest and brushing his fingers through his hair.

“I—” There was no explaining the feeling swelling in his chest, the warmth that spread through him as Mare cuddled close. He let out a baffled huff at the dampness surrounding his eyes, freezing when Mare lifted a tiny finger to wipe away the tears he didn’t know were falling.

“Pa?” Looking up, he saw Phantom still sitting at the table, watching the god with confused and curious eyes. Shifting Mare to balance him on one hip, Night moved to Phantom and gently lifted him, walking both children to the couch and sitting with them on his lap.

“Boys,” he began, pausing to clear his throat. “Do you think of me as your father? Your… ‘papa’?” Mare and Phantom looked at each other before turning back to Night, leaning forward to hug him tightly.

“Papa,” Mare whispered, burying his face in Night’s jacket.

“Pa,” Phantom echoed, curling tightly into a ball in his lap.

A hesitation, a halting of breath as Night processed his twins’ utterances. His twins. Chaos-born children abandoned in the dead of night and left to freeze under a blossom tree. His children.

“Yes,” Night’s voice was barely above a whisper, holding his boys close as he let his emotions flood through him. “Yes, my sons, I’m your papa. I swear to always be your papa.”

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#writing #fanfiction #nwtb fanfiction #papa night au #god of night #chaos twins #this was fun to write #give Night some feels #also yes Phantom set a fire and made Mare grumpy #and I might draw this tonight if I have the energy

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My newer chapters weren’t received with the screams of anguish I was expecting…

Must write more angst and pain

#writing

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Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

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Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.

I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.

Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.

And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!

Is that not just the coolest shit ever????

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Do you ever just start writing and then it's a few thousand words later, and you're just like, 'Where the hell did any of this come from? This was not the plan. Wtf?'

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My Bodyguard, Chapter 5

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A/N: This is where the parallel with The Bodyguard (1992) ends, but I have more I want to add to this AU, so let's get past this angst first.

Warning: blood mention

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The ride to the presentation was one of the quietest rides Mad had ever experienced, more tense than going to his parents’ funerals. He sat beside Mare, chewing on his knuckle to distract from the warmth of Mare’s hand on his shoulder, keeping him against the seat as he watched the windows with keen eyes.

He was wearing the lavender button-down Mad hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of, the colour standing out among his black tie and suit. Mad watched as he rolled his shoulders to adjust the line of his wire, fingers itching to adjust it for him, wincing as he bit painfully hard into his knuckle and freezing when Mare turned to look at him.

“Are you alright?” God, Mad wanted that concerned tone to become corporeal and wrap him up in a warm hug. He stammered as Mare gently wrapped his fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth and turning it to inspect the indents on his knuckles. “Here, chew on this.”

Mad frowned as Mare handed him some chewing gum, then shrugged and popped it into his mouth, not getting the same resistance as his own fingers but not feeling as awkward all the same.

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The hall was huge, chairs spanning far into the darkness beyond Mad’s field of view, and he dumbly spat his chewed gum into the tissue Mare handed him, watching the bodyguard swiftly toss it into a nearby bin.

“There are cameras in every corner of the lecture hall, with extras halfway up the seating,” Mare said softly, placing his hand on the small of Mad’s back as he led him to the green room. “I’ll be keeping watch from the shadows, close to the door so that I can see everyone that comes in. You’ll see me before they turn down the lights for the presentation.”

“What do I do if I see something wrong?” Mad asked, swallowing past the nervous lump in his throat.

“If you suspect something, pinch the corner of your collar on your right,” Mare replied, removing his hand as the organiser walked forward. “Nova. I’m the bodyguard assigned to Mad. There is no cause for concern.”

Mad turned to look back at Mare as he was led away, feeling a cold knot forming in his stomach. Something was eating at him, something about how professional Mare was acting compared to the day before, and he wanted to hold Mare close and forget everything else.

