#Watch the CEOs squirm and pass the blame

[hellyeahheroes]

So much about "We will wait them out, once people will start losing their houses union will fall apart" and "the strike doesn't hurt our bottom line at all", huh?

-Admin

#WGA Strike #SAG-AFTA Strike #Watch the CEOs squirm and pass the blame #rich assholes #eat the rich

[kurosukii]

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: having an internship in the promotions division of japan’s volleyball association is hectic, but your cat-eyed and mischievous boss makes it worth it.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, abuse of authority, age gap, sleazy kuroo (he says ‘pop your cherry’ PLS), coercion, corruption, virginity loss, pet names (kitten), mentions of drug/alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, slight pussy job, praise, biting, nipple play, fingering, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3.6k

author’s note: for yuli babe’s @anime-nymph firsts collab! thanks for letting me join! i missed writing for my first boyfriend hehe <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes LMAO

[9:25 AM]

they were right when they said you’ll experience a lot of ‘firsts’ in college (if you hadn’t experienced it in high school). the first hit of the joint, first shot of vodka, first heartbreak, first time having sex.

and yet here you are in your last year of college, cherry still intact and pristine. you’ve done all the other stuff a college student would have done, except for the sexual exploits.

but who could blame you? the sexual experiences—which are closer to horror stories—that your friends tell you is enough for you to lock your pussy in a chastity belt forever.

college boys are not it, you decided. luckily, you weren't victimized by their cheap colognes and even cheaper pick-up lines, you had your hands and trusty vibrator after all.

being swamped with final projects and applications for internships was also a good distraction. you weren’t expecting much eye candy anyway, and you doubt that there would be a man who would ignite the ‘flames of desire’, as your friends so eloquently put it, in you.

as it turns out, you were so wrong.

“see me in my office in five minutes. i’d like to discuss something with you.”

the clicking of your fingers on the keyboard stops as your eyes slowly look up from the monitor towards the smirking man standing before you.

kuroo tetsurou was nothing you imagined your boss to be like. when you applied as an intern, you expected a man with a beer gut accompanied by an airy attitude of a has-been or a sulking man who didn’t get drafted, effectively ruining his dreams of being a professional athlete.

but no, the heavens just had to grace you with an attractive, well-groomed, and hulking 6’5 of a man who just happened to be your boss; a man who also has the power to decide if you’re eligible for graduating.

seeing him was the first time you felt the desire stirring in your gut, squirming uncomfortably in your pencil skirt whenever the smoky scent of his aftershave would waft around the office.

kuroo clears his throat, one eyebrow raising as his lips stretch into a thin line at your lack of response. he fiddles with the lapels of his suit jacket, silently watching you underneath his lashes as you scramble for a reply.

“y-yes, kuroo-san! i’ll s-see you in a while!” you reply, voice shaking as your body heats up from his honey gaze. kuroo’s smirk grows wider, winking at you before he stalks off to his office, nodding at the other interns and employees watching the exchange.

as soon as the double doors to his office close, the clicking of keys resumes, along with shameless whispers of what the boss would want to discuss with you.

what did he want to discuss with you?

five minutes pass and you begin the dreaded walk to his office, not minding the whispers and barely hidden envy of your colleagues.

your mind racks up all the possible topics of discussion: you filed the reports assigned to you, personally delivered the memos to—

“come in.”

huh, guess you knocked on the smooth wood of the door amidst your ramblings. you take a deep breath and turn the knob, hearing his cheery voice as you enter his spacious and sleek office.

years and years of service to the association has clearly benefited him, looking like a ceo with all the monochrome colors accentuated by streaks of red furniture and decorations.

he rises from his luxurious chair, suit jacket draped over the back of it as he gestures for you to take a seat on the plush, blood red couch. you definitely don’t miss the way his tanned and muscular forearms contrast nicely against the white fabric of his dress shirt.

your heart’s thudding harshly in your chest as your nervousness begins to plague you, will he reprimand you? you’ve done all your tasks diligently and efficiently, surely he’s not the cliché nice on the outside, terrible on the inside kind of boss, is he?

“relax, i’m not here to scold you or anything,” he chuckles, joining you on the couch. he’s a little too close for comfort but you don’t mind, his warmth is a comforting presence in the fast-paced environment you find yourself in.

“you’re here because i’d like to reward you.”

you’re thankful that you were only reaching for the glass of water he was offering you, because you would’ve done a spit take if you had taken a sip. kuroo laughs at your reaction, gold eyes twinkling in amusement.

“my bad, didn’t realize that it would sound inappropriate,” he says, but he doesn’t look sorry at all. in fact, his eyes suddenly have a hidden gleam to them. “but i’m serious, you’re doing a good job. my best intern, to be frank.”

his praise at your stellar performance goes straight to your core, making your thighs subtly rub together to alleviate the growing discomfort between your legs. but nothing passes kuroo’s sharp gaze—he has you, a sweet inexperienced intern,  wrapped around his finger, softly purring like a feline basking in the warm sun.

his voice becomes huskier as his large hand rests on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his palm making your stomach flutter with desire.

this is wrong, you think but make no move to stop him from leaning closer, his scent invading your senses as his hot breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes threaten to close, almost giving in to the slow and gentle rubbing of his hand until you feel his teeth nibble on the column of your throat.

“kuroo-san, i—” you protest, attempting to remove his hand from your thigh but his grip only tightens, stopping you mid-sentence as his other hand cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“shh, call me tetsu when we’re alone, kitten.”

his soft whisper against your neck, along with the new pet name, makes your eyes grow wide as alarm bells ring in your head with the situation taking an unexpected turn.

you can’t help but shiver though, the low timbre of his voice sending tingles all throughout your body as he continues to mark and kiss your neck. no, you have to get yourself under control, you have to strengthen your resolve.

he’s your boss for christ’s sake, someone old enough to be your uncle—a hot uncle. but still, he should know better.

“t-this is unprofessional, kuroo-san. i will—” you squeak, but you’re quickly silenced by kuroo rubbing your lower lip sensually with his thumb. “you’ll what? tattle on me? don’t think you actually want to, kitten.”

“you clearly like this,” he whispers sultrily, emphasizing his point when his hands and lips lazily drag across your supple skin. “you like it when i rub your thighs, nip at your pretty neck…”

“you’re melting in my arms, my sweet girl.”

his skilled seduction breaks your resolve, warm lips and soft fingertips earning a desperate moan out of your throat. you feel lightheaded, the air in the room becoming stuffy as you breathe heavily.

kuroo smirks at your burning cheeks and heaving chest, satisfied with how desperate and wanton you look. he doesn’t waste a second in claiming your lips, smirking at your surprised squeal.

your eyes close on their own accord as kuroo expertly maneuvers your body, pushing you until you’re lying on the lush cushions of the sofa. muffled moans and pants leave you as you tug on his messy black hair, kissing him like a starved woman—which you most definitely are.

he becomes even more shameless as he grinds on you, hard cock digging into your covered pussy as you kiss each other sloppily, spit and saliva mixing. kuroo matches your pleased sounds with his own, low groans leaving him as his touch ignites tingles on every part of your body.

he tastes sweet, like bubblegum candy, but you don’t have more time to appreciate it because his hands are slipping under your skirt, bunching them up to your waist as he reveals your damp panties to his hungry gaze.

planting one last kiss on your mouth, kuroo pulls away as his hands slowly drop from your waist down to your thighs, spreading them wide as if he’s presenting you like a gift before him. eyes glazing over, he boldly stares at the wet patch on the thin fabric that perfectly outlines your folds.

kuroo licks his lips slowly, making you shiver at how predatory he looks. like a frightened kitten, you whimper and squirm. your movements make kuroo groan when he notices fresh slick gushing out of your cunt.

“won’t you let me touch your pretty pussy?”

you immediately gasp at the crude words coming out of his mouth, eyes fluttering at the vision of his fingers driving deep in your cunt. kuroo chuckles at your reaction, making you sport a doe-eyed expression, pupils blown wide with unbridled desire at the picture it paints in your head.

nodding vigorously, you bite your lower lip as his fingers reach out to rub your slit through your panties. to hell with this being unethical, you think but your train of thought gets interrupted when you moan at his warm touch, throwing your head back on the sofa.

the realization that he'll be the first man who’s going to touch you so intimately dawns on you like a bucket of ice-cold water, but it's not like you’re complaining—he clearly knows what he’s doing.

so you let him take the lead, leaving him to draw lazy circles on your clothed clit. deciding that he’s teased you enough, kuroo swiftly pulls your panties to the side and starts touching your bare skin. you cry out at the new sensation, his thumb steadily drawing circles on your clit as you whine and squirm under his touch.

kuroo is entranced—he’s never encountered a woman who’s as responsive as you. you’re a hot mess, nipples clearly poking through your blouse, lips swollen from the kissing, and wide eyes just begging to be touched, to be filled.

the idea of you being inexperienced has definitely crossed his mind and judging by your reaction, he’s near to confirming his suspicions. his dirty thoughts of you make his cock throb; you’re a sweet intern, not knowing that she’s entered the lion’s den.

kuroo shakes his head, knowing that he stalled long enough. without warning, he inserts two fingers into your quivering cunt, making you moan loudly and shout his name.

“tetsu—!” you whine as both of your hands scramble to hold his forearms. he gives an experimental roll of his wrist, eliciting more cries from you. kuroo’s cock twitches in his pants. “oh? so you like that? you’re so damn tight, kitten. mind showing me how you play with this cute little cunt?”

his fingers are thicker and longer than yours, reaching far deeper than you could ever go. he’s definitely more skilled too, unlike your shy and fumbling fingers.

but who are you to resist the boss’s orders?

you give an ample squeeze to his forearms, your hips rolling on their own volition. clearly, your body is more adept at searching for pleasure than your mind. so you sigh and close your eyes, succumbing to him.

“c-curl your f-fingers, please,” you request after a few moments. “like this?” kuroo asks, eyes flashing when you jerk and moan loudly. you instinctively squeeze around his digits, feeling them curl inside your wet walls.

your grip tightens on his forearms as you follow the motions of his fingers, hips rolling and jerking as your toes curl in your heels.

“yeah, just like that. fuck my fingers, kitten. shit, you’re so beautiful.”

you keen at his praise, moaning loudly when kuroo reaches for your blouse, tearing the fabric and making the buttons fly everywhere to reveal your bra-clad breasts.

“you expect me to resist a sweet young thing like you? tsk, i’m only a man,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear as he fucks you with his fingers. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, revealing your hardened nipples to his predatory gaze.

loud squelching noises accompany your pleasured moans and squirming. kuroo’s warm and large calloused hand feels so hot on your tits, his skilled fingers twisting and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

you can feel the juices sliding down your ass, ruining his once pristine couch. your legs begin to tremble as you feel the tell-tale sign of your incoming orgasm.

your toes curl in your heels, mindlessly chanting kuroo’s name as your eyes well up with tears, body overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re receiving.

if this is how you’re reacting to his fingers, then you can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if his cock is the one plunging in and out of you.

“t-tetsu, f-fuck, i’m gonna cum—!” you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum with a loud cry of his name. your feet are practically cramping in your heels, legs trembling as the powerful orgasm courses through your body.

kuroo groans at your fluttering cunt, wet walls sucking his fingers in as you desperately try to come down from your high.

“strutting around in your tight little skirt just makes me want to have a taste.”

he hisses, pulling his dripping fingers out as he puts them in his mouth, eyes closing as he groans at your taste spreading on his tongue. he makes quick work of his pants, tugging his underwear down until his cock springs free. it bobs against his abs and your eyes widen at his length and girth.

you’re not backing out, no, you’re far too excited and ready to have him, but he’s just so...big.

“i-i’m a virgin, tetsu…” you say nervously, biting your lip as your fingers fiddle with your rumpled skirt. his dick twitches as his eyes practically glow with hunger. he’ll be the first man to ruin you? fuck your slick and warm pussy?

“fuck, kitten. my cock will be the only thing you’ll ever want after i’m done with you.”

kuroo says, his voice strained as his wet fingers stroke his cock until more beads of pre-cum falls from his slit. he was right, you’re as inexperienced as they come and he can’t wait to fuck you.

“you want me to pop your cherry, hm?” he coos, knuckles nuzzling against your cheek. your throat bobs as you try to ease the lump that’s stuck in it, the words he said are crude but you can’t help but shiver at what's about to happen.

you look up at him with a pleading expression on your face, cheeks burning with a thin sheen of sweat as kuroo’s body looms over you. the heat from his cock makes you squirm in anticipation, your small whimpers filling his office.

your breath catches in your throat when you feel the weight of his length rub between your folds. a loud whine escapes from you when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit, kuroo’s hold on his shaft tightening the more he rubs himself between your lower lips.

