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cuffmeinblack · 1 year

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The experiment

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt

Tags: explicit | first kiss | handjobs | admission of feelings

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Summary: Ominis admits he isn't sure whether he has a sexual preference given his woeful inexperience. Sebastian offers to be his guinea pig.

A/n: Smut, with feelings.

Ominis sat next to Sebastian in the library, trying to think of a way to start his essay—Dittany and its uses. It should be fairly straightforward, but the room was full of distractions, and Scribner was nowhere to be found. Sebastian had taken to making a rolling commentary on every girl that walked past, much to Ominis' annoyance. He knew that they found Sebastian attractive, as demonstrated by the group of girls who giggled in his direction as Sebastian nudged Ominis hard in the arm. He'd spent the first half of their final year at Hogwarts growing increasingly irritated at the intrusions.

"You need to get out there more, Ominis. Is there anyone you fancy?" Sebastian muttered.

"Not really," Ominis said, idly twirling his quill in his hand.

"How does it work…you know…," Sebastian started.

"I have other senses as well, you know," Ominis interrupted.

"I know that, I'm asking if you prefer girls or boys," Sebastian said, his bluntness catching Ominis off-guard.

Sebastian was obviously more perceptive that he gave him credit for, and Ominis wasn't sure how to answer him.

"I suppose I'm more drawn to female voices, and they smell good, too," Ominis pondered.

Not entirely a lie. Except, Sebastian's voice was pleasant enough, especially when he was intentionally turning on his charm, of which he had in excess. And of course Ominis couldn't complain of the smell of his friend's hair when he leaned in to whisper some humorous remark or devilish jibe in his ear. He couldn't deny his fierce affection for his friend, or the jealous pangs in his stomach he felt whenever Sebastian flirted with a girl, he had simply chosen to ignore them—he was just lonely, scared of losing his friend.

"That they do," Sebastian agreed.

Ominis sighed. "I suppose I wouldn't know until I tried is my truthful answer."

A silence stretched between them as Ominis regretted his answer, doing his best to stop his cheeks from burning by nervously fiddling with his tie. He'd had it wrong, Sebastian simply wanted to believe they were the same, when it came to the most basic of urges. Of course they weren't.

"Do you want to?" Sebastian said finally in a quiet, almost subdued voice, completely rid of the cocky assuredness it usually held.

"Do I want to what?" Ominis asked, frowning.

"Try."

His reply was almost a whisper. Struck dumb, Ominis' mouth hung open as he stammered and tried to form a coherent sentence in reply.

"What are you talking about Sebastian?"

"I…never mind."

"Was that a genuine offer?"

"Yes."

The thought utterly terrified him, not only because of his woeful inexperience in such matters but because it was Sebastian—his best friend, his confidante. What if he hated the experience, would it make their interactions awkward? What if he did, in fact, enjoy it—that almost felt like a worse prospect, the thought of being sexually attracted to his friend who had only offered out of…what, charity?

He didn't have much time to dwell on the matter as he found himself being dragged across the library by Sebastian's hand around his wrist. He hadn't expected the forcefulness from his friend, who pulled him into a quiet corner, the chatter from the main library left behind. Ominis' heart beat rapidly and painfully in his chest as he felt Sebastian move closer to him, his breath on his face and hands brushing his forearms. Sebastian seemed to be reconsidering the idea as they stood in silence until Ominis drew a sharp breath, which seemed to spur him into action.

Sebastian pressed his mouth to his, their bodies both still, considering the development and waiting for a reaction. Ominis was frankly terrified, though the feeling of Sebastian's soft lower lip between his own stirred something deep inside him and he willed himself to move, parting his own lips to deepen the kiss. Sebastian seemed to think this was enough of a reaction as he tilted his head and pressed his body against Ominis', taking what little breath remained in his lungs away. Ominis gasped and parted his lips eagerly, anticipating Sebastian's tongue which delved into his mouth and found his own.

Ominis had expected his first kiss to be a gentle and awkward encounter, but this was frenetic and intense, as if they'd been waiting for this moment for years. If Ominis were truthful to himself, he had—and the reasons for the late nights where he found himself thinking of his best friend's face nuzzled against his neck became painfully obvious.

They were now so entangled that he could feel Sebastian's hip bones pressing into him as Ominis gripped his waist tightly, Sebastian's hands tangled in Ominis' hair. Their breathing was erratic and Ominis found it hard to remain silent and keep his ears open to any noise from wandering students. He lost his control once he felt Sebastian's hips push against him, his own arousal so painfully clear. Ominis let out a quiet moan at the friction and Sebastian became completely still then started pulling away, his hands quickly untangling themselves from his hair.

Ominis had no idea what to say or do, so simply stood there and waited for Sebastian to say something. But he never did, only turned and left without another word, leaving Ominis standing against the cold wall, dishevelled, aroused and confused.

Sebastian wasn't in Charms, in fact Ominis didn't see him at all for the rest of the day. He wasn't even at dinner, and Ominis picked at his food for a while before giving up and retiring to the common room. He asked a few of his classmates about Sebastian's whereabouts but nobody seemed to know where he was. Ominis thought he knew where he would be, but clearly Sebastian was avoiding him, and he wasn't sure what would be achieved by ambushing him. Ominis needed to think carefully about what to say—should he apologise? Put it down to being inexperienced and touch-starved? It hadn't been a feeling he could control, after all.

Sebastian's own actions were confusing enough—he had been the one to suggest it, initiate it, and his kisses were eager. Ominis had no basis for comparison, but he was pretty sure that Sebastian had enjoyed it, too. Ominis tried to distract himself by reading but the pursuit seemed entirely hopeless. He retreated to the dormitory, deciding to get an early night.

His roommates filed in over the coming hours as Ominis lay in bed, thinking, fidgeting, and waiting. Sebastian was the last to enter the room just before curfew, Ominis recognising his familiar footfalls and the scent of his skin.

"Are you just going to ignore me for the rest of our lives, Sebastian?" he said.

The hours of rumination had turned his thoughts angry and bitter. Sebastian stopped his approach towards his bed and Ominis noticed his roommate's chatter die down. They must be used to the two friends' bickering but Ominis rarely used such a tone. Sebastian walked towards Ominis, who was sitting on top of his bedsheets in his pyjamas, books strewn over the mattress. Ominis felt the dip in the bed as Sebastian's weight fell next to him, heard the curtains around his bed draw shut and a loud sigh and a muttered silencing charm.

"I'm not apologising, Sebastian. You started it. I can't help it if I…" Ominis trailed off, losing some of his confidence.

"What? Why would you apologise?" Sebastian asked.

Ominis frowned. He thought that was fairly obvious.

"For becoming…," Ominis breathed deeply, trying to force the words out. "Aroused."

"Merlin's beard, Ominis. So was I, that's why I left," Sebastian muttered.

"So what does that mean?" Ominis said, his head swimming.

"I don't know, I suppose that the experiment was a success?" Sebastian laughed weakly.

"I suppose it was," Ominis said nervously.

"Well I'm in your bed now, so…," Sebastian said, pushing Ominis back against the headboard and straddling his lap.

Ominis knew what to expect this time and chose to lose himself in the moment instead of worrying if the silencing charm would hold. He moaned into Sebastian's mouth as he hummed appreciatively. Ominis' buttons were swiftly undone, Sebastian's hands finding their way to his chest and gliding across his taut stomach.

"I've wanted this for so long," Sebastian muttered as his mouth found Ominis' neck, kissing and sucking his skin gently. Ominis found it so much more exciting than his fantasies. Sebastian's top was thrown to the end of the bed and Ominis felt his way around his torso. He had imagined Sebastian's body to be similar to his but he was broader as well as taller, with more muscle on his frame. He traced the hardness of his abdominal muscles down, stopping tentatively at his waistband. Sebastian ceased his exploration of his neck and rest his forehead against his temple, breathing heavily against his cheek, taking Ominis' hand gently and placing it on his erection.

"Touch me, Ominis, please," he whispered.

Ominis felt fear bubble up inside him—he'd only learned how to pleasure himself, what if Sebastian liked different things? What if he was disappointed? He ran his thumb over the head of his cock, glistening with precum, and ran his hand down the shaft, taking him in his hand firmly and starting a steady rhythm. Sebastian's fingers curled into his hair as his mouth returned to Ominis', planting slow and deep kisses on his lips and moaning altogether too loudly. Apparently Ominis did know how to pleasure him.

Sebastian sensed Ominis' own growing frustration and increasingly urgent thrusts of his hips and his hands dropped to pull down his pyjama trousers. As he took Ominis' erection in his hand, he shouted an expletive and whimpered as Sebastian stroked him gently. As their orgasms built, Ominis could feel Sebastian's hand becoming shaky as their tempos matched.

"I'm going to…," Ominis gasped into Sebastian's mouth.

Sebastian groaned as he finished, thrusting into Ominis' hand, his cum spilling over his fingers. Ominis felt his orgasm explode just afterward, his arms shaking and legs numb from Sebastian's weight on his thighs. They'd made an awful mess, but they didn't much care, instead brushing their lips against each other and gasping until their breathing steadied.

"Merlin, you're beautiful, Ominis," Sebastian whispered.

Ominis smiled and wondered how they'd waited seven years for this.

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batwritings · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 12 - Hand Job

Horangi's turn! I really tried to do justice to him finding the balance of that inner peace. Enjoy!~

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It wasn’t exactly a secret amongst the KorTac group; you were defacto “mom teammate”. You made sure everyone had what they needed in regards to their care on the field before heading out. Sure, colonels like König could manage the technical and equipment side of things. The work you did was more from the mental headspace aspect.

Now, all this being said, you weren’t often seen showing the same amount of care to yourself. This fact certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Horangi. Having been in your position himself once upon a time, he made it his mission to get you to start to care for yourself. And that started in the form of a self care day.

This man had the works laid out for you. Different options upon options that were slightly overwhelming to see all at once that had your mind wondering if all those stereotypes about “Korean beauty standards” were a real thing. Thankfully for you, you weren’t going to be doing all of this at once.

The man starts with simple things, effectively having you be his guinea pig of sorts. He’d have you sit still for him to put certain things on, starting with your face and hands. It smelled…interesting, felt even stranger, and you were a bit relieved when it was removed.

“Feel your skin now,” Horangi instructed you, watching you intently for your reaction. You let your fingers run over your hands and face with a glimmer in your eyes. Never in your life had your skin felt so…well, nothing short of perfect.

“Never took you for one for the whole ‘beauty standard’ thing,” you admitted, looking over each bit that he’d paid attention to. You could see the self-satisfied smirk in your peripheral vision. Curious, you tilted your head. “What? Were you also previously a k-pop star?”

Horangi chuckled and shook his head. “Thankfully no,” he told you, a slight sadness in his voice. “What they have to go through to meet the standards of their managers is…” The man sat for a while, trying to choose the right words before he shook his head. “Anyway, no, I was never involved in the entertainment industry back home.”

You continued to watch his relaxed posture as he sat back against the head of your bed. “But it wasn’t just looks that got me allowed into places I probably shouldn’t have been,” he admits. You see his hand move and cover the slight bump in his sweatpants and instantly understand.