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His presentation was met with a full hall, thousands of eyes watching his every move as he shakily began to speak, growing more confident as he got further into the talk. Mare was standing at the foot of the chairs, partially obscured by shadows with his arms folded, watching the crowds.

“Theoretical physics is a vastly complex study, due to there being very little concrete evidence to base theories on, but it is a great doorway into the world of both particle physics and quantum mechanics,” Mad started his conclusion, catching a slight movement to the corner of his eye. “Physics in general is a good study, but to add other dimensions to it surely proves—”

“Wait, Mad, I have a question.” Mad blinked as someone in the front row interrupted him, raising their hand as they stood out of their seat. “Theories are mostly comprised of hypotheticals, right? So, maybe I can pose a hypothetical to you.”

Mad gulped, lifting his hand to pinch at his collar, heart racing as he struggled to find Mare. “Uh, well, I don’t usually deal in—”

“Say for example I’m a student of yours,” the person continued, now merely feet away from Mad. “You’re teaching me theoretical physics, theories and sciences and all that. Well, what would happen if, hypothetically, well, what are the chances that another student is upset with your grade on their assignment and they pull a gun on you?”

The next moments were a blur to Mad, yet they felt like they happened in slow motion. There was a flash as the person pulled something from behind their back, the projector light dimly revealing the gun in their hand. Before Mad could react, there was a loud bang, the smell of hot metal, a dark shadow jumping in front of him…

And then he was sitting on the floor, shaking his head to clear the commotion in his ears. There was a scuffle as the heckler was arrested and escorted out of the hall, brilliant lights as someone flicked a switch, and students crowding all around him.

Getting his senses back, Mad turned to find Mare laying on the ground a few feet away, back toward him, and he crawled past the students to crouch beside the bodyguard. With a pounding heart and tears prickling at his eyes, Mad gently turned Mare over, gasping at the dark wet patch on his shoulder, seeing the red staining his shirt.

“Mare, Mare, can you hear me?” Biting back his panic, Mad held his hand to the wound, vainly attempting to stop the bleeding as Mare opened glassy eyes to look at him. “Oh, god, Mare, you’re going to be okay, right?”

“Mad…” Mare patted Mad’s hand on his shoulder, covering it in blood as he forced a smile. “Part of the… job…”

Mad shook his head, looking at the students surrounding them with panicked eyes, screaming for them to call emergency services, begging for space to breathe, anything. Carefully, he moved Mare to lean against his bent leg, propping him up and keeping pressure on his shoulder.

“Out of the way! Move it!” Mad looked up when paramedics managed to get a stretcher through the crowd, kneeling beside them and giving Mad a gentle smile. “He’s gonna be alright. You did great by keeping pressure on the wound; we can take care of it.” Mad watched dumbly as the paramedics carried Mare out of the hall, standing up on shaky legs to follow them.

“Mad! Mad, can you tell us what happened?” “Mad, did you know the shooter?” “Mad, who was that man that jumped in front of you?”

Police and reporters surrounded him as he left the building, swallowing him up in questions and pressing close when he tried to push them away. “Get out of my way, please… No comment, please… Later…”

“But who was that man? Why won’t you talk to us?”

“Shut up! He’s my bodyguard!” Mad broke down, yelling as he shoved through the crowd to slip into the ambulance with Mare, holding his hand the whole way to the hospital.

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Affection and the End of the Line

Just a little MadMare reenacting the famous scene from The Bodyguard (1992), and some Mare showing off his strength.

Thinking next page can be a chunk of pose practice…

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Now That You're Gone

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Part 1, 2

A/N: This next part of the fox Mad AU is... actually not about Mad at all, but about Phantom's past, and it's full of angst.

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Lying on the couch in just a pair of boxers and a too-large-to-be-his shirt, he gently combed his fingers through the dyed-green strands of hair on the head of the man laying on his chest. Stradling his hips with his striped tail swaying lazily between his legs, his pointed animal ears twitched with every brush of fingers against his scalp, lifting his head to watch Phantom through sky blue eyes surrounded by darker skin imitating a mask on his face. A soft and sleepy smile spread across his lips as he balled up his hands under his chin, making Phantom smile back with lovestruck eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Phantom breathed, lifting his free hand to trace around the patches near his eyes, smiling at the softness of his partner’s skin.