“just a little more, kitten—god damn,” he chokes out, teeth biting his lip as he suppresses the urge to hastily thrust inside your virgin cunt. you’re so wet and warm, making him sigh dreamily at the slick that’s coating his shaft.

just like when he fingered you, kuroo doesn’t give any warning when his cock hovers over your pussy as his large hand guides himself, breaching past the tight ring of muscle. your hands immediately scramble to grip something, anything, just so you can have an anchor for suddenly taking him.

your hand squeezes the cushions of the sofa while the other holds the back of your knee, spreading you open for him. your whimpers and moans reach kuroo’s ears, making his eyes flutter as half of his cock rests snugly inside of you.

the stretch stings, but it's quickly soothed when kuroo’s thumb presses on your clit. he draws lazy circles on the bud, making you gush out more juices to ease his entrance. your bare chest heaves at the added stimulation, causing your breasts to sway slightly.

you’re so tight that it’s actually making him dizzy and see stars. kuroo exhales heavily, willing himself not to prematurely blow his load into you like a teenage boy, especially when only half of his length is inside your cunt.

your lower lip is so swollen with how much you’re biting it; your eyes are hazy and foggy as the feeling of him stretching you is the sole thing in your mind.

only when the entire length of his cock bottoms inside of you does he allow himself to make a sound—and he sounds so sexy.

kuroo moans, biting his lip as he hangs his head down, honey gaze watching your glossy eyes, breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily from having something so big inside of you.

this is nothing compared to your fingers and the vibrators you’re accustomed to. this one is hot and heavy and pulsing, riddled with veins that deliciously throb against your walls.

kuroo starts to move, eliciting pleasured cries from both of you. fuck, he needs to get his shit together before he embarrasses himself.

he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains inside, giving you a few seconds of reprieve before he quickly thrusts back in. his bright eyes go round at the way you and your tits jolt, your mouth forming into the perfect ‘o’ when you moan at his thrust.

kuroo instantly finds himself addicted. the heat finally gets to him and he frantically pries open his dress shirt until the buttons pop off with the strain, revealing his chiseled abs glistening with sweat.

his hands hold your waist, lifting your ass off the couch as he rests you on his lap before resuming his quick and deep thrusts. the new angle hits your sweet spot directly and you’re instantly reduced to a moaning and whimpering mess.

you cup your bouncing tits, your fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples as your moans turn broken from kuroo’s thrusts. muttered and incoherent words fall from your lips as his balls smack against your ass, the loud slaps of skin meeting skin echoing in the office.

the both of you are a sight to behold—your blouse unbuttoned, kuroo’s abs clenching as he thrusts inside of you, your tits bouncing with every powerful movement he makes.

it’s a scene taken directly out of a porno and you would definitely be embarrassed at how cliché it is, how easy you were if it weren’t for the expert movements of kuroo’s hips and witty tongue dishing out dirty remarks that have your cheeks flaming.

you can't think of anything else but the feeling of his cock driving into you again and again, along with his hands that are simultaneously gripping your hips and tweaking one of your nipples, you’re a goner.

“want me to go faster? harder?” he grunts, not waiting for your reply as the strength of his thrusts increase, his abs clenching from how tightly you’re squeezing him. “fuck i can do this all day.”

“w-where should i—shit, you’re so tight—fuck you next, huh?” he stutters, thoughts of you having sex on table, chair, against the wall, and any other solid surface has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

just like him, you can’t resist temptation. you’d let him fuck you anywhere he wants to.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growls, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he feels his balls tighten, preparing for his impending release. his grip on your waist tightens while his hand on your nipples travel down your body, until he’s playing with your pulsing clit once more.

“m-me too, tetsu, oh my god,” you wail, legs trembling as your back arches, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. your hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, having the unobscured view of kuroo’s pelvis bumping into you.

“where do you want my cum, kitten?”

“i-inside m-me please!” you cry loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him further into you. you’re on birth control anyway and you don't want to be separated—not even for a bit because he feels so good.

kuroo’s loud groan of your name followed by the thick and hot ropes of cum spilling into you triggers your orgasm as well. high pitched whines of his name coming from your throat as your nails scratch his forearms, pussy fluttering around his cock as your cum mixes with his.

the soft thrusts of his hips make your mixed juices spill out of you, dribbling along the crevice of your ass as it drips on the sofa below you. kuroo hisses, large hands squeezing your waist as he empties the remnants of his load inside your overflowing pussy.

his chest heaves with every exhale he makes. the exhaustion finally catches up to him, causing him to crouch over you and make you squeak at his weight. he chuckles weakly, supporting himself with his shaking arms as he messily kisses you.

“your pussy’s the tightest i’ve ever fucked, baby.”

his husky voice whispers against you, tongue slipping out to boldly lick your swollen lips. his dick jerks and you squeak when you realize he’s still inside of you.

you’re about to tell him to pull out but a timid knock rings through the room, making you immediately remember where you are.

a panicked expression replaces the blissful one, your hooded eyes instantly widening, but kuroo doesn't pay it any mind, opting to bite your lower lip and dragging it out until he lets the sensitive skin go.

he lifts himself up for a bit so his hand can reach your mouth, his thumb rubbing the area he just bit as he smirks at the dumbfounded expression on your sweaty face.

“i’m going to have to make it a habit of rewarding you, kitten.”

[10:07 AM]

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[gracelesslamb]

The CEO, the Professor, and Me (VictorxMC(x Lucien) SMUT) Part 7

Victor sounds pissed. 

“Sleep well, Victor?” asks Lucien. His face is passive and he seems unphased by Victor’s apparent displeasure. 

“Fine. I slept fine. Until I was rudely awakened by you two going at it like a couple of rabbits!” 

I blush furiously and bury myself into Lucien’s chest in embarrassment. Lucien laughs and pats my head. 

“Sorry…”I mumble. 

Victor sighs in frustration. “I’m sure it was his idea, so I don’t blame you at all, ______.” 

“There’s no need to be jealous, Victor. I’m perfectly willing to share.”

I glare at Lucien as I roll myself off of him.  “I’m not some toy that can be passed around, you know. I can make my own decisions about whom I have sex with.” 

“I never said you couldn’t. I assumed since you were willing to have one-on-one intercourse with me, that you would also be willing to engage in the same activities with Victor, if he wished to.” 

I open my mouth to protest but realized that he wasn’t wrong about that. Instead I pull on my clothes and retreat to Victor’s side of the elevator. 

“I’m going to sleep again.”  I use my purse as a pillow this time around, and curl myself into a ball. My body was starting to ache after all the sex, and I could tell tomorrow I was going to be a walking bruise. At least the boys will also be walking bruises along with  me. It’s a small comfort. 

I feel Victor lay down about a foot away from me. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards his bare chest. He’s so warm. 

“Thought you’d catch a cold if you didn’t have some source of warmth.” murmurs Victor. His voice resonates pleasantly through my ears. Victor drapes his suit jacket over us.

“Get some sleep.” I feel the soft press of lips on the top of my head. 

I snuggle myself into Victor’s chest. He’s much bulkier than Lucien so he completely covers my frame with his body. I feel so warm.  Victor’s lips  brush my temple. 

“At least I get to have you in my arms for a little while.” he whispers, barely audible.  There’s sadness in Victor’s voice and my heart lurches.

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It doesn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep again. Lucien had definitely tired me out enough to sleep for awhile. 

My sleep was short lived, however, thanks to the damn elevator fluorescent lights shining in my eyes. 

And Victor’s massive erection poking at my rear. My face heats up a little. Having one-on-one time with Lucien was one thing, but Victor was different. Victor was...intimidating in a way Lucien wasn’t; most likely the fact that Victor is technically my boss. 

My...incredibly attractive boss. Who has already had sex with me once, among other...things. 

I squirm a little in Victor’s arms and he stirs a bit. Whoops. 

Victor nuzzles my neck softly. Warm tingles spread throughout my body and I sigh contentedly as he lazily presses kisses against my neck. Heat pools between my thighs again. I bite my lip and try and suppress the whine trying to get out. 

“Don’t worry...we’re essentially alone right now.” Victor whispers in a low growl. Oh. So he stopped time for this. 

My hips press into his erection and he groans softly. “Careful,” he whispers into my ear. “I was planning on taking it slow, but if you keep doing that…” Victor’s voice drops an octave “I may not be able to hold myself back.” 

His lips return to my neck and his hands start to unbutton my blouse. I slide myself out my skirt as he discards the garment. Victor rolls me onto my back, allowing my head to hit the leather briefcase. He kisses his way to my shoulder, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, discarding it to the side.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs against my collarbone. He begins to kiss towards the tops of my breasts, cupping one in his hand and twirling a nipple between his fingers. 

My face flushes. I’m speechless. Until several hours ago, I thought Victor disliked me. But...given the tenderness and passion he’s been displaying towards me during this entire incident, it seems that Victor has harbored some very strong feelings towards me. 

I watch in awe as Victor kisses between my chest and latches on to the other nipple, swirling around the areola with his tongue before softly nipping at it, causing me to arch towards him by reflex. He switches breasts for a little bit before continuing his journey downward. 

Victor softly kisses my stomach, making me squirm a little. 

Victor smiles into my skin. “Ticklish?”

“A little.” 

“All over?”

“Just my stomach and the bottoms of my feet, like a normal person.” 

“Uh huh. So if I go down there, you’re not going to ram me in the face?”

“U-um. No?”

“That’s promising…” Victor mutters in a barely audible whisper. He pulls my underwear off and kisses my hip bone, allowing my legs to rest on his shoulders. 

Starting at my knee, Victor slowly traces a path to my center with his lips. My hands instinctively tangle into Victor’s thick hair as he traces his tongue along the beginnings of my thighs. When he reaches my upper thigh, the tingles of anticipation begin to send bolts of electricity towards my center. 

My hips buck against Victor’s mouth once his mouth touches my most sensitive spot. 

Victor pulls back a little with a small scowl. “Try not to hit me in the face, will you?” I feel my face turn scarlet and I cover it in complete embarrassment

“I’m so sorry,” I mumble through my hands. “I’m so clumsy, and I wasn’t--”

I’m interrupted by Victor’s strong hand grabbing my wrist. He pushes my legs off his shoulders and pulls me towards him in a sitting position. 

“Hey...Hey. Look at me.” he says, tilting my chin with his hand. Our eyes meet and I can see his expression soften. 

We stare at each other for a few moments in silence. 

“I’m not stupid, I know you’re afraid that you’re going to screw something up during this...activity.” 

My face flushes again as Victor continues talking in a low, tired voice. 

“All you have to do is try and keep still. I know you’re a bit uncoordinated, so I’m not expecting you to keep still all the time. It’s you...so I’ll enjoy it regardless of how many times you accidentally shove me in the face.” 

“S-sorry. Please don’t think any less of me. I know you...don’t really like me very much.” 

Victor rolls his eyes. “If I didn’t like you...I wouldn’t be doing this.” He pulls me towards him and captures my lips in a brief, but  breathtaking kiss before trailing scorching kisses across my jaw to my earlobe. 

“Or...this.” he whispers before taking my earlobe between his teeth and pulling softly on it. I moan louder than I meant to as he moves down my body with his mouth, each kiss even more sensual than the last. He’s between my legs again as he strokes my outer thigh, while his other hand tangles in one of my own. 

Our eyes meet as he licks my center slowly. His gray eyes are intense with lust...and deep affection. As his tongue touches my clit I close my eyes and allow the sparks of pleasure wash over me as Victor swirls his tongue around the small nub. 

The noises coming from my mouth were seemingly involuntary as Victor’s tongue  begins to find other spots to make me squirm. He lets go of my hand to steady my shaking legs as he pumps a finger inside. 

Victor’s name spills from my lips again and again as he adds a second finger and his tongue zeroes in on my most sensitive area. The noises he makes while he fucks me with his tongue are sinful enough to enhance my arousal. My orgasm arrives quickly, though when it comes, Victor doesn’t slow his assault. I’m soon pushed into another explosion of pure blinding, screaming pleasure. 

As I come down from my high, Victor gently kisses his way up my body, a contrast to the scorching kisses that brought him to my center. When he finally reaches my shoulder, I feel him smile against the skin.

“What?” 

“Nothing. Just thought of something amusing.”  Victor pecks me on the lips gently. 

“Care to share?” Our breath mingles together as my question hangs unanswered. Victor closes the distance between us and we kiss for a very long time. We kiss for so long, that the once strong taste of my essence  in Victor’s kisses fades until only Victor remained. 

During our make-out session, Victor flips me over him, cupping my waist firmly. 

“Tighten your legs around my waist.” he whispers against my lips. “Arms around my neck. Be careful.” I secure my legs and suddenly Victor stands up, securing my rear with his strong hands. I’m pressed up against the elevator opening. 

Victor kisses me again, molding his chest to mine. When the kiss breaks, he leans his forehead against mine. He pulls down his underwear, kicking it off and takes a deep breath.

“I’m going in, alright?”  I nod silently and he presses me harder against the elevator as he slowly enters me with a soft groan. I tighten my arms around his neck as he props up  my legs that are secured around my  hips with his strong arms. 

Victor’s movements are slow and controlled at first but once he finds the spot inside of me that causes me to jolt, his movements begin to pick up. He braces me against the elevator door as he pounds into me again and again. It doesn’t take long for me to reach another orgasm. 

I feel my back slide down the elevator thanks to the sweat on my body. The mirrored walls of the elevators begin to fog as Victor continues to thrust into me. My eyes wander over to Lucien’s frozen form for just a moment before I close my eyes and concentrate on not sliding off Victor’s sweaty torso. 

Victor braces  his forehead against my shoulder as his movements become less controlled. 

“God, I wish this wasn’t the last time.” he mutters under his breath, barely audible and my heart sinks. This incident has shown me a completely different side of Victor; a side that I probably wouldn’t ever see again once we get rescued. 

The speed of Victor’s thrusts begin to quicken even more as he nears his orgasm. When he reaches it, he pushes me over the edge along with him. We slide to the ground sweaty, panting and thoroughly satisfied. 

Victor pulls me into his lap and kisses me again, with a gentle passion that could only be achieved in the afterglow of sex. 

We stare into each other’s eyes in silence for a few moments. Victor breaks the silence.

“______…..I...I…” He closes his eyes and sighs.

“You what?” 

Lucien’s voice startles both of us. Victor’s face quickly forms into a scowl as he secures an arm around my waist in a way that four of his fingers were sticking out at Lucien and his thumb was tucked into my side. 

Lucien cooly raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.

“So...I see you two have been busy while I was asleep.” 

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Summary: "Dawn, would you like to help Grandma and Grandpa figure out some things in the lab?" Dawn's eyes immediately flickered from that ominous glowing green back to baby blue in excitement over the idea of finally being allowed in the lab. She nodded eagerly.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Danny openly stared at the clock, the voices of his coworkers muffled and blending together in his mind as they were contributing. He didn't care, quite honestly, about the meeting. About the subject matter, about the business contract being negotiated, the budget cuts and additions. He wasn't even sure what the meeting was about to begin with, just that he had to be there.

He tore his gaze away to observe the man who was talking at the moment. Some older woman, he could never remember her name, but he knew that she had a husband and three grandchildren that she gushed often about. The woman was going on and on and on for what felt like forever, about things Danny could have just read in ten minutes in an email. But then it would result in the dreaded "reply all" loop of technology illiterate businessfolk trying to communicate private matters. It drove Danny nuts.