A smirk comes to your face now, slowly adjusting yourself to lay between his legs. “Really now?” you ask, voice seductive and amused all at once. “Why don’t you show me proof then?”

There were a lot of things Hong-jin was, now that he had spent time in the military and especially with KorTac. Strong, courageous, selfless even; but he was also no stranger to feeding the beast inside him to keep it in line. Lightly calloused hands slide down the waistband of his sweats, pulling his member free. It was more impressive than you had initially thought, making your eyes widen just a bit.

Instinct immediately told you “put your lips on it”, but you’re stopped almost as quickly as the thought came to you. “Use your hands only,” Horangi tells you softly. He sits back to keep his hands away and watch

You blink a bit, confused before you do as he asks. Your freshly cared for hand comes up to wrap around his member as you start a slow pace of stroking him. His pleased rumble sounds more akin to a purr, further attributing to his call sign. Part of you wants to give him grief, but you decide that can wait.

You go with the motions for a while; up and down, up and down. You watched the man in front of you intently for every reaction. He seemed to particularly enjoy it when you ran your thumb over the tip, catching the pre-cum there as you went.

“Ah…씨발,” Horangi huffs, hands fisting in the thin blanket of his cot. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d done this before.” He tries to chuckle, but your roll your thumb and twist your hand just right and those pretty brown eyes are rolling back in pleasure.

You laugh a little at this. “Just a time or ten,” you tell him. Your other hand comes up to join the other, working his cock in a solid grip. You switch it up almost immediately, one hand continuing to love on the Korean man’s member while the other moved to fondle his tight balls.

The extra stimulation was more than enough for your caretaker of the day. Horangi came with a low groan, hips bucking up into your touch. He watched through half-lidded eyes at the mess he made across your hands, not wanting to leave the softness of your skin. Yet the telltale sensations of overstimulation began to rise, causing him to writhe in your grip.

You let go immediately, hopping up to find a tissue or washcloth to clean the two of you up with. “Looks like you may have to redo my hands,” you tease lightly as you clear both your skin and his of the mess. Horangi chuckles softly as he tucks himself away.

“Any time for you, 내 사랑.”

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godisshook · 1 year

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Big Red

Ethan had been my boyfriend for years, and it seemed as if I were locked in with him, even going as so far as to make life plans. We communicated and understood what each other wanted out of a relationship, we truly meshed. We had been friends since childhood, and when I came out to him, he did as well, and that was history. He would grow to become your classic student-athlete, playing every sport he could, and having tons of extracurriculars. I did band and orchestra, and adored science.

As we got to senior year of high school, I noticed something weird. Ethan would focus on the gym more and more, and he would comment on how "small" he was, comparing himself to everyone else. No matter how much I would reassure him, he always felt small, comparing himself to the biggest in the gym, who were usually grown men. My protests fell on deaf ears, however, and he became hell-bent on becoming bigger.

When we got into freshman year of college, he would be at his worst when it came to his perception of his body, and that came because of his new frat president, Jaime. He joined Greek life as he felt it was a way to build bonds. The president was the biggest guy in the frat, and would constantly show his dominance over Ethan, calling him a "bitchboy" and "Little Red." I tried to keep his mood up, but it was clear he was at a low.

We were set to go to a Christmas party held by his frat, and as I get dolled up, he comes to pick me up, feeling good and generally optimistic. When we get to the party, the pledges at the gate eye me up, and I glare at them back. As the night goes on, I feel the need to stave off sobriety, so I decided to go to get a white claw from the bar. The frat guy running the bar hands me a drink and points to my left, I immediately notice the president himself walking up to me, and telling me to "come upstairs."

The walk up two flights of stairs was definitely difficult, but as we make it up, I notice a couple of the other brothers and Ethan. The president takes off his shirt and looks over at Ethan. "We don't do hazing, but just know I can always take your bitch!" As he says this, he pulls my head down to his boxers and pulls them down, beckoning me to suck his cock. As I look at Ethan pleadingly, he stares straight at the president, with a look that could kill him dead. I was ashamed after that night, but Ethan continued to reassure me, and said, "It's just how the frat rolls."

I soon became responsible for building his diet, and because I was planning on becoming an Exercise Science major, he would jokingly call himself my "guinea pig" as I would test diets and exercise methods on him. He got bigger fast, almost too fast. He started lifting more and became obsessed with his body, we barely even talked as he would spend most of his days in the gym.

We got our own apartment off-campus, and I would still try to cook for him, and he would show his appreciation by fucking my brains out. Things were still great, though, and even as he spent most of his days in the gym, he would still make time for me.

Next year, he would become frat president, and Jaime would seemingly disappear, as he would stay a regular member. Ethan was the ultimate jock now, and he would use me whenever he wanted, calling me his "good boy."

One morning, I saw a new story post from Ethan's account. The guy in the background looks familiar, and as I search for his account, I realize it was the same guy at the party. I swipe up and ask, "Who's the guy taking ur pictures?" Ethan tells me, "I have this bitchboy taking my pictures just to be near my alpha pheromones." A realization hits me as I look closer at the photos, the guy taking the photos was none other than Jaime. Now, the guy who once towered over Ethan was taking his photos.

When I get back to our apartment that night, I see no other than Ethan in the living room, and he tells me to sit down. He explains that the sudden growth he achieved was because he took muscle from the president. As his alpha pheromones strengthened, he took more and more muscle from the frat members, until he became the biggest. Little Red was now Big Red, the most dominant guy in the frat, and the main jock of the school.

Now, he had beckoned me to his feet. I was to worship him now. He would lean back casually into the couch as I sucked on his cock slowly. Climbing up onto his cock filled me with joy, and as I bounce up and down on it, I would moan into the air, even as he would take his massive hands to block my mouth from moaning. He was laser-focused on fucking me, grunting, and pushing my body on his cock. His alpha pheromones flood my body, and I get even wetter.

He took pride in dominating me, and it felt as if he was letting out his rage at Jaime on me. I knew he wasn't really mad at me, but he certainly fucked like he was. His cock filled my whole completely, and he had to stuff it in as it was so massive. Cum filled my hole as he slammed my ass against his cock with his arms, and his dick would throb in my ass, getting cum deep in me.

I rolled over to the other side, and he hugs against me with just his boxers on. As I try to settle to sleep after he ravaged my hole, I feel a hard throb against my ass. Soon, his cock is peeking through his boxers, and by the time I look back, he's staring at me with hungry eyes, and I get wet once more. Looking at him, I can tell he's in a full rut, and he won't stop until he cums as much as it takes.

His cock slides in and out of me, and my body buckles against it. He puts my body into a full bear hug and rams his cock in and out of me. His hands go over my mouth once again, suppressing my moans. We fuck until cum is all over my body, and I lay near him, as he has finally ravaged me completely.

I dreamed of him, he was mine, and our memories together just kept expanding. Waking up in his bed, I get a familiar feeling, and look over to see Ethan gone. As I look around, I see him in the bathroom biting at my thong, "Nice thong, I see you went with green, a shame you’re not getting it back." I blush at the comment and use the comforter to cover myself as I get ready, next to Big Red himself.

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 1 year

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Hi, how are you? do you sleep well? how about Beelzebub, Buddha, Loki (record of ragnarok) with an agelo-like reader, like this beautiful light, eyes the color of the ocean that reflects the world's sadness, such a pretty little angel, it would be nice to see how they take care of this exhausted creature, you can childhood friends . I know it's confusing, but I wrote it from the heart. If you don't want to, you can ignore (≧∇≦)/

hii sweetie, yes is slept well, thank uu and u? i studied the whole day but now i take some time off for the reqs <3

note: i made some headers, aren't they cute ?

beelzebub

— he knew you from the beginning of his eternal-ness, but only met you again when you came back from the world. your friends, the other angels were dead by the miserable state of the people, or already up in the valhalla. not knowing where to go, you bet everything on meeting an old friend again.

— in the middle of an exploration, one of his servants disturbed him with the news that the angel named y/n fell in front of the gates of his realms. the servants only knew one angel's name, y/n, not accidentally. leaving the lifeless body, he went to guide the angel inside.

— seeing y/n weak and sad, instead of keeping distance between them like with everybody else, beelzebub bends down, slowly but surely lifting up the fallen angel into his arms. brushing her soft, golden hair like a cat's fur, he wipes the tears off of her cheek. as though he seems calm, he's seething and thinking about the most brutal monsters that he could send down to the earth as a punishment for hurting you.

— "i'm gonna heal you, y/n, don't you every worry." he says as he commands his servants to tide up a room for you. walking you to the room, placing you down on the bed, he scans your body for injuries. whenever he finds one, another idea of a gigantic, horrific monster flows into his mind... or catching the people who did this to you, and laying them onto his operating table as a new 'guinea pig', making never-ending, horrible creatures from them.

— brushing your face, you slowly lift up your arm to feel his skin. he holds your hand, kissing it, leads it into his hair to fulfill your wishes. sitting beside you, brushing your forehead and tear-stains, a servant silently brings in a plate with food and water on it.

— "are you hungry, little one?" he asks quietly. shaking your head, you just pull him close to you. "no, it's just... hurts... can you help me, beelz? i don't have anybody else who i could turn to, you are the only one who i can trust fully." at your words, his heart cramps, a feeling that he's not used to. all the hundreds of years you spent down on earth, beelzebub sometimes thought that he doesn't have a heart because of the lack of movement in his chest. laying beside you, stroking your hair, he leads his hand onto yours.

— his anger brings out the best ideas from him, and his best ideas are the worst things a mortal person could ever see in his life... as the last thing they see before they die. beelzebub tortures himself into the thought that he doesn't even want to make tests on them; he just wants to make them suffer for hundreds of year, when they beg for him to just simply end their life and tear their souls.

— "of course i can help you, little angel. but you gotta tell me," healing you is going to be easy or difficult, he didn't care. but in his eyes, those morons' suffer gonna give your pleasure. that's why he said to brunhilde that beside adamas, he was the other who wanted to end the humankind the most. hugging you closer to his chest, he whispered, ready for the hunt of those who hurt you,

"who did this to you?"

buddha

— he could see from the doorframe that his little angel had a bad day. seeing you lay in your common bed curling into yourself like a baby, only your hair flowing out from under the blanket, he knew it was a really, really bad day. sticking the lollipop back between his lips, he decided to help your state, walking on his side of the bed and laying down.

— "what's the matter, little angel?" he asked, not getting an answer. poking your side, he didn't get a reaction either. were you sleeping? or did you just ignore him? "don't answering, hmm? maybe i should just lift this blanket up." he continued, getting a little head-shake from you. "oh, you don't want to? okay then, you want it to be a guessing game, huh?" no answer.

— buddha knew what you went through when you were between people, and while you weren't as strong as him, you suffered well down there. he saw you first on a feast, sitting quietly beside aphrodite, scanning the people around you. when buddha looked into your eyes, it was blue like his, but not sharp, light blue eyes -your eyes were ocean blue, filled with sorrow and everything that his followers felt before he came to lead them. a lot of things happened since then, but the main thing was that he helped you from your pain, and cured your soul from the things that you survived. you were just like zerofuku, but without abilities, you took the blame and it wasn't turned into pain, you turned it into sadness.