“Shut up,” The hybrid scoffed, swatting his hand away as his ears twitched. “I know you’re only saying that.” Phantom slipped a finger under his chin, lifting his face to meet his eyes.

“Jackie,” he began, voice soft. “I never lie to you. I love you. I love how your ears express so much more of your emotions than your face does. I love feeling the softness of your tail as I run my hand down your back, feeling the tip flick against my palm. I love how your skin looks,” he finished, sliding his hand down to run along his arm, pushing the sleeve back to look at the patches of darker skin dotting his arm.

“I’m a freak,” Jackie said tearfully, watching as Phantom traced his patches with a tender smile. “I’m the only one in my family with vitiligo, the only hybrid to have it, and it makes me look more like an animal and more human at once.”

“You are a beautiful combination of genetics,” Phantom replied, leaning forward to kiss the patches on Jackie’s arm. “The perfect proof that human-animal hybrids aren’t destructive. You’re beautiful,” he concluded as he leaned forward to kiss Jackie’s eyelids, brushing his thumb over the edge of the patches on his face.

“They’ll hate you,” Jackie whispered, pressing close to Phantom. “If they ever find out about us, they’ll mark you the outcast of the town. They’ll kill me, and they’ll hate you.” He stared as Phantom gently used his thumbs to wipe away Jackie’s tears, offering him a comforting smile.

“I’ll never let them hurt you,” he promised, leaning forward to catch Jackie’s quivering lips in a kiss, feeling as the raccoon hybrid relaxed against him.

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Holding a photograph in his hand, Phantom turned his head in the direction of Mare’s footsteps outside his room door, waiting for his brother to knock before letting him in, tucking the photo under his pillowcase.

“You’re hiding something from me,” Mare cut right to the chase as he sat on the end of Phantom’s bed, crossing his legs and waiting for his brother to start talking. “I have a feeling it’s got something to do with the five years we lived apart. Spill.”

Phantom sighed, reaching under his bed to pull out a soft shirt. “I understand how you feel about Mad,” he began, fingers brushing over the fabric in his hands. “In the time we lived apart, I wasn’t living alone. And I loved him, Mare.”

Mare lifted his hand to wrap around Phantom’s shoulders, pulling him in to embrace him sideways. He could feel the tension in his brother’s hesitation, sense his grief, and he tilted his head to rest on Phantom’s and provide comfort.

“What was his name?”

“Jackie,” Phantom whispered, not trusting that his voice wouldn’t betray his tears. “His name was Jackie.”

--

Phantom returned home with a smile on his face, whistling a tune and patting the velvet box in his pocket. He closed the door and prepared to call out to Jackie, pausing when he saw the scene in front of him.

The living room was in shambles, coffee table overturned, and mugs shattered on the ground. There were large gashes in the couch, signs of struggle where Jackie had clearly been clawing at the cushions.

Phantom gasped as he saw the droplets of blood on the hardwood floor, watching the dark lines of boot scrapes showing that his love had been dragged out of the house. Falling to his knees, he held a hand to his chest as his breathing grew ragged, struggling to hold back the breakdown washing over him.

They’d taken Jackie. They’d taken the one thing he loved most because he was a hybrid. Walking to his room as if in a dream, Phantom pulled out one of Jackie’s shirts and held it to his nose, letting tears fall freely as he crumbled to the ground.

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Mine Alone

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A/N: @iamvegorott gave me a prompt to write the chaos twins getting jealous, with the thought that I could write the two ships at once. This was tricky to write, but it's got some Booky humour in it, so that passes for something.

Warnings: Smut.

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“They’re just hanging out,” Phantom stated, leaning against the doorframe beside Mare, sensing his seething jealousy as they watched Jackie and Mad at the dining table. “You know that Jackie’s not Mad’s type.”

