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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Burned my wings close to the sun/But I'll keep on flying/I'm too young for dying

Pairing: None

Rating: M (blood, violence, death, thoughts that could be seen as suicidal)

WC: 1.6k exactly (yes I'm proud of that)

Tired of never knowing exactly where he stands with Bruce, Jason decides to force his hand.

A/N: This was heavily inspired and plotted by a friend on tumblr, so most of the credit goes to @skypalacearchitect.

A note for the tag "Immortal Jason". Technically he can die, but he will always come back. His power is resurrection, not total immortality.

The song for this fic is "Higher" by The Score.

It may seem a little confusing (though I hope not) but more will be revealed in the second chapter, which I hope to work on and have up this weekend/coming week.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: They try to keep me down, but I just get higher

Jason fumed all the way out of the Batcave.

He fumed on his ride back to his safehouse, he fumed as he passed all his security protocols, he fumed as he removed his gear and headed to shower and change. He fumed halfway through his shower, too, until his anger decreased from 'rolling boil' to 'gentle simmer' and his thoughts turned to vengeance.

Mr. 'I-am-Vengeance' himself would get a healthy taste of his own medicine. Jason smirked ominously to himself.

Back in the Batcave, a tired-and-irritated Batman felt a disturbance in the void.

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After a lovely sleep dreaming and scheming, Jason awoke to the smell of food in the air. Hopping out of bed, he headed to the kitchen with a knife in hand as a precaution (not that he wasn’t a master in several hand-to-hand martial arts) that he put down when he saw who had invaded his kitchen.

“Talia? Why are you here? I thought you were with Damian?”

“I had a feeling my oldest son was plotting something and needed my help.” Talia left two steaming mugs of tea on the island and warmly embraced him. He left the knife on the counter and joined Talia in easy harmony as they danced around his kitchen making the meal.

Once they had begun eating Talia pinned Jason with her slightly unnerving green stare. “Jason. You are not one to hold back your thoughts, habibi. What is it?”

Jason sighed inwardly. Always straight to the point with Talia, and nothing was long hidden, either. He met her gaze. “I want to perform a little experiment on Bruce, and I'd like your help.”

She looked him over calculatingly. “Go on.”

“Bruce said some things last night...I almost shot him somewhere he'd have a hard time recovering from. But then I thought, he's still never recovered from the first time I died. That's what this is all about, anyways, so what if I do something to him he'll never recover from.”

Talia had stopped eating by now and had a wrinkle on her brow as she stared at him and analyzed his body language.

Jason continued, “I want you to kill me in front of Bruce.”

Talia stood up and her mouth was pressed into a firm line. “I did not save my son from that man's brutality just to kill him myself.”

“Look, T, I'm not sayin' this lightly. I know what death is like better than most. But I need to know exactly how he feels about me, if I can realistically continue to work in Gotham or not. You and I know I'll come back, but he doesn't. I- he seems like he wants me dead and gone, so he can still mourn Robin-me. I need to know for myself.”

Talia stood in front of him, carefully scrutinizing his body language and facial expressions. “...this is not a situation like the aftermath of your showdown?”

“No, T, I'm not askin' this 'cause I want to die. I'm askin' because I want to live. I don't feel like I'm really living around the Bats, always keeping an eye out for a potential problem and what I'll be blamed for next. But...I need to know just how big of a chance I have to live with them. And how much they'll look for me if I leave. I'm not asking this of you lightly, T. Feel free to say no; I'll understand.”

“I must think about this, Jason. But if you leave, I will always help you, whether they chase you or not.”

Jason smiled and hugged her. “I know. Thanks, Talia. Take your time, I have drama to plan anyways.”

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Talia stayed with him longer than her usual day or two, instead living in his apartment for a whole week. They didn’t bring it up again, but Jason figured it was so Talia could keep an eye on him and assess his mental and emotional state before she did anything.

She mostly stayed inside so she wouldn’t alert Bruce to her presence, but Jason caught her watching him from the shadows the two nights he went out as Red Hood.

The next Saturday evening, while Jason washed the dishes and Talia dried them, she casually mentioned his request. “I’ll help you with your plan, habibi.”

Jason turned to her, dripping a few suds on the tile floor. “I’m mentally stable enough to handle you killing me?” he asked wryly.

Talia’s lips thinned subtly in displeasure, but she was long used to his ways of speech and his use of humour as a defence. “Something like that. Are the dramatics of your plan sufficiently plotted?”

“Almost. I was thinking I’d confront Bruce in the Batcave, if possible with his little sidekicks there so he can’t hide anything from them anymore, and then you come in and hug me and stab me in the back.”

Talia frowned.

Jason explained his reasoning and Talia finally acquiesced.

They set the date for Tuesday.

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Jason rode into the Batcave just after the Batmobile pulled in, having followed the Bats through their patrol to figure out the best time to make his dramatic entrance.

The Batmobile had been the last to return, so they should all be gathered now for his…demonstration.

Nightwing, Batgirl, Spoiler, Red Robin, and Batman were all standing around in various mixtures of costumes and comfy clothing, and Babs was on the Batcomputer’s main screen, pointing some information out to Nightwing.

They turned to see him park his bike facing the entrance and approach them, though he stayed a carefully calculated distance away to give Talia more space to flee when they inevitably attempted to apprehend her after she stabbed him. He took off his plain motorbike helmet, having only dressed in civvies to appear more defenceless to appease the paranoid old man.

“Jason? Why are you here? You stormed out last Saturday and haven’t been very active lately.” Bruce almost sounded pleased to see him, but Jason could hear the underlying cold calculation as he wracked his brain to figure out why he had returned.

“I had something I wanted to say to you, Bruce.” He made sure his voice stayed neutral–after all, this was to confirm Bruce’s thoughts and feelings about him either way, though both Jason and Talia subconsciously knew which side Bruce would pick.

"Which is?” Bruce prompted, annoyed that there was an audience that would be suspicious if he sent them away to hear Jason out privately.

“I want to work with you. You were my first family, and you helped me live longer and better than I would’ve as a kid on the street. I’ve come to terms with the fact that we will always share opposing viewpoints on certain subjects, but I still respect that you have a code. I’ve even compromised on my own views when I could to make myself appear in a more palatable light.”

Bruce stood stiffly, body language as cold and closed-off as ever. His sidekicks were all huddled in a group, whispering amongst themselves. Jason was pretty sure they were betting on how this would turn out. He and Dick had used to do that–no, focus on the present, Jason. Don’t be a Bruce and live in the past.

“But why is it always me compromising? I’m more than willing to accept your unwillingness to kill, but why must you be so coldly against anyone killing? Even if I stopped killing permanently, you’d never see me accurately, would you? I’d always be viewed through a blood-red lens. I would never be your son.”

“Once a killer, always a killer. You enjoy these executions you perform, Jason. My son died when he was fifteen.”

