#cross posted to ao3

[knightprincess]

Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) Part 1

Words: 2.7k Warning: Implied injury - stubborn, suspicious Wolffe - Bit of fluff Pronouns Use: She/Her - (Y/N)

Everything seemed normal enough when (Y/N) arrived at the temporary military base the 104th and Master Plo had set up. The command center had the perfect tactical advantage, a view of the battlefield, but at a safe distance, it couldn't be easily attacked. A perimeter had been set up, with an airfield, ensuring all those coming and going would be safe. Next to the commander center were the barracks, mess hall, medbay, and weapons depo, all perfectly organized. 

Plo had met (Y/N) at her designated landing bay; he greeted his former padawan in a similar manner to his warm greeting to Ahsoka. Full of care, fatherly and warm. His words to follow the same and filled with gentleness and wise advice. Almost as if he knew there would be an instant coldness between his former Padawan and his trusted Commander. After all, Wolffe had made his destain almost hatred for the Children of Dathomir plain, and (Y/N) would be the first Night Sister he would truly be dealing with since Ventress had taken his eye. 

The hours after her arrival hadn't been much trouble either. Wolffe hadn't been seen, normally preoccupied with other tasks that come with being Commander. On the other hand, the other troopers had greeted her with friendliness and curiosity. Boost, Comet, and Sinket had been the first three to approach, neither of them being afraid to voice their questions or try their hand at flirting. One by one, others came by with a hello and the intention of introducing themselves; neither one acted like she was any different from the other Jedi they worked with. Instead, the one to point out her obvious Dathomirian features was the Civvi Medic assigned to the 104th; the other Wolffe seemed to avoid like the plague or growled if they had to interact. Although to be fair, the petite woman did seem to avoid the commander just as much, normally shaking with fear and likely unspoken judgment when attending to him. 

When the afternoon was slowly turning to dusk, (Y/N) left the safety of the perimeter, hoping to find a quiet area nearby to meditate; being extremely attuned to the force, the unheard voices were loud in the base, as were the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. (Y/N) clumsiness had led her to discover the unstable ground, leading to cave chasms that went down for miles; the darkness seemed to swallow everything that fell down it, even the glow sticks meant to offer light.

Making a mental note of the undesirable drop and likely death trap hidden within the endless shadows (Y/N) found a flat rocky surface to sit upon; there, she shifted until she was comfortable and began to meditate or attempt it. Within minutes of finding peaceful mindfulness, she had sensed another heading her way, navigating the minefield of unstable ground and dropping to uncertainty. Upon realizing the approaching intruder wasn't someone she recognized, she instinctively reached for her lightsabers, prepared to defend herself if needed, although she had hoped it wouldn't get that far. 

As if sensing something was off, (Y/N) opened her eyes, surveying the area in her proximity, although she did not see anything out of the ordinary. The rocks from the nearby cliff rushed down the drop from the wind left behind by the passing ships; the land around seemed to stretch for miles, and the droid army seemed to be struggling to rebuild their own commander center far into the distance. A planned surprise attack was unlikely to be on their agenda just yet.

"Careful, the ground ..." started (Y/N), finally seeing who the intruder was. Commander Wolffe. His low growls had cut off her line of thought and subsequent words. His stiff shoulders and crossed arms over his chest made it clear he wasn't in the mood to converse with her. Although it was rather obvious, he followed her. The question was whether that was entirely out of concern, suspicion, or something else. 

"You left the base," he stated, his voice direct and to the point, although void of all emotion, matching his cold demeanor.

"Well noticed," (Y/N) replied, failing to stop the sarcasm before it could fall from her lips. Although she held back the chuckle that threatened to follow it upon sensing the eye roll, Wolffe sent her from beneath his modified helmet. 

"Why?" asked the commander, although frustration and annoyance rang through his voice this time, once again suggesting he'd literally rather be anywhere but in her presence. 

"To meditate," she commented, returning the annoyance and frustration presented to her, although the Jedi Knight at least tried to keep a neutral expression, even in the face of judgment and unwarranted hostility. "I'm not fretting with the enemy, Commander. I just needed quiet; the emotions and voices can be overwhelming." 

"That's what your quarters are for," he uttered in a quick response, drawing an eye roll from (Y/N) as she climbed down from her position on the flat lump of rocks. Refusing to utter another word, she began to walk away from the Commander, further away from the base, hoping to find another quiet place to continue her meditation. A sigh quickly escaped her upon sensing Wolffe was once again following her, although this time only a few feet behind.  

"Woah!" yelled Wolffe upon the ground, cracking and giving away like thin ice the moment he stomped on it. He expected to fall helpless into the darkness, but instead, he'd stopped in mid-air, just dangling. The force someone was using the force to prevent him from falling to certain doom. Immediately, Wolffe presumed it was General Plo, the ever-caring fatherly figure. Confusion took over when Wolffe looked up to see (Y/N) trying her hardest to use her power to bring him to safety, a concentrated look painted on her features, determination mixed in. "It's cracking," called the Commander upon noticing the ground beneath her about to give way. 

But by the time his words reached her, both of them were falling. All Wolffe could do was flay his limps and yell out as the darkness swallowed him. He hit several rocks and other hard surfaces on the way down before the fall ended with a loud, wet splash into the freezing waters of an underground lake. He soon climbed out of the water, resting on the rocky bank, looking up with the hope of seeing daylight, only to be met with the unyielding darkness that seemed to go on forever. With a heavy, frustrated sigh, he began to assess the damage to his armor. The chest plate had been cracked, and a shoulder and forearm plate shattered to the point of being unless. 

Just as he was about to continue, his attention was drawn to the lightsaber lying by the rocks of the bank close by. The hilt was mainly black with silver decoration; it appeared damaged and stained with something. Just as Wolffe was about to question who it belonged to, his heart sank upon recalling the ground cracking. 

"Nightsister," called Wolffe, a prang of guilt flooding him as he regretted his refusal to learn her name. "Nightsister," he called again, pushing the fear away when no answer came. However, that sudden wave of fear grew upon noticing the lightsaber hilt was stained with blood. The realization hit him: she was injured and had been by selflessly trying to save him from the fall. Ignoring his own pain and obvious injuries, Wolffe got to wobbly feet and slowly began to shuffle forward across the bank in the hopes of seeing the Jedi who'd tried to prevent his fall. 

He hoped she was ignoring him; after all, he'd ignore someone calling him if they treated him as he'd done with her, but the more he searched, the more he called out Nightsister in an attempt to locate her. The feeling of dread gripped him. What if she wasn't ignoring him? Could she be injured? Was she even in the same part of the cave as him? Did she even fall down the chasm in the first place? 

"She's not in the cave with you, Wolffe," muttered Wolffe, his voice as cold as the lake he'd landed in. As he began to shiver, about to give up, the commander noticed something. A trail of blood, it was fresh; someone had landed there and was trying to hide, injured. "Nightsister," called Wolffe again, this time softer than before, quieter as if trying to convey he wasn't a threat despite his previous demeanor and actions. "I'm not going to hurt you," he called, realizing if she was injured, she likely believed whomever she was trapped with was trying to harm her. He'd been the same after Ventures had slashed out his eye. Even General Plo was considered an enemy in his mind. Anyone with a lightsaber had been for a short time. 

"Wolffe," came a quiet voice, no louder than a whisper. But in the quietness of the cave, it was loud enough for the Commander to hear to locate her. Hearing his name fall from her lips only made his guilt grow. She knew his name and took the time to learn it instead of calling him by his identification number or his rank of Commander. And he'd refused to learn anything about her after learning she was a Child of Dathomir. "Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice heavy with deep breaths filled with pain; she was hurt but refused to admit it. 

"Not as bad as you, Ca'tra," answered Wolffe, grimacing as he moved to sit beside her, holding her lightsaber out as if to return it. Slowly, he surveyed the extent of her injuries, almost horrified. Several joints had been dislocated, a large gash stretched across her side, and a nasty laceration now adorned the side of her head. There was little doubt she'd suffered broken bones as well. 

"Sorry about your landing," (Y/N) whispered. "It was either that or impaled on the rock spires," she added, lifting a shaky hand to point in the general direction of the spires in question. "There's a small med kit in my pack," she instructed, being thankful she'd been wise enough to have a pack ready for emergencies. Inside was a medical kit, water, ration bars, glow sticks, other forms of light, and another communicator in case the one attached to her arm was damaged. 

"Stay awake, Ca'tra," voiced Wolffe, softness beginning to take over, as was the worry and concern. In the minutes since finding her, her eyes had glazed over, and she was slowly losing consciousness. "Talk to me," he added, reaching for the pack and its scattered contents, a renewed sense of determination. She saved him twice in a matter of minutes, with little regard for her own safety or well-being. She suffered because of it. He had to repay the debt he felt he owed her. 

"Ca'tra," (Y/N) tiredly responded, confusion just about present through the pain. "What does it mean?" she asked, looking to Wolffe with glazed-over eyes, a grimace quickly flashing across her features upon pain tormenting her further. 

"Night sky," admitted Wolffe, deeming it be better to call her that than Nightsister. Especially now when he was beginning to wonder if calling her by Nightsister was offensive in some way. "I don't know your name," he added, shame washing through his whispered voice. Swearing under his breath when he dropped the contents of the medkit, his hands shaking so much from the cold. In his rushed attempt to collect all the items, he hadn't noticed (Y/N) reach for the stem cell injections. Although she did hold out the bacta gel 

"(Y/N)," she spoke in response, not arguing when the call of sleep as it became too persistent to fight, too strong to ignore. She hadn't been given the chance to say she liked the small nickname. The small kindness meant something to her, even if it didn't mean anything to Wolffe. 

"(Y/N), wake up," called Wolffe upon grabbing her shoulders to shake her. The shakes had been little more than light nudges, hoping to prevent her from falling asleep, but gotten rougher upon the Commander realizing she'd already fallen for the lure of the peaceful oblivion. "You're not getting away from me that easy, Ca'tra," he added, remembering he had the bacta gel. Upon applying a generous amount to her wounds, he turned his attention to his own and his previous task of assessing the damage to his armor. 

"Little (Y/N), Commander Wolffe," spoke the wise and welcome voice of Master Plo, concern flooding his otherwise fatherly voice. Wolffe quickly grabbed (Y/N)'s arm, puzzled by how the small communications device was still intact, let alone working. "(Y/N), Wolffe, can either of you hear me?" asked Plo, his voice fuzzy now, as if he'd moved away from the area. 

"I read you, General," spoke Wolffe, relief ringing in his own voice, mixing with his concern and pain. 

"Are you okay? Is (Y/N) with you?" questioned Plo, likely already realizing the ground had given way. Although where was the question? Once again, Wolffe focused on looking up, hoping to see some sort of light that would say how far down they were, whether from the sky so far above them or the light of a rescue ship. But again, was greeted with nothing but empty darkness. 

"We're both pretty banged up; I would have been worse off if she hadn't pushed me out the way," admitted the Commander, thankful for her selflessness but still feeling guilty. Even more so upon the realization hitting him, she'd put herself in far more danger by forcing him away from the spires and towards the freezing lake. "She's currently unconscious and needs immediate medical attention," he added with haste, once again reaching to gently shake her with the hopes she'd wake up, again being met with no response. 

"Keep the communicator on; we'll use it to track your position," stated Plo, the authority now ringing in his voice, likely to mask the growing concern and worry for his commander and former padawan. 

"Come on, Ca'tra, wake up. Help is coming," started Wolffe, finally removing his helmet and allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the glow sticks. Finally, he noticed his visor had been broken during the fall and a gash towards the bottom of the scraped helmet. "Why did you save me? Why would you risk your own life like that? I'm just a clone; only my brothers and General Plo would care if something happened to me," he mumbled, not hearing the ow to escape (Y/N)'s lips or even notice she'd barely regained consciousness. 

"Wrong. I care," she whispered with a broken voice, startling the Commander trapped with her. 

"But ... but I was cold to you ... harsh ... unfair," stammered Wolffe as he attempted to put his scrambled thoughts into words and overcome the shock; not only had she heard his words but answered with the last thing he'd expected to hear. She cared despite everything. 

"I know," replied (Y/N), trying her hardest to show her understanding. "I understand why you were quick to judge me. Fear can be cruel even to the toughest of men. I do not blame you for it. No one does. That was your way of dealing with the trauma, to ensure it wouldn't happen again," she replied, recalling her similar response to trauma as a child. She'd been incorporated into the order the same year Anakin Skywalker had joined the Jedi. She was ignored and judged with fear because of something she had no control over. 

She'd lost everything, and just when she had settled into what would be her new life. Things had gotten worse; someone had taken her from the temple and hurt her. Someone she should have been able to trust. Her rescuers had been far kinder. A pair of renowned bounty hunters, Cad Bane and Jango Fett. They saw her as the scared and broken child she was rather than the threat she'd been treated as. 

"I lost trust in the council a long time ago. Blamed myself for what happened," she breathed in response; a pained chuckle escaped her lips upon seeing the confusion written across Wolffe's bruised features. "If it wasn't for the efforts of Master Plo and a few others. I likely wouldn't be civil with the majority of them," admitted (Y/N), although refusing to relive what happened all those years ago by talking about it. Not that she could. Chancellor Palpatine had locked all files about the incident and her life before the Jedi. Reasoning it was for her own safety and to prevent what happened repeating again. 

Series Masterlist

#star wars #reader insert #reader interactive #the clone wars #jedi reader #star wars fanfiction #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x jedi reader #cross posted to quotev #cross posted to wattpad #cross posted to inkitt #cross posted to ao3 #cross posted to neobook #plo koon #star wars the clone wars

[ghouljams]

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit   Summary:

You have lived by a very simple rule while on your "last summer" vacation: the best travel recommendations come from dudes that are down bad.

or

You hook up with two guys who happen to be in the same special forces unit and they decide to take you home with them.

#Ghoul speaks #Cross posted to ao3 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #f!reader #wow Ghoul that's so fancy of you to post on a real fic site too

[cryptidtyping]

Daddy's Kitten

Diavolo x afab!reader | 3.9k words

18+ only! Minors do NOT interact!

Written as part of @mikage-rehoe 's "Yes, Daddy" collab. Check out the other entries here!

Summary: Diavolo asks you to come to the castle to help him with something. What could it be, you wonder?

No gendered pronouns or terms are used for reader, and little to no descriptions of their body (beyond the genitals, lol). Also, Y/N is not used, Reader's name is indicated by ____. This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me what you think!

Tags/Warnings: Daddy kink, light pet play, established relationship, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, multiple rounds, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, reader gets called kitten/kitty, non-consensual voyeurism, color informed consent (Dia checks in on Reader a few times), hints of aftercare, jealous lucifer, lucifer gets no bitches, two people in love fucking sloppy-style

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I require your help, darling. Please come to the castle at your earliest convenience. 