“They’re too close,” Mare muttered, folding his arms across his chest with his eyes trained on Mad, watching as the scientist talked animatedly beside Jackie, pausing to ensure the hero was understanding before launching into his next ramble.

“They usually sit this close,” Phantom sighed, elbowing Mare in the side. “You’re just in a petty mood today, aren’t you? Finding something wrong with every—” he cut himself off as Mad reached out to trace his fingers along the veins of Jackie’s arms, seeming to be telling him about the muscles there, and suddenly Phantom understood Mare’s jealousy. “You may have a point…” His comment trailed off as he turned to see the empty spot where his brother had been standing, smirking when he heard the bedroom door close down the hall.

“Phan, do you know why Mare’s—” Jackie’s question was interrupted by Phantom tugging him down into a harsh kiss, fingers slipping under the hem of his hoodie to remove it as he led Jackie to the living room couch without breaking the kiss. “Okay, I’m lost,” the hero chuckled as he fell backwards onto the couch, watching Phantom climb over him to straddle his waist, shoving the hoodie over his head before leaning back into an intense kiss.

--

“I was having a conversation…” Mad trailed off as Mare wrapped his arms around his waist, effortlessly lifting him up and pressing him against the closed bedroom door to kiss him. “What’s going on, Mare?” Instead of an answer, Mare just pressed Mad further against the door, slotting a leg between Mad’s own and pushing, letting him feel how riled up Mare was.

“You were touching Jackie’s arm,” Mare growled against Mad’s neck, shifting to lift him slightly, holding him above his head to nip and suck at his chest through his soft shirt. “He’s not strong enough for you. Only I can hold you like this.”

Mad gasped as Mare pulled him away from the door, catching him in a searing kiss as he gently tossed Mad onto the bed, climbing over him and working on removing his clothes as fast as possible. After getting his shirt off, Mad pulled Mare back down by the back of his neck to kiss him again, sliding his hands down to work on undoing Mare’s jeans.

“Jealousy’s a nice colour on you,” Mad breathed against Mare’s lips, pulling away just enough to see Mare’s eyes darken before he hooked his fingers into Mad’s sweatpants, practically ripping them and his boxers off his hips. “Mare!” Mad’s hips bucked as Mare settled between his legs, engulfing Mad’s cock in his mouth in one smooth motion.

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“You’re mine,” Phantom growled into Jackie’s skin, sitting on his lower stomach with his hands carding through Jackie’s hair. Both were bare, Phantom rocking his hips back just enough for Jackie’s cock to slip between his cheeks. “Every part of you is mine, including your muscles and your strength.”

“Phantom…” Jackie groaned as Phantom sank down on him, resisting the urge to buck up into Phantom. “He was-he was just telling me about the way the muscles work…” he trailed off as Phantom began to roll his hips in circles, moaning at how much Jackie filled him.

“Only I can make you feel this way,” Phantom exaggerated his moans as he began to ride Jackie, hissing as the hero dug his nails into his hips. “Only I can fit you so well, I only know how to touch you, to move against you in such a perfect way.” Leaning forward until only the tip of Jackie’s cock was inside him, Phantom brushed his lips against Jackie’s ear before slamming back down, tracing the veins in his arms as he threw his head back.

“Phan, Phan, bloody hell, only you,” Jackie panted, tightening his grip on Phantom’s hips to pull him down hard with every thrust up, catching the perfect spot inside Phantom to drag out loud and lewd moans. “Only you can touch me like this, god, keep going.”

--

Mad groaned as Mare pulled away just before he came, hands tangled in his hair and face flushed bright red, looking down his body to watch Mare pressing soft kisses to the insides of his thighs, so close to where he needed him most.

“M-Mare, please,” Mad begged, frowning when Mare slid his hands up to grasp his hips, moving around to get handfuls of his ass, lifting him effortlessly before swiping his tongue across his entrance. “Mare!” Mad’s eyes rolled back as Mare pressed his tongue inside, curling just right to make him see stars.