He picked up the pen and glanced at the notebook in front of him. Everybody around him had been scribbling notes like crazy, numbers and key words covering pages of the pad they were supplied with, or even on the devices or within notebooks they brought themselves. Danny had doodled a spaceship with a dog astronaut that was exploring Pluto in his. He never bothered taking notes, he didn't see the purpose. The administrative assistant always emailed everybody a copy of what happened during the meeting anyway. He sighed, bored as he began to doodle a cat alien for the dog to battle against.

Wednesdays were Danny's least favorite day. In the morning, while good old CEO Vlad Masters was out golfing with his dad, of all people (Danny could never understand how that regular meetup even began, especially considering his Dad, in his neverending grace, always lost horrifically), while all the department heads had a meeting. It lasted all morning. And was followed by an all afternoon meeting with Vlad himself. Meaning, he couldn't slip away to go ghost to deal with a problem, leaving Team Phantom to pick up his unintentional slack. He did use a duplicate often, but it still left him very unable to focus properly on PowerPoint presentations about who knows what.

Danny wasn't even sure what he really did at the job half the time. Hell, if he didn't have a family, regardless of how much the other halfa had changed, he wouldn't have accepted the job offer. Damn, did it have pay beyond Danny could ever imagine making though, a generous amount of vacation time and benefits so good that even Jazz said he'd be an absolute fool for turning it down, especially since Dawn was still just on the way when Vlad had made the offer. Probably partly out of pity. The couple were making ends meet fine, but they definitely weren't living the high life in their old apartment in the not-so-great side of town. Not their fault that the town needed protecting, and that this cut deeply into work and sleeping hours.

But, especially considering the billionaire's weird midlife crisis of sorts some years back and all the therapy business he gave Jazz, Danny supposed working there wasn't so bad. Job was easy enough. He suspected Vlad just made up his job as an excuse to give him one. Danny couldn't even recall the name of his position. But in a half hour, catered lunch would be here, the only good part of the day. Then Vlad would drone for a while, and he could go home to his family.

He was already getting himself excited with his plans for the night. He was going to take Dawn to the park so they could play on Dawn's new favorite playground attraction: the jungle gym (something Danny, of course, also played on). Afterwards they were going to pick up pizza for dinner and meet her mom at home. Once Dawn was tucked in bed and a duplicate watching over her, the couple would go on their normal nightly patrol together. Dawn had surprisingly never woken up to her parents coming home, injured or walking in on them while they were bandaging up. Danny considered themselves lucky. Both of them wanted to keep the entire Team Phantom part of their lives a secret from her. There was no reason for her to have to know or understand.

Yet, despite this, despite the occasional tantrums, the exhausting pregnancy itself and the long nights of back to back ghosts with a colicky newborn, Danny was thrilled. They never thought that they could have a child. Well, meaning, they could, but the details always never added up to where it could be a reality.

He remembered that one night, a particularly bad one. The night had been full to the brim of ghosts, leaving the halfa absolutely exhausted. Even with the full support of a Team Phantom, whose membership had expanded since that first ghost fight in freshman year, he was still bloodied and bruised, barely able to stay awake when home. His new wife, the two having only been married for five months at the time, had to unlock the door to their shared apartment for him, her own body sore from the rough night. His hands were shaking so badly from exhaustion and pain.

"Sit," she told him, and she pointed to the couch. Danny didn't have the energy to complain. He sat, and she fetched the kit for them.

 Together, they began to slowly clean themselves and each other up. Occasional quiet requests to pass burn cream or to inquire if stitches were needed. To help with an injury that was out of their own reach. Once done, neither could bother cleaning up from their first aid. Danny just shifted to lean into her, and she wrapped her arms around him in a light hug. Soon, they were laying on the couch together, silent before they began to idly chat. The subject of Jazz and her growing family came up, and a thought hit them both.

"You know, I think I'm content with being an auntie," his wife said softly, and Danny nodded best he could. She sounded incredibly hurt, and Danny didn't blame her. Even though neither had really had their heart dead-set on children and a family of their own, it never being their biggest wish or desire, it still hurt to know that it was something they couldn't have.

"I'd worry too much," was all he said in response. Her loose hug around him tightened. "It's too risky."

It was unofficially decided that night, later confirmed in the following evening's conversation. The ghost fighting while pregnant, the reality that one of them may not come home one night at least half-alive, the child being a target for their enemies, and Danny's biggest concern, the inheritance of powers. Danny had the reputation for years now that he was clumsy, and he had time to master his powers and rehearse the lies and excuses.

Of course, it could never be truly confirmed unless a child came into play, but the possibilities scared Danny. Their childhood would never be normal, constantly struggling with this incredible power and all the intimate influences of ghosts and ghost hunting, saddled with the moral obligation to eventually begin protecting the city like their parents did. They could never have a truly normal life. The couple had their on and off days when it came to how they felt about the responsibility, but it would be awful to unintentionally pressure a child into accepting such a big commitment.

So they remained childless for years, until there was an accident. That's how almost all of Danny's biggest life changing events seemed to happen.

His wife had given him a small, sly but anxious smile when she had slipped an envelope across the table towards him at their little breakfast table. It was early in the morning, but the two were still awake. Danny from ghost hunting, her from a night shift job. Danny raised an eyebrow at it, picking it up as he sipped coffee.

"What's this?" he asked. He got a small smirk in response.

"Open it," she encouraged him. So Danny did, and it was a father's day card. He stared at her, absolutely baffled by it.

"Did you get me the wrong envelope?" he asked. She shook her head no.

"Nope. I just found out a few days ago. I figured we could go ahead and celebrate now."

 Danny's chair practically flew as he burst out of his seat. His wife was soon in his arms, both laughing as they hugged excitedly. At the time, they let themselves not worry about the questions that always plagued them. The couple decided to just enjoy the moment.

With the announcement came a whole new assortment of life changes. His wife ended up getting a new job, a better one. Vlad made his offer to Danny. That offer led them to move out of their apartment and into their first real house.

Danny watched another man contribute, droning on in the absolute most boring as fuck voice. How the man's family could stand to listen to it, he could never guess. Maybe he actually had some sort of life in his voice then though? Danny was now curious. While he was watching intently, putting up a good facade that he was paying any sort of attention, the man's voice was just muffled in his ears. God, this meeting was boring as hell. What was going on?

He stole a glance over at his neighbor's paper. Oh, they were discussing more budget stuff, numbers about increasing budgeting to more researching nano-whatevers with cutbacks they were making to uniforms because they changed sweatshops in China or something. Woooohooo.

"Mr. Fenton, you've been quiet. What are your thoughts on the matter?" Fuck, he was caught. All eyes were on him as the boring-voiced man stared at him, almost accusatory. While he did not fear for his job at all, Vlad made sure of his job security, he still squirmed a bit under the gaze. He sat up straight.

"You often know my stance. I think that we should put money towards raises," Danny pulled an answer out of his ass, giving a sheepish grin. "Money always encourages people to work harder, less motivation to leave."

The boring-voiced man still looked at him sketchily, but nodded.

"Yes, I suppose that's always an option," he said, tone a bit huffily. "So what you're thinking is when it comes to the new research budget, paying the scientists more as opposed to buying new lab equipment?" Danny felt a small bit of relief at his bullshit answer apparently being close enough to the topic to reasonably seem fitting.

"Well, depends on the need. I'd assume those scientists could give a proper answer better than I could. I don't really deal with the lab much. I think they'd also like their voice being heard and would appreciate being able to weigh the options for themselves," Danny replied. Boring-voiced man nodded in approval before beginning to drone on and on again before he was cut off by another man, who began a counter argument. Danny leaned back in his seat, sighing softly to himself as his eyes darted to the clock.

Danny noticed several other of his coworkers steal a glance at the clock, and thankfully, somebody else brought up the suggestion of taking the remaining five minutes before lunch came for everybody to sort out their notes. Danny glanced at his "notes". Maybe he should just buy a sketchbook instead of wasting Vlad's paper. Eh, who cared.

Everybody agreed, and people fell into a small explosion of shuffling and light conversation as his coworkers began to relax. Danny whipped his phone out. He scrolled to check his messages. Facebook telling him that Tucker had posted a photo of his son, Tucker Jr., a text from Jazz asking about if he and his wife wanted to do a double-date with her and her husband, a few other misc things. He ignored most of them for now in favor of going to his conversation history with his mom, sending a text.

 Hey mom, love you. How's Dawn?

Once sent, he replied to Jazz and liked Tucker's photo. It was a simple photo of Tucker with his son, posing together at one of his son's school events. He checked his other apps before he got a reply.

 Hey sweetie, Dawn's doing good. Love you too, have a good day.

He gave a soft sigh of relief. He was just constantly waiting, worried, for the day he'd get a text asking all sorts of questions. Why is Dawn glowing? Why are her eyes glowing? Why is she flickering invisible? A part of him secretly wished Dawn did have powers. Like father, like daughter. But with great power comes great responsibility. She didn't need to be pressured into taking on such a responsibility like protecting the town. However, Dawn was growing up, and she seemed perfectly human.

Of course, Danny watched her like a hawk for any signs the second Dawn was born, constantly hovering over her (figuratively and literally) for anything. Nothing, but Tucker had pointed out that it may be a while before they began showing up, assuming Dawn had any. Jazz agreed. Vlad had suggested that Danny did a few power demonstrations in front of her, including going ghost, to see if she'd copy him. Danny did go ghost, and he flashed his eyes, turned invisible (turns out it made for the ultimate game of peek-a-boo), made her icicles and showed off glowing concentrated green energy in his hands. All it resulted in was wide, delighted and fascinated eyes, an occasional soft baby coo and, later on, eager demands for him to teach her how to do that. But of course, he couldn't if she didn't have anything to work with.

Danny broke from his thoughts as he was handed lunch. Fancy sandwich and chips, with a drink. He smiled and gave a brief thanks as he accepted it, and he began to unwrap and eat it. People around him continued to talk, but Danny tuned them out. He wasn't actively trying to be unfriendly. Just that most people around him were so much older, outside of his daughter, there wasn't much for him to really talk with them. They were borderline retirement age, often talking of grandchildren and the weather being too cold here. Another reason Danny suspected Vlad just flat out made up his job. Everybody around him was easily in their sixties, and Danny was turning forty-four soon. To his delight though, due to all the ghost fighting, he was in pretty good shape compared to the coworkers within the office around his age. When he first started, people had assumed he was younger than he really was. It was flattering.

A thought hit him, and he paused. If Dawn even had powers, would she truly be delighted in having them? Would they just be a novelty to her? Danny always feared her constantly losing control of her powers, much like he did. Jazz had thankfully been so helpful through those negative thoughts.

"Danny, you've been a half-ghost for well over half your life now. You can teach her, assuming she even inherits ghost powers, how to control them. She'll grow up with parents who know about her powers and who will love and accept her no matter what, and even if something were to happen, would and could protect her at all costs, grow up knowing how to use and control these powers. You're also so good with the boys, Danny. Both of you are, I know you'll be great parents. You have very little to worry about. What children need more than anything is a loving and safe environment that nurtures and cares for what they need most. I have no doubt you can provide that. You save Amity Park every day."

But tricky obstacle to also overcome was not just the unknowing, but the very realistic possibility of Dawn getting powers when at a day care and absolutely freaking everybody there. Ghost powers were a huge deal, and it wasn't worth the risk if they were discovered. Dani suggested that he stay at home with a duplicate, but Danny reminded her that this would drain him completely very quickly if he was constantly duplicated to be with Dawn and at work full time, especially since he often duplicated to go and fight ghosts when he couldn't slip away for a while. Vlad had offered, but while Danny did truly believe that Vlad had his weird little redemption arc and was practically a new man, he was still not about to trust him alone with his little girl all day. His wife would have absolutely never stood for it either. She'd actually probably kill him if he even brought up the idea as a serious suggestion.

As they were still debating what to do, his parents had come to visit the couple. Maddie had taken a seat in the living room, in the armchair. Danny was already sprawled out on the couch, his little girl snoozing happily on his chest on her stomach. He had a hand on her back, protectively, to assure that she wouldn't wiggle off, or, god forbid, this be the time she used ghost powers and floated off.

Danny had casually brought up that they had looked into local daycares when Maddie had offered,

"Oh Danny, that's just silly. Dawn can come stay with us during the day."

 Danny immediately tensed up.

"Mom, I'm just not sure," he replied, and he knew that he sounded defensive. The idea immediately made him uncomfortable.

 Of course, he trusted his parents. His parents would never do anything to hurt Dawn. They absolutely adored and treasured their grandchildren, and they took great pride in the little crowd of "future ghost-hunters" as they put it. But his parents also didn't know his secret.

 "She wants to go back to work in the future, and we already keep the boys," Maddie replied with a frown. "Danny, it's not any problem to leave Dawn with us while you two work. We don't mind."

"It's not that," Danny replied, and it really wasn't that. What if her ghost powers activated, assuming they existed? What if they thought she was a ghost or being possessed? What if... His eyes flickered to the infant on his chest. She was making precious little noises in her sleep, oblivious to her dad's worries. "I-I-I, just, you know. It may not be safe for her. You and dad are so active in the lab, what if you accidentally spill something on her?"

 His mom looked a bit hurt, and Danny winced. He didn't know why he didn't just tell them. There was nothing stopping him. He knew his parents would love and accept him no matter what. He had confirmation of this multiple times. But how do you even begin to bring it up? After everything they had been through as Phantom vs FentonWorks? They never dissected or destroyed him, but they had come pretty damn close on multiple occasions. How could he look at his parents, who spent so much of his life, well over half by this point, hunting his other half down, and tell them who he really was? He wasn't sure. He wasn't ready. By now, he figured he never truly would be ready.

"We wash our hands religiously, and what would it matter anyway? She's human, even if, somehow, something got onto her, she'd be perfectly fine. Any and all chemicals and liquids and gadgets we have only target and harm ghosts," Maddie lightly argued. He flinched, and he gripped onto Dawn's onesie in worry. "Danny, we'd never let her into the lab anyway, and we've been keeping everything down there anyway. You know how nosy the boys are. They get into everything."

 "Uh...just...let me think about it. And we both have to talk about it, ya know?"