It was the weekend, so you were just lounging in your room as you scrolled on devilgram. Upon seeing your boyfriends’ text, you knew there were only a few occasions he’d require your help for- 

1) He was overwhelmed with paperwork. 

2) He was horny.

3) He missed you.

4) All the above

Replying that you’d be on your way soon, you roll out of bed and slip into some lacy lingerie that Diavolo had bought you recently. Overtop was a cute red dress that fell just above your knees, and a dab of perfume (both also bought courtesy of your lover). Deeming yourself ready, you grab your bag and head out the door. 

“____?” Called a voice that made you grimace, not that he could see it. “You look… nice. Are you heading somewhere?” 

Smoothing your expression before turning around, you reply neutrally. “Yes. Dia has invited me over.”

“I see.” Lucifer’s voice is a bit clipped at your response. The two of you had had a series of arguments over the last several weeks, ranging from ‘sub-par’ grades (you’d slipped from the number 6 spot in class to number 10 after the teachers decided to start grading you more harshly. Still, that was 10th place out of hundreds of students!) to how you referred to Diavolo ‘too informally’. 

The same Diavolo who you were dating. What, you couldn’t give your own damn boyfriend pet names? 

Lucifer had yet to apologize or explain what had crawled up his ass and died, and you were frankly tired of the shitty attitude he’d adopted after your relationship with the Prince became publicly official. (You and Diavolo had been seeing each other privately for a few months before being comfortable about being public with your relationship.) 

As the silence between you and Lucifer stretched on, you sighed in frustration. “Did you need something, Lucifer, or can I go meet my boyfriend?”

The dark-haired demon furrowed his brows in annoyance, growling out “No.”

“Excellent. I will be home either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text the group chat once I know for sure.” Just as you opened the door, Lucifer called to you again. 

“Would you-“ there was something in ruby eyes that you didn’t want to give a name to. He coughs into a gloved fist. “I mean, may I escort you to the castle?” 

An olive branch. 

Again. 

How many had Lucifer given out, only to nitpick and neg you later? The man was exhausting, and not in a fun way. 

“No,” you snip coldly, unable to stop your glare. Without giving him the chance to respond, you slam the door shut. 

In the empty entrance hall, the Avatar of Pride gave a gusty sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do?

X

“Hello, my dear,” Diavolo greets you once you enter his office, rising to give you a kiss and run his large hands down your torso. Barbatos quietly closed the door, promising to return with some tea and cookies. “You look lovely.”

You lean into his warm embrace, kissing him again. “Thank you, Dia. What do you need help with?”

Golden eyes get darker, a smirk playing about handsome features. “Now, now, kitten, that’s not my name.”

A spark of excitement bloomed in your core, lust beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you purr, running a hand through his auburn locks. “What can I do for you?”

“Good pet,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear, causing you to shiver. Thick fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress. “For now, I just require your company while I finish up some paperwork.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you press a kiss to his neck in return, delighting in the shiver it caused. Diavolo gives a playful swat to your ass, making you gasp, before he sits back down behind his desk. At his feet was a familiar plush red velvet pillow with gold tassels. Without hesitation, you slip off your shoes, place them neatly out of the way, and kneel beside him, knees cushioned by the undoubtedly expensive ‘cat bed’. 

You send a quick message to the HoL group chat that you were with Diavolo and would see them tomorrow. Then you turn your DDD off and tuck it back into your bag, excited to spend the night with the prince, uninterrupted by the needy brothers. 

A few quiet minutes pass by, with you resting your head on Diavolos’ knee and his hand petting your hair, the scratch of his pen filling the air. Barbatos comes and goes with a tea service, barely sparing your kneeling form a glance. After a moment, the prince speaks again. “I have a gift for you, pet.”

You look up at him with big eyes, head floaty- kneeling at your lovers feet so obediently always got you quickly into sub-space. “Thank you, daddy.” You murmur, rubbing your cheek on his knee in affection. “You’re always spoiling me.”

Diavolos answering chuckle is warm and husky, and you squirm a bit on your pillow as it sent heat to your core. You could feel slick seeping into your lace panties as you got more and more excited. 

“You’re so easy to spoil, my love,” he coos, patting his lap and pulling out a box. Following his wordless command, you crawl into his lap, facing him. What’s revealed to be inside the box makes you gasp. 

“Oh, my!” Inside was a fine red leather collar, the inside padded with plush black velvet. The leather was studded with rubies and diamonds, with gold hardware and a large golden bell. Attached was a metal nametag, one side engraved with Daddy’s Kitten, the other containing Diavolos’ contact information. You wiggled in excitement, lightly grinding against your lover. “It’s beautiful!” 

Diavolo pulls you into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones. It was full of heat and hunger, one of his large, tan hands encasing the back of your head while the other guided your hips to grind against his bulge. You moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his thick neck. A whine escapes you, unbidden, when he pulls away. 

Chuckling, he wiped a bit of spit off your lower lip. “My pretty kitty deserves a pretty collar, don’t they? Stand up and turn around for me, darling, let me see how it looks on you.”

“Yes, daddy,” you obey, slipping off his lap and turning, your skirt swishing teasingly about your thighs. Diavolos’ hands are careful as he slips the leather around your neck and secures it. 

“How does it feel?” He murmurs in your ear, flicking the bell so it jingles merrily. “Too tight, too loose?”

“Don’t know,” you reply coyly, glancing seductively over your shoulder. “Could you give it a few tugs, please?”

A groan rumbles through the prince’s broad chest. “Always so polite for me, hmm?” One of his fingers slips through the metal loop, giving a few pulls of varying strength, making your knees weak. “So, darling, how is it?”

“It’s perfect.” Your voice is breathless, but you are unable to catch your breath as you are suddenly bent over his desk with your dress flipped up to show your ass. 

Another appreciative groan leaves your lover as he takes in the red and gold lingerie he had bought you last week, smacking an ass cheek to watch the skin jiggle. He leans over your back, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked panties. “You’re perfect. Always so fucking pretty and perfect for daddy.”

You moan as he slaps your ass again, pushing your hips back against him. “Ngh, daddy, please!”

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?”

“Need you inside me, please daddy please-“ 

Diavolo tuts in faux disappointment. Your logical mind, which was quickly fleeing, knew he wasn’t being serious, but your sub-space addled brain hated disappointing your daddy. “But I still need to finish my work, can kitten be patient?” All the while, he still slowly ground against you. 

“Yes, yes, I can wait,” you pant, still bouncing your ass back on his cock even as you promised patience. “Anything for daddy.”

“Such a good kitty,” Diavolo coos. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately. 

Diavolo whispers you more praises as he settles you back on his lap. “Stay still, okay? Don’t distract daddy while he finishes up and he’ll get you a pretty new leash to match your collar.” Little did you know he already had the matching leash, stashed in the drawer of his bedside table. He was hoping to use it later tonight. 

“Yes, daddy, thank you!” You exclaim happily, pressing close to his chest. A warm hand rubs up and down your back, your prince working to finish quickly so he could play with you all night- or as long as you could last. 

Diavolo could feel your pussy lips throbbing on his dick through the fabric of his trousers, slowly driving him insane. That, accompanied by your sweet smell and how eagerly you wore the low-necked dress he got you, how sweetly you called his title, how easily you followed his commands- it was a miracle he managed to finish his work tonight. (Or ever, with you around.)

Thankfully, the prince possessed an iron will (that always turned into something softer with you). 

He doesn’t bother filing away the completed papers, just pushing them to the side of his desk space to place you in the middle like a beloved prize. He looked at you then, with your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with want, hair mussed up and the low neckline of your dress giving a teasing glimpse of your chest. 

You were regarding him much the same way, seeing his eyes shadowed with lust and cheeks tinted pink with excitement, broad chest heaving in his dress shirt as he looked at you. Your eyes travel down his body to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. Looking back at his eyes, you open your mouth to start begging. You needed his touch on your skin, needed his lips on your mouth, needed his thick cock stuffed in your wet cunt and you needed him now. “Daddy, please- “

Diavolo surges forward, capturing you in a fierce kiss and making you moan. Your arms and legs are around him in an instant, pulling him impossibly closer. One of his hands slips into your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before inserting two into your entrance, immediately finding and rubbing your g-spot. 

You pull from the kiss with a “Fuuuuuuck~”, exposing the column of your neck as you toss your head back, sending your collar jingling. The demon prince immediately begins sucking and biting his way down, hickeys blooming in his wake. Between each one, he moans praises and questions against your skin. 

“Such a good kitten for me, always wearing what daddy buys. Do you like being pampered? Do you like everyone knowing who owns you?”

“Yes!” You squeal as he adds another finger to your pussy and thumbs at your clit in messy circles, bucking your hips into his hand. Wet squelching begins to fill the office as you drip onto the expensive desk. “Love when daddy buys me pretty clothes, love when others know they can never have daddy, love being owned by daddy, love being good for daddy-“

Your first orgasm crashes over you suddenly, pulsing through you in waves as you wail. The fingers inside you slow down, but don’t stop, making you squirm. 

“So good, so pretty,” Diavolo pants, golden eyes flickering between the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the blissed-out expression on your face. “Color, kitten? Want to keep going?”

“Greengreen green,” you chant desperately. “Daddy, please, ‘m so wet, need your cock, please gimme your cock, please-“

Tan lips on yours interrupt your begging as the fingers are pulled out of you and leave you feeling empty. You clutch Diavolos black shirt with shaking fingers, pulling at the fabric insistently. You wanted, needed more of him, as much of him as he could give. 

“You sound so good begging daddy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d give you the three realms on a platter if it’d make you smile, my love. Now strip out of that dress, okay?”

You do so with haste, pulling it off and casting it aside. Your lover matches your speed in shucking off his own clothes, his impressive cock bobbing proudly between his legs as beads of precum dribble down the shaft. 

Laying back on the desk, you bring your knees to your shoulders and spread your legs. The thin strap of lace that covered you was shiny with slick, the matching bralette doing little to hide your pebbled nipples. “How’s this, daddy?”

“Fuck,” Diavolo swears, wanting to capture this image and hang it in his throne room, if only to show others what they could never have. Large hands push your thighs further apart. His cock jumps in interest. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt raw-“

“Please,” you whine, pouting up at him with kiss-swollen lips. 

“For you, anything.”  Your panties are slipped to the side as he rubs his member between your lower lips, collecting your juices before the fat head slipped into your entrance. 

His moan rumbled through you as he slid all the way to the base in one go. It took you only seconds to adjust to the pleasurable stretch, which is fortunate as that’s all you were given. Diavolo fucked you as though it were both the first and last time he’d ever be able to, reaching deep inside you with every fast, rough thrust. 

You loved it. You loved him. 

“Love you, love you, love you,” you babble, drunk on his cock, fingers clawing at his shoulders in bliss. 

“Yeah?” He placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper into you. His voice was gravelly and deep as he praised how well you took his cock, how wet your pussy was, how much your scratches stung, how loud you moaned his title and your adoration. His fingers quickly find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles. “Want me t’cum in your pussy? Want me t’cum nice and deep inside?”

“Yesyesyes,” you wail as the knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “Cum in me, cum with me-“

The knot snapped for you both, your heels beating pitifully against his muscles back as Diavolo spilled inside. You arch fruitlessly beneath him, moving your hips against his as much as you could to tide out your orgasm. He leans down to kiss your panting mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and allowing your legs to go relax down against the desk. For a few moments, the two of you lay there in the glory of sweaty bodies and euphoria, the air filled only with panting breaths and kisses and the faint jingling of your bell. 

Diavolo waits patiently for you to either give the go ahead, or ask to stop- if you took too long, he’d ask your color again. In the meanwhile, he was content to nip at your skin and trace his hands over your chest. 

You break the silence after you’ve caught your breath.

“… Again.” You look at your lover, your prince, your Diavolo with bright eyes and a flushed complexion. Sitting up, you caress his sharp jaw and trail kisses up it, before biting just below his ear. “Please, daddy.” You whisper as he shudders and groans above you, cock perking up inside you with interest. “Please daddy, I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re perfect,” he repeats against your neck, breathless. Slowly drawing back from you, he pulls out and watches with lust-blown pupils as his seed dropped out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss. “None of that now, kitten. Bend over for me.”

The look on your face could only be described as lovesick, body moving on its own to obey. “Yes, daddy.”

X

Lucifer looked again through his files for the data sheet showing the current budget, needing it to approve or reject various club proposals for equipment or field trips. Unfortunately, all his rifling and ruffling was for naught, and the paper remained unfound. Sighing, he leans back in his leather chair and contemplated whether or not he should go to the castle tonight to retrieve the paper that was undoubtedly hidden somewhere in Diavolo’s office.

On one hand, these proposals were the last thing he needed to get done, then he could spend tomorrow listening to his records, or playing piano, or perhaps catching up on some sleep. On the other hand, he had no desire to see you and the prince… canoodling.  

Neither you nor Diavolo were shy about public affection, with you unbearably happy to cling to Diavolo’s arm or hand or press a kiss or two to each other’s skin, laughing together about in-jokes. Lucifer hated it, hated that he waited too long in-

Never mind.

He deserved a day off tomorrow. He was getting that data sheet.

X

You were absolutely dizzy with pleasure, face pressed against lacquered mahogany as Diavolo pounded into you. A myriad of moans and whines left your mouth, accompanied by the squelching of his cock in your fucked-out pussy. Your nth orgasm ripped through you, strangled moan muffled by the wood. Diavolo groaned behind you, eyes focused on how your little hole kept swallowing him, how your ass jiggled with each thrust.

“Fuckin’ love this ass,” he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your rear. “Fuckin’ love this pussy, always takin’ me so-“ SLAP “-fuckin’-“ SLAP “-well. Can you cum for me one more time? What’s-“

“Green!” you manage to gasp out, answering his next question before he could fully voice it. Pleasured tears dripped from your eyes, pooling and mixing with the sweat and drool beneath your face. You jolt when another smack lands on your ass again, Diavolo slowly grinding his hard dick against your warm, wet walls. “Wanna be good for daddy, want him to fill me up! ~”

The world spins as you’re man-handled into a new position. Spread wide open on his lap as he sat back in his chair, back to his chest with his hands leaving bruises on your hips. “You’re so good for me,” Diavolo rumbles in your ear, forcing your hips to move in slow circles on his cock. “Are you ready, my love?”

You’re thankful for the small reprieve he gives you before you nod your head, whispering “please, please, please” as he hooks your knees over muscular forearms, wraps large hands around your waist, and bounces you.