— "are you sad, y/n?" a nod. huh, maybe it's one of those episodes when your memories just get back to you. everytime after your episodes, you were happy and cuddly, sticking to his side and clawing up to him to touch you, your face, your hair and your body like a little kitten. but when episodes came, this all went out on the window. "is it your memories?" another nod. "do you want to be alone?" you shook your head.

— you felt whole with buddha. hell, you didn't even know why he was with you, a confident, happy, calm god with a bag of sadness and nerves like you. it wasn't your looks either that could catch his attention; he could get any goddess or deity or angel in seconds without a word. sometimes when you thought about your relationship, you feared that he's with you because of pity; but in the beginning, buddha told you that he would never to that to anyone. especially not you.

— "you want me to stay here, little one?" you nod again, and he slightly lifted up the blanket, you let him see your face -your face with tear stains, your red eyes, messy eyebrows and lashes, your almost bleeding lips. buddha tutted, stroking the side of your face that was not laying on the pillow, curling up one of your goldens strands between his long fingers. "my angel, you know you can always tell me if something's wrong. you can hit up on me even in my sleep, only you."

— "i never want to hit you." you croaked, putting your head on his wide chest. hearing his heartbeat, the magical calmness and fullness of his soul always made you realize that you were in a safe place.

— "i know, little heart, i know." he hold the back of your head close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. a nap sounded nice anyways, and when you wake up, maybe you gonna be the happy, bubbly bunch you really are -who you really were before your time on earth.

loki

— when you are sad, heart filled with sadness and sorrow from the memories you collected while being down on earth, loki sneaks up on you. he not just senses but sees on you those cruel episodes: your body is like a statue, even if you lift up one of your arm, staring into nothing, not reacting to anything. he even tricked you a couple times, making loud noises, but neither his tricks, neither the bumms and bamms did not catch your attention.

— when this happens, loki gets your favourite object in the whole valhalla; your little music player. you got it from him when you got back from earth, on a feast. picking out the best calming yet rhytmic song, he press the play button, and slowly, but surely forces you to turn around. when you groan, or just blink up at him, he wears his sweetest smile -not the scary, bloodlust one, but the smile you seeked comfort from the first time.

— "come on, angel, you can do this. a little dance never hurt anyone, didn't it?" holding up your hand, moving it aside, forcing you to take small steps with the movements. he sees the eternal pain in your eyes, but the more he sees, the more he wants to lessen it. when you stop in your movements and just lean on the sides like a ragdoll, lki sighs a little.

— "you don't like it when someone makes you do something, isn't it?" loki asks, not waiting for an asnwer, but then suddenly, he lift up your foot to be under his covered ones. this way you are closer to him, and he takes the chance to hug you. in his mind, similar to beelzebub, he just wants to trick the people who did this to you -your miserableness was the first cause why he voted on killing the entire humankind, and that's why he's gonna fight. if he wins, it's the higher chance that people never gonna hurt you anymore.

— you lean your head on his shoulder, his heart thumps a little. kissing the crown of you hair, loki swings to the sides. "there, much better, isn't it?" he just wants to search up on someone to cure your sadness, even if he's the god of mischief, he never wants you to look like on of his victims. maybe somebody in this freaking big valhalla, between the thousand and thousand gods, somebody knows a cure, or a medicine -he's not gonna have a problem with sneaking it into your food, gods, he could even take some on his tongue to give it to you when the two of you kiss.

— "it's gonna be alright, alright, don't worry." he whispers as the songs ends, another begins. it's always the others who says this when loki intrigues here and there, causing chaos. but don't worry, just as he said, your little old love, loki is gonna bring you out from his.

i began to write this yesterday, but i got exams and a math test, so i did them first. i hope you enjoyed it, and if you want to be on the taglist, just comment on this post or dm me <3

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slasherbvnnie · 11 months

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Who's Watching Billy | Part II

Hi again, long time no see! This is brought to you for no reason other than I am ovulating and thinking wayyyy too much about Billy Loomis.

Part I

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His eyes flashed across the screen in front of him, dark brown hair and eyes shining in the dark room as his computer screen flashed onto them. He seemed entranced as he slowly moved the mouse around, eyes closely watching the cursor dance across the screen. A smirk came to his lips as he continued to stare at the screen in front of him, reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing the drink settled on it.

Billy had spent his last few hours searching all over social media for you, his new partner and the pretty girl he sat next to in chemistry. Despite having Sidney by his side, it was only a superficial love, all part of his plan to get back at her and her family for the harm they had done to his own. But you…he was captivated by you the second you wondered to the classroom. So luckily for him, you didn’t keep your social media private and went by your name on them as well. Just one little search for your name and he had access to just about every account, he was pretty sure he could even get your number and address if he dug a little further, but he didn’t want to show he was that obsessed, not yet.

Within the next few weeks, Billy sleuthed even more through your social media, but also did his best to try and get to know you in person. He first brought up ideas because of the project you two had to plan for chemistry, mentioning different topics as suggestions for it but he was happy when he brought up horror movies that you knew quite a few. When you suggested the idea to monitor the two of your heart rates while having a marathon of them, his fluttered and skipped a beat.

That night was when he knew he had become obsessed, when your head had lulled onto his shoulder after you two had finished his favorite movies, he couldn’t help but stare down at you. He was curious about you, wondering why you would befriend him so easily, but also which part in his master plan would you take on. He was conflicted with himself when his first thought was one of the survivors. That was just asking for being found out, but he hoped deep down inside of himself that you wouldn’t rat him out, not if you were in love with him. As his dark eyes stared down at your sleeping frame, he made a promise to himself, that he would keep you safe and make you fall for him.

When fall came around and he and Stu decided to have Casey and Steve be their guinea pigs, Billy made it clear to Stu that you weren’t to be touched under any circumstance. The only thing that wasn’t on his list was being accused by Sidney of being the killer, so when Stu called to make him seem innocent, he was praying the blabber mouth group didn’t reveal anything to you. The second time Billy’s heart skipped a beat was when you said you didn’t believe Sidney’s accusation, and while it made him question your naivety, he was happy it didn’t affect your view of him. He was more than happy to replace Sidney with you, a bit frustrated at your well-established morals regarding his new found single life, but nonetheless knew he could use his charm and puppy dog his way into your heart.

Now Billy’s heart began to skip a beat for the third time while in your presence, chuckling at the joke about Stu’s porn stash. “I think it might be a little out there, Stu seems like he’s into weird stuff,” he said with a smirk as you turned around.

“and what is your definition of weird,” you asked him in a teasing tone.

“not sure, I’ll know it if I see it though,” he said as he led you to Stu’s room, opening up his door and allowing you inside before slipping in after you.

You looked around, heading over to a stack of dvds he had by the tv and console in his room, you sifted through the movies, giggling softly at what you saw. It was a horror fan’s wet dream, Silence of the Lambs, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Carrie, Donnie Darko, The Shining, Sinister, My Bloody Valentine, the list went on and on. You were pretty sure there was even a signed copy of a Wes Carpenter movie in there. “Are we going to be having another marathon,” you heard Billy ask from behind you as you smiled and turned to him. “We can if you’d like,” you said as he smiled, moving over and settling a hand onto your waist as he looked over the dvds. You blushed slightly, taking in the scent of his cologne as he browsed the movies.

You pulled your eyes away from him, instead focusing on the cover for the dvd he had picked out, laughing softly. “Psycho,” you hummed as he nodded. “A great classic,” he said as he turned on the console, placing it inside before going over to Stu’s bed. You followed, sitting down next to him as he started up the movie. “Are we just going to be watching movies,” you asked as he looked over to you with a raised brow and a small smirk. “Is there something else you wanted to do,” he questioned you as you shook your head. “Drink, maybe,” you said as he chuckled, “I think you’ve had enough, I can smell the alcohol on you,” he said as he reached over and ruffled up your hair. You leaned in to his touch, just relaxing and watching the movie.

After a bit, the two of you were now cuddled up together, watching lazily as the moview played on. He looked down at you, his hand wrapped around you protectively before he began to speak up. “Why is it you didn’t believe Sidney? Everyone else seemed pretty convinced it was me,” he asked, you looked up into his eyes and shrugged. “The police let you go, didn’t they? Besides didn’t the killer call her later that night,” you said as he shook his head. “You didn’t know that yet,” he told you. You gulped, wondering for a second if the killer had you in his arms right now, wondering if you were just a little pawn in the game of his.

“I just…you don’t seem like the type to kill…” you said softly before he smirked. “Seem like it, huh?” He asked as he nodded, “there’s no other reason,” he pressed on before you shook your head.

He stared into your eyes for a moment, his dark eyes just boring into you, making you cower slightly in his gaze. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You were surprised, allowing the kiss before meeting his eyes. He was still staring at you, into you, making you nervous. Still, your body grew less tense and gave in to the kiss, happily kissing him back. His hands moved from your waist to cup your face, his eyes finally closing when yours fluttered closed as well.

You two stayed like that until one needed breath, pulling away slightly as the two of you caught your breath. “Are you really sure there isn’t another reason,” he questioned as you pulled him in for another kiss. He chuckled against your lips, this time changing positions slightly. He sat the two of you up, leaning over you as he deepened the kiss. You moved from underneath him, instead planting yourself in his lap. He smirked, hands finding their way to your hips to hold you against him as you pulled away from the kiss, biting down slightly on his bottom lip. “What? You want me to admit I’ve been jealous this whole time,” you said as you looked down at him. “I’ve been waiting for the day you dump her, Billy. Ever since I met you, I wanted you to kiss me in front of her, fuck me in front of her, anything,” You admitted as he looked up at you, eyes shining as he smiled. “Just fuck me now, please,” you begged him, in an instant his lips were on yours. This time it was filled with lust, hands flying to your bottoms and peeling them off as you lifted your hips to help him. Billy was practically drooling at the sight in front of him, finally after months of waiting, he truly earned his prize. The thought had his dick twitching in his pants, which you felt pressed against your core. You grinded down on him, moaning softly when his bulge caught on your clit. He groaned, lips tracing your skin as he kissed down your neck, relishing in absolutely every second of this. Every time he was alone, you were always on his mind, wondering what the curves in your body looked like under your clothes. Hell, even that cute smile and laugh of yours got him hard after awhile, he was bursting at the seams now having you in his hands.

You were in the same boat, happy to finally have him guilt free. The dreamt up version of what he looked like naked was nothing in comparison to what was in front of you as your hands snaked under his shirt and lifted them up. You could feel your arousal growing now as you stared at him shirtless, his lips back to attacking your neck in an instant.

You placed your hand on his chest, getting him to lay back before you moved and took off your shirt and bra. His eyes glistened with lust, growing darker by the second as he did his best to imprint the image of you into the back of his mind for safe keeping. You lifted your hips, undoing his jeans and pulling them down. Once he was naked in front of you, you pumped his cock in your hand. He moaned, biting down on his bottom lip as you took off your panties. You held his dick, grinding your core against him and moaning every time his shaft rubbed against your clit. You looked down, growing even hotter when you could see your slick now coating him. You heard him groan, “shit,” he grumbled out. “Baby come on, I know you need me,” he said, attempting to sit up before you pressed his chest down again so he would stay laying down. “Baby,” he pleaded as you smirked. “What is it that you want,” you taunted as he groaned, “don’t be a brat,” he huffed, you smiled and stroked him, earning a moan. “What is it you want me to do, baby?” You asked again as he sighed, “ride me, sweetheart. Wanna see that pretty face when I’m inside you,” he said as you smirked. “Wasn’t that easy,” you teased as you lifted up your hips. You lined him up with your entrance, sinking down slowly and moaning.