His grip around his drink tightened. He was...oddly very accustomed to lying to his parents. There had been many times that he had debated coming clean, from situations ranging from being so close to being dissected or experimented on while under their capture to just a heat of the moment feeling after a hard day and wanting their full comfort.

But now? How do you come clean to your parents after lying to them for over thirty years now? So much of his relationship with them was now built on a lie, how could you ever come clean from that? Recover from that? His parents could never look at him the same way again. Of course, Danny knew they'd still love him, but they'd be crushed to know how close they had been to destroying their only son, devastated at the decades of lies. Danny planned on taking his secret to the grave.

Soon, the door opened, and a familiar white-haired billionaire strolled in.

"Afternoon," he greeted the room, and everybody, even Danny, returned the light greeting. The billionaire gestured to the table still full of food. "Feel free to continue eating, I just wanted to get a small head start, see if I can end a bit earlier today."

Everybody murmured in agreement, and Vlad began to drone on and on. Annnnd now was time for Danny to completely tune out. He saw his phone screen light up on the table in front of him. It was on completely silent, no vibration, so thankfully nobody paid attention to it but him. He noticed it was a new photo message from his mother.

A smile broke, and he went to check it. He expected a cute photo of Dawn sitting in front of the TV, staring at Crash Nebula. What he got instead made his heart drop into his stomach.

A device screen's reading. While the device wasn't familiar, he recognized the general software. A ghost detector, and the words lit up on the display read:

 Name: Unknown

 Age: Unknown, est existence: 1wk

 Pwr lvl: ERROR 412

 Misc: ERROR 412

Another message came in.

Honey something's wrong with Dawn. Ghostly wrong.

Danny's heart pounded like crazy as he frantically typed back.

I'm on my way home. Don't do anything.

We're pros, Danny. Dad and I are going to check her out in the lab to figure out what's wrong. Don't worry, she'll be safe.

Danny's hands were shaking uncontrollably, but he still managed to response.

DONT DO ANYTHING IM ON MY WAY

"Daniel, would you like to rejoin us today?"

Vlad's annoyed voice caused Danny to jump to his feet, his chair flying backwards and his coworkers staring at him.

"Vlad, there'sanemergencyIgottagoit'sDawn," was half-screamed in a blurred sentence, but Vlad seemed to catch it.

"You owe me an explanation by tomorrow morning!" his voice shouted back. To Danny's coworkers, it was a threat. To Danny, he knew Vlad probably caught on exactly what had happened, it not, was close, and that he would let it slide. But he had to keep up a face at work.

Danny zoomed down the hallways, ignoring startled gasps and concerned questions. He managed to avoid everybody as he ran out to the front door of the building. Practically slamming the door open, he made a mad run for the parking garage. He ignored his car though, instead using the isolated building as a safe place to go ghost before flying at top speed towards FentonWorks.

Maddie had stared, dumbfound at the readings until Jack had come inside. Despite rescanning over and over and over again, the device would report the same information.

"Hey Mads!" his voice boomed, and he heard it accompanied with an excited "Hi Grandma!"

Jack stepped into the living room, along with her grandson, who immediately plopped down next to Dawn to watch the cartoon. They began an eager conversation/light argument about the cooler villain in the series. Jack came over, leaning over to give his wife a kiss. She happily returned it, smiling weakly as he took a seat next to her.

"Did you get the Fenton Finder 4.0 going?" he asked curiously, snatching the invention up before Maddie could even reply. He stared at the readings given, and his face fell into an immediate pout. "Aww, you and Dawn went ghost-hunting without me?" His eyes widened a bit. "Danny's not gonna be pleased about that. He doesn't even like the idea of Dawn going into the lab."

"Jack, can I talk to you in the kitchen," Maddie asked, her voice hushed as she glanced at Dawn skeptically. Jack gave her an odd look, but nodded.

She spared another glance at Dawn, who was oblivious to the situation as she and her cousin hummed the Crash Nebula theme song together as a new episode began to play. In the kitchen, Maddie glanced once more at Dawn.

"Mads, is everything okay?" Jack snapped her out of her trance.

"Jack, that reading...," she said slowly. Maddie was slowly connecting everything that happened that day in her mind. The eyes, the sudden disappearance while she was making lunch, the glowing. The revelation was slowly making her feel sick to her stomach. "It was reading Dawn."

Jack stared at her in bewilderment before glancing over at Dawn as well. She was pumping her fists to and from the TV, imitating Crash Nebula's hand laser noises as her cousin had begun to stand up, jumping up and down excitedly as he zoomed around the living room, pretending to fly.

"Are you sure?" he questioned. Maddie reached over to push the button to rescan, adjusting Jack's hand so that he was pointing the device towards Dawn.

Within moments, the reading came back. Same as before, reporting that the ghost was barely ten feet from them, in the exact same position Dawn was sitting. Jack swallowed hard, and he watched the little girl throw her hands up in the air, making an explosion noise to copy the TV.

"Maybe it's just like Danny," he tried to reason. "He set off everything. She is a spitting image of him." Maddie shook her head, biting her lip as she put a hand to her chest, watching Dawn.

"That's not it, Jack," she whispered. "Earlier, she...she seemed to be glowing. And, when I was making lunch, she was in time out, and she...she just vanished and reappeared, Jack. Out of thin air." Maddie took a deep breath. "And...her eyes. They...they glowed green. And..."

Maddie didn't know how to continue. Jack didn't speak. Both of the Fenton adults had their eyes locked on Dawn. Her cousin had lost interest in the show, having gone to get a toy from the toy box. Dawn was still glued to the screen, looking exactly like Danny did when he used to sit and watch cartoons. Baby blue eyes widely shining as she watched the spaceship take off, black hair fluffed up and fists clenched in excitement.

"Go Crash!" she squealed. Maddie exhaled deeply.

"Jack, she looked exactly like Phantom when her eyes glowed."

The statement clearly startled Jack, who broke his stare to gawk at Maddie. She tore her gaze away too to stare back at him. He was clearly disturbed by her announcement.

"Mads, that's crazy," he suddenly blurted out.

"I'm serious! The way she looked at me, she..." Maddie stole another glance at Dawn. "I'd know that face anywhere."

Silence fell over them for a while before Jack finally broke it.

"Where do we go from here then?" he asked. Maddie shrugged.

"I don't even fully understand what's going on. I don't know where to do if I don't understand," she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck as she cracked it. "I mean, to my memory, Danny never did anything like glow or have his eyes change or the like. It can't just be something that she inherited from Danny. So...what is this?"

Jack glanced anxiously towards Dawn.

"Do you think...she's a ghost?" he dared to ask. Maddie didn't answer. She didn't know herself. "We need to take her to the lab and just...check. She could be in danger." He quickly clarified, "of course, nothing dangerous. It's just...there's so many questions. Maybe we need a different scanner."

"I agree. I'm going to let Danny know," Maddie replied. She motioned for Jack to hand her the reading, and she took a picture of the reading before sending a message.

Honey something's wrong with Dawn. Ghostly wrong.

She slipped the phone into her pocket. Jack followed her into the living room. Maddie glanced at Jack, telling him silently to pay attention as her head lightly jerked to Dawn. She reached over and turned the TV off. Dawn's face immediately fell into a scowl, and she glared up at her grandparents. Jack gasped as he saw exactly what Maddie was talking about. Glowing green eyes glared at them, and Phantom's familiar scowl was on her face.

"Grandma! Stop that!"

"Dawn, would you like to help Grandma and Grandpa figure out some things in the lab?"

Dawn's eyes immediately flickered from that ominous glowing green back to baby blue in excitement over the idea of finally being allowed in the lab. She nodded eagerly.

"Yeah!"

Jack smiled, reaching out his arms for her. She eagerly jumped up and into his arms, and he picked her up, pecking her cheek. She gave an excited giggle. Maddie felt her phone vibrate, and she checked it.

I'm on my way home. Don't do anything.

In this instance, Maddie understood Danny's worry. He always seemed so fearful of ghosts. He seemed to always vanish and hide when ghosts came around. Great when he was a kid, and Maddie herself was fearful of his and Jazz's safety. But now, he still seemed to hold that fear and tended to run when ghosts came about.

We're pros, Danny. Dad and I are going to check her out in the lab to figure out what's wrong. Don't worry, she'll be safe.

Maddie was startled when she got a reply almost instantly. DONT DO ANYTHING IM ON MY WAY He was terrified of the situation. Not that she blamed him. She decided to not reply.

"Honey, do you want to come into the lab too?" Maddie asked her grandson, who was occupied with his toy. He shook his head.

"I wanna watch Little Einstein," he replied. Maddie nodded, and she handed him the TV remote. The boy immediately plopped to the ground in front of the TV. She pecked the top of his head.

"Stay out of trouble, if you need us just yell down, okay?" He nodded.

Jack carried Dawn into the lab behind Maddie.

Please be okay, please be okay.

Danny prayed to himself as FentonWorks came into view. He forced himself to go faster. Despite not needing to breathe, he felt like he was choking on his anxiety as he phased in. He completely ignored the entire home, going straight for the lab.

"STOP!" he shouted, coming into view as he skidded himself to a stop in the air of the lab. As expected, within moments, both Fenton adults had an ectoblaster in their hands and pointed at him.

To his odd relief, despite his parents apparent suspicions, they still had immediately put themselves in front of Dawn, who had been previously sitting on a lab table. She had moved to stand on the table when he shouted, peeking curiously over her grandfather's shoulder and smiling brightly at him. She knew who he was, but he looked at her desperately, shaking his head slightly no. She looked confused.

"What are you doing here spook?" Jack snapped accusingly. A free hand had moved back to place a protective hand on Dawn, assuring himself that she was out of harm's way.

"What are you doing?" he demanded to know. He mentally slapped himself in the face. Stupid, stupid Fenton. Would have been a much better move to come in as Fenton, not Phantom. The Fenton adults glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes.

"Phantom possessing her's out of the question," Jack murmured to Maddie, but it was loud enough that Danny could catch it.

"I'd never do such a thing to her!" Danny immediately blurted out. Maddie narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why do you care? You're a ghost." Danny had no clue how to answer that. Why would a ghost care about a Fenton kid? He had no explanation.

"Grandma?" Dawn's voice spoke up quietly.

"Not now honey," Maddie quickly dismissed her, and she pressed into Jack to better shield the girl from the ghost, but she never took her eyes off of the enemy.

Danny's eyes were trained on Dawn as he saw tiny fingers grab Maddie's shoulder so she could use her grandmother as leverage so she could look over at the ghost. Maddie used a hand to lightly push her face down a bit, protectively trying to shield her. Danny's mouth felt dry, and a strange rush of excitement ran through him as he noticed Dawn's blue eyes flash green in annoyance.

Dawn stepped back, huffing annoyingly. She sat back down on the lab table, stretching her leg out wobbly as she tested if she wanted to jump the long distance (for a kid anyway) to the floor. Soon, she decided it was worth the risk, and she hopped down. The noise made Maddie jump, and she spun around to see Dawn standing on the ground. Before she could do anything, the girl darted for the ghost.

"Dawn!" Maddie cried out. To her horror, Phantom held his arms out for her, and Dawn was eagerly running to him. No, no, no! She knew that Dawn was too trusting of ghosts.

Jack opened fire. Phantom yelped as it hit him square in the chest, sending him back into the wall. Dawn stopped in her steps, staring wide-eyed. Maddie reached out to grab Dawn by the arm, to pull her back. The girl jumped in surprise, but allowed herself to be pulled out.

"Honey, that ghost is dangerous!" Maddie scolded her, pulling her close to her chest as she knelt close to the girl's level. She took note of Dawn's confusion.

"But-" she began.

"No buts!" Dawn's lower lip quivered, and Maddie pulled her into a tight, protective hug. She must be scared.

Phantom was quick to recover from the blast, already on his feet and standing on the lab floor, eyes darting from adult to adult. His hand was on his chest, some smoke and a light burn forming from where he was hit. He was half-surprised that Jack even hit him.

"Look," he began, but he stopped upon hearing the ectogun in Jack's hand began to whine as it charged.

"Jack Fenton will not allow any harm to come to this family while he is alive!" he declared, narrowing his eyes. "Take your leave, spook."

"No!" Dawn yelled, and Jack spared a slight glance to his granddaughter. The child was distressed, wiggling in Maddie's arms.

"Dawn, it's not safe!" Maddie scolded her, and she let out a gasp when Dawn slipped through her grasp. Literally.

Maddie reached out to grab at her again, but Dawn was already running for Phantom. The ghost immediately scooped her into his arms, holding her tightly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He shifted to move so an arm was supporting her, his other resting on her back.

"PUT HER DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Maddie yelled, holding her ectogun up to him.

Dawn looked at her with an expression she had never seen before on her. Pure fear. Her fists had begun to clutch Phantom's jumpsuit, and Phantom had shifted his stance so that if either Fenton shot at him, it wouldn't hit Dawn. Dawn was mostly hidden from view, but she could see twin glowing green eyes belonging to her peeking from behind Phantom. Phantom looked worried more than anything else, to her surprise. The resemblance was uncanny, and it unnerved her greatly.

Maddie's confident demeanor faltered, and her lowered the ectogun a bit. Jack glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Jack, we can't," she whispered to her husband. "It only harms ghosts, but..." Her eyes flickered to Dawn and Phantom. Jack returned his focus to them, and he glared.

"You better explain yourself," he demanded.

Phantom looked at Dawn, who had begun to tear up.

"Daddy, I'm scared."

Maddie nearly dropped her ectogun, and Jack looked baffled. Phantom's hold on Dawn, tightened.

"I know, baby boo." Phantom's tone became eerily familiar as he comforted the girl. "I'm sorry it had to happen this way."

Phantom locked eyes with the Fenton adults. A flash of bright light appeared at his waist, and twin rings moved opposite of each other, leaving their son in Phantom's place.

#danny phantom #phics #my phics #oc #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #dawn fenton #DP OCs #second gen #i'm going to become the queue

[deathchasing]

hc: origins

As one might expect of the son of wealthy CEOs, Octavio grew up knowing he could get anything he wanted, but never got what he needed.