“Fu-u-u-uck,” you moan in staccato, winding your arms around his neck and leaning further into him. The new position made Diavolo’s cock feel even bigger, and the way he had you spread out felt so lewd, as though he were showing you off to someone. The thought had you gushing around him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please-“

Your babbling was music to Diavolo’s ears as he fucked up into you each time he brought you down. One hand finds your clit yet again, rubbing tight circles on the aching bud. “Who owns this fucking pussy?” He growls, the vibrations from his chest felt throughout your smaller frame. “Who owns you?”

“You do!” you cry, knot again forming quickly in your stomach. Something felt different than the previous ones, though you couldn’t quite get your fucked-out mind to figure out why.

“And who am I, kitten?” he asks, thrusts getting sloppy as he too got close to release, eyes sparing a glance at the cracked door.

“Daddy! My daddy!” your voice cracks and warps around the pleasure, your hips doing their best to fuck down onto the sinful cock inside you. “I’m yours, I’m yours-!”

“Good kitten, good fucking kitten,” he circles his digits faster over your clit. The prince loved the way your eyes crosses, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your body holding onto him like a vice, how your nails bit into the skin at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breath hotly into his ear, looking up at him in hazy adoration. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me,” Diavolo commands lowly, briefly nipping at your neck. With just a few more circles of his fingers, you climax with a wail of his title. Your cum sprays out of you, covering his desk and going everywhere as the prince chases his own release. With a low bellow, he slams you down on his cock as it throbs and releases his thick cum inside it.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, both of you catching your breath. Diavolo murmured praises in your ear, massaging your sides and waiting for you to come back to the world. “How do you feel, darling?” He whispers. “Do you need a break?”

You nod wordlessly, taking a moment to find your words. “I’d like something to eat, please,” you say quietly, nosing at the junction between his jaw and neck. “And a massage?”

“Anything for you,” he responds, pressing a (hilariously) chaste kiss to your forehead. He stands, holding you bridal style, and walks over to the door adjoining his office to his personal chambers. “Let me lie you down and have Barbatos drop off dinner, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss to his shoulder. “We should watch a movie, too.”

“Of course,” Diavolo grins down at you, placing you on cool silk sheets. “Just a moment, alright, my love?” After another agreeing hum from you, he walks back into his office, closes the doors, and sits back at his desk.

“You needed something, Lucifer?”

X

Lucifer felt humiliated at having been discovered peeping, but it wasn’t his fault he caught you and Diavolo having sex! (Even though the dark-haired demon is the one who decided it would be a good idea to crash your date, and even though he decided to stand and watch like a filthy pervert instead of leave.) Still, he walked into the office with his head held high and resolutely ignored the erection straining at his zipper, as well as the fact the prince was naked without a care in the world. “I require the budget data sheet.”

Diavolo laughs jovially, searching through the splattered papers that remained on his desk. “Of course, of course. Sorry about that, old friend,” he smiles, but there was something unpleasant about the expression. The auburn-haired demon holds out the sheet in question and narrows his eyes. “Did you see anything you liked?”

Lucifer took the sheet with stiff fingers, ignoring the clear liquid that spotted it. “No.” he lies, even though he knows its useless- Diavolo always knew when someone was lying.

The edge in the prince’s gaze sharpened, contrasting the companionable slap he gives to the Avatar of Pride. “Good. And remember,” Diavolo guided his friend out of the room. “____ belongs to me.”

The other demon nods, walking away, intent on returning to the HoL as soon as possible. After all, he had a very busy night ahead of him, filled with fucking his fist to the memory of your voice.

#reader insert #obey me x reader smut #diavolo x reader #x reader smut #afab reader #collaboration #cryptids collabs #listen #diavolo gives off major daddy vibes #cross posted to ao3 #jealous lucifer #obey me fanfic #obey me smut #my first smut

[kenziedrawz]

Malfunction.

- A Ruikasa g/t fic - cross posted on AO3 -

fic underneath the cut. - 2,106 words

Rui quickly locked the bathroom door behind him, muttering an apology to whatever students who would want to do their business or whatever. Thankfully it was empty when he went inside, otherwise he didn't know what he'd do. He placed a collar shaped device onto the counter, how had it broken? He was sure that it worked fine this morning. So there should have been no issues! But, either way, his regulator had broken. And that was very bad, because without it he couldn't control his abilities.

His body already felt tight, he knew that he should try to calm down but he just couldn't right now.

But when did it break? Why did it break? He didn't know, but he had to fix it as soon as possible. He dug through his pockets to try and find a tool, any tool, but his rapid search turned up fruitless as he realized he left his tools on the rooftop. On the rooftop, with Tsukasa. Tsukasa, who surely must be very confused because he just bolted out of the roof top.

He felt sorry for suddenly ditching the blond with no explanation, but this was an emergency. One so grave that if he didn't fix the problem he might destroy the school, or be seen as a gigantic monster by everyone he knows. He stared down at the faulty latch of the collar, he was fucked.

Either he miraculously found a screwdriver in his pocket or he had to keep a grip on his form long enough to go back up to the roof top to get the one he left on the rooftop. And that meant he had to confront Tsukasa. But what would Tsukasa think? Would he call him a monster? Would he kick him out of Wonderlands x Showtime? Would he just simply not believe him?

God, he needed to calm down. the counter was already drifting away from him.

Unfortunately, he didn't find a screwdriver.

He was screwed.

His head hit the ceiling, reminding him of his current problem. Right, he just needs to calm down... but how could he when his secret, his very big secret, was in danger of being revealed? He just couldn't, but maybe he could keep calm enough to not destroy the bathroom? Yeah, yeah he could probably do that. He took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out slowly.

There was a knock on the door, was it a teacher? No, it was much worse. " Rui? Are you alright?" Tsukasa's voice rang from the other side of the bathroom door, concern in the blond's tone. He should have known that Tsukasa would eventually follow him, he must have seen Rui enter the bathroom. Crap, this was bad.

" I- I'm fine, Tsukasa-kun." Rui replied, quieting his voice so it would sound normal. Tsukasa must have picked up on the anxious strain in his voice as the blond didn't leave. Damn it, why was his star so stubborn?

" You don't sound fine, Rui." Tsukasa replied, Rui could just imagine Tsukasa's puffed cheeks and stern hands on hips pose. The thought made him internally chuckle, it was cute, but he still didn't shrink. " Do you need help? Can I come in?"

" No- I mean- I'm fine, I can handle this by myself." Rui hastily answered, hoping that Tsukasa would take the hint and hopefully give him some time alone to calm down. But unfortunately, He didn't hear Tsukasa walk away. Maybe Rui could retreat to the SEKAI if things got bad? No, Tsukasa could still follow him there and find out.

Wait, did he even have his phone on him? If he didn't... Well, then he was even more screwed. He couldn't call his parents or text Nene to bring him a screwdriver.

The door was opening, he forgot that this bathroom's main door was easy to get open even if it was locked. Tsukasa was going to see him, fuck, no no no no no no no-

" Rui, I'm coming in to help you whether you want my help or not!-" Tsukasa froze as he stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The blond stared up to meet Rui's panicked gaze, his amber eyes slightly widened. Rui was prepared for him to scream, to try and run away, to faint dramatically. But he really wasn't prepared for what Tsukasa actually did.

The blond took a deep breath, holding his hands in front of his face in a prayer motion before he lowered them with an exhale. " Okay, this isn't the weirdest thing I've seen." The blond muttered under his breath before looking back up at Rui. " So, how'd this happen?" Tsukasa asked.

" You... aren't afraid?" Rui asked, staring down at Tsukasa with confusion and curiosity. 

" Well, this isn't the weirdest thing I've ever seen." Tsukasa said with a shrug. " Considering that we've been stranded on an island before, and the whole world made from my feelings that exists this isn't actually the strangest thing that could have happened." He explained. Rui let out a sigh of relief, thanking whatever gods there were that Tsukasa didn't seem to be afraid of him.

Silence hung between them, whether it was comfortable or not is debatable. It was almost peaceful until Tsukasa spoke up again, inching closer to the gigantic director. " So, to restate my question from earlier, how exactly did this happen Rui?" The blond asked, staring up at the other man.

This made Rui panic a little, what would he do? would he tell Tsukasa the truth? Or would he lie to the troupe leader? Would Tsukasa be scared of him if he told him the truth? Or would he be accepting? These questions swirled in Rui's mind like an endless whirlpool of anxiety, one that only calmed when he felt Tsukasa's tiny hand brush against his knuckles. God, Tsukasa was so tiny compared to him, one wrong move could send him flying through a wall or worse.

So Rui did the best thing he thought he could do in this situation, avoid the question. 

" Nevermind that Tsukasa-kun,  I'll tell you later." Rui lied, or well, it was more of a half lie. Rui still didn't know if he wanted yo tell Rui the truth yet, he honestly hoped that the blond would forget that Rui was supposed to tell him later. " But for now, could you help me a bit?" He asked.

Tsukasa looked up at him, their height difference bigger than it had ever been before as the small blond nodded. Tsukasa's hand was still on his knuckle, hell, he'd even began stroking his knuckle as if he were petting a dog. Rui's heart fluttered at the sight and he swore that he shrunk down a bit. No, he definitely shrunk down a bit. " Rui! You're- You're shrinking now?" Tsukasa said with a surprised gasp, it must have been a significant size change then.

" It- It's a side effect." Rui lied again, the fear of Tsukasa running away ever present in his tone. He felt the urge to hold onto Tsukasa to prevent the blond from running away if he decided to, but that would make them both panic. And not to even mention how he could accidentally hurt Tsukasa. It was a bad idea all in all. He looked down again, seeing the concern in Tsukasa's eyes as the blond gazed up at him. Oh- right, and he was still caressing his knuckle ever so gently. The actions of the blond were still somehow strangely calming, as if he was a flower of lavender being held close to him. Then again Tsukasa isn't purple.

Wait. He was supposed to be doing something, right? Oh yeah, his regulator.

" Tsukasa-kun, you didn't happen to bring down any of my screwdrivers, did you?" He asked the blond, who was still much smaller than him. You wouldn't believe the sigh of relief he let out when Tsukasa nodded. " Could you hand it to me? I know that it might seem that I'd be clumsy with these large hands of mine, but I have a precise hand, fufu~" Rui smiled when Tsukasa handed him the screwdriver, he held it in his fingers for a few seconds in order to get the best possible grip on it before he plucked the collar from the counter. He eyed the latch carefully as he brought the screwdriver to it. He got to work on the latch. And if the author knew how to write about Rui fixing the latch, then they would absolutely do that, but they don't.

After Rui had fixed the latch, he stared down at the collar in his hand. He just needed to shrink down in order to put it on. But he was still nervous. So with a sigh he placed the device back onto the countertop, to Tsukasa's confusion. " Rui?" The blond asked, having found a nice spot to wait against Rui's ankle. Tsukasa had now moved from this position and had come closer to Rui himself. " Is something wrong?"

" Sorry, it's just... I won't be able to put it on unless I'm, y'know, regular sized again..." Rui explained, looking away from the blond. His attention was soon called back to Tsukasa however when he felt a tug on his cardigan, soon finding Tsukasa attempting the climb up the article of clothing. It was a cute sight to see, one that made Rui's heart swoon once more. It was like the little blond was climbing up a mountain, a mountain that could change size at any moment but still.

Soon, Tsukasa stood upon Rui's stomach, with Rui having to adjust himself slightly so Tsukasa wouldn't fall off. " Not to worry Rui! I will help you in anyway possible in order to restore your regular height!" Tsukasa proclaimed, it was a miracle that nobody had heard them. How thick were the bathroom walls anyways? Hopefully thick enough to conceal both their voices. He gave the blond boy a soft smile, already feeling a lot better.

And then he shrunk again, thus proven from a yelp by Tsukasa as the two fell to the floor. Tsukasa landed on top of the formerly gigantic director, who now only stood at around nine feet tall, almost knocking the wind out of the poor purple haired boy. " Are you alright Tsukasa-kun?" Rui asked, helping Tsukasa to a kneeling position on the ground by holding his shoulders. For a moment, Tsukasa's eyes looked like rapidly spinning yo-yo's before the blond shook his head to regain his focus.

" I'm fine!" Tsukasa replied, looking up at Rui. Rui hummed in reply, pulling the shorter in for a hug. The blond squeaked in surprise before reciprocating the cuddle semi-awkwardly before falling into it. It felt nice to be able to hold Tsukasa like this, with almost no worries. The tight feeling in his body had cooled down significantly, as it was no longer over taking each of his senses.

Of course, Rui Kamishiro can never have nice things since five seconds later he heard banging on the door. The first thought that came to his mind was to immediately hide. So he let go of the hug with Tsukasa, grabbing onto the blond's blazer pocket with one hand before instantly shrinking down enough to hide inside it. This of course, was a surprise to the blond who immediately gawked at Rui's sudden actions, of course, before Tsukasa could protest the teacher who'd been banging on the door moment's prior called out for them. Thus leaving Tsukasa to quickly scramble together a lie and hope that the teacher would believe it. Rui didn't really bother to listen to what the teacher and Tsukasa were saying, he was more focused on the comfort of Tsukasa's pocket.

It was nice, warm, and he could hear Tsukasa's heartbeat. It was also pretty dark though. He could hear Tsukasa getting scolded by the teacher for 'accidentally locking himself in the bathroom', poor Tsukasa, he'd certainly have to make it up to him later. Perhaps he could treat him some way? Take him on a date- friendly outing? Ah, right, he could only hope that Tsukasa took his regulator with him out of the bathroom as well. He could tell that by now they had left the bathroom because he could literally feel the vibrations that came with each of Tsukasa's steps. He could probably just fall asleep in here, Tsukasa wouldn't mind, right? The blond's blazer pocket simply had the downside of being too comfortable to resist the temptation. Tsukasa would probably wake him up for class...

probably.

#pjsk #project sekai #pjsk au #pjsekai #colorful stage #proseka #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #ruikasa #project sekai g/t #pjsk g/t #proseka g/t #pjsekai g/t #finally posting another fic it's been like. ages #cross posted to AO3

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Cosmic Bridges

ao3

Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters, Elle Phantom - those were the only half-ghosts in existence, all of them the result of science and the hubris of mortals. They were artificial, and it was rare enough that someone was covered in ectoplasm and got electrocuted simultaneously, so they'd stay the only three of their kind.

Steve Cosmos waltzes into Lancer's English class and reveals to the class and through them the world that half ghosts exist and could be made the good ol fashioned way that any human child is made. Now everyone gets to have their very own existential crisis while Steve enjoys a taste of "standard" public school.

Tada, welcome to the fic I promised earlier!