Jason sucked in a breath, trying not to show how much those words hurt him. “Thank you for confirming my hypothesis.”

The watching circle of sidekicks looked incensed (Dick), concerned (Babs and Cass), and shocked (Tim and Steph). They didn’t have a chance to act, as the exit to the Batcave beeped.

Talia easily entered, using Jason’s passcode, striding determinedly up to Jason and Bruce, nodding reassuringly at Jason. “Habibi.”

Of course, Bruce took the address to mean him and not his son and angrily questioned her why she had broken in.

Talia laughed lightheartedly. Jason had to hand it to her, she was a good actress. You’d never know she was about to stab her son in the back.

“I just had one final thing to accomplish before I left Gotham for good.”

She turned to Jason.

“If this will hurt you after or you just can’t do it, I’ll understand,” Jason whispered in the League dialect.

“I appreciate your concern, habibi, but I will be alright. This is for you.” She wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"I love you, Ummi.”

“I love you, ya albi.”

She took a deep, steadying breath and raised the dagger in her hand, swiftly piercing him through the heart. He lurched a little in her arms but turned to face Bruce, who was staring at the scene in shock.

“This knife in my back hurts less than the figurative one you shredded me with time after time. Congratulations, Bruce, your son is dead.” He choked and spat scarlet blood at Bruce’s feet. “His blood is on your hands.”

Bruce stared at him, then the blood, still stunned at the spectacle.

Talia gently laid him on the floor, his head in her lap, combing her fingers through his hair.

“See you soon, T.”

Talia’s hand rested tenderly over his eyes, brushing his eyelids closed.

#Fic #Good mom Talia #Bad dad Bruce #Immortal Jason Todd #Chapter 2 coming soon #It's from Talia’s POV and will add more perspective.#ali writes #DC #Fanon

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unexpectedstormy · 1 year

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Chapter 1: For the Want of a Breath - A Sky Asthma fic

Here it is, folks, the Sky Asthma fic I’ve been hinting at for a few weeks. It started off as a Whumptober Day 5 fic but quickly grew too large and became its own fic. I have a bunch of chapters written and will be posting them over the next few weeks.

(( @skyloftian-nutcase and @squigglywindy I know you guys expressed interested in this one.))

Read it here or on AO3: For the Want of a Breath

*** Chapter 1: Secret Weakness ***

Sky hoped it wouldn’t come to this.

He sat on his bedroll at the edge of the camp, back facing the other heroes, some still asleep, others pretending to be, and a few were absent completely. It was early morning, just before the sun rose, and the world was bathed in a pale purplish light. The chilly air wrapped its tendrils around Sky, seeping through the gaps in the blanket draping over his shoulders.

He stared at the bottle in his hand, filled only one-third with blue potion. It was normally enough to last him about five days, but with the way things had progressed—how long could he make it last? How long did he need it to last? Normally, when he got this low, he’d start rationing it out, one dose every other day until he could get back to Skyloft; but his symptoms, they’d been building over the last week or so, although he hadn’t noticed it until yesterday afternoon. And now he was to the point where it felt like there was an invisible remlit sitting on his chest—

“You’re up early,” Warriors voice addressed him in hushed tones so as not to wake the others. Sky dropped the bottle in the gap between his crossed legs and he twisted around to look up at Wars with deliberately half-lidded eyes and a sleepy yawn. Clean-shaven, freshly dressed, and carrying his bathing items, Wars had apparently returned from washing up at the lake’s edge.

Despite his projected sleepy countenance, Sky’s heart raced with guilt and anxiety. What could he say in reply that wouldn’t be suspicious? He hummed and blinked slowly while his mind raced with potential responses, settling on one after a few seconds.

“Had a nightmare,” he murmured. Truth was, sure, he’d woken up gasping for breath, but it wasn’t from a nightmare. It was from his asthma. Sitting up for a few minutes had already calmed his breathing and settled the desperate suffocating feeling in his chest, but he knew, he wouldn’t be able to lay down and sleep again.

“What was it about? If you don’t mind me asking?” Wars asked, kneeling down to put his stuff away in his bag.

“Uhh... I can’t remember much now,” Sky said looking away as if distracted and he made something up on the fly. “Giant flying centipedes I think?”

“Ooh,” Warriors grimaced. “I can imagine that’d be disturbing. All of those legs on your skin—” He shivered and closed his bag. Sky listened closely as Wars stood up, carefully picked his way through the rest of the sleeping heroes, and thumped down on a log by the fire. The way the grunted quietly as he sat made Sky wonder if his legs or back were hurting him again. Still facing away, and slightly afraid to look, Sky wondered how visible the front of him was to Wars and if he could pick up the bottle again or if it needed to stay hidden between his legs.

“Well, if you’re up… do you want some tea?” Warriors asked.

“Hmm. That would be nice.” Sky answered and yawned, for effect. He dared to steal a longing glance at the potion hidden away underneath the fabric of his pantlegs and the blanket he now hugged tighter around himself. There was a sound of a ladle in the pot and moments later, Warriors stood beside him holding out the tin mug of tea.

“Be careful. It’s hot.”

“I will,” Sky said. As Warriors turned back and returned to his seat, Sky took the opportunity to surreptitiously pour a little of the potion into his mug and restowed it back in its secret pocket in his bag as quickly as he could. He hoped the heat of the tea wouldn’t break down the medicine’s potency.

Sky turned so that he was facing Warriors and the rest of the camp, and out of habit, started a mental headcount. He and Warriors were the only ones in camp who were upright. Hyrule slept soundly curled up against Legend’s side, who lay on his back reading a book. Wind stirred, venturing to raise his head with rosy cheeks and red eyes and looked at Sky and Wars before dropping his head back down and burying his face in Wolfie’s fur. That left… Four, Wild, Time, and Twilight not present.

“Where are the others?” Sky asked. He inhaled deeply and quietly as he could to offset the building stale-air feeling in his lungs.

“The Old Man’s getting dressed, Twilight went for a patrol or something, Four said he needed some alone time and wandered off that way, and Wild’s… well…” Warriors looked sidelong at the lake down the hill from their camp. “While I was down there, I found all of his clothes on a rock on the shoreline. I heard some splashing coming from somewhere, so I can only assume that he’s swimming. Maybe catching fish. So be careful if you go down to the lake. There’s no telling what you’ll see.”

Heh. Business as usual then. The early birds were awake and the sleepyheads still down for the count. Except for himself of course. Sky hoped no one would question too hard when they saw him up before half the Chain. But even if they did, his excuse would hold. No one in their crew was exempt from having nightmares, not even Sky.

Sky sipped the tea. The intensity of the sudden acidity and bitterness exploded on his tongue. He quickly pulled away the mug from his lips and squinted at the dark brew. Why was this so strong? Who made the tea? He took another sip, and it was just as strong as the first, with the slightest hint of blue potion. If he hadn’t poured the potion in there, he would have dumped half of the tea out and added water to weaken it, but that wasn’t an option now. He was just going to have to suffer through the tea and hope it wouldn’t upset his stomach. Sky took another sip and tried not to grimace.