It felt like heaven having him inside of you, when he finally bottomed out and was all the way inside you, you slowly moved your hips. The both of you were in a world of pleasure, his hands roaming your body as you rode him and chased after your high. You had finally allowed him to sit up, which he gladly took to his advantaged as he leaned closer to your body, hands wrapped around your torso as he kissed down your neck to your breasts.

You moaned, using one hand to pull on his hair and pull him closer to you, the other settled on his thigh to help keep you riding him. At this point you began to whimper, taking in every little bit of ecstasy your body was wracked with as it all went towards that knot growing in your stomach. It wasn’t long before Billy looked up at you through lashes, moving one hand from your torso down to your clit. This only caused you to sink down further on to him, both of you groaning in pleasure.

“Fuck baby, cum on my cock for me, yeah?” He whispered to you, you tugged on his hair again, moaning in response as you moved your hips to chase after your high. “Such a pretty girl, god you’re gorgeous,” he groaned out, shifting slightly to thrust up into you. Your head lulled back, feeling that knot in your core threatening to break as you grew closer to your climax. He rubbed your clit, your vision turning white as you finally tipped over the edge. You clamped down on him, milking his cock as he continued to thrust in to you. You were still riding out the high as you felt him cum, moaning softly as he groaned, burying his head into your neck as he rode out his orgasm.

The two of you panted, catching your breath before he looked up to you, kissing you as he moved you off of his lap. “You okay,” he asked, slightly amused when he saw how fucked out you were. You nodded, sitting up and blushing. “I’m fine,” you said, about to get up before he pulled you down, kissing you once again. “Get dressed, we can have another round at my place,” he whispered into your ear. You laughed softly, smiling as you grabbed your clothes. “Just going to fuck in your best friends bed and leave?” You teased as he chuckled. “I’ll say sorry tomorrow,” he said as he turned off the movie, getting dressed himself.

You two snuck downstairs after getting cleaned up and cleaning up poor Stu’s bed, seeing Stu still flirting with a few girls. He saw you two, winking and smirking towards you guys as he wrapped his arms around the two girls. “Sorry for the mess!” Billy called out before you two ran down the steps, hearing Stu yelling something out as you laughed. “Come on baby, this time I’ll get you back for being a brat,” he said as he pulled you in close and kissed you.

#ghostface #scream #scream au #scream x reader #ghostface x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #scream1996 #ghostface smut #billy loomis smut #smut

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My boyfriend is cute, but he’s also so weak. I wish he was tougher, like his redneck brother.

Allow me to ask you why you are with your friend who is passionate about 19th century English poetry and baroque trumpet concertos. And not with his brother, who shoots cats and empty tin cans with a shotgun and claims to be a "monster truck mechanic". Okay, your boyfriend is gay, his brother isn't. That's a pretty good argument.

You lie together in your room, cuddle a bit, read and listen to music. Each with their own headphones. He Johann Sebastian Bach, you Taylor Swift. He reads Byron, you read a Superman comic book. He looks really cute lying on the bed. But a bit rougher, a bit more masculine… That would be cool…

Out of the blue, your boyfriend says he needs to take a shit. You are shocked. He's never expressed himself like that before. He's in the bathroom for a surprisingly long time. When he comes back, he has a copy of "Four Wheelers" under his arm. And he's turned the music up so loud that you can hear the bass from his headphones. What's he listening to, you ask. "The Cadillac Three" he answers. Never heard it, you think to yourself… He rolls himself a cigarette. And asks if you'd like one too. Neither of you has ever smoked before…

After you've spent most of the afternoon chilling without saying a word, your boyfriend says "Babe, when are you making dinner? A proper chili would be great, I'm hungry as a horse." You ask if he's gone completely mad now, you're not his cook and especially not his babe. He rolls over to you, unzips your pants and pulls them down. You start moaning in anticipation. He's about to suck you off. And he sucks like the devil. To your amazement, he pulls his pants down too. His boner pops out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box. He spits on his cock and slowly inserts it into your hole. And then he fucks you like a devil. You squeal with pleasure like a guinea pig. His huge uncut cock feels so great in your tight hole. He starts to quiver. And he fills you up with his load until his sperm drips out of your ass. You say that was the best sex of your life. He replies that he's really hungry now and needs a big portion of chili.

You've never cooked a chili in your life. You've never cooked anything at all. You usually go out to eat. You ask how a chili is cooked. He says that at least you have a tight ass. And takes two large cans of chili from the kitchen cupboard, puts them in a pot and gives you a slap on your ass. Where the hell did these cans come from? Your boyfriend says that he's watching a bit of football and that you should please serve the food in front of the TV. Well, he put it a bit more rustic. When you come into the living room with two bowls of steaming chili, he's lounging on the couch. His cowboy boots on the coffee table. His thumbs under the big belt buckle. And the hair on the back of his neck almost long enough to fall over his shoulder.

It annoys you a little that he doesn't really eat anything else apart from chili. Scrambled eggs with black beans maybe. He only drinks beer and coffee. He does fuck you two or three times a day, but he farts and sometimes he watches football on TV at the same time. Your favorite thing is when he has breakfast at the gas station. Then you get woken up with a fuck and then have a few hours of rest before you have to go to work. But you also need them to prepare lunch and dinner, clean and do the laundry. Your husband has expectations. And Babe has to fulfill them.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #inked man #redneck tf #ai image

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rvlsdlcrx · 11 months

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PRAYERS 【＃000.】

ATSV x Child！Reader

（Also the Miguel O'hara and Child reader I promised🥲）

Chapters:

【＃001.】－HLS.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ【TW!! Mentions of illegal human rights violation such as－illegal and unauthorized human experiments, human trafficking, profanity, vivid mentions of sex, gateway drugs, injuries, blood and such. Please proceed with tender caution for young audiences, thank you.】

Reminders; This will have parts so be patient, it'll be worth it I promise you<33 enjoooyy

Reader is 12 years old so don't even think about it.

English IS my first language, but I've spent majority of my life speaking my native language, so pardon my punctuation, grammar, spelling and error.

Based on the movie itself, huge credits to the studio of the movies and the team for making a great movie<3

Constant editing btw😭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧. ┊ 𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙾𝙻𝚄𝚂 𝙳𝙴 𝙻𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙸𝚇

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤWRITTEN BY ©𝙍𝙑𝙇𝙎𝘿𝙇𝘾𝙍𝙓

【#000.】

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝙍𝙑𝙇𝙎𝘿𝙇𝘾𝙍𝙓。

－It wasn't long before you felt something rush into your veins, the agony that lingered your muscles to the cells of your body was beyond painful. All you could see before your eyes is the blurred vision of your father's laboratory, and of course. Him.

It's been always like this, ever since your mother had reached her passing since the birth of your brother－Soren. He was just a child and so did you. You knew damn well he didn't deserve to suffer the same faith as you, the same faith of a guinea pig. It sounds cruel－so cruel. But it's reality. And you don't want to live in that reality. No matter how many times you've begged your father－"Daddy! Please! No more… It hurts so bad!", "Daddy! I don't like it! I hate it! Please stop, it hurts!"－but no…

He was cruel.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Huff, Huff, Huff.

Run, run as fast as you can! You like horses, don't you? Then run like one! You'll reach your goal!

The tender voice of your mother echoed into your mind, and it hurts, as well as your feet and legs as you used them to flee. But can you be free? Attempts after attempts, you'd always end up with a very bad bruise. But not anymore, you seeked the freedom you rightfully deserved. Your new given and unfortunate abilities give you the advantage. You used your own curse to flee the curse. It was painful. But it was worth it.

The red lights wash you disgusting, seeing things that shouldn't be seen by a child. Moans of greed and lust in stores, the face of pleasure on a woman's face. Your eyes watered as you see the cruel side of the world. Your panting became frantic as you heard a voice calling out your name behind you as you ran. It was a mad voice, and you didn't want to hear it anymore. You were desperate for freedom, you were sure you'd escape.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"[NAME]!! COME BACK HERE! WE'RE NOT FINISHED!" You were scared to come back, your foot splashing the wet puddles of the cement floor as you ran. You were still running at the reeked alleyway of red. It was difficult if you found yourself bumping into someone as your hands would stick to anything that came in contact with it. The way you'd become so desperate that you began to run on walls, expecting to fall. You stayed.

So you ran, jumped and leaped, you've almost done everything just to escape him, and once you finally did, you were no longer in that red, reeked alleyway. You found yourself on the sidewalks of New York. You took a second to catch your breath, and now you smelled the scent of freedom. It took you a second before your eyes blurred with tears, you looked at the city and you were becoming overwhelmed. This is the freedom you've sought. This is finally it. Your war has ended… But the battle was beginning.

Suddenly, you felt your senses tingling and so suddenly. The whole city glitches and you see yourself being pulled to a wormhole. You were dragged into somewhere nauseous. You saw colours of the rainbow around you as well it's hysteric glitching, you were becoming overwhelmed. Confusion flashed before your eyes. As your body was going with the flow of the wormhole, you felt the vibrations of the violent voice from your father. You turned around and saw him holding a knife, he was still after you.

You tried to get away, and you did. You fell above the city, possibly in mid air－then it was it. You thought this was accidental suicide. But you accepted fate with open arms. You were going to die anyway. But your body moved by its own mind, not yours. Your wrist released webs and you were starting to swing at the buildings of the city. It was a miracle… A confusing one. But the feeling of air brushing against you feels euphoric, so you mindlessly continue to swing with your unfortunate abilities.

You felt freedom, the freedom that you've sought for so long. You saw the horizon of the sky and the city, divided in a perfect way. You felt a warm sense of appreciation in your chest, to the point you could've sworn that you have been swinging with a blurred vision caused by the tears in your eyes. It was delightful.

You aim from building to building as you swing with your webs, left to right you go as you hold onto the web. People around and under you are looking in your direction, either in awe and surprise. Some even yelled the alias; "Spider-Girl!" which you found confusing. You noticed to yourself that your face was bare to the eyes of the clueless yet curious citizens.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Shoot." You cursed under your breath, you immature swinged somewhere on the city until you found a subway. No hesitation did you swinged at the entrance, you looked at your back to see your father still chasing after you. You wanted to cry desperately, you wanted to yell how much you didn't want to ve with him. But it's a runner's game at this moment. So you had no choice but to use your legs to run down the subway. The police noticed this and began to chase after you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ'Great, just great.' That aged up mind of yours sarcastically celebrated as you groaned in annoyance. However, that annoyance had a hint of frustration? That's right folks: Frustration. You ran down the stairs and leaped through barriers of the subway. You saw the police chasing after you as they began to call out for you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ayo, kid! Stop!" One of the officers yelled to halt down your running. But something on your guts tells you, you don't belong here. Which explained glitchings.