Chapter 1: The New Kid

“It’s fine guys, just go on ahead without me.  I can handle one giant bat, it’s fine, it’s just a big ol animal, I’ve fought those before.  Stars I’m a moron!”

Danny sighed as he capped the Fenton Thermos, wincing as the motion brought his attention to the acid burns on his arms and leg, and the ice shrapnel that littered his body.  Phasing the ice out, Danny groaned when he found the acid was not, in fact, going to just phase off of him.  Typical.

Before Danny could find the nearest water source, his ghost sense went off again.

Growling, Danny turned around.  Glowing fists raised, he prepared to blast whoever it was apart for trying to kick him while he was down.

“Whoa!  Hey there kid, are you alright?  You look like you just fought a natural disaster - this block looks like it too.  Is that acid on you?”

Danny looked the ghost in front of him up and down, trying to find any threat.  Blue skin, white eyes, white hair, and a sweater covered in lions to go with sweatpants.  Danny didn’t see any theme going on - ah, a lab coat appeared out of nothing around them, wonderful.

“It was actually Batman’s inspiration, cause no normal bat has all those extra features on it.  I think it was one of the only ghosts I’ve met that actually uses being invisible against other ghosts.  What’s it to you, though?”

“Well, I’m a doctor, so when I saw some kid in a costume looking like someone either cut him up or burned him, I thought ‘hey, maybe he needs some help’.  So, if you’ll let me?”

The doctor was holding up a cotton ball he’d pulled from his coat, and Danny arched a brow at him.  After a moment, though, he held out one of the arms burning from being eaten at by acid.

The doctor dabbed the splashed area with his cotton ball and the acid was sucked up into it.  Another few balls were applied to other areas of Danny’s splashed-over self, and he was finally free to start piecing himself back together.

He laughed and swung his arm a few times, giving the doctor a smile.

“Thanks, dude, I didn’t know there were ghost doctors outside of the Far Frozen.”

“Well dying can’t exactly keep you away from helping people forever, can it?  I’m Dr. Cosmos, and this will help you heal up faster.  Your aura’s different from most ghosts that I’ve met, though.  Are you any particular kind of ghost?”

“Oh, I’m a halfa, so I probably register as kinda weird on your ghost-dar or whatever, right?”  Danny reached for the lollipop being held out to him.

It was pulled away, a frown on Dr. Cosmos’ face.

“A halfa?  What’s that?”

“Oh, you don’t know?”

That was new.  Every ghost Danny met seemed to already know what was weird about him as soon as they met.

Danny looked around and saw that civilians were starting to fill the streets again, so he flew up higher, out of earshot of even the most perceptive humans.  Dr. Cosmos followed him up.

“I’m half-ghost, half human.  Sidney Poindexter called me a halfa and we just sorta never looked for a better word.”

“That’s adorable and it sounds like the way my kid would describe it.  Ok, this one’s not the right kind for a bridge spirit like you.  Hold on.”

Danny cocked a brow at the doctor as he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a faintly glowing lollipop, like the first one except that it was a lot more physical.  He handed it over to Danny, who accepted it easily enough, and waved.

“Well, I’ve gotta go, stuff to do and all.  You have a good day, kid, and don’t go gettin into more fights!”

“No promises!”  Danny waved at the retreating back of Dr. Cosmos before flying off to the school as fast as he could, sticking the lollipop into his mouth.  After all, if it was supposed to poison him or whatever, the doc would’ve stuck around, and Danny couldn’t sense him.

He was even feeling better already, imagine that.

Checking his phone for the time, Danny went intangible to pick up speed.  He probably wouldn’t be thinking about Dr. Cosmos any time soon.

#

The universe proved Danny wrong once more when Lancer introduced the class to a tall, bear of a boy with brown hair, sepia brown, freckled skin, and one brown eye while the other was opalescent.  Danny swore he saw some colors human eyes weren’t meant to see in the new kid’s left eye.

“Class, this is Stefanos Cosmos, an exchange student from Pittsburgh.”

“Hey there,” Steve said with a wave, smiling wide enough that everyone could see his canines were much longer and too pointy to be human.  “My last school was Three Rivers so uh I’m kinda not used to this kinda school, so if I’m weird I’m sorry about that.  Also, call me Steve!”

“What’s so different about Three Rivers?”

“Oh, it’s a Sudbury school, lookit up!  I’ve been told they’re really different from regular public schools.”

“Not a problem, Steve.”  Lancer patted the large boy on the back.  “Your classmates will be doing their best to help you adjust, I’m sure.”  No one missed the look Lancer gave them, and no one even really considered caring. 

“So why is your eye glowing?  Is that a cool contact or something?”  Dale looked interested in getting a set of his own.

“No dude, that’s just cause I’m a bridge spirit.  Wait, sorry, most people don’t know what that means.”

“Holy shit, are you a ghost?!”  

Steve held up his hands with a chuckle when everyone tensed up at that, Lancer included.  He didn’t look the least bit scared though, and his grin wasn’t all that malicious.

“Dudes, chill out.  I’m a liminal spirit, my Dad’s a ghost and my Papa’s still human.  I’m just, ya know, the fun in-between.  This is still all my flesh and blood; I’m not possessed or anything like that.”

There was an entire 2 seconds where nobody said anything at all.  

The room exploded into a chaotic cacophony of overlapping voices as everyone tried to voice their opinion at once.  Danny could pick out a few shouts of ‘that’s fuckin awesome’ and even the delighted cries of fangirls being validated in their dreams to marry Phantom - which, horrible, no thank you.

Still, things were quieter than Danny thought they should be, and when he focused, he realized that there was a layer of calmness washing over him that didn’t come from him.  He couldn’t risk the glow of his eyes to check, but he had a sneaking suspicion that was coming from Steve, who looked a bit freaked out by the explosive reaction.

Danny, personally, was having an existential crisis over the situation and he felt he had every right to have it.  He didn’t know that half-ghosts could just be born.  Sure, Elle was half-ghost from the start, but she was a clone made primarily from ectoplasm, she was more half-human than anything.

“My guys, my dudes, can y’all calm down?  I can answer questions if you want, I guess, but one at a time.  Uh, you?”

“Hi, Lester: what do you mean, exactly?  How does that even work?”

“Well, my dads wanted a kid and dad’s a ghost so his body uh changed to fit.   Can we stop talking about my parents having sex now?  Thanks.”

“So you’re saying that I do have a chance with mi amor, Phantom?  Oh, this is amazing!”

“Oh, oh hey dude do you know Phantom?”

“Yeah, have you ever met Phantom, like in the Ghost Zone?”

“Lord of the Flies, people, settle down!”

It took a few seconds for everyone to shut up, but Lancer’s glare and volume eventually reminded them all that they were in class.  Everyone was buzzing with excitement and confusion, however, and Danny could practically taste it.

Based on the way Steve licked his lips, he could actually taste the emotions in the room, which was nothing short of alarming.

“Antiguos arriba, you guys are wild!  I guess my classmates back in Pittsburg had a lot more time to get used to me, but it was never this big a thing.  Uh, I don’t know who Phantom is or what this Ghost Zone is either.  It’s a big Earth, guys, I only ever really knew the people back home and in a few places my dads took us out to for vacations, like Disney World and the Grand Canyon and - actually, my guys, the Grand Canyon has such amazing acoustics!”

“Hold us, I thought you said you’re half ghost?  How do you not know about Phantom?  Name’s Dash, by the way.”

“Sup Dash.  I dunno how to tell you this but there’s a lot of dead people, and not just humans.  I’ve met so many dinosaurs and ghost cats, though most cats can teleport anyway, they don’t have to die for that.  Unless he did something major, I doubt I’d’ve heard about him.”

“Hey dude, name’s Kwan.  Have you not ever been to like, the Ghost Zone?  I’m pretty sure that’s where the ghosts all usually are.”

Steve scrunched up his face in confusion, staring at Kwan for a long moment before snapping his fingers.

“Oh, you mean the Infinite Realms!  Dad’s been there, but I haven’t.  He said they call it the Infinite Realms or the Liminal Realm over there.  Never heard it called the Ghost Zone, that’s just dumb.”

“Are you so massive cause you’re a ghost?”

“Uh, no, actually.  Not mostly, really.  Abuela has gigantism, she’s like 7’2” I think, so I’m pretty sure this is Papa’s genetics at play.  On the other hand, if it’s a ghost thing then you’ve got Clifford the big brown dog right here.”

“Dude, how tall are you?  You should join basketball!”

“I’m like, 6’6?  I’m not really into playing sports though.  I’m more of a music guy myself.  Actually, Mr. Lancer are there any dance clubs or anything like that at the school?”

“We do, but it is the middle of the school year.  Maybe next year you can sign up.  I do believe that’s enough questions about Mr. Cosmos, class!  You are to respect his privacy and let him tell you what he will on his own time, am I understood?”

There was a chorus of “Yes Mister Lancer”s and Steve grinned.  Danny could swear he’d seen the same smile on his, Sam and Tucker’s faces before, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not yet.

“There’s a seat between Danny Fenton and Dash Baxter over there, Mr. Cosmos.  I’ll make sure you get a study guide to catch you up on where we are.”

Steven nodded and vanished from human sight.  Danny watched him, translucent in the way that only a ghost could be, walk right through people and desks, and plop himself down in his seat before reappearing to everyone else.

Despite Lancer’s best efforts, the chattering only got quieter instead of being silenced.  Danny couldn’t blame them.

#

Valerie Grey was having one hell of a month.  Last week she found out half-ghost half-human hybrids existed, and both her multi-billionaire mayoral boss and the little girl he’d sent her to hunt down were half-ghosts themselves.  She was already going through a worse existential crisis than the very discovery of ghosts and an afterlife dimension gave her - the spite and anger revolving around her ruined life had been a great distraction from the enormity of that - and wondering how a good person could enjoy the screaming agony of a boy her age who had already died.

Now there was this guy complicating things even more.

Val hadn’t even considered whether or not ghosts could reproduce, let alone with humans, and now she felt stupid for not landing at that conclusion with the half-ghost discovery in the first place and wondering where Elle’s - and by extension, Phantom’s - parents were.  According to her radar, something had split off from Steve and was wondering the school, but there was no subtle way for her to check what it was.  Asking him would require admitting that she had a ghost radar built into her nanotech ghost hunting suit that appeared whenever she called for it, and sending off a drone to track it down would mean leaving class again, and she wasn’t looking to lose any more of her education to ghost stuff if she could help it.

Nobody was actually paying attention to Lancer’s lesson though, not fully, not even the nerds.  Everyone was stealing glances at Steve, who was looking around every now and then with interest, though Val wasn’t sure it was possible for him to match everyone else’s curiosity.  She could afford to pay him as much attention as Lancer’s words.  She was listening to the lesson at least.

Other than being well over 6 feet tall and sporting one glowing eye, Steve didn’t seem all that different from the rest of them, his roaming gaze landing on Dash, Kwan, and Dale just as often as it did on Paulina and Star.  He even looked over at Valerie, winking at her with that ring of shifting, rainbow colors.  Class wasn’t much an opportunity to see what someone was like beyond the surface.  Maybe having a human dad to raise him kept the ghostly tendencies at bay?

Phantom cared plenty about his twin though, enough to go back to the torture Val had put him through for her.  The only humans he was seen around frequently were that witch girl Mourner and Jazz Fenton - the werewolf didn’t count, even if Ghouly only changed at night.  Was Phantom all that different from a regular human teenager or would any boy go around breaking the town with reckless abandon after getting superpowers?

Val’s gaze drifted from Steve to Dash, and she imagined him with even basic ghost powers.  She shuddered and thanked her lucky stars that she hadn’t ever detected Phantom in the girls’ locker room like she knew she would’ve Dash.  That boy was the last person in the world that should get invisibility, let alone intangibility or flight.

Ghosts weren’t exactly known for their subtlety in Amity Park, even that Biker boy that was constantly arguing with his girlfriend was an obvious spool while flirting with humans, so Val was sure that by the end of the day she’d have a good idea of how dangerous Steve might be.

#

When lunch rolled around, the trio sat at their usual table in the cafeteria, Sam with a salad, Tucker with a whole burger and fries, and Danny with whatever the cafeteria was trying to pass for corndogs and corn.  They really needed to get Danny some actual, proper food.

Danny and Tucker sat on one side while Sam sat on the other, facing them, and arched a brow at the expectant looks they were giving her.  Sam ate a sporkful of spinach and mushrooms, and once she finished chewing, Tucker sighed, tossing one hand in the air in frustration.

“Well, you had algebra with him, anything weird about Steve that you noticed?”

“Other than the size, the eye, and how bright the lights are around him, no.  He’s ahead of us as far as math goes, it looks like, but I only got that from him finishing the work faster than everyone and paying most of his attention to whatever jocks were in the room, especially Dash.”

Sam scowled in clear disapproval as she stabbed a tomato with her spork.

“He walked into class with Dash, whose hair was all over the place and had bruised lips.”

Danny rolled his eyes while Tucker gagged, chin in his palm.

“Guess Dash has been on his best behaviour in front of the new hotness.  Bet he thinks Steve can get him some one-on-one time with Phantom.  I think I sensed him send off a duplicate or something earlier, guess he was scoping out the school.”

Tucker nodded, adding a handful of fries to his burger before he dug into it.  Sam sneered in disgust and Tucker stuck his meat covered tongue out at her, earning a kick from Sam and an elbow from Danny.

After he swallowed, Tucker spoke up in Esperanto.

“This is fucking wild, right?  The fact that there’s a half ghost in our school and he was just fucking born that way?  Oh, Danny, you think he’s got any tips for you?”

“I mean, I guess it’d be cool if he did, but I dunno if I wanna have him anywhere near the house.  Mom and Dad do not need to find him on their own.”

Tucker’s brows furrowed as he set down the latter half of his burger.

“You don’t think they’d try to hurt him, do you?  He’s clearly human just as much as he is a ghost, more so even.”

“I think the Fentons would refuse to believe that half-ghosts can exist, conclude that he’s either overshadowed or severely contaminated, and try to rip the ghost out of him.”

“C’mon Sam, they wouldn’t do that.  Even the Grave Huntress backed out of trying to destroy Elle and helped save her when she found out she was half human.  I’m certain that Mom and Dad would accept me if I explained what happened… what I am.”

“You, their son, they might accept with just an explanation, but the Fentons are anti-ghost bigots, Danny.  They don’t care about facts and logic and evidence, just what their tradition and bias says about whoever it is they hate.”

Danny opened his mouth, brows furrowed and the air around them cold.

“Would you trust them with Elle?”

Danny ate his food, and the table was quiet for a moment.