He should have known this was coming.

It had been a few months since he’d had an asthma flare up, and he was well overdue for another. He thought back to all the signs he’d ignored over the previous week or two: the inexplicable urge to yawn more than usual, even if he wasn’t tired, the need to inhale deeply and sigh without an obvious cause, that feeling in his chest at the bottom of a breath that there wasn’t quite enough air there, getting unusually out of breath when climbing slopes… He’d dismissed these early symptoms rationalizing that he was just tired from that battle yesterday, or it was because they were at a lower altitude than he was used to or it was just allergies or a minor cold.

But it wasn’t, was it?

Sky hated his asthma. It was his embarrassing weakness. He was a hero! He defeated Demise! And yet, he sometimes had trouble with the most basic task of being alive: breathing!

He’d mostly kept it on the down-low from his fellow heroes. He usually tried to hide it when he took his medicine in the morning, but now and then he’d been caught. He’d mention offhand how it helped him breath better at lower elevations but he never went into detail. One time, Legend had pried and Sky admitted to having asthma, but the only thing that came from it was that Legend made him promise to speak up if it got bad, and he also told Time. But other than that, no one knew.

It was better that way.

Better to keep his weakness a secret, better that he didn’t slow the others down, better that they didn’t have to pick up the slack for him or cover for him. And as long as Sky did everything right—taking his medicine and avoiding his triggers—his asthma wouldn’t be a problem.

Probably.

The Goddess had so far been mindful and considerate of Sky’s little… liability. In the past, when he’d run low or run out of blue potion, she would supply a portal that would take them back to Skyloft, allowing Sky to restock. Once, after he’d completely run out, she’d even sent a portal just for him. At the time, he was separate from the others, scouting out a ruined village, when the portal appeared. Passing through it, he found himself at home. He was graciously given an hour or two to restock his supplies and meet up with Zelda, before another portal appeared to return him to where he’d left from.

It had been quite a while since they’d been back to Skyloft and Sky was itching to return. Any day now, he expected a portal would appear and take all of them—or even just him—back to Skyloft. He just had to bear with it and trust Hylia. She’d always taken care of her Chosen One in the past, and he knew she would take care of him in the future too.

That being said… he couldn’t help but worry. Just a little bit.

“You’re looking… pensive,” Warriors ventured. “Rupee for your thoughts?” Sky looked up from his mug.

“Oh what? You’re talking to me?” Sky stammered. “Oh, uh, I uh—” Sky stumbled over his words, but he was saved by their elder reentering the camp.

“Rise and shine, boys,” Time said.

“Noooooo!” Wind groaned. “I want sleeeeeep.” Wolfie nuzzled his hair and licked his face. Wind hid his face with his blanket and whined again. Wolfie made a little noise, pawed at the blanket and then nipped the edge and pulled it out of Wind’s hands.

“Wolfieeeeee!!!” Wind tried to pull the blanket back but Wolfie crawled forward on top of Wind and started licking his face. Wind giggled and pushed away Wolfie’s snout. “Fine! I’m awake! Go bother someone else!” Wolfie stopped licking and huffed a puff of air in Wind’s face before he stepped off and ambled over to Hyrule and Legend.

“Hey guys! I got fish!” Wild said cheerfully as he approached the camp. He carried a spear impaled with nine fish as he trotted up the slope, stark naked. Sky and several other Links looked up only to immediately avert their eyes with giggles or groans.

“Oh, geez!” Warriors exclaimed. “Wild! You forgot something!”

“Ahh!” Wild squealed, looking down. “Sorry! Be back soon!” He scurried away back down the slope.

Sky looked away with a grin he tried to suppress. He was hit with a pang a happiness and he relished the moment—him and all of his brothers all together and all safe and happy on this lovely morning on this grand adventure they were on…

He’d hate to lose it.

#linked universe #lu sky #chapter 2 coming soon #:)

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itsrheasgirl · 1 year

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With chapter 1 of Forbidden Love coming to a close (only 1 part remaining), I can’t thank you all enough for the love and support you’ve shown.

Do not worry, the story is FAR from over and chapter 2 will launch later this month.

#rhea ripley #demi bennett #wwe smackdown #wwe #wwe womens wrestling #rhea #ripley #rhea x reader #forbidden love #fem!reader #chapter 2 coming soon

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serpentarius · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Series: Part 2 of the old man & the vampire

While Daniel seeks lost memories, Armand reflects on the past.

#armand x daniel #new fic #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #daniel molloy #armand #devil's minion #young daniel #flashback #ao3 #these two are my obsession #whether or not I did them justice who knows #but this was super fun to write #chapter 2 coming soon

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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postcard from paris

(a/n: or a moonchaser au that started as a oneshot turned into something else. was going to wait a minute before advertising but one, im very fond of this babe, and two, i didnt realize how many folk would realize i posted it so quickly. so please....enjoy 💖)

Drunk and laughing on the couch in the middle of his sitting room, legs slung over the armrest with a joint in his hand, Remus swore nothing could ever be wrong again. His head was resting on one of James’s thighs, Sirius on the floor after all their other friends had found their way home.

An end of an era, or so they said.

The couch was one of the last things in the sitting room, the room magically lit by candles they had conjured and transfigured from shoes, but otherwise, their flat had been boxed up and sorted into three separate piles. Custody battles fought over coffee machines (Remus won), end tables (James won), and ceramic dishware, all boiling down to a single final night. The Marauders were finally going separate ways after over a decade of being together.

The three of them.

James.

Sirius.

Remus.

Chapter 1 now on AO3

#postcard from paris #moonchaser #remus lupin #james potter #also didnt realize how many people were subscribed to my ao3 until this #and found the fic without me mentioning it #so thank you babes #chapter 2 coming soon

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trashmouthowen · 2 years

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THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT

Chapter 1: The Bite Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Rating: Mature (Rating May Change) Additional Tags: Supernatural Elements, Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blood and Violence, Monster Hunters, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Eventual Smut, Romance, Horror, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Summary: Ten years ago, a tragedy befell on what was supposed to be a high-spirited camping trip between Anthony Bridgerton and his father, leaving Anthony scarred in more ways than one and completely flipping his life on its back. He now possesses extraordinary abilities that he uses to aid him in hunting monsters that were long believed to be the stuff of fiction in a quaint and quiet village out in the countryside where his younger siblings reside. However, his life forever changes again when he crosses paths with Kate Sharma, a headstrong and kind-hearted woman, who has recently moved into the village and opened a herbal shop. He is immediately enamoured by the shop owner, except he fears if he gets too close he will end up hurting her. Yet, Kate has a secret of her own that Anthony soon discovers as they are led to team up and fight the town’s demons.