Speaking of glitching, you began to glitch hysterically, flashing colors and becoming a creature of deformity temporarily. The people around you was shocked, even horrified. Before one of them pulls out their phone to record on Facebook live, you felt something under your feet with heavy gravity. You immediately fell on that sudden hole under your feet, it didn't even gave you time to react－even with your enhanced senses.

Tch.

Rude.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEND OF CHAPTER.

#across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv x you #child reader #angst #spiderman #spiderman: atsv #spider man: into the spider verse #itsv #miles morales #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara #Hobie brown #pravitr prabhakar #peter b parker #jess drew #fluff #cliffhanger #－RVLSDLCRX

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rawritzrobin · 1 year

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The Waynes: Chapter 5

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: The relationship blooms. But the price of dating the rich and famous, is not always what it seems.

A/N: I’m alive! So sorry about the long wait on this one. Lots of things have happened in life, both good and bad. It’s been a journey. Ya girls planning her wedding. :D

Taglist (Please let me know if you want to be added!): @msghostface @khaylin27 @thequeenofbigmacs @escapism-r-us @orighami @neobreakmyback @bubbles-incorrect-yb @hypnobanditprofessorhorse-blog @attllas @comic-cat83 @mommyneytiri @aerangi @thegreawizards @baebeepeach @slitheringss @xoxoyourdoll @portrait-ninja @sunflowertardis @anime-lover-forever-1127

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Warnings

“What time does your shift end today?” Jason asked through the speaker phone.

You were currently in the back working on getting the cupcakes prepped for the morning rush.

After your first date, things started moving pretty quickly with Jason. You found it hard to believe as you rarely let anyone in so easily. You were known to dump men who were super pushy in your relationships. With Jason however, everything felt natural. Instead of visiting you at work everyday, he now met you after work. He was always there to walk you home once your shift ended. You often wondered what his job entailed. You often had sporadic closing hours, so you were curious how he was able to step away from work so many days in a row. On the day’s where he was unable to walk you home, he would have one of his men pick you up. You told him it was unnecessary, but deep down, you enjoyed not having to walk home in the rain.

Plus you had really gotten to know Charles. He was a nice, ex-navy seal. He was a big fan of your cupcakes. So you brought him one every time he picked you up.

You two spent most of your time together reading books. Jason started bringing brand new books to you on a weekly basis. You would sit down on your couch and curl up with him, a book in each of your hands. Jason often brought over some takeout for dinner, and you would bring home dessert you made earlier that day. Jason was more than happy to be your guinea pig. Pam and Jim didn’t mind that you experimented with recipes during your free time. Jason was often the person to try them. More often than not, he loved everything you made. Except for the one time where you mistakened sugar for salt and came home with a very salty brownie.

To your surprise, Jason loved fast food. Occasionally, he would bring over new menu items from a few different restaurants around the city. Very well known restaurants in fact. Turns out, Roy owned over a quarter of the five star restaurants in the city, as well as Star City. Jason promised he would take you to one of the two Michelin star restaurants there one day.

Jason didn’t flaunt his wealth in front of you. He would make sure you always had food in your fridge, and if anything was broken, it would be magically fixed the next day. But other than that, he made sure you were comfortable around him. He noticed the first night that you were very conscious of the stuff you owned. So he made sure never to overdo it with the fancy stuff. All he wanted to do was take care of you.

You enjoyed your relationship, away from prying eyes. You were glad Jason wanted to keep things private. You wouldn’t be able to stomach the press following you around everywhere. You knew the media loved stories about the high society folk in Gotham.

You found out pretty quickly that Jason liked to keep to himself. You would often hear about the Wayne family through whispers and tabloids, but none of them featured Jason. You were just lucky that Jason’s brother, Dick, was able to take the limelight off the two of you. He never really liked to talk about his family, so you never pried. You found out through a customer that Jason apparently had 3 brothers. Dick: The socialite, Tim: The Business Man, and Damian: The Youngest.

You were curious why Jason preferred to hang out in your place. He once let it slip that his bathroom at home was about double the size of your apartment. When you asked him, he merely told you he liked how cozy it was. He didn’t care where you two hung out. As long as he was with you, it was all okay.

In a blink of an eye, 8 months had gone by.

“Um, Probably 5:30 today. The weather said the rain would be coming down hard today. I doubt we will get that many people walking by.”

Jason sighed sadly. “I won’t be able to make it till late tonight. I’ll have Charles pick you up. He's been dying to have another one of your Red Velvet Cheesecakes.”

You smiled at your phone. “Okay. Should I wait for you to eat?” You finished frosting the last cupcake, and grabbed your phone, placing it back onto your ear.

“Not tonight. There’s a new shipment of fancy wines coming through tonight, and Bruce wants me there to make sure everything is accounted for.”

Jason felt bad lying. He was really going over to interrogate one of Falcone’s men. Jason leaned back in his chair. He would much rather be spending the night with you rather than torturing a man for info. Just then, there was a knock on his door.

“Hey doll, I gotta go.”

“Okay. Be safe today.”

“Bye Doll.”

“Bye Jay.”

Jason hung up the phone, and placed it face down onto his desk before yelling. “Come in.”

The door swung open slowly, and Jason internally groaned when he noticed who it was. Bruce rarely came into Jason’s office. It was never good news when he showed up.

“You got a minute?”

“Yeah.” Jason said, as if Bruce wasn’t going to stay anyways.

Bruce closed the door behind him, and locked it. Jason tensed as he could feel the slight tension in the air. He sat up straight and watched Bruce take a seat on one of the couches in the room.

“I heard you found someone.” Bruce said, straight to the point.

Jason sighed. He knew this day would come. “Yeah, it's nothing.” He tried to say nonchalantly.

Bruce pursed his lips, not believing his answer. “Does she know?” He asked. Again, Bruce wasted no time.

“No. I haven’t told her anything, don’t plan to.” Jason said. He never wanted you to find out what he really did for his family. You would never look at him the same way.

“Jason…”

“What's it to you anyways? I'm not doing anything out of line.” Jason said, his patience waning.

“She's a civilian.”

“Yeah. And?”

“You don’t want to drag her into this life.” Bruce said seriously.

“I’m not dragging her into anything.” Jason said angrily, standing up from his chair. “Why don’t you just leave me alone and go watch over Grayson’s personal life. The tabloids know everything about him, don't they?”

Bruce could feel Jason get angrier. Not wanting to start another fight with his son, he got up.

“Just be careful with her. The Falcones are getting impatient. I wouldn’t put it past Carmine to strike soon. A turf war would be beneficial to them, and you know it. And unlike us, they don't care who gets hit in the crossfire.” Bruce said darkly, before walking out the door.

Jason threw himself back onto his chair, the wood creaking slightly at his large frame.

There was a reason he was keeping your relationship a secret. It was less about being in the tabloids, and more about keeping you away from becoming a target. He knew the Falcones wouldn’t dare set foot in his turf during the day. Which meant they wouldn’t go near the bakery, unless they had to. He always had his men patrolling around the area. There hadn’t been any activity as of late. There was a reason he was sending Charles to drive you home everyday. And it definitely wasn’t for convenience.

He looked down at his lock screen and saw a text came through. He opened it to find that you had texted him a selfie of you holding a cupcake you had just made. He smiled down at the image. He knew He was putting your life at risk just by being with him. But he would make sure that nothing could happen to you.

*******

You were just about to close up shop for the day. Your shift had ended a bit later than planned. The rain let up halfway into the day, and a flood of customers came in looking for bite to eat as many of the shops around you had closed early that day, thinking the rain would not let up. So you stayed a few hours behind to help Pam with closing.

You had texted Charles to let him know you would be late. Unfortunately, he texted you back letting you know he had gotten pulled into something and that he was unable to take you back that night.

At first you were bummed. But since the rain stopped, it really wasn’t too bad. A nice walk would be nice after a long hectic day. So you helped Pam close up, and waved her goodbye as you made your way back home.

The streets were empty at this time of night. You never really worried about walking home by yourself as the neighborhood was relatively quiet. So you enjoyed the silence.

Suddenly out of nowhere, you had a sinking feeling something was not right. You knew there was something wrong when you saw an odd vehicle parked on the block where your apartment was. The usual vehicles were very old, and worn, but you instantly noticed this vehicle was brand new. The car had no license plates and the windows were completely tinted black. Something inside you told you to turn around, and find a different direction home.

You crossed the street, and noticed the car roared to life as the lights turned on. You were getting scared now. You quickly turned around and started to walk back towards the shop, where you knew there would be some people around. You peered behind you and noticed the car was doing a U-Turn. You started running in the opposite direction. You were just about to cross a street, when a blue sports car pulled up in front of you.

The windows rolled down to reveal none other than Dick Grayson. You recognized him from the night at the cave as well as the many tabloids he was in.

“Get in!” He yelled.

A/N: Things are picking up. Be prepared for more Batfam!

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the-random-phan · 1 year

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Wow, tough crowd.

Summary:

Daniel James Fenton had lasted a total of one month in space until his fellow crew members finally caught on to him. Which was both disappointing and a feat to behold, in all honesty.

Word Count: 4,506

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Story below the cut!

The Janus was a brand new space station, freshly launched into orbit and in its first year of operation. The current squad were the first to inhabit the station, and thus their interpersonal roots went deep. They had trained together, worked together, bled together, and even lived together back on Earth. As a team, they muddled through the glitches and hang-ups that came with pretty much being the guinea pigs of the Janus program. There were 5 of them on the team, though only 4 and a half were human.

Daniel James Fenton was a critical team member on the Janus, the first consult for everything engineering and mechanical on board. He was also Danny Phantom, a super-powered ghost, which was a closely held secret amongst the crew.

Danny had truly tried his best to keep his dual identities from the crew, and had maintained his secret up until right after they were sent into space. Which was amazing in itself, looking at the menagerie of tests they had gone through to procure their spots and ensure their individual safeties in space. It was a miracle he’d gotten as far as he did.

It was the youngest of their group -Isabella (their resident master of technology, who could fix just about anything that had a computer in it)- who started the unraveling of Danny’s web of lies. It all started with the first time Danny went on a spacewalk. He moved fluidly, gliding with more grace than the clutz had any right to. He had even tripped up the steps when they boarded the shuttle that carried them up to the station.

Danny pushed off from a handle and then spun in midair to get to where he wanted. It seemed almost like Danny didn’t care for momentum and just… moved. Slid across space. Isabella didn’t see it at first, but once she did it was hard to ignore. He got sloppier and sloppier as the walk went on, almost like he forgot she was there. He kicked off from one place then made a 90 degree turn to get to where he needed. It was almost… unsettling. Uncanny valley?

Of course, Isabella didn’t tell him that. She took a mental note and proceeded with her day, deciding to watch Danny a bit more carefully.

“Come on in, I think that’s everything.” She said into her mic.