It was then that Danny noticed the chill he associated with a ghost being nearby and followed that feeling up and around to find Steve descending from the ceiling and flipping right-side up.  Every table in the cafeteria was filled with students and everyone was too absorbed into their food or conversations to notice, save for him and Valerie.

Everyone definitely noticed when Steve split in two, then four, and kept doubling until there were 20 of him.  Each Steve sat down at a different table, next to Val, at the A-list table, with the band geeks and choir kids, and even with Danny, Sam, and Tucker.

“Sup dudes?  I’m Steve, from earlier.  I decided to split off and see all the cool people I can meet, chat with y’all while we eat.  Oh, my original body is on the roof eating the lunch papa made me.  Nice to meet you!”

Steve offered his hands to Tucker and Sam to shake, a third appearing in front of Danny.  Danny chuckled and shook, while Tucker held up his greasy palms, a finger covered in barbecue sauce.  Sam shook his hand then scooted over to invite Steve to sit with them properly.  Tupperware, lunchbox, and food tray alike rattled when he sat down, leaning forward with a grin.

“So, what do you guys like to do afterschool?  I was in show choir back home, really hoping there’s room for me in it here.  I like to dance and do a little singing.”

Tucker wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, gesturing with a french-fry.

“Tucker Foley, or TF as in Too Fine, at your service.  I’m in the robotics club, though I only really show up every now and then.  Ow, rude and uncalled for.  You see the abuse I have to put up with?”

Danny rolled his eyes, relenting in his elbowed assault on his dork of a best friend.

“Excuse him, he’s still learning how to talk to people instead of technology.  I’m Danny, Danny Fenton.  I like astronomy and I stargaze whenever I can, though Amity doesn’t exactly have the most picturesque of night skies.  Light pollution, ya know?  I like to play videogames too though.”

“Hardly the only pollution there is to deal with in this town.  Sam Manson, I have a greenhouse I tend to, and I do activist work when I can.”  

Sam pointed at Steve with her spork, eyes flicking between the boy in front of her and the one sitting with the A-listers.  “Word to the wise since you’re sizing up who to and not to hang out with: Dash Baxter, Paulina Sanchez, Star Thunder, and Kwan Ishiyama along with practically the entire football team are all bullies.”  

Steve blinked at Sam, perplexed, and Tucker swallowed down the last of his burger.

“What?”

“Yeah, the jocks are the muscleheads who go around giving wedgies, swirlies, demanding other people do their homework for them and tossing people into lockers.  Only if you’re a nerd, geek, or freak like us though, of course.”

Danny chuckled and leaned on his elbows, corndog eaten down to the bare stick and corn powered through like a champ if he did say so himself.  Steve was gawking at them, which had Danny laughing a little more.

“Can’t forget that if you accidentally piss off one of the girls, or talk back to the meatheads, or even they just fail their own tests cause they don’t learn shit, they go and find you to beat up.  Well, me, probably not you.  You’re good looking and the fun kinda weird.”

Steve frowned; teeth bared just enough to see that he had more canines than he did when he sat down.  Over at the A-list table, Sam noted that Steve stuttered in whatever their conversation was over there.

“Have they killed anyone or sent someone to the hospital?”  

Tucker snorted and shrugged.  “Not yet, no.”

Steve nodded, and his ghost eye changed, iris now a ruby red ring around his pupil.

“There’s a chance to course correct then.  I can fix em, I’m sure of it.  Don’t worry, I’m gonna see what I can do to get their general attitude all fixed up.”

Sam snorted and rolled her eyes, but Steve only looked more determined.

“I’m serious!  I just gotta talk to em and I’ll figure it out from there.  Now, what do you guys actually wanna talk about?  Oh, hey, favorite animal?”

The boys looked at each other and decided to take the olive branch for what it was.

“I like dogs.  Always wanted one but my parents said no.”

“I for one prefer jackals.  They’re just really cool, ya know?”

“Snakes or tarantulas, I can never decide.  My parents wouldn’t let me get either.”

“Ancients, I wanted a snake so bad when I was younger, I asked my dads just about every day for a month for a pet snake.”

#Danny Phantom #Rexy Writes #Fanfiction #Danny Fenton #Jason Cosmos #Stefanos 'Steve' Cosmos #Valerie Gray #Tucker Foley #Sam Manson #Original Characters #fanfic #fic #phanfiction #phanfic #fanphiction #fanphic #phanphiction #phanphic #phic #cross posted to ao3 #WIP

[count-thotticus]

you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece

Itachi Uchiha / GN Reader

Rating: G 

Words: 1,090

Tags: Hurt no comfort, angst, goodbyes, first kiss, forehead touching, songfic

Summary: Eight years after the Uchiha Massacre, you wake to find Itachi in your room. 

Based on: Colors (stripped) - Halsey

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41775537

“Itachi, wait.”

He pauses, but doesn’t turn. You weren’t sure what you wanted to say, but you knew you had to say something. This wasn’t the Itachi you knew. This wasn’t your Itachi.

“Before you leave, will you please just tell me why? Why did you join the Akatsuki? Why did you leave the Leaf? Why did you leave me?” Your voice cracks on the last word as you feel tears prick at your eyes. He stiffens but still doesn’t turn. “What happened to you, Itachi?”

You see his head incline ever so slightly and he responds, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then help me understand! Please Itachi. I want to understand.” Your eyes were wet but you clenched your jaw to prevent them from spilling over. It wasn’t so much sadness that you felt as it was the tearing open of old wounds caused by his betrayal.

It just wasn’t like him.

You remembered when you were both freshly jonin and you had been inseparable. From your academy years, to your genin teams, to ANBU missions, you were always together. He seemed perfect: he was kind and polite, intelligent, had a strong sense of duty, and was incredibly handsome. He was the type of person to bring your mother flowers and help your father when he needed it, even when you were just kids. His family liked you, with even Fugaku Uchiha nodding his head in approval when Itachi had first introduced you as his comrade and friend. A part of you hoped that you’d grow old together.

It was perfect.

Until that night.

The night he had inexplicably massacred his entire clan. The night he fled the village and joined the Akatsuki. The night you lost him. You’d been questioned by the Hokage and your fellow ANBU, but you were in complete shock. He hadn’t acted differently or said anything or alluded to it at all. There was no way Itachi had done this. It had to be some kind of mistake, or sick joke, or fever dream, or, or…

But then he was declared a rogue nin and he was gone.

You tried to move on. You really did. It started with throwing yourself into your work and taking any available mission that came your way. You told yourself it was so you could make enough money to support yourself and your family, but inside you knew it was so you wouldn’t have time to think of him. Years passed and you told yourself you’d forget about him and never look back.

And you had.

Yet here you stood, staring at his back shrouded in black and red clouds, trying to tell yourself that this wasn’t happening. That this wasn’t real. That he wasn’t real.

Your delusion broke when he finally turned around and approached you. The Itachi you knew was full of light and color, radiating serenity with each smile, but the man that faced you now was pale, detached, and impassive. He was still as beautiful as you remembered, though now it was as if he were carved from stone rather than a beautifully painted masterpiece.

Realizing he wouldn’t answer your questions from before, you tried another approach. “Stay here with me. At least for a little while. Please. We can talk about this.” Your heart breaks and the first round of tears finally falls as he breaks eye contact in a way you recognize as remorse. A moment passes. “Sasuke still loves you.” His eyes darted back up to yours. “He won’t admit it, but I can see it in the way he trains, in his passion for finding you. He may say he hates you, but I know there’s a part of him that just can’t hate his brother.”

Itachi sighed and looked away again. “He never was very good at hiding his emotions.” The early dawn sunlight began to peek through the window to illuminate his face and, so briefly you thought perhaps you’d imagined it, you saw a spark of his past self illuminate as his eyes met yours. “Thank you for keeping an eye on him in my absence.”

You cautiously reached out to move his hair out of his face and felt how clammy his skin was. “Itachi, what happened to you?”

Taking a better look at him, you realized how worn down he looked. His breathing was labored, his skin pale and clammy, and his eyes exhausted. He turned to cough and you saw fresh blood on his sleeve.

“Itachi,” you tried again, concern filling your voice as you realized how sick he was. “Please stay. We can talk to the Hokage and get you treatment or- or I could leave with you,” you begged with an obvious hitch in your voice. “Please. We can leave now and-”

“No,” he cut you off. “Y/n, your place is here in the Leaf.”

“You’ll die if you continue on like this,” you pleaded.

“I know.” He stared at you for a long minute, as if memorizing your form. There was such sadness and devotion in his gaze, you almost wanted to look away but you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. “I just wanted to see you one last time.”

His left hand came up to gently grip your jaw and he leaned in until his lips pressed to yours. For a moment, you were too in shock to respond, but as he started to pull away you gathered yourself enough to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and return the kiss. His lips were soft against yours and you could taste the salt from your teardrops, but you’d dreamed of kissing him for so long that it didn’t matter. Itachi pulled back first and rested his forehead against yours, your breath mingling in the air between you. His hands moved to hold your head on either side and stroke your hair.

So quietly you almost missed it, he whispered, “I love you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to say it.”

Another wave of tears fell when you blinked up at him. Your throat was closed too tightly to say anything back, but you hoped your expression conveyed your love as well as your grief at losing him a second time. His eyes were soft and his lips curved up ever so slightly; he radiated peace and contentment as though he had fulfilled his final wish. He placed another chaste kiss to your forehead and then, just like before, he was gone.

#made myself sad writing this #my writing #count thot writes #uchiha itachi/reader #itachi uchiha/reader #itachi/reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #naruto #naruto fanfiction #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #cross posted to ao3

[nancygillianmvp]

mothers always know

1,416 words. rated t. summary: Andrea supports TK through his grief during wedding planning.

As a child, TK Strand struggled with his parent’s divorce. The family he’d always known coming apart during a time when the once safe world he knew had been thrown into utter turmoil in the fallout from 9/11 was a lot for an eight-year-old to handle. 

Knowing how much her son was struggling with the new family dynamics and changing world he was facing, Gwyneth appointed TK chief planner of her wedding to her new partner, Enzo. He’d sit on the floor as she covered the coffee table of her Brooklyn apartment with flower samples, bridal magazines and fabric swatches, and he’d mark down notes in a binder of her choices.

While he relished the job of cake taster, he didn’t find the same joy in choosing flowers or put the same importance on deciding between all the different but alike swatches for the bridesmaids' gowns as his mother did.

“You’ll understand one day. When we’re planning your wedding, you’ll spend two hours deciding between three near-identical shades of blue, too, Tyler.” 

And it’s not until he’s here in Andrea’s dining room pouring over colour swatches—for what he can’t quite remember, he thinks maybe for pocket squares, but he’s not certain—with Carlos and his soon-to-be mother-in-law that he realises. Oh . He can’t tell her he understands now. He doesn’t get to share this with his mom.

read more on ao3

#9-1-1 Lone Star fic #911ls fic #established carlos reyes/tk strand #tarlos fic #9-1-1 Lone Star #911ls #911 lone star #my writing #my fic #cross posted to ao3 #carlos reyes #tk strand #ao3 #crossposted #tarlos fanfiction #andrea reyes & tk strand #Grief/Mourning #Emotional Hurt/Comfort #Mother-Son Relationship #Wedding Planning #Engaged Carlos Reyes/TK Strand #Loss of a Parent

[cola-consumer71119]

MattEdd smut

Matt had Edd pinned to the wall while he desperately begged for Matt to fuck him. “Now, hold on, Eddie boy, patience~” he smirked at the green clad man. “Please, Matt, please!” Edd continued to beg. “Nuh uh uh, who am I to you~?” Matt asked, smiling sweetly. “Sir..! Sorry, sir.!” Edd yelped. “That’s right, sweetheart.” Matt smiled at him as he shifted his hands so that Edd’s wrists were being held to the wall in one hand and the other could do whatever to Edd. “Go on, mon amour, what is it that you want me to do to you~?” He looked into Edd’s eyes and all Edd could do was whimper and let out a breathy “please-“ in response. “Come on, sweet boy, tell me what it is that you want~.” Matt urged Edd on. “P-please, sir, please f-fuck me, please I’ve been good!” Edd begged, moaning the words out slightly. “Aww, look at you, a begging, flustered mess. What a good boy~!” Matt fawned. “S-sir, please please I need it!” Edd continued to beg. “Aww, don’t worry, loverboy, I’ll give you exactly what you need~!” He said, pulling out a bottle of lube before helping Edd get undressed and then himself. Edd attempted to grab his throbbing cock but Matt grabbed his wrists and held him down to prevent him doing so. “Nuh uh uh, only I get do that, mon amor~” All Edd could do was whimper and buck his hips upwards in response. “Good boy.” Matt said, looking him dead in the eyes before popping open the tube of lube. “You’re not gonna be able to walk for ages, loverboy.”

#cross posted to ao3 #eddsworld #mattedd smut #eddmatt #eddmatt smut #i wrote this instead of sleeping #first smut

[the-alice-of-hearts]

Used as Bait: (one day I’ll actually title these)

And another from @boldlyanxious for my @badthingshappenbingo card:

“No, nuh uh, absolutely not.” Adrien glared at her. “You are not using yourself as bait again.”

“Why not?” Marinette asked calmly.

“Mari, this is a serial killer we’re talking about!” Alya shouted.

“Yes, I know who I’m talking about.” She looked at Nino. “What do you think?”

Nino raised an eyebrow. “I think that it’s just as crazy as all your other plans.”

“See!” Marinette and Adrien yelled at the same time.

“No, Nino is right, it’s the same level of crazy, and I’ve come out alive every other time. Besides, I won’t be alone.” She looked towards the door. “I have one of Gotham’s heroes, who will be with me all night.”

Alya grabbed her hand. “Mari, I love you, but you can’t expect me to trust a crime lord to have your back, I don’t care what the Bat says.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine Alya, you guys are a call away.”

Adrien sighed. “Fine, but communicator on at all times, and Mullo is divided, one here with us one with you.”

“I accept the terms,” she said with a little laugh. “Now, I have to go, Hood will be here soon.”

---

“Bait…” Dick stared at Jason intently. “You’re letting her use herself as bait.”

Jason shrugged. “It’s Pixie Pop’s plan, I’m just there to be an imposing figure.”

“But, but, but!” Dick stuttered out in exasperation.”

“But what dickhead, use your big boy words.”

Dick glared at him. “She’s basically a civilian!”

“No she’s not.” Jason smirked.

Dick chuffed him upside the head. “Okay, just because she’s really good at parkour and you think it’s hot when she does arial training at the gym doesn’t mean that she isn’t a civilian.”

“Dickie bird, you ain’t seen nothing.” Jason laughed and started to head out the door. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a girl to pick up and an asshole to put behind bars.”

“I’m following you!” Dick yelled and Jason could hear him scrambling to get into his Nightwing suit.

