Been listening to a lot of Chappell Roan all day, especially Naked In Manhattan, and now I am thinking about the ghoulettes first time having sex together after a show 😊💙
An inch away from more than just friends
Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine
Could go to hell but we'll probably be fine
I know you want it, baby, you can have it
Oh, I've never done it, naked in Manhattan
Their first show is a whirlwind; full of excitement, nerves, shared moments of reassurance. Truthfully, it goes better than either Cirrus or Cumulus could have imagined—they both hit all of their marks, got special recognition from Copia, and bowed to the loudest applause either of them had ever heard. The crowd rings in their ears long after the show is over, all the way up until they reach the door to their hotel room.
Cirrus pulls the key from her pocket, nearly dropping the card in shaking hands. She laughs as she fumbles it a bit, but eventually she slides it in, releasing the lock. Cirrus enters the small, dingy room and holds the door open for Cumulus, who follows behind with both of their overnight bags. Cumulus flashes her a fangy smile as she passes. It makes Cirrus’ heart hammer in her chest.
The shorter ghoulette drops their bags into a random corner, turning back to Cirrus with a smile on her face.
“That was the best night ever,” she says, bouncing on her heels.
Cirrus shuts the door and sags against it, trilling contently. “It was, wasn’t it?”
Cumulus walks closer to her. “And you did so well, Cir. That keytar solo was the best you’ve ever done it!”
Cirrus blushes and laughs. “Please, you were the star. Just like a songbird with those vocals.”
Cumulus covers her face with her hands, a twin rosy blush creeping across her cheekbones. “Stop it!”
“I mean it,” Cirrus pushes. She pulls Cumulus’ hands away from her face, gently cradling them in her own. “You did great, ‘Lus.”
Cumulus stares at their joined hands, going silent. Her eyes flick back up to Cirrus, who’s looking at her with complete admiration. The shorter ghoulette can’t help the gasp that escapes her lips, suddenly taken aback. Something softens in her expression as Cirrus’ eyes search her own, caught in their own little vortex.
“Cirrus?” Cumulus whispers, unconsciously leaning closer.
“Yeah?” She almost misses the way Cirrus’ eyes flicker lower on her face; a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it movement, but perceptible with how they linger suspiciously on her mouth. Her thumbs rub little circles into Cumulus’ palms. It’s dizzying how quickly it pulls her in.
“Can I . . .?” Cumulus lets the sentence trail off, the question hanging in the air between them.
Cirrus’ heartbeat hammers in her ears. “Please,” she breathes, lunging towards Cumulus before she even finishes the word.
Cumulus pulls her against her body, slotting their mouths together easily. “Fuck,” she gasps, roaming her hands over the taller ghoulette.
“Yeah,” Cirrus moans back, already backing her towards the bed. The mattress is hard and the sheets are scratchy against her skin when they land on it, but she doesn’t care. All that matters is Cumulus’ body finally beneath hers and Lucifer does it feel right.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” Cirrus says between kisses. She wraps her hands in Cumulus’ long curly tresses, sighing as she moves to kiss along her jaw.
“Ages,” Cumulus answers for her, for herself. “Oh, ages, Cir.”
“Wanna worship this body, worship you,” she babbles, continuing her descent to her warm neck.
“Please,” Cumulus whines. She yanks Cirrus’ hand out of her hair, guiding it down to her crotch. Cirrus gasps as she rolls her hips into her hand, clothed cunt hot against her palm.
“Fuck, baby,” Cirrus groans, already sitting up to shuck her clothes. “Off, take ‘em off.”
Cumulus doesn’t think she’s ever gotten undressed faster, pulling Cirrus back on top of her as soon as the last of the fabric is yanked from her body.
“Gorgeous,” Cirrus mutters. “Absolutely beautiful.” She kisses every part of Cumulus’ skin delicately, like its something of reverence.
“Oh, your mouth, Cir. Your mouth, unholy—” Her words are cut off with a groan as Cirrus takes one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking and rolling it against her tongue. She palms the opposite breast, grinding lightly against Cumulus’ plush thigh. She’s hot and wet already against her skin. The shorter ghoulette grabs her ass with a moan, pushing her harder against her thigh.
Cirrus tosses her head back. “Yes, fuck yes.” The friction is divine against her clit, quick and dirty in all the best ways.
“Satanas, look at you, oh.” Cumulus guides her to grind harder against her thigh, just as Cirrus slips her fingers between her folds, rubbing over her clit. They moan in tandem, melting further into each other.
It’s messy and over far too quickly, but it’s perfect in ways that matter only to them.
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i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.
BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.
Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.
Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.
But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.
Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.
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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.
It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.
If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)
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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.
They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.
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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.
One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.
Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.
And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.
She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.
She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?
And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.
(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)
The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.
Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.
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