“Heading that way,” Replied Danny as he launched off, did a spin, and then came to the airlock. Isabella caught a grin on his face.

~~~~

Jamie caught on to it next. Jamie was a physics wiz, and spent a lot of time making observations on the celestial bodies that surrounded them. And thus he was quite good at observing his teammates as well.

He and Danny were using some of their down time to hang out in the common area. They chatted idly about what they were working on, but when Jamie mentioned his parents and what they did for a living, Danny’s expression soured. The awkward silence lasted for only a moment, until Danny proposed a game of Uno. He procured the cards from a pocket in his pants and dealt them out, letting the cards hang midair.

Such an action wouldn’t have normally been odd.

Jamie was the team lead, and thus knew for a fact that a pack of Uno cards were not among the list of items Danny brought to the station. But Jamie was not entirely certain in his memory, and he didn’t mention it. They played a couple of rounds and even got the rest of the team in on it, which Joel ended up winning.

~~~~

Joel was yet another member of the group. He had been reluctant to join the project at first but was practically shoved into it for his excellent performance in genetics research. Though at first unwilling, he got along with the rest of the team like wildfire and soon fell into their rhythm with ease. He was the resident biologist, and his green thumbs managed the small garden they had on board. It was where he could most often be found. He also had a running experiment with some creepy-crawlies, all of which he had named. No one was looking forward to the day when they had to hold a funeral for one of the bugs, as Joel had gotten quite attached. Joel had a floppy head of green-black hair (the dye had slowly faded as his roots grew) and a huge pair of glasses that dwarfed his face.

Joel’s realization that something wasn’t quite right came about on the day that Danny was in the garden wing. Danny was helping Joel record data on the state of the various plants they grew. Joel left the more complicated stuff for later and simply handed Danny a micrometer to use in measuring the plants’ stems and leaves.

It was Danny’s first time assisting, so Joel followed him closely. And in doing so he noticed how his teammate was distinctly avoiding a certain flower that grew in the back corner. Each time Danny floated near he would grab for a handhold and steer himself away. Joel thought that maybe he saw Danny’s eyes water.

But that couldn’t be right, could it? Due to his field, Joel had been privy to the allergy section of everyone’s medical records. He had carefully selected all of the specimens and seeds to be brought on board so that they wouldn’t aggravate any allergies the crew might’ve had. Maybe it was an undiscovered allergy?

Joel had just opened his mouth to speak when suddenly Danny sneezed. The sneeze was sudden and unavoidable. Danny brought up a hand to cover the blast as best he could, but droplets of gook still shot off into the air. Joel brought up an arm to protect his face from any stray droplets.

“Oh, Ancients.” Danny cursed, (though it wasn’t a curse Joel had ever heard before) as he looked down at the snot covering his hand.

“Don’t move-!” Joel said quickly as he shot off to grab a wipe from underneath the plant beds. He took his eyes off of Danny for a moment and when he looked back up he could swear Danny was now on the other side of him. Away from the flower.

Joel helped Danny clean the mess as best he could and sent him away. Danny didn’t offer anything about the allergy and Joel was so distressed with snot particles still buzzing around that he forgot to ask. And of course he still had to record the measurements of the strange plant. Perhaps he would research a bit more about it before confronting his teammate.

~~~~

Max was the oldest of the crew, and he certainly let everybody know it. He acted almost like everybody’s grandpa, making sure they were doing ok and that they didn’t need anything. He wasn’t really old enough to be a grandpa, but it was what everybody ended up calling him. Max still had a head of brown, though a few stray whites had appeared in his facial hair. He was the team’s jack-of-all-trades. He wasn’t particularly the best at any of the jobs required on board, but he had a wide array of knowledge stuck up in his head. He could help with anything from hydraulics to C++. He’d had his fingers in everything throughout the time of his life, and his well-roundedness helped to smooth out gaps with the rest of the team.

And as the grandpa of the station, he was reasonably concerned when he couldn’t find Danny anywhere.

Max had a bit of downtime as he waited for a diagnostics program to run, and he had realized suddenly that it was just a bit too quiet. Danny liked to mutter under his breath, and as they both preferred the more hands-on side of things, he and Danny often worked in the same area. Or at the very least in the same wing. But the boy was nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t like he could really go anywhere, really, but it was still cause for concern. What if he did something stupid like going for a spacewalk without an observer? No such thing was on the schedule for the day, but Danny tended to get wrapped up in his own head from time to time and skip safety procedures.

Curious and slightly worried, Max went around to their teammates checking if Danny was with them. He stopped at the garden first. It had a sealed door, for the purpose of measuring oxygen levels and keeping a controlled environment when needed. Max knocked and the door slid open. Joel was inside, at the door controls. He held a tablet loosely in the crook of his left arm, as though he had just been marking something down.

“What’s up?” Joel asked. He pushed off and glided back to a strange-looking flower, one with a red bloom and purple stems. Max had never seen anything of the sort. Max moved slightly into the space. He looked around, but didn’t see Danny.

“Have you seen Danny since breakfast?” Replied Max.

~~~~

As soon as Danny saw the rest of the crew gathered in the common area he knew he’d messed up. It didn’t help that he had a McDonalds Sprite in hand. (It was the closest thing he had found to downing straight ectoplasm). He debated for a moment on turning it invisible in his hand but from the speed at which everyone’s heads had swiveled to see him, he knew he’d been caught. (At least he’d had the tact to revert to human form before phasing into the station).

“What have you got there, Danny?” Questioned Jamie with a raised brow.

“Uh-” Danny stared blankly down at the drink in his hand. His brain froze.

“A smoothie?” Danny referenced. Sadly his joke didn’t seem to land. It was a very icy reception. Awkward, Danny glanced off to the side and took an idle sip from his drink. The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Isabella was the next to speak.

“We know there’s something up with you, Fenton. Is it something that’s gonna endanger the team?” She asked coldly. She hovered up near the roof, grasping one of the bright blue handles. A tablet floated idly next to her.

Danny sputtered.

“No- of course not!” He said without thinking.

“So there is something going on!” She shouted victoriously. Heat rushed to Danny’s cheeks. Jazz pulls those mind-tricks on him all the time, how’d he miss it?

“Danny,” Said Joel seriously. All eyes turned to him.

“Are you an alien?” He whispered conspiratorially. There was a bright glimmer in his eyes.

Okay, that was a new one.

“No way he’s an alien!” Jamie interjected. “My bet’s still on vampire.” He said matter-of-factly. Danny just looked on in disbelief. They started shouting observations and evidence back and forth at each other and suddenly Danny realized he hadn’t been nearly as inconspicuous as he thought. He almost considered trying to sneak off and lock himself in the bathroom when suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder.

Danny jumped, making his head slam into the ceiling. Max idled beneath him, looking slightly guilty.

“You keep getting stuff from somewhere, and you’re acting weird. You might as well tell us what’s up with you. How are you going back to Earth and then appearing back up here?” Max asked, plain and simple. But Danny didn’t know how to respond.

His first instinct was to lie through his teeth, build up a toppling tower of falsities that would surely crush him when it finally collapsed (he still waited for his parents to see that his teenage life was full of plot-holes) but there was no way he could hide this. They caught him red-handed, and there was no way out. Danny couldn’t find the words to explain.

Luckily, Isabella found them for him. (Or not-so luckily, depending on perspective).

“Amity Park, huh?” She said sharply. The tablet was now held in her hands. She turned it around to show a paused video.

It was Wes Weston’s youtube channel. Specifically a video that Danny made him take down. Wes had promised he had, but by the ‘unlisted’ tag, it was clear he hadn’t followed through. Isabella tapped the screen and audio filled the common area.

~~~~

“-Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I know I’m right!” Wes shouted in the squeaky tone of a teenager whose voice hadn’t quite settled.

“Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom! Here,” Wes gestured to a table behind him, pulled up on a projector that was aimed at his bedroom wall.

“-I kept track of all of Fenton’s bathroom breaks for the last month. Ninety-three percent of them line up with Phantom sightings!” Something clicked and the view changed.

Instead of the graph, it showed an image of 15-year-old Danny Fenton’s yearbook picture. Another click, and it was replaced by Phantom’s, in a remarkably similar angle. Though the expression was different and leaves partially covered the camera. A new slide and suddenly the two were overlaid, one right next to the other. They formed an almost-perfect face. One face.

~~~~

Isabella tapped it again and the video paused at that exact moment. She grinned, not out of maliciousness, but with the glint of a predator who knew they had already won. Damn. How far did she dig to get that?

“According to some old forums, up to like ten years old, Amity Park is infested with supernatural beings called ghosts. A lot of people chalked it up as a tourist hoax, but there are some pretty serious discussions out there. And official records of many deaths being declared as caused by ghosts. A lot of it was deleted or redacted or covered up in some way, but I managed.” She shrugged. Isabella spun the screen back around to herself and swiped down idly.

“The name Fenton also showed up so often, I could filter my search by it. Also repeated mentions of Fentonworks, and various patents filed under the company. Which were all redacted to hell, and had mentions of something called the ‘Ghostly Investigation Ward’ stamped all over them.”

“Looks like they were government funded somehow. Mixed with the forums’ details of them and even some published papers I found, it seems like they were pretty into the paranormal. And Danny ‘Phantom’ sounds pretty ghostly to me.” Isabella looked at him with an expression of inquiry. She feigned innocence.

“You’re too smart.” Danny scathed. Isabella just made a ‘hm’ sound and shrugged.

“It was on the internet. All I had to do was find it.”

“Spill it, ghost boy.” With that final statement, everyone turned to look at Danny. A wave of anxiety rolled over him. The temperature suddenly dipped, before he reigned it back in a split second later. It didn’t stop Max from shivering.

“My parents have been really into ghosts, since college.” Danny started. His hand found its way to the nape of his neck, a nervous tic he’d never really had reason to kick.

“Their life's work was to prove ghosts were real, but their theory was all wrong.” Danny tapped into his core lightly, letting it steer him towards what was technically the floor, and he sat down.

“They thought that ghosts must be evil, so they made all kinds of weapons to fight them. But their crowning achievement was this- portal. A gateway.” Danny looked up and didn’t see any looks of confusion or disgust, so he continued.

“They worked on it for a decade, and they finally finished it when I was 14. They booted it up and it didn’t turn on.” An ache started in Danny’s chest. It felt like swallowing sandpaper.

“My parents went out to get their minds off it and my friends convinced me to go take a look while they were out. Maybe they missed something.”

“One thing led to another, and I went inside. It powered up right on top of me.” Danny didn’t mention the button inside, how his parents’ stupidity had endangered him.

“Turns out ghosts are real, and dying isn’t an absolute.”

“Only a sith deals in absolutes,” Jamie quoted automatically. Then he realized what he’d interrupted and his jaw snapped shut with a click. But the statement was so out of left field that it made Danny bark with laughter. He lost control of the tears that had been threatening to spill down his face the entire time he spoke, and soon he was doubled over from the hilarity of it. It was infectious, and they all started cackling. All but one, that is.

“Is he laughing or crying?!” Joel worried. But he didn’t get a response. Danny was so startled that his core leaked, freezing the tears to his face in sheets of ice. The temperature plummeted, and suddenly no one was laughing anymore.

Danny could feel the tangible shift in the room and it only took him a moment to realize his slip.

“Ah- heck,” He said, still fighting off the last vestiges of laughter. He reigned in his energy, letting it sink back into his skin. It felt nasty, like sucking honey through a straw, but he didn’t want to freeze his crewmates.

“Holy- what was that?” Max asked. He clung to a handrail, where before he’d been hanging in the middle of the room.