“Whatever jackass,” Jason called back to him. “But we really don’t need you.”

---

Marinette smiled when Jason came over to pick her up in a hug.

“Dick is following me,” he whispered in her ear.

“You got that kitty?” she whispered.

“Loud and clear LB, I’ll suit up and head that way.” Adrien sounded far too excited about this.

She looked up at Jason and smiled. “A little bird is about to play a game with a cat.”

“Good, teach him not to interfere.” Jason pulled her close into his side. “You’re gorgeous by the way.”

Marinette smiled, she was wearing a black mini dress paired with red leggings and a red crossbody purse. “Let’s go already. We have an approximate location, I look like one of his usual targets, and I am ready to take down a killer.”

“At the lady’s command.” Jason motioned her forward. “But I’m driving.”

#fandom: maribat #prompt: used as bait #maribat fics #maribat #jasonette #not sure what else to tag #cross posted to ao3 #fandom: batman #fandom: miraculous ladybug

[snarky-badger]

It All Started With A Barfight Blitz - Chapter 3

Moodboard by @praise-kink-anon​

Chapter 3

Nihlus Kryik x Female OC

Wedding plans are made, and a date begins.

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It was much later, after everything had been cleaned up and Kesia had showed up to bartend for the night, and My'liya and Ajana had left with the promise to return in the morning, that Lena managed to get some time to herself to think.

She'd gotten herself a couple of shots of Earth maple whiskey and claimed a table near the bar, keeping an eye on Kesia in case the asari needed help with the evening rush - at least until Dessius showed up to pick up the slack.

Lena would have to remember to give them both a nice bonus for coming in on such short notice like they had.

Finally being able to sit down felt wonderful, and she sighed as she leaned back in the high backed booth, setting both drinks onto the table. C-Sec had come and gone, Rkar helping them along with a few krogan 'death glares', and now, after finishing up the cleaning, she was tired, and fighting another headache.

Sighing, she reached for one of her drinks, groaning when it was snatched out from under her hand by Rkar as he joined her, claiming the seat across from her.

He downed the shot with a grimace. "Ugh. How can you drink this sugary stuff? Blech."

"I like the sweet stuff," Lena muttered, grabbing her other drink and holding it close, out of the krogan's reach.

"So. A Spectre, huh?"

Fuck. "I didn't know. He didn't tell me. It isn't going to happen. Fuck off."

He ignored the swearing. "You humans. Can't smell anything can you? That idiot was practically telling everyone with a nose that he's interested in you. More than just the usual turian lay."

Groaning, Lena tossed back her shot, enjoying the burn as it went down her throat. "Rkar, are you seriously sitting there trying to set me up with someone? Because last time I brought someone home, you threatened to rip out their heart and make them watch you eat it while they died."

"That guy was an idiot."

"Everyone I date is an idiot to you."

"Meh."

She sighed. "I don't want to be another one-night stand."

"One night stands are fun."

"For you maybe. I'm tired of waking up alone."

The krogan narrowed his eyes at her a little. "Then don't."

"It's not that easy," Lena protested softly, voice pained. "I'm not a battle-hardened Krogan or a goddamn Spectre. I'm just some human bartender. I'm not special, Rkar. I'm just--"

"That's varren-shit and you know it," he snapped, cutting her off as he leaned forward and reached across the table to jab her in the shoulder with one massive finger. "I helped raise you. I know what you're capable of. I hear you call yourself 'nothing special' again and I'll headbutt you. Knock some thrice-damned sense into you."

She sighed again, shaking her head tiredly. "You don't get it."

"I can't get my head that far up my ass."

"Rkar, you suck at giving pep talks."

"Meh." When she didn't say anything for a long moment, merely stared down into her empty shot glass, he sighed. He hated dealing with emotional crap. "Look, you like him, yeah? Never seen anyone make you blush like that before. Worst comes to worse and he's some asshole, I'll spread his guts across the Citadel for you. Otherwise, hell, you haven't done shit except sleep and tend the bar in months. So grow a quad, go to lunch with the spiky bastard, and see what happens."

Lena blinked at him in surprise, then leaned back in her seat with a tired smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "...thanks."

"Don't ever mention it," he growled, though there was no real anger to his tone. "Now fuck off and go home. Those two crazy asari will be here in the morning, and you look like shit."

Shaking her head at his gruffness, Lena got to her feet, then gathered up the two shot glasses, pausing to lean close and press a kiss to his leathery cheek. "Thanks 'dad'."

Rkar pretended to glower at her in complete contrast to the fond little smile on his face. "Oh, fuck off."

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~*~

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Late next morning, Lena arrived at the bar a good twenty minutes before the meeting with the two asari, dressed in the nicest clothes she owned - a blue pantsuit with a iridescent sleeveless blouse under the blazer. She knew the Presidium was more... hoity toity, for lack of a better term, and didn't want to show up in her bar outfit - Nihlus was a Spectre for God's sake. She didn't want to make him look bad by dressing like a slob.

Huffing a breath to blow some errant hair out of her face, Lena used her omni tool to unlock the bar's front doors, then headed in, using the interface in her omni to turn on all the lights. It was far too early to open for business, so it would afford her guests with privacy while they talked about Lena taking care of the bartending at their Bonding Ceremony.

She hummed a song under her breath as she headed for the office, engaging more lights as she went. A quick glance in a mirror had her fixing her hair, using her fingers to comb through the brown locks on the left side of her head. The fade on the right, she'd redone the night before, just so she'd look presentable. It wasn't a perfect look, but it was better than the alternative.

God, there she was, primping herself like a giddy teenager ready for a date. Her grandfather would have laughed to see her like that.

Shaking her head, Lena headed deeper into the office, plopping down at the desk and activating the terminal there with her passcode. Her accountant, Koran, a particularly shrewd Volus with an attitude, would probably have kittens when he found out she might be bartending a wedding.

Oh, he'd probably say that it would be good for business in the future, but the huge endeavour would take a toll on her bank account and her suppliers.

Because if there was one thing that Lena knew, it was that My'liya liked to party.

She managed to send a message to Koran just as her omni pinged, Ajana letting her know that they were five minutes out. They were early, Lena mused as she shut down the terminal and grabbed a data pad, pausing to fiddle with her hair again before striding out of the office.

Another ping on her omni had her heading for the main doors, unlocking them and allowing My'liya and Ajana in, though Lena winced when My'liya caught sight of her, a sort of unholy, mischevious, light brightening her eyes.

"Aren't you all pretty today! What's the occasion?"

Lena glowered at her. "I have a date."

"A date!" she said innocently. "Oh, I hope it's with that handsome Spectre!"

"Liya," Ajana sighed. "Don't meddle."

"I'm not meddling love, I'm congratulating! He's a catch! Oh! Lena, do you want tips? If he kisses you again, there's a soft patch of skin under his fringe. Rub that and it'll drive him wild!"

She felt her face heat at the implications. "Thanks? I think?"

"And if you... wait." The asari squinted at her curiously. "You're not dextro allergic are you?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Oh good! That's much more fun!"

Ajana shook her head with a fond little smile, then curled her arm around a frazzled Lena's shoulders and guided her deeper into the bar. "Don't listen to her. The only thing you need to do is stay calm and be yourself, alright? Trust me, he was interested."

"--wait until he uses that tongue--"

"Liya, I love you deeply, but enough," Ajana frowned. "She's nervous enough as it is! Now, we're here to talk about our Bonding Ceremony, not make her anxious. So, come sit, love, and let's do just that."

Thank the Gods for Ajana. Because My'liya had Lena's thoughts going right into the gutter and that wasn't helping at all.

Huffing, My'liya followed them over to a booth. "Oh, you know I didn't mean anything by it. Lena, I just want you to be happy. You've been isolating yourself since your grandfather died, don't think none of us noticed. It'll be good for you to get out."

The mention of her grandfather was like a bucket of cold water crashing over her. "I just... The bar meant a lot to him. I don't want to let him down."

Ajana gave her a little hug. "He'd want you to be happy first and foremost, child. He'd want you to live not stagnate. Where's the Spectre taking you?"

"The Presidium. Nihlus - that's his name - he says there's a levo/dextro restaurant there."

"Oh, I've been there. Tevos likes the noodle dishes there," My'liya nodded, blinking when Lena frowned at her. "What?"

"And when were you going to tell me you're the aide to the asari Councillor?"

Ajana gave her love a long-suffering look. "You didn't tell her?"

"I... Shit, I didnt?" She hummed when Lena shook her head. "Oops."

Sighing, Lena slid into the booth, waiting until the two had seated themselves across from her before speaking again. "Alright. So the Councillors will most likely be there, right?" When they both nodded, she winced. "And you know that I have a distinct lack of a brain/mouth filter?"

"I love that about you," My'liya said. "I don't have to worry if you've got some hidden agenda, or if you're manipulating me for something. You always speak your mind. It's refreshing after dealing with politicians all the time. Even Tevos gets on my nerves sometimes."

"And you think exposing me to politicians is a good idea?"

Ajana chuckled. "We trust you to be professional. Or at least civil," she added with a smile when Lena gave her a doubting look. "Lena, you're a great friend, a fantastic bartender and you and all of your employees are kind, professional and most importantly, unbiased to all Citadel races."

"Plus you're used to serving both levo and dextro drinks," My'liya said. "You've got a system that works. Trust me, I've seen some bars accidentally poison someone because they served the wrong drink to the wrong person. I've never seen you make that mistake."

"Gods, no. My grandfather would rise from the grave to smack me upside the head if I did that. But, I see your point. So... alright, how many guests are we talking here?"

"We finally managed to narrow it down to a hundred people," Ajana told her, giving My'liya a warning glance. "And we're not rehashing it again."

"Boo."

Chuckling, Lena tapped a few commands into her data pad, then handed it to Ajana. "This is what I can offer as drinks. I might be able to get a few 'special' orders, but that depends on the timeline you give me."

"Ah, haha. Yes. The timeline..."

"What Liya means is that we're in a tad of a rush," Ajana said, sighing when Lena frowned. "Our Ceremony is next week."

"Next week?!" Lena blurted, eyes going wide.

"We know it's short notice. Tevos is going off-Citadel and I have to go with her. I don't know when I'll be back. So we wanted it to happen sooner rather than later," My'liya explaiend, eyeing Lena worriedly. "Do you... think you can do it?"

Lena frowned, gently taking the data pad back and sighing as she looked over what she'd originally offered. "I... Alright. Some people owe me favors, I can call them in. Please tell me I have seven days and not like, three."

"Eight days, actually," Ajana answered. "And if we can put a little more pressure on you... Is there any way you can get some Asari Honey-Mead?"

"....you two are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"Is that a 'no'?"

"It's a 'maybe'. I'll contact my suppliers and see what I can do. Can I ask what species will be there? Because getting my hands on hanar mindfish oil might be impossible with such a short timeline - unless I bribe one of the local bars."

"...you might have to bribe a local bar then."

"Crap. Okay. So, if I bring my usual supplies, plus the Honey-Mead, will that be enough? I'll want to have two bars set up if possible - one levo, one dextro -  set up with ice buckets and enough space to hold about a dozen varieties of liquor each. And do you want champagne? I can get my hands on a dual-chirality brand that's safe for everyone, might be good for a speech?"

"See, this is why I knew you'd be a good pick! That's a great idea," My'liya grinned.

"Now you're just trying to get on my good side," Lena smirked as she took notes, short nails tapping on the data pad. "Alright, here's the revised list. It's a mix of high end and most popular drinks."

Ajana took the offered pad and scrolled through it, My'liya leaning over to read over her shoulder. "This looks perfect. Thank you, Lena."

"Don't thank me yet. I still have to get my hands on all this and bribe some of my employees with bonuses."

"Oh, no worries. We'll cover all of that. We already budgeted a rather large chunk of the expenses to cover the open bar," My'liya told her as she activated her omni tool, typing into it before sending a transfer to Lena. "Is that enough?"

Frowning, Lena checked the transfer, then gasped. "Holy-- Are you sure? This is... this is twice what I was thinking!"

"You're doing us a huge favor, and on short notice on top of that," Ajana smiled, reaching over to pat Lena's arm. "So, yes, we're sure."

"I... Wow. Alright. I'll contact my supplier and accountant right away, get everything moving. I assume the venue will be on the Presidium?"

"Oh, yes. We have a lovely spot reserved for the initial ceremony," My'liya told her. "It's out by the lake, amongst a grove of trees. The reception will be held in the huge conference area of the prestigious Kethi Hotel - Tevos herself managed to strong arm the Hotel into allowing us there. And we'll make sure to have everything set up for you - we're actually off to talk with the planner when we leave here."

"Last thing - colours. What colours are you using in your design for everything? I don't want any of my people showing up in clashing outfits."

"Oh, anything in hues of purple and pink would work. Blue too, so long as it's a deeper hue. I'll send you pictures of the decorations and our reception dresses so you have an idea," Ajana answered. "But it's the reception, so we're not forcing people to have a 'dress code' in terms of colours."

"Fair enough." Lena made a few more notes, then nodded. "I think I have everything I need. Though, if I have questions, you won't mind if I message you?"

"Absolutely not! Annnd," My'liya grinned. "You're welcome to bring a date."

"Liya..." Ajana warned.

My'liya attempted to look innocent. "What?"

"How about I try to get through today first," Lena drawled as she slid out of the booth and rose to her feet. "With my luck, I'll say something dumb and it'll be a disaster."

"With how he was looking at you? Doubtful."

Ajana nudged the other asari out of the booth, stood, and then placed her hands on both of My'liya's shoulders and bodily steered her soon-to-be-bonded towards the front doors. "Will you leave the poor girl alone?"

"You love me!"

"Goddess only knows why."

"Hey! Mean!" My'liya twisted to look back at Lena with a smile. "You'll do great! Remember what I said about that spot under his fringe!"

"And what spot might that be?"

Ajana groaned as she shoved My'liya past Nihlus, his mandibles quirked in a turian smirk. "Don't listen to her, she's lost her mind."

"I have not!"

"Oh, yes, you have. Now come on, we're going to be late!"

Lena sighed as the two asari continued on past Nihlus, who watched them go with an amused tilt to his head before he turned to look at her, one brow ridge rising in askance.

"My'liya was trying to give me advice," she told him with a wince. "None of it was... um... appropriate."

"It sounded rather useful though," he teased, chuckling as he stepped into the bar, the doors closing behind him. Humming, he let his gaze travel over her, enjoying how her clothes were tailored to her form, the colour making her eyes seem all the bluer. "You look... incredible."

She managed a smile. "You don't look so bad yourself." He'd abandoned his armor for civilan clothes: black trousers, a dark red and black shirt and a shortened dark red jacket that showed off his trim waist. "No armor today?"