READ ON AO3

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #kanthony #kathony fanfic #kanthony fanfic #fanfic #things that go bump in the night #made a glossy new moodboard #so i thought i repost it #chapter 2 coming soon

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sibylsleaves · 14 hours

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some things fall when they're meant to fall

11k (so far) | rated T | read on ao3 Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth.

or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

written for @burnthatbridge

Chapter 2/4 now up on ao3

Eddie is happy for Buck. Obviously. It goes without saying that he’s happy for him.

And look, it’s not like it’s hard. Not when Buck’s been walking around like the LA sun shines specifically for him. He’s got this shimmering halo of excitement around him these days, and beneath that, a kind of deep relief. Like some of the heavy weight he’s dragged around with him his entire life has been lifted.

More than anyone Eddie’s ever known, Buck has spent his life searching for something. And finally, he’s found it.

Not Tommy—although Buck does get a particular blushing grin on his face whenever he talks about him. What Buck has found is something bigger than that. A truth about himself. An answer to a question he never knew to ask.

So yeah, Eddie’s happy for him. How could he not be? This whole year, when he hasn’t been worrying about Chris, he’s been worried about Buck and how he’s been dealing with the aftermath of the lightning strike.

He’s not worried anymore.

And as for Eddie’s own revelation…the realization that for him, all roads lead to Buck, well…

He’s not thinking about it. He’s doing everything in his power to act like nothing’s changed, to act the way the Eddie Diaz of two weeks ago would act. The Eddie Diaz whose brain hadn’t yet caught up to his heart on the matter of Evan Buckley.

“So, there’s a Dodgers game this evening,” Eddie says, jiggling his car keys nervously while he waits for Buck to finish changing after their shift. He rests his gaze somewhere to the left of Buck's bare chest. “I was thinking about inviting Tommy over to watch. And I know you’re watching Jee so Chim and Maddie can work on wedding stuff—”

“Eddie,” Buck tugs his shirt over his head and looks at Eddie quizzically. “We’ve already been over this. I was never actually mad that you were hanging out with Tommy without me. I mean yeah, I guess I felt slightly excluded, but it was more about—”

“Yeah, yeah I know, the giant crush you had on the guy,” Eddie says with a fond eye-roll. There. That’s something two-weeks-ago Eddie would’ve said, right?

(read chapter 2 on ao3)

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@leothil

#ive never posted a multichapter fic before so i have no idea what im doing #ive also never done a proper taglist before haha #chapter 2 is up though!!!! chapter 3 hopefully coming soon #sibyls words #some things fall sequel #it's not a sequel though it's just chapter 2 #911 fic #buddie fic

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marshmellopie · 3 months

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i genuinely don't remember the last time i drew non-garbage spamton and i needed to fill the void. garbage spamton is silly but i also gotta respect his loser and asshole years....

ALSO I LOVE LOVE LOVE NEO BUT DAMN IS HE FRUSTRATING TO DRAW. i refuse to draw his wings 90% of the time. he doesn't deserve them anyway

#[HALF-PRICED SPAMTON]#[COME BACK SOON]#wip #i actually love drawing addispam though he's. Squishable #(in a loser sad way)#spamton #deltarune #spamton deltarune #deltarune chapter 2

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sweaterrat · 6 months

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Drawing stuff for chapter 2 plus I finally made a ref for big red ‼️❤️

#ratspeaks #art #rottmnt #my art #digital art #procreate #rat infested art!#rottmnt raph #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt portals au #portals au #rottmnt au #rottmnt fanart #I love raphs design so much I’m so proud #I need to sleep #chapter 2 coming soon!!#ok bye

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whatlovelybones-if · 4 months

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Tom Blyth as Thomas Kaufmann has me weaaaaakkkkkk 😫 I need this fictional man to do unspeakable things to me

you’re so real for this, bonnie, speak your truth 🫶🏻

#asks #their blonde curls + green eyes + trench coat combo is gonna be the death of me 💀#what lovely bones #ro: t kaufmann #ro edit #also J edit coming soon while i wait for my new keyboard to arrive so i can finally finish chapter 2 #bonnie nonnie

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adiodont · 1 year

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game night

#deltarune #utdr #deltarune chapter 2 #kris #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #noelle deltarune #noelle holiday #berdly #berdly deltarune #adioart #side order art coming soon i’ve just had some distressing life events recently

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thatsnotmygunflash · 10 months

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Partners at the precinct share extensions, and Len finds out just how often West’s children call from college.

Picking up his receiver in exasperation, Len opened his mouth to greet the caller with the standard 'Homicide, Snart,' but was drowned out by a pitiful, whining voice rushing to speak.

“Oh my God, Joe, I can’t believe I let you and Iris talk me into it! I’m never listening to anything you say ever again for as long as I live, which—God—hopefully isn't much longer! I don’t think I’ve ever been this embarrassed in my entire life! I’m talking worse than that time in eleventh grade when you caught me in the backyard with Carter Cassidy! I'm never going to be able to go to that coffee shop again! God, Joe, I asked him out and he looked horrified! He thought I was only fifteen. Fifteen! I don’t look that young, do I? You know what, don’t answer that. Guys at the precinct call me ‘baby-faced Barry Allen’ behind my back and I’m not totally convinced you didn’t start it…”

Ah. Barry, the remarkable foster son West was always going on about.

This should be fun.

“I assure you, Barry, I most certainly did not start that nickname,” Len spoke over the boy's hysterical rambling, smirking when his voice was enough to plunge the conversation into silence.

“Uhh...you’re not Joe,” Barry finally coughed in embarrassment, earning himself a hum of agreement from the amused detective.

“Correct. I’m his new partner.”

#my first #coldflash #fic is here #chapter 2 to come soon #it is a finished fic #ao3 #leonard snart #barry allen #the flash #captain cold

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Chrissy has no idea what she's doing here.

Okay, that's a lie.

She's here because she needs to feel something other than the apathy and lingering dread she's been feeling lately.

She's here because she hasn't been doing well since the breakup. She's been just floating through the motions of her everyday life, stuck in this cycle of nothingness—she feels nothing most of the time, numb to it all.

And she heard that a vampire feeding from you is one of the most intense things humans can feel. She's heard it isn't always a good intense, but she's willing to take the risk to feel something at all.

So here she is.

Not even a full month after her breakup with Jason, finally pulling herself together enough to get out of the house and try doing something to jumpstart her, get her back to some semblance of normal.

She's felt lost since breaking up with him. She knew she didn't want to spend her life with him, but she feels like she doesn't know who she is without him. A big part of her identity up until now has been being a perfect girlfriend, a perfect daughter, a perfect friend.

A core tenet of her personality is shattered and the others are falling apart too. Her parents are disappointed in her for ending things with Jason despite seeing the bruise around her wrist when she told them. Her friends don't understand why she broke up with him either, even though she's told them multiple times about how he treats her, how he makes her feel like she doesn't matter.