His parents kept a stiff and formal distance from him. They involved themselves enough to ensure a good education and an enriched upbringing, otherwise expecting everything of the child while giving nothing to indicate what those expectations entailed. Regardless, he did not get off to a good start, his grades average, his performance less than ideal, known for his tendency to get into trouble and stick his nose in places it didn’t belong.

His parents were divorced. Though his mother remained in the same company as his father, he didn’t see her often. Eventually she faded from his life. When he was much older he wouldn’t exactly blame her, considering the circumstances.

Octavio sat in the sun-warmed woodchips on the playground sometimes, watching the children play, and wondered why things felt off. Everyone seemed to have something they enjoyed. Powdered chalk on pavement; braids of grass and dandelions; digging trenches in the mud. It was all so mundane.

He was sociable enough, a sweet and friendly boy, generally enjoying the company of the other children, but he felt like a shadow, like he wasn’t all there– and he wasn’t, not until the day in middle school when he was dared to climb the twisting, towering tree at the center of the playground. Not until he fell from its arms 20 feet to the ground, shattering his right arm and half his ribcage; his father picking him up from the medical bay, face tight, not a word as they drove home; the furious shouting that erupted after the front door closed. I don’t understand why you can’t just behave yourself. Why do you continue to embarrass this family? You make it look like you were raised by a wild animal. Have I taught you nothing? Do you understand what is at stake when you fool around like this? Disrespectful.

Disobedient.

Disappointing.

No, Octavio really hadn’t felt real until he fled from the house that day, running like the wind. He didn’t know where he was going, only that the intangible pain squirming in his heart would be too great if he stopped. So he didn’t. He kept going, ran until his legs gave out. By then his heart had begun to beat so fast there wasn’t room to feel anything but alive.

The next few years saw Octavio become a daredevil, always chasing something he couldn’t put a finger on, always coming close but never quite catching it. He skateboarded until his father threw it in a trash compactor; took up BMX biking until a head injury cost him six months on bedrest; pulled pranks at his expensive high school until he was expelled for his declining behavior. When his father hired a private tutor for homeschooling (more like house arrest), he all but left his home life in the dust. He lurked along the streets in the cold dark of night, slinking by Silva Pharmaceutical buildings just to spite-spatter them in graffiti and sharpie stickers. Cops chased him. Most of the time he escaped by the scruff of his neck; but even when they caught him, he just laughed, feeling so very freed at the press of a gun in his back or cuffs too tight around his slender wrists. His father always paid bond, but Octavio rarely returned home. When he did, it was when the car was gone, the lights were off. He’d raid the fridge, steal yet another credit card, hit the road by foot.

By the time he reached young adulthood he was already bored of these lesser games. They didn’t suffice anymore, didn’t sustain the high. He joined tournaments and gauntlets just to keep moving, as if he stopped he’d sink, a quicksand he’d never return from. He could feel the loneliness and pain he tried so hard to run from seeping back into his heart once more. It was unbearable. As he passed one of the Silva facilities in a defeated journey back home, he stopped, struck with the realization he had a whole wealth of solutions in front of him.

Stims were barely the beginning - but they were a beginning. Octane couldn’t be happier.

#; I HAVEN'T FOUND MY LIMIT #(headcanon.)

[richrubies]

Set-up (Jay Park x Reader)

➳ genre: jealousy x humour

Jay knew there was no reason to be jealous.

He knew that your relationship was solid – no, not solid. If we were talking the three scientific phases, your relationship was gas. Untouchable. Yes, definitely untouchable.

So why the hell was he feeling like he was about to go and knock Sung-min out for standing so close to you.

It wasn’t as if you were wearing a skin-tight dress – no, you’d visited the set wearing a pair of black jeans and an over-sized hoodie, with your hair in a messy bun on-top of your head.

And yet, all of the crew had taken to you like bees to pollen.

Even worse, is that you’d spent a majority of your time sitting and talking with the influx of men in the room – in other words, not paying attention to Jay at all.

He couldn’t blame the guys – you were a natural beauty. You drew people in with your smile and kindness; Jay scoffed at that thought as soon as it appeared – if half of the people on the set knew how tough and crazy you were during an argument, they’d shun you without a second thought.

Jay deserved an award for being your boyfriend.

At least that’s what he told himself as he pouted from his seat, watching as you laughed happily on the other side of the room, sitting between Dean and Zico, making exaggerated hand movements while everyone laughed alongside you.

Oh, it pissed him off more than he could express.

What were you saying that was so funny?

Were you telling them about the time he accidentally walked in on your grandma getting dressed and that she hasn’t stopped hitting on him at family gatherings since?

Or about the time he went swimming and a wave dumped him so hard that he lost his swimming shorts and almost got arrested for public indecency?

The more he saw you and your group of fanboys laugh, the more suspicious he became.

Whipping out his phone, his fingers practically glided along the keyboard as he sent of a trail of messages.

The vibrating of your phone pulled your attention away from Dean who was telling the group about his recent shenanigans. Opening the messages with a frown on your face, you excused yourself from the conversation for a moment whilst you dealt to your grumbling boyfriend.

The SMTM set was lively the moment you had walked in, with set crew running around, fixing last minute issues before going live for the upcoming seventh season in a few days’ time, despite the time was nearing 1am.

You’d come to the set to bring Jay food, and to offer any assistance to the set team – after-all, you did used to work as one of the prop artists before moving on to working with YG. Your offer had kingly been rejected, which had given you time to catch up with old faces.

It had been a long time since you’d seen Sung-min and Hyuk, and even longer since you’d last hung out with Jiho, and so you leapt at the opportunity to do so.

All of the other producers and competitors had long since left after your arrival, most of them reluctant to leave after having found you on set; you were a crowd favourite with your wild humour and uplifting nature.

You re-read Jay’s message about his shoulders and frowned, looking over your shoulder to see a sullen Jay sitting in one of the prop throne chairs, one leg thrown over the arm, and the other placed on the ground. He was glaring right at your little group of friends, a cloud of jealousy storming right above him.

Oh boy.

Jay wasn’t usually a jealous man – well that wasn’t true. He was, but he denied being so, claiming it was a matter of “feeling uncomfortable with other people being too near because he was worried about your safety”. But you knew him like the back of your hand, and you knew that his pathetic reasoning was just him rambling, attempting to maintain his level-headed CEO image, even behind closed doors.

But you knew Jay. In other words, no amount of Jay’s denial would stop you from knowing the blatant truth – Park Jae-beom was a thirty-one-year old sook who didn’t like to share.

Placing your phone back in your pocket after sending your last text, you ignored the constant vibrating as you wrapped the conversation with ease by announcing that you were getting tired, and promising the men that you would visit the set often, along with ensuring that you’d all go out to dinner together soon.

As they each went their own way, muttering about how fast time had passed, and how good it had been to see you, you in-turn, walked in the direction of Jay who was still sitting in his plastic throne, looking every bit the king of your heart, that he was.

As you approached, Jay shifted so that his elbows rested on his thighs and he let out an exaggerated sound, ‘Ugh, babe, feel how stiff my shoulders are!’

Rolling your eyes, you stood behind him and gently squeezed at his shoulders and rubbed his back, cooing, ‘You must be in so much pain!’

‘Why didn’t you come earlier?’ he asked, holding back a cry of pain as you squeezed at his shoulder blades, attempting to get the fake knots out of his back.

‘You’re so tense!’ you continue to massage as Jay squirmed away from your touch.

‘It must be all of the hard work I’ve bee– YA! That hurts!’

Halting your pain-massage, you lean over his shoulder to look him in the eye, ‘Yah, were you jealous?’

‘Ha! Me? Of who? Jealous? What? No! Never!’ he blurted out quickly, ‘What’s there to be jealous of?’

Rubbing at his back to make up for the hard massage you’d just given him, knowing he’d lied about it actually being sore, you murmur, ‘Ah…so you didn’t just sit here for the last forty minutes, glaring at me and the guys?’

‘…Nope.’

‘Ah…that’s weird, because I could have sworn that you were sitting there, practically setting Hyuk on fire with your eyes. Shooting at him with laser-eyes, pew-pew,’ you tease him.

‘I don’t get jealous,’ he tells you with crossed arms and a raised nose.

You hum, causing Jay to look up at you with a mouth wide open, ‘It’s true! If you want to come to the SMTM set to see me, but spend all your time focusing on other men, then I’m completely fine with it!’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah! I’m so fine with it. It’s cool. It’s as cool as a cucumber,’ Jay rambles while you watch him with a raised eyebrow, knowing that he was feeling the complete opposite.

‘Yes, sir-ee, it’s fine by me! I mean, why waste time on your handsome and loving boyfriend when you can have a long secret discussion with a bunch of SINGLE men?’ you couldn’t get a word in as Jay muttered to himself, ‘What was so funny anyway? Stupid Zico.’

Not able to hold back your laughter at his ridiculousness any longer, you hid behind your hand as Jay looks up at you with a glare.

‘Sorry, hun, I’m not laughing at you, I swear,’ you say between giggles which only became louder the more you looked at Jay’s sulky face. He looked like a kid who wasn’t allowed to buy a toy.

‘It’s not funny!’ he defends, causing you to bark out another loud laugh while he pouted.

‘Aigoo, you’re so jealous! You’re so cute,’ you coo, holding his cheeks in the palms of your hands.

‘I’m not jealous!’ he says, adamant as he pulls you into his lap and holds you tight, his chin resting on your shoulder, ‘I’m really not!’

‘그래? Fine…You’re not jealous. That’s good, because the guys asked to meet up for dinner sometime soon.’

Jay nearly threw you out of his lap as he stood up, ‘Those jerks! They spend all night hogging my girlfriend, making her laugh and standing too close, and now they want to take you out to dinner? Ha!’ He began to laugh manically, ‘Mother-fuckers.’

He turned to you, who had been standing, watching Jay in amazement at his sudden outburst – it was the first time you’d seen him react like this; small fits, you were used too, but this was on a whole other level.

‘So? Did you agree to go?’ Jay asks while you give him a small smile and nod, despite knowing it’d only annoy him further.

‘They’re trying to steal you away from me!’

‘Yah, you idiot,’ you all but giggle as he began to pace, muttering and cursing despite the many crew members who were still on site, and in hearing distance, ‘They invited you as well!’

Jay halted almost instantly, his head moving so fast that you were sure he had given himself whiplash, ‘What?’

‘They want to do a group thing! Not just me, they want you there as well, you dork.’

‘You set me up!’ Jay accuses while you laugh freely, ‘You wanted to see if I’d react like a crazy man!’

‘That’s it…You’re banned from visiting the set,’ Jay says, his cheeks red from having lost his composure.

Laughing, you walk away from a shaken Jay, ‘Whatever, you’ll be begging me to come to the set by tomorrow, cry-baby!’

‘I’m not a cry-baby! And I wasn’t jealous!’ Jay says as he follows after you like a puppy, his hand instantly seeking yours as you walk, ‘Honestly!’

‘You’re so cute. Come on. Let’s go home, I spent so much time talking to all of the handsome judges and artists that I’ve tired myself out,’ you tease him, only to laugh as Jay yelled,

‘YOU’RE BANNED FROM THE SET! I MEAN IT!’

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[deathchasing-old]

hc: origins

As one might expect of the son of wealthy CEOs, Octavio grew up knowing he could get anything he wanted, but never got what he needed.

His parents kept a stiff and formal distance from him. They involved themselves enough to ensure a good education and an enriched upbringing, otherwise expecting everything of the child while giving nothing to indicate what those expectations entailed. Regardless, he did not get off to a good start, his grades average, his performance less than ideal, known for his tendency to get into trouble and stick his nose in places it didn’t belong.

His parents were divorced. Though his mother remained in the same company as his father, he didn’t see her often. Eventually she faded from his life. When he was much older he wouldn’t exactly blame her, considering the circumstances.

Octavio sat in the sun-warmed woodchips on the playground sometimes, watching the children play, and wondered why things felt off. Everyone seemed to have something they enjoyed. Powdered chalk on pavement; braids of grass and dandelions; digging trenches in the mud. It was all so mundane.

He was sociable enough, a sweet and friendly boy, generally enjoying the company of the other children, but he felt like a shadow, like he wasn’t all there-- and he wasn’t, not until the day in middle school when he was dared to climb the twisting, towering tree at the center of the playground. Not until he fell from its arms 20 feet to the ground, shattering his right arm and half his ribcage; his father picking him up from the medical bay, face tight, not a word as they drove home; the furious shouting that erupted after the front door closed. I don’t understand why you can’t just behave yourself. Why do you continue to embarrass this family? You make it look like you were raised by a wild animal. Have I taught you nothing? Do you understand what is at stake when you fool around like this? Disrespectful.

Disobedient.

Disappointing.

No, Octavio really hadn’t felt real until he fled from the house that day, running like the wind. He didn’t know where he was going, only that the intangible pain squirming in his heart would be too great if he stopped. So he didn’t. He kept going, ran until his legs gave out. By then his heart had begun to beat so fast there wasn’t room to feel anything but alive.

The next few years saw Octavio become a daredevil, always chasing something he couldn’t put a finger on, always coming close but never quite catching it. He skateboarded until his father threw it in a trash compactor; took up BMX biking until a head injury cost him six months on bedrest; pulled pranks at his expensive high school until he was expelled for his declining behavior. When his father hired a private tutor for homeschooling (more like house arrest), he all but left his home life in the dust. He lurked along the streets in the cold dark of night, slinking by Silva Pharmaceutical buildings just to spite-spatter them in graffiti and sharpie stickers. Cops chased him. Most of the time he escaped by the scruff of his neck; but even when they caught him, he just laughed, feeling so very freed at the press of a gun in his back or cuffs too tight around his slender wrists. His father always paid bond, but Octavio rarely returned home. When he did, it was when the car was gone, the lights were off. He’d raid the fridge, steal yet another credit card, hit the road by foot.

By the time he reached young adulthood he was already bored of these lesser games. They didn’t suffice anymore, didn’t sustain the high. He joined tournaments and gauntlets just to keep moving, as if he stopped he’d sink, a quicksand he’d never return from. He could feel the loneliness and pain he tried so hard to run from seeping back into his heart once more. It was unbearable. As he passed one of the Silva facilities in a defeated journey back home, he stopped, struck with the realization he had a whole wealth of solutions in front of him.