"Hardly an outfit fit for a date," Nihlus chuckled. "I'm a little early though."

"I just need, like, two minutes to send this list off to my supplier," she said, gesturing to the data pad she held before waving at him to follow her as she headed for the office. "Ajana and My'liya's Bonding Ceremony is next week, so I don't have a lot of time to spare to get what I need."

"Next week? Oh, so that's the event he was talking about." At her curious glance, Nihlus explained. "Another Spectre is going to be working with security there. He was griping at me about how it's a waste of his talents."

"He sounds grumpy," Lena commented as she sat down at her desk and started typing at the terminal.

Nihlus laughed. "Oh, yes. If it's one thing Saren is, it's grumpy," he chortled, leaning against the open door as he watched Lena work. "He was my mentor you know. Evaluated me for the Spectres."

"He's your friend then?"

"I don't think Saren has friends, to be honest," he shrugged. "But if he does, I'm about as close as it gets."

"That's kind of sad," she said, glancing at him over the edge of the terminal.

"I think he prefers it that way," Nihlus told her, folding his arms across his chest as he frowned at the wall behind her. "He told me once that he doesn't allow himself 'weaknesses'. Don't think that turian would know what a 'date' was if it came up and bit him on the spur."

"I take it you tried?"

"Yeah. For all the good it did," he muttered with a shake of his head, dropping his arms to his sides afterwards. "But enough about 'grumpy'. Tell me about this Ceremony! I take it that if My'liya is involved that it'll be somewhat unhinged?"

"I mean, so far, no? But I have like, a week to get everything together. Not only do I need to get my hands on fucking Hanar mindfish oil, which is gonna be a headache and a half, but I also have to get some asari Honey-Mead! In a week!" Lena leaned back in her chair and resisted the urge to grab handfuls of her hair. "I can call in favors, but I honestly don't know if it'll be enough."

Humming, Nihlus activated his omni tool and scrolled through his contacts, gloved talons flicking across the hard-light screen as he typed up a quick message.

"You'll have a case of Honey-Mead delivered to you in two days," he rumbled after a moment, trying not to laugh when Lena gave him a shocked look. "What? I have connections too! Spectre, remember? Besides, it isn't every day I get the opportunity to abuse my authority for a good cause."

She blinked at him, then laughed softly. "'A good cause', huh?"

His mandibles quirked in a turian smile. "The best."

"Smooth-talker." Chuckling, Lena finished the requisitions forms and sent them to her supplier, then composed a quick message to her accountant, letting Koran know about the funds she'd transferred to her business account. "Okay. Done. Let's get out of here before my supplier shows up and has a panic attack on my doorstep."

"I'll call a Skycar," Nihlus told her as he followed her out, watching her lock the office door before she dimmed all the bar's lights.

The dull noise of the Wards welcomed them as they stepped out of the building, and he automatically let his gaze dart around their surroundings, checking for escape routes or possible threats. He was armed, of course, the pistol holstered at his hip a comforting weight, his Spectre status allowing him to remain armed wherever he went throughout the Citadel.

The whoosh of the arriving shuttle refocused him, and he made certain to help Lena into the Skycar before circling around and getting into the main seat.

Lena waved to someone as they took off, headed for the Presidium, and he tilted his head look at her, mandibles quirking in a fond smile as he studied her. Humans were always short compared to turians. And usually physically weaker. But she had a kind of strength in her that he'd never seem before.

It was... alluring. Her obvious disapproval of the still rampant xenophobia was a nice change. And her thoughts about Udina... so many humans believed themselves the 'next saviors of the galaxy, and it was... tiresome. But if her speech the night before had any weight, she was one of the few that had a more open mind to things.

Nihlus didn't realize he'd been staring at her until she looked at him, pale blue eyes questioning, and he merely smiled at her in return, subvocals singing reassurance to her when she blushed a lovely shade of pink.

"Sorry," he purred. "Didn't mean to stare."

"Somehow I don't believe that," Lena told him with a nervous smile, raising a hand to tuck the locks on the left side of her head behind her ear. "You keep doing that to me."

He tilted his head at her, a worried chirp leaving him. "Doing what?"

"Making me blush."

"Is that... Should I stop?"

"No! No, it's not a bad thing. I just..." Lena paused and frowned. "I guess I'm so used to being ready for the worst that I forgot what it's like to have something good happen. If that makes sense?"

This time he made sure to let out a reassuring noise in a level that she could hear. "It does make sense, Lena. If it helps, I promise to make sure that this 'good thing' keeps being good. If you're up to it?"

She eyed his tri-fingered right hand as he held it out to her, and surprised herself by not hesitating as she slid her smaller hand into his, feeling the strength of his grip as he curled his fingers around hers. "Deal."

.

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tbc

#snarky is writing #nihlus kryik #nihlus kryik x oc #original female character #mass effect #turian human relationship #cross posted to ao3 #turian #turian x human

[knightprincess]

Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) - Prologue

Words: 1.1k Synopsis: Time doesn't heal all wounds, sometimes, there's too much hurt, too much pain to forget. Sometimes, scars are left behind. Scars that remind us the past is real. Everyone knows Love is the death of Duty. Pronouns Used: She/Her - (Y/N) also used Also On: Wattpad, Quotev, AO3 and Inkitt

The Clone Wars were a cruel, tragic, and devastating event that affected countless lives. Many lost their homes, their loved ones, their faith, and even their lives. Both the Clones and the Jedi fought and sacrificed selflessly in a war that they didn't choose to be a part of. They did everything they could to protect strangers across the galaxy, who would never even bother to learn their names or show any gratitude for their heroic actions. During the war, both the Clones and the Jedi faced many restrictions. The Clones were not allowed to enjoy even the simplest of pleasures and were treated as nothing more than mere products instead of the brave soldiers they truly were. They had fewer rights than even the convicts in the Republic prisons. The Jedi, on the other hand, were bound by their code, prohibiting them from forming any human attachments or loving anyone. They were not allowed to express basic human emotions for fear of falling to the dark side.

Despite that, though, love still somehow flourished. Clones managed to find a semblance of peace away from the battlefield in the arms of another, even if it was only for a few short hours. If they were lucky, it lasted longer. The Jedi found solace in the arms of the troopers they fought side by side with on the never-ending rotation of merciless battlefields and warzones. 

Most Clones and Jedi, in some sort of relationship, had a tendency to keep them secret, if only to avoid the scrutiny of their peers and the judgment of those who would so quickly look down upon them for wanting the simple pleasures of life. Most, if not all, of them, hid their devotion out of fear of what would happen if discovered. None of them wanted to imagine the horrors that awaited. Nor the idea of being ripped away from each other for the simple crime of wanting to love someone, of wanting to be loved, of wanting to feel more than being a warrior meant to die on the battlefield. A prisoner without chains. 

CC-3636 was one of the most respected Clone Commanders, gifted with a strategic mind and brothers he could count on for anything. Preferring to be called Wolffe, he was looked upon as a role model by many cadets. Close with his Jedi General Plo Koon, but haunted by the traumas of the war, scared even to get close to someone outside those apart of the famed Wolf pack, for fear he would lose them. He feared the Malevolence nightmare repeating with others he let himself care for. Despite that, he cares deeply for his brothers and respects Plo above all others. Many times, Wolffe had been faced with a cruel decision, forced to choose between the lives of his brothers; every time, he'd save as many as he could and never forgot the names of those he lost. 

After losing his eye to Ventress, he gained a new coldness, especially to the children of Dathamir. Although he'd admit they were few and far between, it didn't prevent his distrust in them. His distrust tainted even the purest of intentions, making him suspicious of even the gentlest acts of kindness. 

One of the most known Jedi Generals was (Y/N) Black, commonly referred to as a Princess General by many clones or simply Princess by several of her fellow Jedi. She was Dathomirian, a Night Sister similar to Asajj Ventress. Strong in the force with a talent for breaking or bending the rules, a friend to everyone, and one of the biggest supporters of Clone Rights. As a General, she was battle-tested, clever, and always had plans and backups in case anything went wrong. If one of her bright ideas was risky, the only life in danger was her own. She trusted her men, respected them, and valued their lives above her own. There was never a time when she'd called a trooper by their identification number. Instead, she called them by their chosen names, friends, or, in some cases, affection nicknames in various languages.

Everything had been selectively normal or as close to normal as the war could get. (Y/N) had returned to Coruscant with her legion 916th Battalion. Their last assignment to the outer rim had been a particularly nasty one, even more so upon the discovery that the republic information had been detrimentally wrong. The locals had been caught in the crossfire, many injured and killed, and in the end, they were forced to retreat, the droid reinforcements being too much for one lone Jedi and batallion to handle. 

Although (Y/N) hated admitting defeat with a passion, she did what was best for her troopers; once again, she had put them before the often pointless and corrupt demands of the Jedi Council and Senate. Upon returning to Coruscant, she wished her troopers a fond farewell before leaving for the Temple, mourning the loss of those who hadn't made it and wishing a speedy recovery for those who had been injured. As usual, she gave her normal line of "Stay out of trouble." 

As per usual (Y/N)'s arrival at the temple was expected. As soon as she entered the city-sized structure, she was swept to the communications center to be debriefed and hounded with questions that only served to wear down her already thin patients further, as well as question the overall intelligence of the council members interrogating her. Despite her desire to speak her mind, she kept her snide comments and obvious frustrations to herself, at least until she made it back to the safety of her quarters, where she could release her pent-up anger and frustration in privacy. Or that would have been the plan had she not been informed of a request by Master Plo. He asked for her assistance in the mid-rim. 

"I will inform my troopers," commented (Y/N), already feeling down about having to spoil the well-earned shore leave break.

"Not your men, Black, just you," quickly corrected Mace Windu, seeing her uncertainty; no doubt she still remembered what happened the last time another took control of her boys. The inexperienced Jedi knight had become lousy with the power and all but played god with the trooper's lives, cost so much all because he refused to listen to the advice of Trip, the clone captain who served as (Y/N)'s second. 

"I will leave on the marrow," replied (Y/N) before leaving to return to her quarters, exhaustion seemingly jumping her the moment she passed the threshold, her mind turning lousy too, as if it was already in shutdown mode to prepare her for the horrors that waited for her. Upon completing her normal routine, she soon got comfortable, drifting off slowly, at least before the intruding thoughts began to bug her. 

Working with her Master again would bring its own challenges. With Master Plo came Commander Wolffe, the battle-worn trooper with a known hatred of her kind. As (Y/N) tried to drift off, her thoughts turned to the struggles both would face. She was used to being judged with fear by strangers. She was used to being called a witch even when she wasn't one. But being hated because of the actions of another wasn't something she was used to; it was a challenge in and of itself, as would be working with the commander in question. After all, in his mind, she was no different than Ventress; she was the enemy, too. 

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#star wars #reader insert #the clone wars #reader interactive #jedi reader #commander wolffe #star wars fanfiction #commander wolffe x reader #prologue #cross posted to wattpad #cross posted to quotev #cross posted to ao3 #cross posted to inkitt #plo koon #jedi order #clone wars

[greatunironic]

eddie wakes up in a strange room. this was not particularly unusual for him, historically: he’d spent most of his twenties waking up in new and interesting places (including a handful of jail cells). but after eddie, the label, and the los angeles superior court system decided it would be best if he stopped drinking and doing blow, it stopped being such a regular occurrence.

so it’s almost alarming to him, now, to be blinking up at an unfamiliar cement ceiling with the raging bitch of all headaches and generally feeling like he got hit by a truck, got whiplash in a crash with the way his neck aches. he’d think he was hungover like all those times before except for how sharp the pain is, bright.

he worries, briefly, he’s relapsed, or someone’s slipped him something. but he remembers what him and the boys had been up to, before this, and he thinks it’d’ve been a strange night indeed if someone roofied a c-list (b-list if he’s feeling charitable) musician at a fucking frozen four game.

because yeah, eddie remembers: they’d been third row, watching the wisconsin ladies clean up and cheering for jeff’s kid sister like she was about to get olympic gold. (she probably would, someday. her and that mayfield girl who played defense were looking down the barrel at a 2026 run apparently.

eddie’s been to a handful of games over the years, when touring and recording allows them to go. he’s resolutely never been a sports guy but he’ll admit, when pressed, that live hockey is pretty dope. to say nothing, of course, of how jeff would probably murder them all in their sleep if they didn’t rep the red and white for lottie.

(and also — and this is between eddie and his god alright — but lottie’s coach? standing back there in his suit, hair styled and dialed, snapping his gum, yelling at the refs? kind of doing it for him, okay. worth the price of admission, even if the tickets weren’t free.)

when he thinks harder — which hurts too — the last thing he clearly remembers was someone from the beavers scoring, bringing their lead to 5-1, and a slapshot from the other team getting out over the boards and nearly taking out some lady’s popcorn. someone behind them in the seats said, “jesus they’re getting desperate, eh?”

then shit goes dark on him, not even a fade to black, but a full on smash cut, roll credits black, and the post-credits scene is where ever the fuck eddie is at the moment. it smells like human and cold and icy hot, so obviously, he thinks, he died and went to hell like all the church ladies said he would back in hawkins, or probably just a locker room. what the fuck?

he blinks at the ceiling, at an interesting water stain on the cement texturing. he’s in the middle of wondering where the rest of his band has gone if he’s here alone, fucking abandoners, when a sweaty redhead with the bitchiest expression he’s maybe ever seen enters his field of vision.

“you’re alive,” she says.

eddie blinks again. “why do you sound so disappointed?”

“yo coach!” she shouts, already on the move away from him. “he’s alive!”

he tries to sit up, but that makes the pain in his head worse, and also draws attention to the fact that his back also hurts. he squeezes his eyes shut and makes a truly embarrassing noise of pain — if pressed, he’d call it a whimper — and a pair of big hands land on his shoulders.

“out, out ladies i got this! hey!, hey, man, don’t move just yet,” says big hands.

“yeah, no problem, i don’t want to anymore,” eddie says. he stirs up the will to open his eyes again and very nearly slams them back shut. because of course the person staring down at him is fucking coach hottie snackycakes himself. he’s even better looking in person, too, big droopy eyes, lips as pink as his bubblegum, and shiny, jesus christ. he’s still got eddie by the shoulders, hands warm through the thin cotton of his flannel and tee — because eddie’s always been more fashion than sense, wayne always said, and it’s even worse now that the paps are on him—

“oh, fuck this is gonna be all over tiktok later, isn’t it?” he moans.

“maybe not.”

“don’t lie.”

“listen, eddie — it is eddie, right?” asks coach hottie. “i’m steve. coach harrington. faughnsie — lottie, i mean — she said you’re eddie. her brother’s guitarist? what do you remember?”