She feels like she's lost so much and if everything is falling apart, why not self-destruct a little bit more?

This feels like she's doing something for herself for maybe the first time in her life, even if it is self-destructive. Nothing has ever been about her in her life, it's always about someone else—Jason or her parents or her "friends" who won't even speak to her now that she's poked a hole in the bubble that they live in.

So that's why she's here, at a feeder bar, wearing a slinky dress Jason bought her to wear to his company's Christmas party last year. She hadn't worn it because the back was too low and it was too tight, but she kept it shoved in the back of their closet—her closet now that he's gone.

She dug it out and dusted it off, pulling the skintight fabric up her body, donning the high heels she wore to one of Jason's work events.

Ugh. Everything in her life somehow leads back to him, still. She puts on the dress he bought her and the shoes she bought for his work event and gets a Lyft to the vamp district because he took the car when he left.

The driver asks her three times if she's sure she put in the right address.

She's sure.

Walking into the bar, she's less sure.

Her heart is in her throat, rabbiting fast in her chest like she's being hunted, like the eyes on her are assessing how easy of a prey she'll be.

She feels like prey. She's going to feed one of them tonight, maybe- maybe even more than that, so how could she not?

She's never had casual sex before and that fact is at the forefront of her mind as her heels clack on the hardwood floor of the bar.

She's been with Jason since high school and she's in her mid twenties now. She's never dated anyone but him. She's never fucked anyone but him.

That feels kind of pathetic right now. She's in her twenties and doesn't even really know what she likes. He never wanted to try things, never wanted to do anything except for the way that he liked it, even if she never got off that way.

She feels so out of her depth, this all feeling a lot scarier all of a sudden as she takes a seat at the bar. Maybe she should have started with a regular hook up before ramping it all the way up to seeking out a vampire, but she came all this way and she doesn't want to back out now.

The bartender is friendly, probably taking pity on her inability to conceal her nerves. She orders a mocktail, wanting to keep her wits about her, at least for this part.

She sips her drink when it comes, subtly trying to look around.

It's a Thursday, so she wasn't expecting many people to be here. There are groups of friends hanging out in booths, laughing together, single people at the bar like herself.

Just by looking from afar, she's not sure who's a vampire and who isn't.

The vampires here must know who's human, can smell their blood or maybe hear their heartbeat. She's not totally caught up on the intricacies of how vampires interact with humans.

But she supposes that's part of the thrill of coming to a place like this.

Unless someone flashes her a fang or something, she's not going to know who's a vampire and who's like her, trying to get bit.

She locks eyes with a guy down the bar and he grins at her, a feral thing, making her heart beat faster in her chest, her skin crawling.

She's doesn't like this, feeling pinned by his stare, watching as he sets his drink down and goes to stand up—

"Hey," a soft voice says in her ear and she breaks the eye contact, looking over her shoulder.

Two women are standing there, looking at her—she thinks they were at a booth when she came in.

"Oh, hi!" she says, grinning fake and wide, glancing back down the bar. The guy is seated again, his drink back in his hand.

Chrissy turns more fully towards the women who saved her from what was likely to be, at best, a very awkward encounter.

"I'm Robin," the taller one says. "And this is Nancy." She gestures to the woman next to her, all wild curly hair and red lipstick.

"Chrissy," she says softly.

"Do you want to come sit at our booth with us?" Nancy asks before running her tongue over one of her fangs. Chrissy feels faint, looking at Nancy's mouth. Her lipstick is blood red, stark against her pale skin.

She looks at Robin and when Robin smiles at her, her canines are slightly longer and sharper than a human's would be too. They're both vampires and Chrissy's face is flushing all of a sudden.

She says, "Yes," answering Nancy's question, getting up and grabbing her drink before following them over to the booth.

She sits across from them, feeling the weight of their stares, but it doesn't feel anything like the guy who was getting up to come talk to her.

It doesn't make her feel like an object, it just makes her feel seen and present and alive and. Wanted, maybe.

Robin breaks the silence, saying, "You're new here." A statement, not a question.

Chrissy nods, gulping. "This is my first time here, yes," she says, skirting around what she's really being asked.

Nancy hums, her eyes still piercing into Chrissy. She says, "Well, you're here for a reason. And your heart rate was erratic when that guy looked at you, so maybe we might have what you're looking for."

Chrissy stares at her. She hadn't considered that lesbian vampires existed. But looking at the easy way Robin and Nancy are leaning close together, the way they both came up to the bar to help her, she thinks she's looking at a pair of them right now.

"What do you mean exactly?" she asks anyway just to be sure she's reading this right.

Robin says, "You want someone to bite you, we've got two sets of fangs right here. You want someone to take you apart and piece you back together? Nancy does that better than anyone I've ever met."

A shiver runs down Chrissy's spine. At the thought of being taken apart, at the thought of both of them biting into her.

"Do you want to come home with us?" Nancy asks, cutting to the chase. They probably do this a lot, then, propositioning women who wander into the bar, wanting something their mundane human life can't offer them.

This isn't exactly how she saw her night going, but she was already determined to be reckless, so she might as well.

"Yes," she says decisively, sounding more confident than she feels.

She doesn't know if the myth that vampires can hear when you're lying is true, but either way, they're satisfied hearing that she wants to go with them.

Her mocktail sits half finished on the table as she slides out of the booth to follow them.

"We don't live very far," Robin says when they get outside, holding Nancy's hand in her own.

"Okay," Chrissy says, walking a step behind them on the small sidewalk.

"Are you from around here?" Nancy asks, looking back at her briefly.

"From here in the sense that this is the city I tell people I'm from because my tiny little town is kind of a blip on the map," she says, falling into step with them as they slow down as the sidewalk gets wider.

"We're also from a tiny town near here," Nancy says, her lips quirking up into a smile when Chrissy looks over at her.

This is easier than she thought it would be.

She feels like she should ask something- isn't that how it works with small talk? Someone asks you a question, you answer, and then you ask a question back.

Her mind is blank as she tries to summon any question to ask them, but luckily, they arrive at their place before the silence gets awkward.

They veer off the sidewalk down a stone path that leads to an ordinary looking apartment building. She's not sure what she was expecting- something lavish maybe. But so far, they just seem to be normal people.

Robin pulls the carabiner off her belt loop and swipes a fob on her keyring to open the front door.

The apartment is on the first floor, so she follows them and tries not to start panicking as Robin unlocks their door.

She has no idea what to do with a woman. She barely knows what to do with a man, but she has no experience with women or with vampires and she's kind of just jumping in feet first.

They lead her inside and it's- it's really cozy. Warm lighting and plush throw pillows and normal things that everyone has in their house.

She feels kind of silly for thinking their apartment would feel cold and clinical, that it might just feel like she was getting blood drawn at a doctor's office and nothing like she's read about online.

This is their home. They brought her back to their home.

"Sorry for the mess," Nancy says, looking chagrined as she tidies up the pile of mail that's overflowing out of a basket on the coffee table.