Stims were barely the beginning - but they were a beginning. Octane couldn’t be happier.

#; I HAVEN'T FOUND MY LIMIT #(headcanon.)

[svtbiasrekt]

NewParent!Vernon

oh mah gawd this is such a late request i am so sorry anon i hope you love it tho :’) Under keep reading since its long af

New parent!Vernon

Oh boy our boi Vernon’s gonna become a dad

You and your husband Vernon were pretty shook when you both found out you were expecting

But it wasn’t a bad shook oh no of course not

It was a super happy shook

Like vernon’s eyes widened but he had the biggest grin plastered on his handsome face

“OMG Y/N I’M GONNA BE A DAD!!!”

“Yes honey you will be a dad” you said as you playfully rolled your eyes lol

Vernon was super enthusiastic so as soon as he finished calling his family and seventeen to deliver the news he wanted to start on the nursery

You and Vernon agreed on painting the nursery a pastel baby yellow color since it was gender neutral since you didn’t know the baby’s gender yet plus it was a nice color

Soon you found out you’d be having a daughter!

And boy was hansol enthusiastic

“I’M GONNA HAVE A LITTLE GIRL!!”

You could tell he might end up spoiling her

Sigh

But aren’t dads supposed to spoil their little girls?

You’re due date was approaching very quickly

You were basically 8 ½ months long when Vernon FINALLY decided to start constructing the crib

And boy was he struggling

You were in the other room when you heard a hushed “oh shit” followed by a crashing noise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUUUI5EvylY (skip to 3:40)

You chuckled and walked (waddled) to the nursery

And there you saw a collapsed crip with a defeated Hansol next to it

“Do you need help lol?” you asked.

“YES but no i don’t want you to wear yourself out” said Vernon

Aww he’s so sweet

“Don’t worry Y/n i’ll finish this soon”

15 minutes later you heard the same hushed “oh shit” followed by a crashing noise

Oh god Vernon

Eventually he ended up calling Seungkwan to help

Seungkwan was probably the most excited out of seventeen for your new bundle of joy

As soon as Vernon told him the news he literally SCREAMED

Like the other members almost went deaf

Seungkwan even teared up a little since he was sooo happy

So anyway Boo was now at your house and was super happy cause the one and only uncle boo will have credit for helping make the crib

He asked questions like if you and vernon were ready or not and stuff

“Hell no!” laughed Vernon

This boi was pretty nervous as your due date approached

But you assured him he’ll be a good father

He still doubted himself tho :\

After like two hours of more hushed “oh shits” and sassy outbursts at the “problematic crib” the crib was finally built

“Y/N THE CRIB IS DONE!” yelled Vernon

“Yeah after like two million years ughh” whined Seungkwan

You only chuckled tho at the two bffs

Once Seungkwan left hansol became all serious

You were like what’s up?

“I couldn’t even build a crib how will I be a good father!!” asked Vernon sadly

..what

Damn he was nervous

“Hansol just because you can’t build a crib doesn’t mean you’ll be a bad father! you‘ll be the most caring and loving dad i know it.”

“You really think so?” he asked

“Of course”

“Thanksss” he said as he rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you

Aww

He was being a lil softie

Anyway your due date came along

Both of you were super nervous but excited too

And all that nervousness and excitement for nothing

You never went into labor!

“SHES LATE” you whined overdramatically

“MY GOD BABY GIRL YOU HAD US WAITING FOR NOTHIN” whined Vernon

“We might as well go to bed” you told your hubby

“Yeah i guess so” he said as he climbed into bed

As soon as you were about to get into bed you felt your water break

ARE YOU SERIOUS

RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY BED (SALAD)

“Oh mah gawd MY WATER BROKE!” you screamed

“AHHH” screamed Vernon

“Uhhh HOSPITAL?? NOW??” you yelled. You didnt mean to sound harsh tho but you were quite in labor and in need of a hospital so

Vernon scrambled to help you into the car and made sure to drive carefully to the hospital

As you were driving you remembered the hospital bad

“Hansol… you packed the hospital bag right?”

“I THINK”

Ok this boi seemed more nervous than you the hospital bag can wait

Anyways

You make it to the hospital and the pain has gotten wayyyy worse

But despite all your screaming

And death grip on vernon

He still stayed with you for 9 fucking hours of labor

As soon as you heard your baby girl cry you saw Vernon’s face relax

And you of course cried at the sound of your baby

Vernon’s eyes were filled with wonder though as he saw and heard her daughter take her first breathes

He then looked over at you overwhelmed

All he could do was mouth ‘thank you’

And then tears flooded out from his eyes as he broke out into a smile as the doctor came forward to hand you your daughter

My god was she perfect

She had your hair color and eyes

She had hansol’s nose, smile, and eyebrows

She was so cute omg

You stared at her for a while and remembered vernon probably wanted to meet his daughter too

So you carefully handed her over to him

The same guy who thought he’d be a bad father remembered to carefully hold up her head and cradled her ever so gently

You’d say he’s got this fatherhood thing all right so far.

And omg vernon was so cute with her

Like he started a whole fucking conversation with her omg

“Hi baby girl! I’m your daddy and that’s your mommy! We’re at this place called the hospital…” and so on

All while more tears streamed down his face

And when she gripped his finger with her tiny hand

It was so precious but kind of hilarious

He made this sob-like kind of noise? It was hard to describe tbh but you giggled

You two were still not quite sure what to name her

Vernon suggested that her middle name could be his mother’s name (cause you know how much he loves his mom it’s so precious)

Btw his mom’s name is Melody

And you agreed with that idea she was a nice lady and obviously Vernon loves her a lot and Melody is a nice name

“Since i picked out her middle name you can choose her first name” said Vernon with a sincere smile as he pat your little baby’s head

That was so sweet omg

You decided to name your daughter D/n because (insert reasoning)

Soon Vernon’s family arrived and were thrilled to meet D/n

His mom really liked her middle name too haha

Your family came as well

Then of course Seventeen came to visit as well!

Seungkwan in particular, however, came in BAWLING

“SHE’S SO PRECIOUS!” he whisper yelled

All of seventeen wished you both congratulations

They were so sweet and already loved D/n

The8, being the artsy photographer he is, offered to take a family photo for you two

And of course you two said yes

And my god that was such a sweet photo

The members who were already parents were like “welcome to the club bro” to vernon

He was officially part of the parent line!

Anyway you two finally got to take D/n home

You “Checked In” to the home together as a family for the first time

“I check innnnn, Chwe house” sang Vernon oh god

You just rolled your eyes playfully at him he was so goofy

It was late like past dinner time and you and Vernon already ate that hospital food which you were tired of

D/n on the other hand was wide awake

You were surprised tho you thought she would be asleep by then but nope

So you and hansol decided to give D/n a tour of the house

Vernon pretended to be the tour guide while you held D/n and followed him

“And over here is the toilet, which you’ll have to learn to use someday” said Vernon

“And finally this is your place D/n” he said motioning toward the yellow nursery

D/n was obviously too young to process all of this so she just kind of stared and squirmed

You noticed Vernon kept staring at his daughter in adoration

“Hansol?”

“Yeah” he didn’t take his eyes off her

“Wanna hold her?” you asked extending your arms toward him

“YES i mean yeah sure!”

He held her carefully and just couldn’t stop smiling omg

D/n let out a tiny yawn so you instructed Vernon to carefully place her in the crib he spent so much time working on

“But i don’t ever wanna let go of her!” whispered Hansol

I mean who could blame him

D/n was such a cute baby

But cute babies need sleep

After explaining that to him he reluctantly placed her in the crib and she fell fast asleep

You both proud parents awwed at your beautiful daughter

“C’mon Hansol lets go to bed”

You two went to sleep

Compared to other babies D/n wasn’t that bad

She only cried like twice during the night

And that was usually for feedings or diaper changes

And you and Hansol bolted out of bed to see what was wrong

You two decided that you would be in charge of feedings and Vernon would be on diaper duty

Within the first week D/n went through so many diapers and bottles omg

Also within that first week you and Hansol were so tired

It was hard raising a newborn and being first time parents

But you two worked really well with one another

When hansol had to go back to work he made sure to ask the ceo if he could leave a little earlier to check up on you and D/n

Ceo said yes thankfully!!

So when hansol would come home early you’d get an opportunity to shower and catch up on sleep while he watched D/n

“Y/n! I’m back!” he’d yell enthusiastically

You were on the couch feeding D/n who ate a lot

“Hi Hansol!” you smiled tiredly

“Lemme take over from here” he said as you passed D/n and her bottle to him

“Thank you so much honey” you smiled and kissed his cheek

“No problem!” he grinned and continued to feed D/n

You went to go shower quickly since its hard to shower when you have a newborn

Meanwhile Vernon decided to talk to his daughter

“So D/n, guess what happened at work today?”

D/n just stared at him with curious eyes

“Uncle Boo thought he could rap my super quick verse in our newest song, but he failed SO BADLY hahahaha”

He just kind of went on talking to her like she was any other person

Even tho she couldn’t understand what he was saying since she was just a week old

“Also D/n, if you have a favorite parent by now, i hope it’s your mom, because she does sooo much here for us”

By this time you had heard what he just said since you just finished showering

“She would be going to work too like me, but she’s staying home to take care of you cause she loves you so much! So don’t give her too much trouble, ok?”

You felt your heart melt omg

Because

AWW HANSOL WAS SO SWEET

And hormones too oh god

You cried a lil but you won’t admit it

So you went to bed in peace and made sure to thank your wonderful husband for his kind words

Man Hansol is such a sweet father and husband you were so thankful

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen vernon #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #seventeen parent au #seventeen new parent #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[captain-zajjy]

Solstice, Chapter 24 - A Final Fantasy XV Story

Pairing: Ignis x Female Original Character

AO3 | Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

A/N: I'm trying to get back into a better writing routine, so I hope I won't have any more weeks without posting. Sorry again for being so slooooow. :(

On her second visit to Silvia Fontaine at the EXINERIS offices, Valeria felt every bit as uncomfortable as the first. The woman had a direct, unblinking stare that made her feel like she was sitting under a magnifying glass, like every twitch, every blink was being marked and catalogued to use against her at some later date.

“So, you’ve managed to start a food bank.” Silvia’s lips quirked upward, an expression that was more menace than smile. “Even got the Hunters to do the legwork. Impressive. What I don’t appreciate is you making promises I can’t keep.”

Valeria narrowly resisted the urge to squirm in her chair. “You’re talking about the permits.”

“What exactly did you tell them?”

“That any business that donates food or other supplies will sort of be....grandfathered into whatever’s guaranteed by their permit when this is all over. Even if they close up shop in the interim.” It had been the only way to convince them to hand over the supplies the city so desperately needed. All these people still so focused on the future...Valeria could only conclude that none of them had been outside the city walls and seen what the world had been reduced to.

Silvia flexed her sharp jaw. “The law clearly states-”

“The law was clearly written for times of peace, not global crisis.” Valeria cut her off, feeling her ire rising. “The law also states that the city will be governed by a mayor, not a power company.”

Silvia narrowed her eyes at the jab, glaring at Valeria as if she could intimidate her into taking it back. But Valeria wouldn’t allow herself to be cowed by people like her, not anymore. Not after she’d seen daemons tearing men limb from limb.

After a long moment, Silvia made a grunt of irritation and pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the desk drawer, along with an ashtray and book of matches. She lit one up and inhaled deeply, not offering anything to Valeria, nor asking if she minded the smoke.

“You’re vexing,” Silvia said, exhaling smoke through her nose. “You do know that, don’t you?”

“I’ve been called a lot worse,” Valeria admitted.

“I’m sure you have,” Silvia muttered, then leaned forward in her chair. “Let me tell you about the mayor, because I know what they’re saying about me out there. It’s no secret that I couldn’t stand the woman. I certainly didn’t vote for her.” She took a long drag on her cigarette.

“Right after the darkness fell, she left to go check on the people of Old Lestallum - stupid, if you ask me, to go personally, but frankly, she never stuck me as terribly bright. After a week with no word and no sign of the fool, I took over. Someone had to.”

Somehow, I doubt you mind being in charge, Valeria thought, but she kept it to herself. “Okay,” was all she said aloud.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not trying to be some dictator, throwing out all the rules and starting some revolution.”

“Well, I don’t think living up here in this nice building is helping your image,” Valeria replied. Somehow, knowing she got under the woman’s skin, made her feel emboldened.

Silvia sucked on her cigarette, watching the tendrils of smoke spiral toward the ceiling. “What do you want me to do? No one is paying me for the all the power I’m running to keep this city safe, which means I can’t afford to pay my employees. What I can give them is a nice place to live, safe and clean, away from the crowds.” She pointed the cigarette toward Valeria. “You know as well as I do that people don’t work for free.”

Valeria wanted to tell her she was wrong, that in the worst times people banded together and lifted each other up. But she’d had far too many experiences to the contrary to argue her point with any sincerity.

“It...it’s good of you not to charge.”

“Well, thanks.” The sneer around Silvia’s words indicated she took the compliment as more condescending than genuine. She ashed the stub of her cigarette, contemplated what remained in the package, before tucking it all back away in her desk.

“Are you familiar with Fort Vaullerey?” Valeria asked.

“Of course I am,” Silvia replied. “No one liked having the Niffs so close to the city. Not that the mayor was going to do anything about it.”

“And...what about the Niffs stuck outside the city now?”

Silvia crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you getting at?”

“Relocating the refugees stuck outside the city to the Fort. Assuming we could connect it to the existing power grid,” Valeria said.

Silvia gave her another long, probing stare before speaking. “Extending the lines would take a few days of work, but it’s feasible.”

Valeria perked up. “I’m sure the Hunters could provide protection for the workers.”

“Before that, though, I’d need numbers. Measurements. Niffs can’t even be bothered to use standard light bulbs, so I have no idea what sort of load we’re talking about.”

“The Hunters-”

“No, no, no.” Silvia cut her off, wagging her index finger. “I don’t trust those idiots to add two plus two. I’m sending you.”