“Sorry,” Danny apologized immediately. He formed a quick ball of hot ectoplasm and passed it to Max, who simply stared at the ball of green flames in his hand. He blinked owlishly at it, before Danny realized that most people probably didn’t expect to be handed a fireball.

“Ah- it’s warm, no burns.” He explained quickly. Max lagged for a moment before gingerly poking it. The flames licked playfully at his fingers. After realizing it wasn’t painful, he let Danny deposit it into his cupped hands.

“Wow,” Max stared at it, mesmerized. That is, until Joel interjected.

“So that’s it!” He floated near one of the wall-mounted computers. A page of search results cast light on his glasses, hiding his eyes from view.

“Rosa sanguinolentus are a rare blooming plant in the rose family which is known in folklore as being a ward against ghosts.” Quoted Joel. Upon receiving confused looks, he explained further.

“I have one in the garden, I noticed Danny avoiding it. He also sneezed when he got too close.” Joel offered. In response was a chorus of ‘ew’s. Danny’s nose crinkled at the reminder.

“Blood blossoms,” He said darkly. Danny floated back to his previous sitting spot. Max passed the ecto-ball to Isabella.

“I thought they were extinct. I tried to make sure of it, myself, but I guess I missed some.”

“In this form they’re just an allergen, but they can be deadly. Those buggers hurt.” He got a far-off look in his eye.

“Form?” Max inquired.

“Ah-” Danny started. He floated ever so slightly upwards, then triggered his transformation. He’d learned to minimize the energy wasted when he switched, and thus instead of rings it was a simple flash and Phantom settled over his bones.

Immediately, Danny’s freckles began to glow, as they’d done each time he transformed since being accepted into the program. In the place of a simple t-shirt and loose-fitting pants was instead a slim suit, covered with a dark green leather jacket and a menagerie of belts. Without thinking, a crown formed over Danny’s head. He realized his mistake quickly and spun around, shooing the thing away, making it fade back into energy.

“Was that a crown?” Asked Jamie. Danny was suddenly reminded they only had half the story. The before.

“...maybe.” Danny responded hesitantly.

“I, uh, may or may not have pummeled the former High King of all Ghosts and gained his title through combat?” He said quickly.

“But I can’t really accept it until I’m fully dead, so there’s a council of regents in place until the day comes, or if I’m immortal, then when I turn 180.” Danny ranted.

“I really hope I’m not immortal, but like I’ve only grown 2 inches since I was 14 and I still get handed kids menus, so like- maybe I might be?”

“I only really have two others to compare myself to, and one of them is evil so like he’s not a very good baseline.”

“Wait wait- back up. King? Ghosts have a social structure?” Jamie asked with curiosity in his eyes.

“Kinda..? I’m only half ghost so I don’t fully understand. I tried to avoid the whole thing but then there were a bunch of assassination attempts, so I had to accept it.” Now that Danny had started talking, the admittances just tumbled from his brain.

“Half-ghost?” Joel asked.

“Ectoplasm and electricity equals half death and a bunch of DNA stuff, that’s about all my understanding of it.”

Joel hummed.

“So do you know what that Ghostly Ward is?” Ask Isabella.

“It’s a secret branch of the government, they cover up all the stuff in Amity. Horrible ghost hunters, I don’t think any of them ever landed a shot. But rumor is their scientists are ruthless. They contracted my parents for a lot of weapons, and funded their research."

"I guess Ghostly Investigation Ward is their real name, but I only ever heard them called the Guys in White. They are like, super strict about dress code. I dunno," Danny shrugged.

"So Ah, yeah. Lab accident, half ghost, boom- ghost powers. I got a whole catalogue of 'em. I can go down the list if you want but it might take me a while." Danny reclined in the air. He let his core take hold so he didn't drift from his spot.

"Wait- so how have you been getting to Earth and back?"

"In this form I can withstand space, and I don't need to breathe." Danny suddenly remembered he still had a drink and took another sip.

"Using your powers would be such an asset!" Exclaimed Joel.

"No way can we keep this to ourselves. There's so much you could do!"

Danny's core stuttered in his chest. The temperature dipped.

"There's a reason I've kept it a secret." Danny said coolly, to keep his emotions under wraps. He felt a mixture of anger and he was scared. Scared of what could happen, the liability that had just been created.

"Every time my secret has been revealed I have been hunted and my family's been put in danger. That GIW is no joke- if they got any clue of what I am I'd be dead- fully dead- in a week. I haven't even told my own parents because I'm scared they'd attack me."

"I have more than earned my right to keep it to myself. I have saved the world at least three times, and that's only the times that a Time God didn't warn me beforehand! And you heard of none of them."

The crew just blinked owlishly at him. Danny realized he was floating in empty space.

“Ok…” Isabella said quietly.

“I think I got about half of that.” Jamie replied.

“Ghosts are real?!” Max looked like he was about to go through a midlife crisis. Or a breakdown. One of the two.

Danny steered himself back towards the apparent ‘floor.’ He dropped his ghost form, appearing as Danny Fenton once again. He lowered his voice and spoke more softly, genuinely.

“I’ve had superpowers since I was 14, and up until now only five people in my life knew about it.” ‘One of whom tries to kill me on a regular basis, but they don’t need to know that.’

“I spent my teenage years protecting my town from ghosts and it was a miracle that I finished high school. Let alone got up here where I am now, in space.”

“I’m not completely human, I don’t know what I am, really. But aside from the whole ghost powers thing I’m still the same as I was before my accident.”

Danny took a deep breath, and let it all out.

“Would an ice cream cone for each of you make it better? Or I can get cheeseburgers?” He was obviously trying to placate them. The best way to get somebody on your side was through their stomach.

“I…” Jamie started.