"It's okay," Chrissy says. "Your place is really nice."

She looks around, sees pictures hanging up of the two of them, sometimes with other people, sometimes alone - the one closest to her is just to two of them, Robin wrapping her arms around Nancy from behind, both of them grinning at the camera. It's nice. She can't remember the last time anyone took a picture of her smiling.

"Come sit," Nancy says, gesturing to the couch.

She sits down next to where Robin is already seated, feeling her temperature raise when Nancy sits down on the other side of her. She feels surrounded. She feels- not trapped, but caught, maybe. Caught by a couple of vampires who want her blood. She feels dizzy at the thought.

"So," Robin says, dragging out the 'o' sound. "How do you want to do this?"

"You were right that I want to be bitten. So you both can, you know, do that," Chrissy says awkwardly.

"Where would you like to be bitten?" Robin asks.

"Anywhere," Chrissy breathes out.

"And the other part?" Robin asks. If you want someone to take you apart and piece you back together...

Chrissy looks at Nancy, looks at her mouth, and she wants. She feels the want so deep inside of her, it feels like it might come spilling out. So she says, "Yes, to that too."

Nancy smiles, this smug little thing that has Chrissy squeezing her thighs together tighter. She looks like she wants to devour her. Chrissy wants it so much.

"You should, you know- you should also use your charm on me," she stutters out, blushing when Nancy raises her eyebrows. That was the other part of this that she looked up, a vampire's charm. It's why she sought out the feeder bar specifically.

She wants to feel good, wants to not have to be in control of her every micro expression for fear of someone getting mad at her.

"We should?" Nancy asks, leaning closer to her.

Chrissy nods. "I like it, like to feel- commanded," she says, as if she's done anything like this before. Her heart is beating so fast in her chest.

"Do you now?" Robin asked from her other side.

Chrissy looks over at her, noticing her dark pink lipstick. The shade is close to the one on Chrissy's own lips. If they — if they kissed, neither of the lips would look any different.

She looks at Robin's mouth and she thinks she wants her lipstick smeared all over her, staining her skin, both Robin's and Nancy's.

So she says, "Yes," a hint of desperation in her voice. It's what she wants. It's all she wants. To not have to think or make decisions when she doesn't know what she's doing. They've obviously done this before, so they should be the ones leading, the ones deciding how this goes.

They look at each other over Chrissy's shoulder. She glances between them and can't discern what they're silently discussing, but they seem to come to a decision without ever having spoken a word.

"Okay," Robin says. "We'll use our charm on you. But we'll check in with you every step of the way. Stoplight system work for you?"

Chrissy nods eagerly. Her online dive into what vampire bites feel like led her to a few racier websites, but a lot of them were educational, explaining kink and the like for beginners like her. She thinks she read enough to be safe.

And she feels safe with them, despite the thrumming in her gut, despite the fact that they're going to make her spill blood, probably sooner rather than later.

"Okay then," Nancy says. "Robin is going to charm you. In the bedroom."

She stands up and offers Chrissy her hand.

Chrissy takes it, letting her lead them all into the bedroom.

Her heart is beating fast, racing in her chest as Robin stands in front of her.

Her pupils bleed red a little as she says, "I want you to let us take care of you, can you do that for me?"

And Chrissy feels herself nodding.

"Can you take off your dress for us?" Robin asks.

Chrissy thought the feeling of a vampire's charm would be different, maybe that she would feel it more intensely. She feels lighter, almost, in her movements, her head a little fuzzy, as she slips the dress straps off her shoulders, but she still feels in control, like she could stop this at any moment if she wanted to.

She doesn't feel out of her body, like some people online have explained feeling, but there's a tingling sensation in her scalp so she knows it must be working.

It's possible that it's different for everyone, like the bites are. Maybe it doesn't feel like someone else is taking over completely for some people. Maybe some people just have this weird sensation wash over them like Chrissy's feeling right now.

She lets the dress slip down her torso and then pushes the tight fabric down her hips, letting it fall to the floor.

The look in Robin's eyes is hungry, like she's hungry for Chrissy. It makes something in Chrissy ache.

Nancy hums from somewhere behind her and Chrissy's cheeks burn. The thought of being looked at and judged, even if they like what they see, is a little overwhelming.

"You can take your heels off too," Robin says and Chrissy does it, the suggestion making her stumble trying to get her shoes off quick enough.

Nancy comes up behind her, putting a hand on the center of her back, and Chrissy shivers, the touch doing the same thing as Robin's charm—sending tingles down her spine.

"Let us take care of you," Robin repeats and Chrissy nods, the sensation from before getting more intense and spreading throughout her entire body.

Nancy steps in front of her and Robin takes her eyes off Chrissy to look at her. Chrissy looks too, her face heating up as she takes her in.

She's stripped off all her clothes too, her smooth skin on display for them both to look at.

Robin leans forward when Nancy comes to stand in front of her and kisses her, running her hands up her body like she's done it a million times, the tenderness and familiarity making Chrissy feel like she's intruding somehow.

And Chrissy stands there, aching—both from watching them kiss and touch and from knowing that Jason never knew her body like this, never cared to. She spent so long trying to make something work with someone who never seemed interested in actually knowing who she was or what she wanted.

Robin touches Nancy as Chrissy watches, knowing exactly how and where to touch to have Nancy sighing into her mouth, leaning closer, and clutching at her shirt like she can't get close enough.

Nancy pulls Robin's shirt over her head, flinging it to the ground, her hands going to unbutton her pants as their kisses turn harsher, nipping and biting at each other. When Robin's out of her pants, they pull apart and look at Chrissy again.

"Can I kiss you?" Nancy asks, stepping close to her.

Chrissy nods and Nancy presses forward, brushing her mouth against Chrissy's.

This is only the second person who's ever kissed her, she remembers suddenly, her mouth opening in a gasp as Nancy's hand slides up her stomach to cup her breast. The second person to ever kiss her is naked and touching her and it's making her dizzy to think about.

Nancy licks inside her mouth as she thumbs at Chrissy's nipple.

She tastes a little bit metallic, Chrissy thinks faintly, like blood.

Nancy pinches Chrissy's nipple lightly between her thumb and forefinger and she moans into Nancy's mouth. She didn't know her nipples were sensitive—they normally aren't.

She licks back into Nancy's mouth and tilts her head further, trying to kiss her deeper, trying to get her to kiss her the way she was kissing Robin a minute ago, all teeth and tongue like they weren't afraid to hurt each other.

Nancy pulls away and Chrissy tries to follow, swaying forward, but Nancy stills her with her hand on her collarbone.

She's strong—the force of her hand isn't overpowering on her, but she can feel the strength there.

"What's your color, darling?" Nancy asks, her hand slipping down to rest on her hips, fingers touching the waistband of her underwear.