Toes curling, Mad kept his fingers tangled in Mare’s hair as he ate him out, trying and failing to buck his hips toward Mare’s mouth, adoring the strength Mare had to hold him up with just the grip on his ass. He moaned as Mare began to squeeze his hands, bringing him closer and closer to the edge before pulling away again, dropping him back onto the mattress with a sly smirk.

“I only want to see you touching my arms like you touched Jackie’s,” Mare panted, the only sign of his exertion as he worked himself out of his clothes. “I’m the only one who can feel your calloused fingers touching my skin, inspecting my muscles and strength.”

“Only you—” Mad’s breathless statement was cut off by Mare scooping him up, pressing their chests together as he lowered Mad onto his cock, both groaning at the sensation. “Mare, Mare, move, please,” he panted, clinging to Mare’s shoulders as the musician complied, hands on his waist to bounce him, messily seeking out his lips for a heated kiss, moving Mad as if he weighed nothing.

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“You wouldn’t want to see me touching some other strong man’s arms, would you?” Phantom asked, one hand gripping Jackie’s bicep while the other danced fingers down his chest, feeling Jackie’s grip tighten signalling he was close. “Tracing the veins on some stranger’s muscles the way I touch yours?”

“God, Phantom,” Jackie gasped, watching Phantom roll his body in time with his movements, giving him a show. “N-No, no, I wouldn’t want to see that, I want you to touch only me like that, shit, close,” he panted, whimpering when Phantom leaned forward enough for Jackie to slip out.

“Show me how I’m yours alone,” Phantom said lowly into Jackie’s ear, humming when Jackie immediately flipped them, pushing back inside and setting a furious pace, jerking Phantom off as he littered his neck with marks. “Fuckin’ hell,” Phantom groaned as he came, dragging his nails down Jackie’s arms as the hero continued his movements.

He whined as Jackie bit into his shoulder, pushing deep inside as he came, filling Phantom with warmth and gripping his hips tight enough there would surely be bruises tomorrow. He peppered Phantom’s face with kisses as they both came down from their highs, neither wanting to move, satisfied to stay how they were.

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“I wouldn’t let just anybody touch me,” Mare grunted, dropping Mad back onto the mattress without stopping his thrusts, holding Mad so close Mad was sure he’d melt into Mare’s skin. “Only you, you’re the only one who can touch me.”

“Mare,” Mad managed to fumble out, mouth slack with pleasure as he snaked an arm up to hold Mare’s cheek, pulling him into a deep and sloppy kiss. “I-I would never touch someone the way I touch you. You’re special.”

Mare held Mad tighter as the scientist came, tightening around him and bringing him over the edge. Mad whimpered as Mare filled him, his release coming in waves before he finally released his hold on the smaller man, kissing every freckle he could get his lips on.

“You’re special to me, too, dearest,” Mare whispered, smiling at Mad’s tired and blissed-out face. Pulling out as gently as he could, he climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom, pausing when Mad grabbed his wrist.

“Stay…”

“I will, I promise,” Mare replied, turning his hand to take Mad’s and lift it to his lips. “Let me get us cleaned up and get you a glass of water, then we’ll cuddle and I’ll read you that book you wanted.” When Mad sleepily nodded, Mare kissed his fingers before dropping his hand, heading to the bathroom.

After cleaning himself off, Mare pulled on a pair of boxers and brought a damp cloth out to Mad, gently cleaning him up before tossing the cloth aside, taking Mad’s cheek to turn his head for a deep kiss, pulling away just as Mad was getting into it.

“I need to get you a glass of water,” he chuckled at Mad’s pout, kissing his forehead before pulling a loose shirt over his head and walking into the hall.

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“Oh, come on! Really?”

Jackie lifted his head slightly at Mare’s exclamation, hissing as Phantom jumped, tightening around him and making him remember he hadn’t pulled out of the barman. Slowly he rolled off Phantom, sighing when the barman rolled over to lay on top of him, uncaring of the state they were in.