“It’d be a good start.”

~~~~

TWO MONTHS LATER…

“Danny!” Shouted Jamie.

“Where are youuuuuuu!” He called.

Joel appeared from around the hall.

“He’s off-ship, had some date with his partner. An anniversary?”

Jamie huffed.

“He was supposed to take me with him to pick up a cake for Isabella’s birthday.”

“There goes that set of plans.”Jamie threw his hands in the air and set off in the other direction.

“I didn’t forget!” Danny suddenly popped into existence behind Joel, who would have jumped had he not already been floating. Jamie whipped around and came back from the other end of the station. His white hair, black suit, and exorbitant number of belts had become a typical sight.

“Where were you!?” He yelled.

“Well for starters, that date is tomorrow. Also I found this rock outside, it looks unique!” Danny offered the chosen rock to Joel. It was shiny, and glittered in the light.

“Another one? I don’t have space for them all! I am completely overrun as it stands.” Joel sounded tired. Danny’s star-studded freckles dimmed. His pointed ears lowered.

Dang it. Joel couldn’t bear to see that face. Especially after Danny took him back to earth yesterday so he could re-dye his hair. It didn’t help that Danny always looked younger in his ghost form, closer to sixteen than twenty-two.

“Ugghh,” Joel put a hand out and Danny lit up as he handed off the rock.

“You’ll have to tell us more about it at show and tell,” Jamie joked sarcastically.

“For now, we have a walmart cake section to raid!” He announced. Danny laughed, and they left shortly to go procure their prize.

“They do know they aren’t being very slick, right?” Isabella’s head popped out of a nearby compartment. The birthday girl was smiling. Joel just shrugged and left. He needed to get back to his insects. Buggatrina wasn’t eating nearly as much as she should.

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“WESLEY WESTON!” A mad spirit rampaged the Amity Park News office, darting around and obviously searching for something. Or, more likely judging by his outburst, someone. This ghost’s presence was such a typical one that barely anyone even batted an eye as he flew over their heads.

The certain red-head in question ducked below his desk. His heart pounded so loudly it threatened to break right out of his ribcage. Oh heck, he’d messed. Up. What exactly did he do, again? Too many things came to mind.

Suddenly a face popped down from above his desk.

“Remember that youtube video you were supposed to delete?” That sweet tone was simply a veil for the threat underneath.

Wes gulped.

#fic #danny phantom #dp #astronaut!danny #ghost king!danny #ghostking!danny #wes weston #hehehhehehe #i had fun w this one #i wrote most of it months ago and completely forgot it existsed #my fic

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translyricalmabi · 29 days

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Escape of Salmhofer the Witch (魔女ザルムホーファーの逃亡) - English Translyrics

Original song by mothy

Through the woods and the flowers dead, I ran with all I had

Holding dearly to my chest with every step

A pair of precious fruits, escaping through the night

A fugitive’s flight

Never knew a father, never knew a mother

I grew up a girl without a single soul to love

And when I hit twenty, what I found finally

Was the love of a man with a taste for blood

Let yourself fall for one of evil ways

And you'll soon find yourself tainted the same

The people all began to cast their stones

As a witch I was known

Through the woods and the flowerbeds I ran with all I had

Wholly stained with the red of the freshly slain

Towards a haven found in a most wicked love

As an outlaw

“My children, my babies, somebody took them from me!”

All bloodied, a woman screamed at me hysterically

And as I looked upon this, before I even noticed

I was caught and wrapped in chains on the spot

The crimes I'd committed were to someday be punished

Locked away, a prison inhumane, no light of day

Yet as I sat waiting for my execution

Resembling him, I met a strange scientist

I, who yearned to make escape and be gone

The scientist, who desired someone to test upon

Each other’s individual wishes quite convenient

Through the winding and narrow road of stone that chilled my bones

I ran, finally free of the prison clothes

To just another jail, sure to imprison me

A laboratory

In my womb, embedded, the seeds of the heavens

Two heartbeats pulsated quietly inside of me

And then granted me with two adorable twins

Virgin-born, yet guinea pigs and no more

But I've seen this before, I have seen this before

Suddenly, a memory I’d lost returned to me

Conceived inside a beaker just like this

No mom or dad to look to, I was a Ghoul Child too

Connected in liquid, children I have been given

Though I know it's selfish, though I may not even live

If they want to make my kids their toys, then I

Cannot just stand by!

Even if I’d spent every moment of my life always in flight

I wanted to grant even the tiniest fragment

Of the love I'd not once in my life experienced

Unto my children

Through the woods and the flowers dead, I ran with all I had

Holding dearly to my chest with every step

A pair of precious twins, escaping through the night

A fugitive’s flight

In a foreign country, forced to live discreetly

Knowing well that we'd be dead should we ever be found

When the moon would come out, we'd have time to go out

For a stroll at night, my children and I

Held’s Forest, a calming spot to spend the evening

Though I thought it would be just like any other walk

For no more than a split second, I turned

And when I looked back, I screamed

“Somebody took my babies away from me!”

#mothy #akuno p #akuno-p #evillious #evillious chronicles #meta salmhofer #pale noel #seth twiright #original sin story #vocaloid #vocaloid translyrics #translyrics

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sicksucculentz · 2 months

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Bive is a lab creation!

According to Bive's wiki she was created in a lab accident. I was thinking about what life was like for her in her early years.

She was only the size of a guinea pig and confused as hell. She just...exists all of a sudden! She was clueless as a little baby and did not fear anyone, that fear had to be learned. Sadly she startled one of the staff trying to crawl up a leg. The poor female staff screamed and kicked her off directly into a wall. She thunked off the wall and flopped on the floor making the most pathetic screeching noise and curling into herself. The staff member that sent her flying felt guilty right away and broke protocol by rushing to this screaming little critter. She scooped up this tiny creature that looked like a worm on a string with spider legs and cuddled the critter close. She started cooing to baby Bive and gently petting along her back. It worked and she stopped screaming. The staff member stood up with a smile "I think we made something!"

She couldn't speak of course, she could only screech and wail. An ear splitting annoying noise that sounded like someone killing a rat.

The staff was very very pleased with their accidental creation and quickly treated her as a daughter. She of course did not have a gender so they honestly just picked one and it stuck. Bive ended up wanting to be a female later anyways so it worked out.

They weren't aloud to take her home because they would have gotten in trouble for 'theft'. Sense she was created in the lab that means she belongs to the lab in some messed up way so she was left at the lab in a large cage overnight. This way done to protect her from wandering and getting hurt somehow. At the start the cage was stuffed with lab coats so she had something comfy to sleep on. The next day blankets and such were brought in for her. She spent 3 years sleeping in that cage every night. Every morning she would screech and wail as soon as she heard that lab door open. She wasn't in pain or scared but she was excited to see the staff again and wanted to be held. She would stick her spider like legs through the bars on the cage and try to press her little face through the bars until she was let out to be fed and weighed.

This would scare the shit out of night guards when they did their rounds. Part of doing rounds was to check the lab. They would open that door to see a pair of bright white teeth and a mass of hair screaming at them as they opened the door. One guard was sent to the hospital because he had a nervous breakdown thinking he'd gone crazy and ended up having a heart attack. He was an older gentleman. He did end up getting to meet Bive on better terms about a week and a half later. He got to hold her and found she was only screaming at him because she thought he was there to cuddle and feed her.

She was not abused, not mistreated at all. She was very well loved, very well fed, well rested, and healthy. The only reason she got so big later in life was the devoted care of the staff.

She hated it when she wasn't being held. A staff member would put her down to go get some exercise or go to the bathroom or something and Bive would start to scream and chase after the staff member. She was a very needy baby and being capable of walking and running as soon as she was created didn't help

As she got older they set up a room in an unused closet. It was her own personal space that was comfy decorated. She began to show interest in things like murder mysteries and conspiracies and got a lot of books on those topics for her birthdays. She was often dressed in clothes the staff bought for her which was more often than not comfy clothes like sweats and baggy shirts. That's what she liked at the time. She got her first phone when she turned 15.

The staff spent years and year performing studies on her and tests. Of course she got used to it very fast and they don't hurt her. One of the first studies they did on her was to test and see what she would eat and what she shouldn't eat. They ended up having to end the test day pretty short because they found out the hard way she's lactose intolerant. They gave her some ice cream and she loved it at first but like 20 minutes later the poor thing was laying on her side in clear discomfort. The manager spent the day checking up on her every 30 minutes after giving her some of his own Pepto for her sour stomach. She got soup for the rest of her meals that day and she was fine around the end of the day. She did toot a lot though hahah! There's also an adorable picture of a large bulky male scientist veeeeery carefully using a small ketchup cupplet to gently poor Pepto into baby Bive's mouth. The picture is easy to find and Split has seen it.

Another test done with her was the water test, just seeing how she would react to water. They found she can't swim because her hair gets so heavy in the water and drags her down. When they pulled her out she looked like a drowned rat. Luckily she could handle a very small amount of water, enough to give her a bath without any issues.

Testing to see what food she would eat was interesting. It was found she was an omnivore and would eat just about anything. She hated hated HATED oranges though. They tried to give her raw meat to see how she would react. She did start to eat it but she quickly spit it back out, appeared she didn't enjoy that texture at all because she gagged and shook her little head!

She took to learned behaviors from those around her very quickly and different staff members worked with her a little learning to speak so she got introductions to a few different languages.

LOTS of pictures were taken. Many many throughout her life as she grew up. Often seen with the staff, being studied, playing, reading, birthdays, etc etc. She really made the staff feel fulfilled as parents and even more so for one woman that was not able to have children of her own.

It was pretty common for Bive to fall asleep during tests and studies. Staff would just let her sleep most of the time, other times they needed her to be awake. Tests were never done past 8pm and none before 10am.

Bive still visits the lab a lot to see the folks that raised her and meet the newbies that get hired.

There was a few times when someone new was hired on as an assistant lab tech when Bive was growing up and their little silly orientation was to see how they reacted to Bive. Shock was warranted but they were watching to see if the new hire treated Bive as a person and not just some unfeeling test subject.

Aged 18 she was given full freedom to leave the lab if she so wished to. She opted to stick around until she built up a little more money, she also just wasn't ready to leave yet. The staff are like deeply loving parents to her and the idea of no longer seeing them everyday was difficult for her.

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Okay so if you’re doing requests and this looks enjoyable enough to do ( no pressure if you don’t want to I get it) a villain x hero where they’re fighting and hero gets pushed into the water and villian is about to leave but hero can’t swim. So villain is like there’s no way I’m gonna let them die as stupidly as drowning I need to kill them properly and saves them but with a lot of romantic? tension (I’m such a pathetic loser for hero x villian) hope this makes sense lmfao (perhaps hero has a fear of water and is shaking really badly and villian is like hugging and petting them because they feel bad cause they’ve never seen hero so distressed)

Not sure if this is exactly what you pictured but I had fun!

warnings: drowning, near death experience

"Well well well, if it isn't a little mouse caught in my trap."

He had waited before making his entrance, watching the hero struggle to stay upright, clinging to his own feet until his strength left him and he fell back upside down.

His footsteps echoed in the chamber as he stepped further inside. The hero dangled on a rope over a deep pool of water, hands tied behind his back. Villain crouched down and sloshed the water a bit, as if rinsing something from his gloves.

"Or perhaps a worm wriggling on a hook would be a more apt comparison."

The hero glared, though the feathery hair hanging over his face like a sheepdog rather killed the intimidation factor.

"What do you want this time?" he said. "Are you planning some kind of heist? Is there some kind of council of evil-doers you don't want me to mess up?"

The Villain laughed. "You know I don't play well with others. No, I was excavating the cave system here and found, to my delight, an underground lake. It's very deep and very inspiring for a new trap. Which, naturally, you walked right into."

"So you're just using me as a guinea pig?" the hero asked flatly.

Villain dipped another finger back in the water, swirling it around to watch the ripples skitter across the murky depths. "I was thinking of putting in piranhas. An anaconda perhaps? Catfish big enough to swallow you whole."

"You know that kind of thing only works in the movies, right?"

"I could make it work," said the Villain absently, mind already racing turning the logistics of it.

He faintly registered the sound of creaking rope as the Hero struggled, but was too lost in his own thoughts to pay it much attention. He only registered the scraping sound of boots against stone before the fist of the hero came swinging into view.

Villain dodged just in time, the hero's woozy balance from his time spent upside down the only advantage Villain had.

"Next time keep a better eye on your prisoner," the Hero said, cocky grin on his face.

Villain rolled back up to his feet and kicked the hero square in the chest.

The hero fell back into the water, the splash washing up against the Villain's boots.

And then he disappeared. Villain waited for a few seconds.

"There's no point in trying to find an exit," he cried down to the water. "You'll drown before you find your way out."

Nothing. Then, abruptly, the Hero's face broke through the surface long enough to take a strangled gasp of air before sinking back down again.

That was when it finally clicked for Villain -- the Hero was drowning. Right now. He wasted a few more precious seconds, gripped by horrified paralysis, before shucking off his cape and diving into the pool.

For a horrible moment Villain became disoriented -- the same murky darkness was both above and below, the surface incomprehensible. This was a horrible idea -- this was a horrible, stupid idea and now Villain was going to drown right along side Hero and for what? For this irritating need for his attention? For the way he --

A flailing limb caught Villain in the ribs, knocking some much needed sense into him. He wrapped his arms around the Hero's body and began to kick his way upward. (Or what he would pray was upward -- if he was the praying type).

Just as his lungs burned with the desperate need for air, they broke the surface. Villain coughed and spluttered as he dragged the two of them further up the ground. Hero stayed dangerously silent.

"Hero?"

Villain shook him, but the Hero remained unresponsive. He slapped the hero's cheek a few times and then leaned down close his mouth.

No breathing.

Icy dread coiled in the Villain's gut. The past kicked in, training that he hadn't used in years taking over his body. Villain started CPR, the steps carried out on autopilot.

Like riding a bicycle.

Eventually the hero gasped, deep and desperate. Water splattered on the stone as he turned and coughed. Relief made Villain dizzy, like a drug, like a hit of oxygen after asphyxiation.

And then the anger set in.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded.

The hero didn't answer. He leaned his forehead against the solid ground, breathing shakily.

"Can you not swim?"

How long had Villain left him suspended over that pool? And yet the hero had never flinched, never lost his cool, despite death only a few feet away. It only fueled Villain's anger. What if the rope had been faulty? What if the Hero had lost his balance when he escaped his bonds?

Villain shoved the hero on his back and straddled him, his fingers digging into the other man's soaked shirt.

"How the fuck do you not know how to swim?!" he snarled

The Hero shook his head, one hand clutching at the Villain's. Not to tear away, not to struggle out of the Villain's hold. Just clinging to it. His fingers shook.

In fact, the Villain could feel the Hero's entire body tremble beneath him. Of course -- the cave was cold, the underground lake even more so. But that didn't explain the labored breathing, the eyes squeezed tight, the fingers holding tightly to Villain's hand.

Villain knew fear when he saw it. He dealt in it, his favorite currency. Whatever bravado the Hero had earlier had left him entirely. All that remained was the pit deep terror that only a near-death experience or severe phobia could bring.

It looked wrong on Hero.

"Hey." Villain cleared his throat. "Look at me." He shook the Hero, more gently, until the other man cracked open his eyes. "You're alright. You're on solid ground again. You're safe --"

The hero snorted.

"Well -- safe for now," the Villain amended. He had so much more experience with creating fear than abolishing it.

"Until you find some other way to try to murder me," the hero said.

"You can't pin this one on me," the Villain argued. "I didn't know you were an idiot who couldn't swim."

The Hero's brow furrowed. "Why did you save me? You had the perfect opportunity to finally get rid of me."

"I don't want to get rid of you," Villain hissed before he could filter it.

He froze at the unexpected confession and the Hero cocked his head to the side, eyes alight, fear forgotten.

"Oh?" he said.

"I want to -- destroy you," the Villain amended. "Publicly. So that no one could ever doubt my prowess over yours. There are no witnesses here."

The Hero had the audacity to smirk. "Is that why you kissed me?"

The Villain threw the Hero back down in disgust. "I didn't kiss you -- I performed CPR you absolute buffoon."

"To save my life. Like a Hero."

The triumph in Hero's face was unbearable. Villain stood up, brushing dirt from his clothes, trying to ignore the strange fluttering in his stomach.

"Go home," he said. "We're done here. I trust you can find your own way out. You've done so enough times."

He headed towards the secret elevator, not daring to turn around and look at the Hero still laying on the ground for fear of revealing his red-tipped ears, the flush on his cheeks.

Ridiculous.

He only heard the hero call out once, just before the elevator doors closed.

"Maybe next time you should kiss me." Part 2 here

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