"Green," Chrissy says, feeling a little hazy from the kiss, from feeling Nancy's strength, from everything about this.

"Can I take these off?" she asks.

"Please," Chrissy says—begs, really.

She helps Chrissy out of her underwear and Chrissy can't help but preen when Nancy makes a pleased noise, seeing her slightly unruly bush—she hasn't really felt like dealing with it, but Nancy seems to appreciate it.

Nancy grabs her hand and leads her to the bed. She sits on the bed with her back against the headboard, propped up against the pillows there.

"Come here," Nancy says, her voice ringing in Chrissy's ears, and she scrambles to follow the order, moving to straddle her.

Nancy redirects her, putting Chrissy's back to her chest, her legs on either side of Chrissy's.

"Lean back on me," she whispers in Chrissy's ear and she shivers, leaning back.

They aren't cold, like some people think—vampires aren't cold. Nancy is warm against her back, not warmer than a human, but not ice cold like some people were saying online.

Robin looks at them for a minute and Chrissy feels pinned by her stare.

Nancy's hands come down and spread Chrissy's legs out, putting them on the outside of her legs, putting Chrissy on display for Robin to look at, her cunt exposed to the cool air of the room.

Robin gets on the bed and crawls up towards them. She sits with her knees under her between Chrissy's spread thighs.

"Here's what's going to happen: Robin's going to put her mouth on you and you are not going to come until I bite you," Nancy says in her ear as Robin puts a hand on Chrissy's thigh, knocking the air out of her lungs. "Does that work for you?"

She nods even though she feels like she can barely breathe. Her cunt pulses between her thighs with the heat that rushes through her. Robin hasn't even kissed her yet and she's going to put her mouth on her. Fuck.

She's only had this done to her a handful of times and she kind of thought it wasn't good, that people were exaggerating about how good it can feel, having someone's mouth on you, but she's coming to realize that maybe Jason is what wasn't good.

Robin's hand stroking her thigh makes her feel like she's on a hair trigger and they haven't even started. She somehow knows it's going to be better than anything she's experienced before and she's so worked up about it.

But Nancy said she has to wait to come until she bites her, so she will. She'll hold on as long as she can.

Robin slips between her thighs, laying on her stomach between them, her mouth so close to where Chrissy wants her.

"She's so good at this," Nancy sighs in her ear, her hands both coming up to massage Chrissy's tits, pinching her nipples between the thumb and index fingers of each hand. Chrissy tries not to shudder at the feeling.

Robin puts one of Chrissy's thighs over her shoulder and then kisses her thigh, her lipstick leaving a mark on her skin, right over the vein there. Or is it an artery? Whatever it is, it's the important one, the one that would bleed her dry if they damaged it.

It feels so fucked up that her pussy clenches at the thought, at the danger of this all.

Robin smirks up at her like she knows exactly what Chrissy was thinking.

The first touch of her tongue to Chrissy's clit feels like a revelation. It feels electric, like she can feel it all throughout her body.

Robin licks her clit again and Chrissy tries to spread her legs wider, she wants to be splayed wide, all laid out for Robin to do whatever she wants with her.

And what she wants, apparently, is to drive Chrissy insane with her tongue. Because she dips her head lower and licks over her hole, a broad stroke over her entire pussy.

Chrissy lets out a shaky breath, gasping the next breath in when her tongue returns to her clit, flicking over it.

Robin sucks her clit into her mouth and Chrissy cries out, her back arching, her tits pressing more firmly into Nancy's hands.

"Told you she was good," Nancy says, pressing her mouth to Chrissy's shoulder. Fuck, they're going to get lipstick all over her. The thought makes Chrissy's head spin. She wants to be covered in their marks—lipstick prints and bruises and bite marks—so anyone who looks at her will know exactly what Chrissy got up to tonight.

The onslaught of sensations, her sensitive nipples being played with, her clit being sucked on, has the muscles in her stomach clenching already. She doesn't know how much of this she can take—she already feels close, strung tight, her being played like an instrument.

Nancy moves one hand up to tip Chrissy's head to the side so she can slide her lips against hers once more. The noises are pouring out of her mouth now, pried out by Nancy's tongue.

She almost doesn't recognize the noises coming from her mouth—she doesn't think she's ever been this loud before. It's for good reason though because Robin does something with her tongue that makes Chrissy's eyes roll back, her hips jerking up into the sensation.

Nancy pulls back to say, "Look at her. Look how much she likes it. She loves this, loves making you feel good."

Chrissy looks down at Robin, at the way she's looking up at them with hazy eyes as she swirls her tongue and sucks on Chrissy's clit, her thumb coming down to dip into where she's so wet and open.

Nancy whispers, "Robin loves this. She loves putting her mouth to use. She loves how you taste, loves the sounds you make."

It's so much, the feeling of Robin's tongue on her, the knowledge that she likes it too, likes pleasing Chrissy, Nancy's hands on her tits, the whispered words in her ear.

The heat is building within Chrissy, her core tightening as Robin tucks two fingers inside of her and presses on her g-spot as her tongue draws circles on her clit.

"I'm so close," she says, a high-pitched whine coming out of her mouth.

Nancy kisses her neck and then drags her fangs over the sensitive skin there. She says, "But you're not going to come until I bite you. Then we'll both taste you."

Chrissy nods, so desperate to get this right, her thighs threatening to close around Robin's ears even though she's trying so hard to hold it off.

"Please," Chrissy whispers as Nancy drags her fangs over her neck again, teasing her. Tears spring up at the corners of her eyes.

She feels Nancy smile against her neck before she says, "I like it when you beg."

So she says it again, "Please," like she can't help it, because she wants Nancy to praise her again, tell her she's doing a good job.

Nancy just opens her mouth against Chrissy's neck, holding it there as Chrissy hangs on the edge, on the precipice, so fucking close.

"Okay, sweetheart," Nancy whispers right before Chrissy feels the most insane sensation she's ever felt.

The feeling of Nancy's fangs breaking through her skin is intense, but Chrissy can barely isolate the feeling because she's too busy coming harder than she ever has, her eyes rolling back and her entire body trembling as Robin's mouth works her through it.

She read that there's something in a vampire's saliva—maybe venom—that makes people have a reaction and she believes that now. It feels like her entire body is on fire, starting from the point where Nancy's mouth is sealed over her neck, radiating down her entire body.

The noises coming from her mouth are loud and desperate and she's helpless to do anything to stop it.

She shudders through it, the prick of pain in her neck seeming to drag her orgasm out, or maybe it's just Robin's mouth that's doing that. She can't make sense of what's happening to her. She only knows that she's feeling more than she ever has, the orgasm washing over her and tingling all the way down to her fingertips and toes.

Robin gentles her mouth and pulls away to kiss Chrissy's thigh, but Nancy keeps going for a few seconds longer. And Chrissy knows it's the charm and the venom in her saliva making her feel like this, but she's never felt this good before, never felt so taken care of and wanted and it's embarrassingly bringing tears to her eyes, the intensity of it all.