“What?” Phantom asked lazily, adjusting to rest his cheek on Jackie’s chest. “It’s not like Mad got to have some fun in your room.” Effortlessly he caught the apple Mare tossed at him, biting into it before offering it to Jackie, who refused with a red face.

“Yes, my room. You just fucked your boyfriend on my couch!” Mare yelled, throwing his hands in the air before going to the fridge. “My couch! I’m going to have to bleach the thing!”

“Not like you haven’t done it on this couch,” Phantom commented, perfectly comfortable laying on top of Jackie stark naked, thighs sticky from Jackie’s mess still leaking from him. “I’m sure the couch needs more than bleach. I think I’ve got a blacklight somewhere—”

“I own this couch!” Mare was slowly losing his patience, tone rising with every word. “I can do whatever I want on my own furniture! You don’t own this couch! You can’t just fuck Jackie wherever you want in my house!”

“Fine, fine,” Phantom sighed, snapping his fingers to send Jackie and himself away, leaving Mare in the kitchen staring at the clothes still on the floor and the faint dark stain on the couch cushions.

“You left your clothes; I’m going to burn them!” Mare called to the air, taking Mad’s glass of water and going back to the bedroom, smiling when he saw Mad curled up with his head on Mare’s pillow, fast asleep. “I guess there’s no reading tonight,” he chuckled, setting the glass on the bedside table before climbing into bed, holding Mad close and closing his eyes.

--

“I can’t believe you made me do that!” Jackie cried as he pulled an oversized sleep shirt over his head. “I’m going to have to apologise to Mad tomorrow.”

“Relax,” Phantom sighed from his place on the bed, only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants. “I can bet you that Mad’s fast asleep right now, and by the time he gets up tomorrow, Mare will have cleaned the couch.”

“Still,” Jackie persisted, crawling into bed beside Phantom. “He’ll be so upset about it. He loves that couch.”

“We didn’t destroy the couch, Jackie,” Phantom assured him, pulling him down so they were laying on their sides facing each other. “At least, we didn’t destroy the couch like we destroyed the desk in the office of the bar.” He smirked as Jackie hid his face behind his hands, curling into Phantom’s embrace.

“Goodnight, my hero,” Phantom whispered as he kissed Jackie’s head, closing his eyes to fall asleep.

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I NEVER REALISED WHAT THIS SONG WAS REALLY ABOUT AND NOW I NEED TO IMPLEMENT THIS KNOWLEDGE INTO A MADMARE FIC

I'm at the gym listening to Physical by Olivia Newton-John and I thought to myself. Huh, what would happen if Mad heard the song and thought it was just about exercising? When really the song means something else entirely🥵 🔥

Mad's casually singing the song while making a coffee

Mare's trying to behave while Phantom's laughing his ass off and asks Mad if he knows what the song is about

Mad answers 'exercising' with an innocent smile

Phantom's laughing louder and Mare's trying to not break the table with his horny grip XD

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Why We Lock the Doors

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Part 1

A/N: More of the fox Mad AU that I wrote the other day! Just wanted to get something out that didn't need that much thinking...

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“What happened to the rest of your pack?” Mare handed Mad the mug of hot chocolate before sitting in the chair beside him, nudging his glasses up his nose with the back of his finger. “How come you’re alone?”

“We got separated,” Mad answered quietly, sniffing the mug before taking a sip, ears twitching at the sweet flavour that touched his tongue. “I stopped to get a drink at the creek, and they didn’t notice. Then I got a bit lost, and now I’m here. I’m sorry I didn’t wait to be invited inside. Usually, the houses I come across are empty, so I can easily scratch the lock off the door and get inside.”

Mare listened to Mad speak, eyes darting to the lump under his cloak spread out around him. His attention drifted as he began to wonder how much of Mad was human and how much was fox, whether the lump was a tail he was hiding. Against his control, he started to think about how Mad’s tail would look, whether it would be soft and bushy or wiry, and without realising it he was leaning toward Mad as curiosity got the better of him.