Valeria could have sworn the walls began to cave in as her stomach plummeted to the floor. “M-me?” Outside?

“Of course,” Silvia replied. “I know I can trust you to bring me the numbers I need, and you seem to be awfully passionate about this. You wanted a job, didn’t you?”

For a moment, Valeria thought she was going to be sick right there, all over the EXINERIS CEO’s desk. But she swallowed it - the fear, the smell of blood and death, the screams...I can’t go back there. I can’t... But she’d promised Ignis she would help. How could she explain to a man who’d faced down daemons and the Empire, literally blind, that she was too afraid?

“I’m sure the Hunters will protect you,” Silvia said. Was that a smirk on her face? She must have seen it with those hawk-like eyes of hers, seen that Valeria was terrified.

Valeria wondered if this was all part of some elaborate way of getting back at her mother. Mom... She must have been frightened too, that night in Insomnia when the Niffs came. But she hadn’t frozen or panicked. She’d fought her way through, took control, and threw herself in front of bullets so her daughter could live.

Valeria couldn’t speak; her mouth was too dry. But she looked at Silvia Fontaine and nodded.

Ignis had spent the day assisting at the food bank - which, for the moment, was functioning more as a soup kitchen than anything else - established at the former location of James’ restaurant. The man had generously donated the space, reasoning that it was functioning more as a charity anyway, and Valeria had assured him that he’d be able to reopen as a proper restaurant once the Light returned. And if EXINERIS or whomever took issue with that, Ignis had no qualms about using his relationship with the King to ensure James stayed in business.

James was the first real friend Ignis had made since moving to Lestallum, and, in truth, it was a bit of a relief to pass the time with someone who had never known him before he lost his sight. Someone who simply accepted him for what he was, who wasn’t constantly comparing him to his former, sighted self, who didn’t see him as less. Ignis could hardly blame anyone for doing these things (he himself did it all the time), but James’ friendship was a welcome change of pace.

And, more importantly, Ignis was starting to feel like more of a help than a hindrance in the kitchen. The two of them had put their heads together to concoct something palatable from the myriad supplies that had been donated, many of them on the verge of spoiling. In the end, the stew they’d come up with was perhaps neither man’s finest work, but it was tasty enough, filling, and nutrient-rich. At least, Ignis had not heard any complaints from the many hungry people they’d served.

He told Valeria as much when she’d returned that evening, after preparing a bit of weak tea for them to share (they’d decided to save his dwindling Ebony supply for special occasions). She responded in short, clipped phrases or single words, and Ignis wondered if she was even listening to him at all.

“Has something happened?” he asked, unable to bear her stoicism any longer.

“...Not yet,” Valeria replied, her leg bouncing nervously against the underside of his kitchen table.

So, he was going to have to pry it out of her. Ignis barely managed to suppress a sigh. “Would you mind elaborating?” He stopped himself from making a (poor) joke about being in the dark.

“I went to EXINERIS today,” she said.

“Ah. Were they angry about the permits?”

“Not really.” The way Valeria brushed off the question made Ignis think that wasn’t what was bothering her. “We talked about Fort Vaullerey.”

“Oh, yes,” Ignis said. “Moving the foreign refugees. Were they receptive to the idea?”

“Yeah. They, um...” He heard her take a deep breath. “They want me to go. To, uh...to go to the Fort.”

Ignis could feel the scowl forming on his face. “Whatever for?”

“To calculate the power they’d need to generate to keep the Fort running.” Her knee was practically shaking the table.

“There must be dozens of people qualified to do that. You don’t have to go.”

“She said me,” Valeria replied in a small voice. “Specifically.”

Ignis folded his arms over his chest. He wasn’t certain of the current situation at the Fort, but as he’d recently learned first-hand, any trip outside the safety of Lestallum’s walls and lights, no matter how safe it seemed, was a risk.

“They’re using you,” he growled. “Using you to do the jobs they don’t want to.”

“I know.”

Ignis hated how small she sounded, how defeated and afraid. She still hadn’t shared the details of her journey in the Darkness with him, but he knew it must have been harrowing, and had fundamentally changed her outlook on the world.

“You don’t have to do this,” Ignis asserted, desperate to find her a way out. “I know the Marshal said he needed help with EXINERIS, but you don’t have to-”

“I have to,” Valeria said, a bit of her usual fire back in her voice. “Not because of what the Marshal asked, but because...because so many people died, died before they even had a chance to...” She trailed off, voice trembling, before regaining her composure. “I can’t just sit around and play house. I have to do something. I owe it to those people, who...who didn’t make it.”

Ignis shook his head. “You don’t owe anyone anything. And you’re already doing plenty. We must have fed at least a hundred people today, and that was thanks, in large part, to you.”

“Iggy.” Valeria’s knee had ceased its violent shaking. “You’ve always helped other people. Put them before yourself. I didn’t. I - let me finish,” she said as he opened his mouth to argue.

“I did what people told me to do, what was expected of me, because I wanted their approval. That’s all. When the Niffs came, and I thought I might die, I realized my life - it was nothing. There was nothing there. I...I am Gods damned terrified, but I want to start doing things because they’re the right things to do, and not for just some...some pat on the back.”

“Well, I...” Ignis cleared his throat. The swell of admiration, of affection and pride he felt for her, threatened to knock him out of his seat. He couldn’t think of anything remotely adequate to say in response. “That is...that is quite admirable. But, you don’t want commendation for your actions, so...”

“Maybe still from you,” she said softly, almost sounding shy. “It’s not a good reason to do something, but it still feels nice.”

“Ah.” The warmth spreading through his chest felt like it was going to engulf him. The only thing he could do was turn to the practical, factual part of the subject. “Gladio will go with you. He’ll protect you.”

Ignis felt smaller, gentle fingers on the back of his hand, grabbing it and holding it tight. “Okay. But, I want you to go too. Please.”

Gods. His mind immediately conjured up a handful of memories of her round, hazel eyes, staring up at him through long lashes, imploring, making him feel like he was the only man in the world. She could look at him like that and ask for all the water from the ocean, and he would have immediately been off in search of the nearest bucket.

Ignis moistened his lips. “The Marshal, he...”

“The Marshal doesn’t really have a choice,” Valeria replied. “Not if he wants this done.”

“Well, I...” Ignis tried to straighten in his chair, regain some semblance of order in his ardor-stricken mind. “I could never let you go out there alone.” I could never say ‘no’ to someone who makes me feel like this.

That night, Ignis dreamed he was back at Noctis’s apartment in Insomnia, predictably busy in the kitchen. Steaks were sizzling in the oven as he got to work chopping potatoes - the only vegetable he could convince the Prince to consume. Noctis himself sat splayed on the couch in the living room, lazily swiping at King’s Knight on his phone.

Regarding the mound of dishes in the sink with a weary sigh, Ignis turned back toward the stove, throwing the potatoes onto the skillet. Then his own phone began to ring, buzzing insistently on the counter. Ignis frowned, feeling a stab of guilt when he saw Valeria’s name on the display as he went to silence the ringer.

But it didn’t work. The phone kept ringing and ringing, growing louder and louder, no matter what buttons he pressed. Frustration gave way to panic. I can’t, he thought. I have to look after the Prince.

A chuckle came from across the room. Ignis looked up and saw Noctis watching him, a knowing smile on his face.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Noctis asked.

Ignis glanced at the dirty dishes, the bags of trash waiting to be taken to the dumpster, the dust settling on a nearby window sill.

“But, I...”

Noctis’s chuckle turned into a laugh. “Come on, Specs. Don’t you think you’ve kept her waiting long enough?”

Ignis’s working eyelid snapped open, and the enveloping darkness told him he was awake, no longer dreaming of his lost King. Dreaming of Noctis always left him feeling unsettled, filled with a bittersweet nostalgia that left him wistfully longing for another time.

In his arms, Valeria briefly stirred, her silken hair tickling the tip of his nose. Even after Talcott had returned to the Amicitia suite, they’d continued to share his narrow bed, as innocently as that first night. Innocently, even as his body and heart yearned for more. Haven’t you kept her waiting long enough?

Noctis - or rather, Ignis’s subconscious - was correct. He’d made excuses for so long, lied to others and himself, lied until those words began to sound like the truth, and it was all because he was afraid.

Ignis tightened his grip on the hollow of her stomach, pulling Valeria’s body just a bit closer. He thought about what she had said to him hours before, about living for something more than another’s approval, and just how wrong she was about him and the way he lived his life.

That was exactly what he’d been doing, ever since he was five years old and felt obligated to do whatever he could to please the uncle who had taken him in. Then came his teachers, the Marshal, and the King - important people whose approval meant a great deal, to be certain, but maybe there really was more to life than that. In fact, the first truly selfish thing he’d done was insisting that he continue on the journey with Noctis and the rest after losing his sight; he knew others saw it as brave, even selfless, but the simple truth was that he simply would not have known what to do with himself if he were left behind. Left alone, with no duty to fulfill, and no one to commend him.

What do I want? Ignis wondered. The fact that such a question was so difficult to ask himself, let alone answer, spoke volumes.

As Valeria had ensured, the Marshal had little choice but to acquiesce to her request to allow Ignis to join the party to Fort Vaullerey. Gladiolus had taken the lead, of course, but he had more than the success of the mission to worry about - Iris had somehow managed to worm her way into coming along (being Cor’s best and favorite young pupil certainly must have helped), and although Gladio hadn’t actually said anything about it, Ignis could tell from his friend’s intermittent grumbling that he wasn’t pleased. Prompto rounded out their group; he had only returned from the Chocobo Post a few days prior, but had immediately volunteered upon learning that the purpose was to relocate and ultimately improve the lot of the Imperial refugees.

They’d stopped on the way at a rest stop the Hunters had transformed into a fortified base; Valeria had described the high fences, topped in floodlights and razor wire, as they’d pulled in, seeming to relax at how well-secured the area was. Their plan was to eat a meal and get some sleep before setting out for the Fort. After a meager supper of canned beans and vegetables, Ignis settled back in the flimsy plastic chair at the flimsy plastic table, contemplating the report they’d received from the scouting party.

All dark. As recently as a week ago, Hunters had observed the presence of Imperial soldiers at Fort Vaullerey, and though estimates on their numbers were unclear, their seeming disappearance was troubling. Perhaps even more troubling was that there was no sign of the likely culprits. They - which is to say, Professor Sania Yeager - were still working to understand daemon behavior, but it was generally theorized that they tended to linger near areas of human habitation, even after destroying all the inhabitants.

No Imperials, and no sign of daemons. Ignis knew it was too much to hope that they had all packed up and moved on, leaving Fort Vaullerey free for the taking.

Beside him, Valeria pushed out her chair and announced she was going to get more to drink. Ignis opened his mouth to offer to join her, but Iris beat him to it.

“You want more?” Valeria asked, laying a gentle hand on his wrist.

“If you don’t mind,” Ignis said.

“Not at all.” Valeria took the empty cup from him, her footsteps receding in time with Iris’s as they walked away.

After the women were out of earshot, Prompto let out a long, wistful sigh. “Maaaan, you guys are totally, like, relationship goals.”

Ignis scowled. “What in the world are you talking about?”

“You and Val,” Prompto said. “You’re like, so in sync. You even sit the same.”

Did they sit the same? Ignis had never noticed before, and now, well...it was more difficult for him to tell.

“You do,” Gladiolus said, as if he could read Ignis’s thoughts.

Not you too, Gladio. “We’ve known each other a long time,” he explained. For a reason he couldn’t quite place, talking about this with his friends made him feel flustered. “That’s all.”

“Come on, Iggy,” Prompto chided. “Just accept it, okay? You have an awesome girlfriend and I’m totally jealous.”

Ignis sighed and adjusted his sunglasses. “I suppose you’re going to believe what you want, regardless of whatever I say.”

“Yup,” Prompto replied.

“You hitting that?” Gladiolus asked, far too casually.

“Gladio!” Ignis shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Prompto laughed awkwardly. “I prefer to keep my private affairs private, thank you very much.”

“Not asking for a play-by-play,” Gladio said, undeterred by Ignis’s embarrassment. “Just saying.”

“Yeah!” Prompto said. “It’s okay to kick back a little bit, you know? Noct would want you to enjoy yourself.”

Even though he was sitting across from him, Ignis could have sworn he felt Gladiolus suddenly tense up like a coiled spring at the mention of their erstwhile king. He knew that wasn’t Prompto’s intention, so he tried to keep his response light.

“Indeed. If I’m occupied with other matters, I can’t harp on him to eat his vegetables.”

Prompto laughed at that, but Gladio remained silent and still as a rock. They were rescued by Valeria’s approaching footsteps.

“Here you go,” she said, taking Ignis by the wrist and placing his refilled cup in his hand.

“Thank you,” Ignis replied as she pulled her chair alongside him and sat down.

“What?” Valeria said, then leaned into Ignis to clarify, “He’s looking at me funny.”

“Prompto?” Ignis replied. “I believe that’s just his face.”

“Hey! Come on.”

“Where’s Iris?” Gladiolus barked out, his tone reflecting what Ignis already suspected.

“Chatting with a few of the Hunters,” Valeria replied. “Said they were her friends.”

“Uh-oh,” Prompto called out, his tone sing-songy. “Friiiends?” He elongated the word in a way that even Ignis found grating.

“Shut it,” Gladiolus snapped.

“And mind your own business,” Ignis added, not unkindly.

“So tell me,” Valeria began, obviously sensing they needed a change of subject, and probably wanting a distraction herself. “What’s the funniest thing that happened while you guys were out on the road?”

Prompto exhaled deeply. “Hmm...let’s see...Oh! Yeah. Definitely that time a chocobo stole Specs’ spectacles.”

“What?” Ignis thought Valeria turned toward him as she asked the question, and hoped his cheeks hadn’t gone too crimson.

“Yeah,” Gladiolus agreed, although he didn’t sound particularly amused. “That was pretty good.”

“Neither of you were even there!” Ignis protested. Of course Noct told them. Of course.

“Nope. But we heard you freaking out back at camp,” Prompto said.

“Pretty sure the whole Myrlwood heard him,” Gladio added.