Nancy pulls her mouth away and licks at the bite mark to clean up any spilled blood and Chrissy shudders. Just the knowledge that she actually did this, actually fed a vampire, is doing so much for her. Her cunt pulses around Robin's fingers weakly.

Nancy licks over the bite marks a few more times, before she says, "She tastes so sweet."

Robin pulls her head up from where she was kissing her thighs, her mouth still a little wet with Chrissy's slick. She licks her lips and says, "She's sweet here too," with a wicked grin.

Chrissy groans and drops her head back on Nancy's shoulder as Robin's fingers inside her press on the spot that makes her eyes cross. She feels so wet—open and dripping around Robin's fingers.

"Are you feeling okay?" Robin asks.

Chrissy picks her head up and looks down at her. She nods and almost groans when Robin grins at her, her fangs glinting in the low light of the room.

"We don't want to take too much blood. Are you going to be okay if we both bite you? We won't take a lot this time," Nancy says, running a hand down Chrissy's stomach, her fingers finding Chrissy's clit.

"I'm okay," she says, her breathing picking up again as Nancy rubs at her slowly, the promise of feeling that sweet, tender pain again making her pussy throb.

Nancy's fangs are at her throat again and Robin is mouthing at her thigh and Chrissy thinks she might shake apart if they both sink their teeth into her at the same time.

Nancy's fingers move deftly on her clit and she's going to come, she thinks, already. It's so soon, but she's so worked up she thinks it's not going to take much.

They both tease her, running their fangs over her skin as she moans.

"Please," she begs, wanting to come, wanting to feel them drink from her.

They must have some kind of telepathic connection or something because they both sink their teeth into her simultaneously and she's coming, arching up into the pain, into the insane feeling of her blood rushing out of her and into their waiting mouths.

The twin sensations of pain in her neck and on her thigh had Chrissy panting, her eyes rolling back at the pain and the pleasure, unlike anything else that she's ever felt. The rush of blood is warm and intense and dizzying.

With Nancy's fingers circling her clit and Robin's fingers still stretching her open, it's like she whites out from the pleasure, her eyes unseeing as she falls apart in Nancy's arms, her blood rushing past her ears, her heart thumping loudly.

They pull back after a minute and Chrissy's body sags back against Nancy's.

Robin gets up onto her knees, leaning over them. She takes her wet fingers out of Chrissy's cunt and presses them against Nancy's lips.

Chrissy tilts her head to watch as Nancy sucks the slick right off Robin's fingers, a shiver running through her.

Robin leans down and kisses Chrissy for the first time and Chrissy moans into her mouth.

She can taste herself on Robin's tongue—her slick and metallic blood both smeared around Robin's mouth.

Nancy's first two fingers are still drawing circles on her clit and she's going to come again, just from this.

She shudders, still feeling lit up from the inside from everything that's happened tonight. She's tensing up and coming a third time faster than she ever has before, Nancy's fingers deftly working her through it. The noises she makes get swallowed up by Robin's mouth on hers.

Unshed tears cling to her eyelashes, the pleasure feeling very suddenly overwhelming. She pushes Nancy's hand away from her sensitive clit.

They rearrange themselves and her on the bed, with Chrissy lying next to Nancy, still somehow feeling the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

"Was that okay?" Robin asks, like they didn't just totally blow her mind.

Chrissy nods. "That was, that was good."

"I'm glad," Nancy says and then, "Do you wanna watch Robin get me off?"

She feels her face, already overheated, get hotter at that. She nods.

Robin straddles Nancy's thigh and leans down to kiss her. It's the same intense way of kissing that they apparently save for each other—biting and sucking each other's lips.

Robin reaches her hand down and presses her fingers inside Nancy as she grinds down on her thigh.

Chrissy watches as they get each other off, hands harsh and demanding, taking what they both know they want. The slick sound of Robin's fingers moving inside Nancy—fuck, the same fingers that were inside of her—is loud in the room.

She watches and gets that familiar ache in her chest. Watching them move together so naturally, something that must have come with time and patience and getting to know exactly what they both want, has her wanting that kind of thing for herself. She wants to know someone the way they know each other.

Robin and Nancy make a beautiful picture, tangled up in each other. The sounds they make as Nancy comes around Robin's fingers and as Robin reaches her peak grinding on Nancy's thigh make Chrissy flush even harder than she already was.

They sound good together, they look good together.

Their kisses gentle as they come down, softening into something loving, smiling against each other's mouths.

Robin pulls herself off Nancy after a while and then climbs over Chrissy to smoosh her between the two of them.

They cuddle on either side of her and she allows herself to rest between them for a while as her heart rate comes down and she gets her bearings again.

Nancy's hand strokes over her hip, her body pressed up against her back. Robin kisses her soft and slow the way she did with Nancy after they came and Chrissy kind of feels like crying because she didn't know it could be like this. The pleasure, the kindness they've shown her is one thing, but she hadn't known it was possible to feel so content lying next to someone.

And this part, after, being wrapped up in them, between them, being touched with no purpose other than to touch—it makes Chrissy's heart splinter even further than it already was.

She can't stand it after a while, so she sits up after letting herself indulge in it for too long.

She doesn't know how to do this, how to leave after hooking up.

Robin looks at her and says, "You can stay, if you want. We can take you to breakfast in the morning."

And Nancy says, "There's a nice little cafe a couple blocks from here." Her hand traces up Chrissy's back and she closes her eyes at the feeling, more intimate than she knows what to do with.

Chrissy wants to, but she can't stay. There are thoughts swirling through her brain saying she doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve the kindness they've shown her. And she can't stay the night wrapped up in their arms and have breakfast with them in the morning and pretend this is something other than what it was.

She shakes her head. "I should go," she says, untangling herself from them.

"At least let us call you a Lyft," Nancy says, grabbing her phone.

Chrissy gets dressed, pulling the too tight dress up her body, putting on her heels again.

She takes Nancy's phone when she hands it to her and puts in the cross street near her apartment as the drop off location.

They walk her outside and Chrissy's back to feeling kind of numb.

All the excitement and the rush is gone, vacating her body even before she crossed the threshold out of their apartment.

Nancy holds her hand as they walk her out and Robin kisses her one last time before the Lyft arrives and it feels like something that could be something. It doesn't even make sense in her mind—could-bes and maybes aren't actually anything at all.

There's no room for her here. Nancy and Robin have a life together, something they've built together, something that they let her see just for a brief moment and it was beautiful and sweet and kind of everything she's been wanting.

But it's not hers to have.

It's not hers to keep.

So she goes home to her empty apartment with half her closet still sitting empty, memories of this night imprinted on her brain like a brand.

#chronance #ronance #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin buckley/chrissy cunningham/nancy wheeler #i was going to leave this as a standalone but i couldnt leave the ending like that so chapter 2 is coming soon

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