The soft sound of Mad clearing his throat uncomfortably brought Mare back, apologising with a red face as he leaned away in embarrassment. Mad’s response was soft, a low whisper of dismissal, before he turned amber eyes toward the musician.

“Do you have somewhere I could sleep? I’ll only need a few hours, then I’ll leave. You won’t even know I was here.” With the contrast of his ears, the amber of his eyes was closer to a burnt orange, a pale brown with the faintest flecks of a fire in them.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’ll set up the bed in the guest room,” Mare stammered, blinking away the way Mad’s eyes captivated him. “It’s just down the hall there. There’s a bathroom as well if you need to clean up or anything.” Stumbling out of the chair, Mare headed for the linen closet to fetch some bedding, watching out the corner of his eye as Mad finished his drink and stood up.

“Thank you for the fire and the drink,” Mad whispered, reaching out to softly touch Mare’s hand in farewell before pulling away, drawing his cloak tighter around himself and stepping back. “You are… one of the nicer humans I’ve crossed paths with, and I won’t forget how kind you’ve been.”

Mare fumbled for a reply, ending up staring dumbly at the closed door of the guest room before shuffling down the hall to clean the mugs and head to bed.

--

He was woken by a clattering of dishware and thudding the following morning, slapping his hand over the bedside table in search of his glasses and sloppily putting them on before heading out of the room.

“I don’t care that you’re leaving! I want to know why you were here in the first place!” Mare felt his chest tighten at the fearful yet fierce tone of his brother, sprinting down the last few steps to find Phantom standing in the main room with his bow and arrow pointed at Mad.

Mare wore a terrified face, hands held up toward his chin as he stared Phantom down, ears folded back on his head and tail pressed between his legs. With his cloak off, Mare could see the soft black fingerless gloves Mad was wearing as well as the well-worn black boots covering his feet.

“Phantom, stop,” Mare called, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder to encourage him to lower his weapon. “I let him in last night after I found him scratching at the door. It was cold, and he said he’d leave in the morning. I don’t think he’d hurt us.”

Phantom frowned as he listened to Mare, arms lowered but arrow still cocked in the bow. His eyes held a fire as he glared at Mad, stepping to the side slightly to shield his brother before sighing and returning the arrow to its quiver.

“Get out.” He watched as Mad swiftly took his cloak and left the house, barely making a sound as he bolted out the door. “This is why I tell you to lock the doors, Mare,” he said softly, shrugging off Mare’s hand and moving to sit down. “You could have been hurt.”

“But I wasn’t,” Mare argued, sitting opposite Phantom and hugging himself. “All he wanted was to sit by the fire for a few hours and get some rest. He’d gotten separated from his pack; he had no intention of hurting me.”

“What if he was lying?” Phantom pressed, looking at Mare with a hard stare. “What if you opened that door and got tackled by a pack of six hybrids? You can’t guarantee your safety by just looking at someone.”

“I didn’t sense any danger from him,” Mare mumbled, moving to cross his arms as he pouted. “He’s scared and alone, just like we were. I can’t look at someone like that and just turn them away, I’m not like that.”

“Save the bleeding heart confessions for later,” Phantom snorted, reaching forward to pat Mare’s knee. “You couldn’t turn him away because you were drawn to his freckles. I know you, Mare. It’s too dangerous to pursue these feelings you have for him.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Mare scoffed, standing up and stepping out of Phantom’s reach. “It’s more than his freckles, though. He’s soft spoken and cute. The fox part isn’t the whole of it, and I know it’s dangerous to fall for a hybrid, but it’s not like I can turn that off.”

“Yeah,” Phantom sighed, looking down at his hands as memories surfaced. “I just want you to be safe, alright?”

“I promise that I’m being safe,” Mare stated, heading back upstairs to bed.

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