“Oh, come now,” Ignis said, crossing his arms. “It was hardly the funniest thing to happen.” Although he could think of no good counterexamples at the moment.

“How in the world did a chocobo steal your glasses?” Valeria asked.

Damn , he thought. Must I be spared no humiliation? “I, well...I was trying to get a photo with it, if you must know. And it plucked the glasses right from my nose.”

Prompto burst out laughing. “You were trying to take a picture? Noct didn’t tell me that.”

“Yes, well, I haven’t your talent for self-photography. Clearly.” Beside Ignis, Valeria was doing a very poor job trying to conceal her own laughter - a sound he usually relished, when it wasn’t at his expense.

“What the hell were you trying to get a picture for?” Gladiolus asked.

Ignis sighed, certain he was blushing even harder than before, and he jerked his head toward Valeria. “She loves chocobos. And since the black variety are so rare...”

“Awww,” Prompto cooed while at the same time, Valeria grabbed Ignis’s arm.

“Stars, It was a black one?” she asked, her voice high. “Did you get any pictures at all?”

Ignis spread his hands as if to say to his friends, ‘Do you see what I mean?’ Aloud, he replied, “Alas, no. I was rather preoccupied trying to reclaim my spectacles.”

“I got a shot of one!” Prompto said. There was a rustling noise like he was going through his things. “Check it out.”

Valeria let out an adorable, girlish squeal. “It’s a baby chick! Gods, it’s so cute.”

“We rescued her as an egg,” Prompto said proudly. “She’s still at the Chocobo Post if you ever wanna go see for yourself.”

“How is that chick doing, Prompto?” Ignis asked, recalling Prompto’s recent visit and trying to steer the topic to something less embarrassing.

“Great! She’s got lots of friends. Not really a chick anymore, though.”

Ignis nodded appreciatively as Valeria reluctantly returned to photograph to its owner.

“I’ll make you a copy!” Prompto offered.

“I would love that,” Valeria replied. “Thank you!” I told you so, Ignis thought.

“Hey, Gladio,” Prompto ventured, apparently picking up on the larger man’s silence. “Wanna play some King’s Knight?”

“Meh.” Gladiolus grunted in indifference.

“King’s Knight?” Valeria’s phone beeped as she powered it on. “I’ll play.”

Ignis couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re in trouble now.”

“I...I am?” Prompto asked. “I mean...I like to think I’m pretty good...”

Ignis merely chuckled in response, knowing what sort of misfortune was in store for his friend.

“Give me your phone,” Valeria said to Prompto. “The reception’s pretty bad here, but I’ll set up a local network so we can play without any lag.”

“You can do that?” Prompto sounded awed.

“Sure, it’s easy. I’ll show you.”

Ignis sipped his water while the two of them walked through the process of setting up their game. A rather pleasant evening, he thought. If only Gladiolus would come around.

It wasn’t as if the rest of them didn’t miss Noctis, and terribly, too. But, they had the Glacian’s assurances that their King was safe, and it was just as Prompto said: Noct wouldn’t want them sitting around and moping on his account. He would want his friends to live happily and in full, and to do any less than that would be doing a disservice to their liege. Ignis, admittedly, was still struggling with aspects of that as well, but he was trying, at the very least.

“Alright,” Valeria said, scooting her chair so close to Ignis that she was practically on his lap. Prompto was probably swooning at that.

He heard the familiar tones of the game starting up, the ding of cards being drawn, and then Valeria’s voice was in his ear, whispering the outcome of her spread. She certainly did not need his advice, but he knew she was just trying to ensure that he was included - a small, simple gesture that meant more to him than she could ever understand.

“Hey, no fair!” Prompto cried out. “Two against one!” It would have been more fair if Ignis advised Prompto, but he’d much rather have Valeria sitting this close and whispering in his ear.

So he merely shrugged and said, “At least you’ll have an excuse when she demolishes you.”

“‘D-demolish...?’” Prompto repeated in a panicky voice.

“I’m not going to take any of your cards,” Valeria said. “Frankly, I don’t want any of your cards.”

That made Ignis laugh, but his mirth was short-lived when Gladiolus abruptly stood and muttered, “Gonna go check on Iris,” before stomping away.

“Is something wrong?” Valeria asked quietly.

Ignis shook his head. “He’s not handling Noct’s ‘absence’ well.”

“Yeah,” Prompto said, setting his phone down on the table, King’s Knight abandoned in the wake of their friend’s apparent distress. “I mean, it’s been pretty tough for all of us, but Gladio...he just kinda shuts down.”

Ignis sighed and felt Valeria’s hand on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He’d hoped with Iris and Talcott to look after, Gladiolus might be able to find some renewed sense of purpose, but Iris was proving more than capable of defending herself, and Talcott hardly needed a bodyguard to get him to and from school every day.

“But...Noctis is safe, isn’t he?” Valeria asked. “I understand missing having him around, but it’s not like you have to worry about him. Right?”

“Yeah, and he’ll be back,” Prompto said with all the certainty in the world, illustrating exactly why he was able to handle the situation much better than Gladiolus.

“I believe Gladio took the Astrals’ intervention rather personally,” Ignis explained. “And, thus far, refuses to entertain any arguments to the contrary.”

“Maybe we should talk to Iris about it,” Prompto said.

“A capital idea,” Ignis said, nodding. If anyone could reach Gladiolus, it was his cherished little sister.

“We stayed here before, with Noct,” Prompto said, wistful. “This exact spot.”

“We played King’s Knight here as well,” Ignis added. “If I recall correctly.” He’d won, of course.

“Sorry,” Valeria said, suddenly, inexplicably forlorn. “I suppose I’m a poor substitute for the King.”

Ignis frowned, confused. “No one expects you to behave as a substitute, Valeria.”

“Yeah,” Prompto said, trying to sound cheerful. “Noct is Noct, and you’re you, right?”

Sometimes (oftentimes), Ignis could barely decipher what the younger man was trying to say, but his optimistic demeanor was appreciated nonetheless.

“I dunno...” Prompto began to fidget with his phone, repeatedly knocking it on the table. “For me, at least, it’s easier when other people are around. When it’s just the three of us...” Ignis shook his head, trying to tell Prompto he didn’t have to go on. “...Yeah...” Prompto concluded.

“Let’s finish King’s Knight,” Ignis decided. He wanted to get back to that pleasant evening. Noctis would have wanted them to get back to that too. “Val went to all that trouble to set it up, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

“You just want to laugh at me when I lose.” Nonetheless, Prompto picked up his phone and Ignis heard the tune of the game booting up once more.

Ignis smirked. “Perhaps, Prompto. Perhaps.”

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Rucas Fanfic Week - Day 8 (AU #2) - The Cinderella Promise One-Shot

The Cinderella Promise (Adult Rucas AU): Cross-Posted to WattPad and FF.NET

Synopsis: Riley Matthews went to Las Vegas for her best friend and her Uncle’s joint Bachelor/Bachelorette party, but fearing that she would never find happiness she hides out in the hotel bar drinking away her sorrows. While there she meets a handsome stranger with a proposition that would change her life.

Billionaire Businessman Lucas Friar went to Vegas for a business meeting, but after being denied the CEO position at his family’s company, for being known as a player/heart-breaker, he comes up with a plan to win them over if only he find the perfect “wife” to play the part.

One year was all he asked for, once the clock strikes twelve on their one year anniversary they would go their separate ways.

But what happens with they start to fall for one another?

Chapters:  [0.5] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16]

A/N: Sexy Times Ahead…. I’m serious…. This is a little more… well they’re going to do it and it’s going to be a little hotter than what I wrote in the original story. This is for Rucas Fanfic Week 2017 because I did promise to write a one-shot one day for this story…..

This is for @katdvs in case you need a little inspiration 😉

The Cinderella Promise After the End One-shot

Cinderella and Prince Charming’s Weekend Away

Riley and Lucas have been parents for nearly a year, and they hadn’t had a moment alone since she gave birth. Between her small business, and Lucas running an empire the only time the two had to themselves was the ten minutes before they passed out from exhaustion. Riley wanted some time with her husband and was honestly thinking that maybe she needed to hand the business aspect of her cooking business to someone else so she could free up her time. So when she brought it up to Lucas he called around and set something up with his human resources department so that they could help her with the hiring process.

For some reason though, Lucas was still an enigma to her, he would disappear and reappear when he could and it bothered her. She focused on their little family and the cooking part of her company, but she was still missing her husband. Until one day she was taken to a car, after her mother had picked up Charlotte.

“What’s going on?” she asked the driver as he sped off. He ignored her and continued to drive. “Am I being kidnapped?” she asked but he handed her a note card that said the word NO.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up she was outside a large chalet surrounded by the mountains. If she was being kidnapped at least it was in style, but before she could turn around and ask the driver what was going on he sped off once again. The doors to the giant house opened as Lucas stepped outside.

“Surprise,” he said smiling at her. “I figured it would take you at least three hours to get here so I took the helicopter after work. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Riley didn’t stop to think, instead she rushed up the stairs and slammed into her husband kissing him like she needed life.  

“I like the greeting,” he smiled once she pulled away. “I’m taking a guess and saying that you like the surprise?”

“Yes,” she said smiling. “We haven’t had a moment alone in I don’t know how long.”

“Blame our daughter, she’s very needed… well that and the fact that we haven’t really asked anyone to babysit her.”

“I think we’re a little attached to our kid.”

“Well we have this whole weekend to ourselves, what do you want to do?”

Riley smiled before she took his hand and pulled him inside. “I want you, in every way I can have you.”

Lucas smiled at her and pulled her close. “That can be arranged.”

He hadn’t touched his wife like this in months, the only time he got this close was when they slept, and mostly because he was always holding her so close. Work had been hectic for the both of them and with their little girl at home, and not sleeping though the night they had been so exhausted that the only thing that they could really do was kiss and pass out.

So now that he had her in his arms he wanted all of her, they barely made it to the middle of the entryway before he pulled her in close and kissed her, slowly swiping his tongue for her lips before she let him in with a small smile. His hands roamed over her body as his had slowly moved up under the flowy dress she was wearing. He wanted to feel nothing but Riley and his mind was fogging up before he could register what he had originally planned to say to her.

He pulled away as he heard her small protest, he was smiling thinking of how lucky he was to have her. “Happy anniversary Riley,” he said before picking her up off the ground so he could take her to the bedroom. She didn’t say anything, she couldn’t because the moment his hand was on her ass he slowly pushed her panties aside and used his thumb to his advantage. She groaned at the touch, and he knew he was in for something special.

The bedroom was set up with flowers and candles everywhere, he wanted it to be romantic but Riley had started getting handsy and he wasn’t going to get anywhere if it all ended before it started. So he put her down and slowly pulled off his tie from work before using it to tie her hands to the head board.

“You can’t keep touching me like that Riley,” he said smiling at her knowing that she wanted to touch him. “I want this to last more than twenty minutes.”

“But I missed you so much,” she said protesting, while pulling at her now restrained hands. “I want to touch you.”

“And you’ll get the chance, but I want to have my way with you first.”

“Fine but this better be good.”

“Oh it will be,” he said as he pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes. “You’re going to like this a lot.”

He watched as she squirmed on the bed, all he could do was smile. Her dress was a halter dress so it was easy to take off and he thanked the heavens for strapless bras because once he pulled it off her breast stood at attention in front of his eyes, and it took all the willpower he had not to grab them and have his way. Instead he pull out a can of whipped cream from the nearby mini fridge and sprayed some on her body, covering her nipples. He couldn’t help himself before he licked one lapping it up with his tongue as he took her nipple between his teeth and smiled when he heard her gasp from the feeling.

“You okay there Riley?”

“Hmm,” was all she said as an answer just before he did the same to her other breast and caused her to pull on the binding and squirm under him.

“I’m going to have my way with you,” he said as his voice became hoarse from just touching her.

Slowly making his way down her body, he kissed her hipbone before running his tongue over the top of her panties. He could hear Riley panting above him but he didn’t stop, instead as he pulled them off he used his tongue to leave a trail down her skin, before pulling them off completely and beginning on the inside of her leg. He stopped on the inside of her thigh and kissed it softly before sucking the skin and leaving a small mark on her.

“Lucas,” she said but it barely sounded like a whisper. “Kiss me.”

“As you wish,” he said as he kissed her leg again as his finger reached inside of her. She was already wet for him and he almost came just from the feel of the inside of her heated core. He couldn’t help but groan as his erecting was straining inside of his slacks.

“Lucas……… Lucas please,” she said her voice rising as he slowly pushed his finger in and out. He had to restrain himself, he needed to but she was so ready for him and he didn’t know if he could last any longer. He kissed her while slowly stroking her from the inside, his tongue mirroring what he was doing with his hand. Slow strokes, as he used his free hand to touch her breast.

It took less than a minute after that for Riley to tighten around his fingers as she gasped into his mouth. That’s all it took for him to pull away and strip as fast as he could, he sprung his erection free and made his way back down to her. Pulling a condom out of the drawer and slipping it on as fast as he could.

“I hope you’re ready,” he whispered to her, which only caused her to nod as fast as possible. He didn’t know if he would last any longer but it had been an hour since they started and he was ready to fall apart, but he loved how she reacted to every single touch so it was worth it.

Slowly pushing inside of her, Lucas watched as Riley bit her lip hard, he kissed her on the neck hearing her sigh before making his way towards her lips and kissing her as he slowly moved inside of her. Everything began to feel hazy as he let his instincts take over, pumping in and out. He quickly untied her wrist and pulled her close, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave into the kiss. The world fell away around them, and all that was left was the feeling of the two of them joined together. He felt her orgasm as she tightened around him slowly pushing him towards his own. Riley moaned in his mouth before pulling away as he quicken his pace until they were both panting.

“That was fantastic,” Riley said once they were finished.

“I aim to please,” he said as he pulled her close.

“I feel like jelly though.”

“So do I, and since we don’t have Charlotte we can do this over and over again all weekend,” he said kissing her on the shoulder.

She hummed at him, and he could feel her falling asleep in his arms. “Lucas, did you give me a hickey on my inner thigh,” she murmured before falling asleep.

He had, and he thought about doing it again on the other leg once they got some sleep.

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