“more like he’s my singer,” he says, “but sure. and not much.”

“well, you’re gonna be okay,” says coach hottie — steve. “it really wasn’t that bad, and it was probably too fast for anyone to get it, unless they already had a camera on you. you took a puck to the head when one popped up. i’d apologize but it wasn’t one of my girls who did it, so. anyway — you weren’t out for long, which robbie says is good — she’ll get a look at you in a second — but you got your bell rung pretty good. and you’re gonna have quite the shiner, trust me.”

“speaking from experience?”

“oh, yeah. closer and faster too.” he gently raps his head with his knuckles. “too many concussions too early ended my nhl days, in fact.”

“oh. oh shit, sorry, i—“

“don’t worry about it, man, it happens,” he says. “and if it hadn’t, i wouldn’t be here.”

“at the frozen four.”

“yeah, sure, that too.”

“what?”

“what?” steve waves him off. “anyway, i’m just glad to see you up, ish, and talking. looked pretty scary, from the bench.”

“i really don’t remember,” says eddie. “but i’m sure i’ll see it on tiktok later, like i said — at least, my unconscious, bleeding form.”

“i got up there pretty fast, so i doubt it,” says steve.

eddie blinks, twice. “you—?”

“you were behind my bench, and you. well,” he says with a shrug, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed, finally putting those hands away — weapons of eddie destruction, he thinks — and shoving them into his pockets of his tight slacks. “i should be getting back out there.”

“do you? you’re murdering them pretty good, unless i black out and missed them getting four more goals,” eddie says.

the corners of steve’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. eddie thinks he might just pass out again. “no, we’re still gonna cinch it, i think. looks bad, though — first time coach missing the final period so’s he can hit on the cute musician who got his clock cleaned by the biscuit.”

“oh,” he says. swallows. “uh.”

steve’s crinkly, smiley eyes go wide. “unless—“

“no less!” eddie shouts and then immediately winces. at a better, less damaging to his more than slightly concussed noggin, volume, he says, “more, actually. because pretty sure i shouldn’t be left unsupervised, and i’ve clearly been abandoned by the band, so—“

“so,” says steve.

“coach, two minutes!” someone calls.

“so, i was hoping maybe i could keep hitting on the hot hockey coach back at his?”

“i’m at the ramada inn,” he says, “and i got tape to watch for the finals.”

“i live for room service,” eddie tells him seriously. “and i’m suddenly very into wisconsin sports teams.”

“coach! go time!”

“yeah?” he asks.

“yeah.”

“COACH!”

he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “i gotta — but, uh, later?”

“pick me up in twenty?”

“probably more like half an hour, with stoppage,” he says.

someone bangs on the door. “COACH!! let’s boogie!!”

with one last look, wide eyed and smiling, steve leaves. eddie watches him go. he’d heard hockey players were caked up but lord — eddie is about to convert to a new religion, or maybe found one, over the stretch of those slacks.

“damn,” he says quietly.

“gross,” a woman says. eddie startles and looks to the side, where a lanky brunette with a bob and an undercut is staring at him, unimpressed. she’s in some get up that screams athletic trainer, and there’s a white board in her hand.

“how long have you been there?” he asks.

she raises an eyebrow. “long enough, and honestly, i don’t know if that counts as a you rule for him, or a you suck for you,” she says and does not elaborate when he asks. “also don’t look at him like that. it’s steve. he’s basically my sister.”

“yeah? any tips then?” asks eddie. “i promise i’ll only use them for good. well. mostly.”

“god,” she says with an expansive eye roll. “you’re gonna be a nightmare, aren’t you?”

a cheer goes up outside the room as the teams, presumably, take the ice again. eddie, head throbbing, concussed, embarrassed, grins. “sure hope so,” he says.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #rockstar au #hockey au #two great tastes that taste great together tbh #cross posted on twitter #might clean this up later + pop it on ao3

[soulidarity]

pearly tears

rafayel x reader / mc | 384 words | hurt/comfort

after rafayel wakes up from a nightmare, he cant find MC

His hand felt heavy, rapidly moving against the weight of the water. Fighting an invisible force. For what? He wasn't sure. He just felt a sharp pain and anguish in his chest as he went against the tide.

Then he saw her. Slowly descending into the depths of the sea. Her eyes closed, mouth open. He reached out to her, she was almost in his hold when his vision was covered by sea foam.

Rafayel jolted awake. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he took in his surroundings. Right. He wasn't in the water, he was in his bedroom. The covers were sticking to him, a bit of the moon light creeping in from the courtains and his beloved was sleeping right next to him. He turned to see her.

Only to find an empty space.

The artist's breath quickened, his hand gripping the sheets that were supposed to be enveloping her. He looked around rapidly, searching for her. It was hard to tell what was going on now, his senses heightened yet he felt numb. His eyes observing but his vision was clouded. He didnt hear the bathroom door open.

Suddenly arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.

"Im here"

He turned around, cupping her cheecks in his hands to make sure she was real. His love wasn't dead. She was there. Rafayel burst into tears while she leaned into his touch. Her hand made its way to wipe them away as her facial expression changed to one of wonder.

"You cry pearls, how lovely"

Everytime she spoke it felt as if he was in a trance, her gentle voice a contrast to his desperate and anxious demeanor. But the comment only made him cry harder, the pearls growing in size. Quickly, the bed was covered in the shiny and soft object. The sound of them rolling off and hitting the floor was all that could be heard apart from the man's sobs.

Slowly, with her affection he started to calm down. Slim hands playing with his hair as soft lips kissed his jawline.

He moved to her lap, head in the crook of her neck as his arms tightened around her. The pearls had stopped flowing.

"Please... dont leave me..."

She smiled as she patted his back.

"Wouldnt even dream of it"

#rafayel x reader #love & deepspace #love and deepspace #rafayel #otome #hurt/comfort #siren rafayel my beloved #cross posted on ao3 #i havent written fanfics in like 3 years #not beta read we die like caleb

[milksuu]

Sorry, Mom. I'm The New Cleaning Lady For Heartsteel

Pairings: various!Heartsteel x f!reader

Status: on-going (Cross posted on AO3)

Content/Warnings: 18+ content, explicit themes, suggestive language

Summary: Identity theft was a crime—that was obvious. But when it meant paying off the bills for basically existing and your mother’s hospital expenses, committing a felony didn’t seem like a bad thing. It was like that one quote, from that one band, with that one hit song: “Two sides to a story but they never tell me side.”

Or…something like that. Wait, what was their name again? Heartsteel? Sounds like a dating sim game.

[Reader takes the identity of her mother, who had been hired to be the new cleaning lady for an up and coming boy band named ‘Heartsteel’. Obviously, there’s no way they would ever find out. But that was a joke. Because they’re definitely finding out: one by one.]

“You…brought your own cleaning supplies?”

“You always need to be prepared, young man,” you replied, adjusting your duck-yellow cleaning gloves. They squeeked and flopped comically around your hand and fingers. 

“Ma’am, you do understand today is solely the house tour.” The man folded his arms neatly against his chest, white brow raised. “In order to rely on you fully, you’ll need to be familiar with the estate first. I thought we discussed this beforehand. That and…we have cleaning supplies to provide you with here.”

You paused at the grand modern entrance. You lifted your bucket full of sponges, brushes, and cleaning spray from the dollar store. 'Buy-one-get-one' on all cleaning supplies was the grand deal of the day. How could you pass a penny-pinching bargain? Swallowing your shame, you settled the cheap items on the pristine granite floors. 

“Oh, is that so? Must’ve slipped my mind. Age will do that to you.” You forced a chuckle, adjusting your sterile mask across your youthful face. “That and, I have such a passion for cleaning. I can't help myself. I see the inside of a house, and I just have to clean it. I’m sure you could understand that.”

“I don’t believe I could,” your employer said dryly. “Anyway, if you will, follow me.”

You nodded and shuffled along accordingly. As you stared into the back of his immaculately pressed business attire, a new-found horror struck through you: you had no clue what your employer’s name was. Frantically, you scavenged your pockets. From it, you pulled out a business card, holding it so close to your face you smelled the tinge of clean cologne.

YONE

RIOT RECORDS

DJ / PRODUCER

 EMAIL: [email protected]

TELEPHONE:  XXX-XXX-XXXX

“The bottom floor consists of all of the amenities; gym, entertainment area, recording studio and so on.” Yone stated as he stepped into the open-kitchen plan. When he regarded you again, you awkwardly plunged the card back into your pants pocket. “The boys have their own scheduled chores every week. They’re expected to do it without you having to help them. I’m trying to keep them humble, but easier said than done. Refer to the chore calendar on the fridge. And try not to interfere with it too much.”

“Okay—who switched my protein powder with flour?” Behind an opened cabinet, a heavy-muscled stacked man growled. “Guys. Seriously. This stuff’s expensive. Where’d it go?” When he poured the contents out into the trash can, he plucked out a note from the bottom of the canister. The small print read:

‘Protein powder tastes like dog food.’’

The weight of realization punched him square between the eyes. He threw open the pantry, where dog kibble was stored in a tub at the bottom marked ‘Ernest’. Sett pulled open the container, and sure enough, found his  protein powder and scooper. There was no mistaking his favorite smell of cinnamon crunch isolate, now mixed with the scent of dry-bacon kibble. Another note pasted the inside lid:

‘Woof–Woof ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ’

“A–phe–li–os,” the name gritted between his canines. His ears flattened against his untamed hair, and crumpled the note to dust in his palm. “Oh–Ho. Mess with me all you want; but never mess with my gains. I’m gonna’ prank him back so hard tonight, he’s gonna’ be begging me to stop.” 

“Sett,” Yone coughed, grabbing the Vistayan's attention. “We have a guest today. Our new cleaning lady.”

“Oh, sorry about that.” Sett wiped his powdered hand against his sleeveless shirt. He reached and took your rubber glove with a squelch. “Hey, how’s it goin’, Ma’am. The name’s Sett.” 

You swallowed hard, hoping your glove would remain securely covering your hand. You feared if he pulled back, he would reveal a hand that wasn't so wrinkled for someone supposedly in their late-fifties. And that was according to your mother’s age printed on her driver’s license. Thankfully, you could tell he restrained himself to a delicate shake.

“Would talk more but gotta hit the gym. Nice meetin’ yah though,'' Sett started away, and called back over his shoulder. “Mom, can you take care of Phel for me? I dunno' where he hid the dog food for Ernest.”

Yone exhaled a silent sigh, and part of you felt pity for your employer. He seemed like a parent with a tag-team of overbearing children running around the house. Being a single parent was difficult; you knew this first hand from your own up-bringing. It made you grateful for your mother’s patience and attention. It was the reason you were here in the first place. 

“Let’s continue with the tour upstairs,” Yone said, motioning you to a loft-style staircase. “The second floor consists of all the bedrooms and laundry room. At the end of the hall is my room. As it stands, it’s completely off limits to everyone, including yourself.” He turned a sharp chin in your direction, “Am I understood?”

You gulped and pressed your shoulders straight. “Of course.”

“Mommy, help me!” A bed of green hair bounced to Yone’s side, tugging at his tailored suit. “Kayn’s bullying me again. But I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear.”

“You’re such a crappy liar.” The presumed assailant, Kayn, stomped out of the hallway bathroom. Magenta hair stuck to his furrowing brows. With just a towel wrapped around his steaming waist, his abdominal muscles tensed, pointing aggressively at his target. “I was trying to shower in peace, until bubblegum pop princess over here came barging in trying to take selfies of himself. Did you know people usually shower naked? I’d like my junk not to be posted on social media, unless I’m the one doing it. For cash.” 

“It’s not my fault you’re always going over your shower limit. News flash: we each only get fifteen-minutes. But you’re always breaking the rules! You know I take my selfies at the same time, at the same place, every single day. So how about you do us all a favor, and get some better time management?”

Kayn raised a vein popping fist into the air. “How about I get you a better face instead?"

Ezreal cried fake sparkling tears, cowering further behind their producer.

“Enough. The both of you,” Yone tightened around his words like a leash, restraining the quarreling pair. “For once, I’d like for you two to at least pretend you get along in front of others.” 

The two whined and grumbled under their breaths till they fell to a silent agreement. But the peace treaty wasn’t upheld for long. You saw a zap of yellow from the corner of your eye. The image was so fast, you thought you must’ve imagined it—Nope. You definitely saw something. Kayn’s towel knot popped loose. And it wasn’t caused by an event of divine intervention.

The towel billowed towards the ground. And the world felt as if it was turning in slow motion, like one of those car chase movies with excessive explosions. Except, the only explosion here would be your very own heart.

Sure, you took an anatomy class here and there. In high school, you remembered the penis joke’s and games, and they never flustered you. Heck, not even when your friends set your desktop screen to a .gif of dicks spinning in circles—you found that hilarious. And when anatomy classes began in college, they were all very clinical, rudimentary, and otherwise a snooze fest. 

But seeing one in real life when you’ve never had a boyfriend or a one night stand, was truly groundbreaking. Earth shattering, even.

Penis (en)counter: 1

While you were stuck in your prison of naïve embarrassment, Ezreal laughed and pulled out his cell phone, camera light shuttering a mile a minute. 

“You little shi—!” Time sped forward again. With fast reflexes of his own, Kayn whipped the towel and knot back in place. “That’s it. You’re dead.” 

“Uh–Oh. Time to run again,” Ezreal quipped, zooming off down the stairs.

With all bark and full bite, Kayn vanished like a cloud of smoke in pursuit. You coughed against the smog, while Yone merely swatted his hand back and forth, dissipating the gray wisps.

“You’ll have to excuse them,” he commented. “They share the same room, but have vastly different personalities. I arranged most of them together, thinking it’d help them understand each other on a deeper level. And ultimately, help them perform better together in the studio and on stage. My efforts are…yet to be determined.”

“That’s alright. Can’t be easy for young men their age to share anything. Especially with them being full of energy, testosterone, and other things. O-Oh, to be young once more…ah-ha…” you laughed nervously. Oh, God. What the heck were you saying? Honestly, you had to give pardon to yourself. You were still trying to recover from seeing your first penis up close and personal.

The image would be forever burned in your mind.

You were pulled from your self-conscious thoughts. Down the hall, a pair of shadowed eyes peeked through a sliver of door and frame. When your gaze locked together, the other pair of eyes shifted shyly from side to side. As if a poltergeist existed within the room, the visage faded back into the uncanny crack of darkness. The door creaked closed, with an audible click and lock.

Yone pursued straight to the door, and you stood a few paces back. If there was any chance that a ghost was inside living rent-free, you wouldn't be the first it possessed. You weren't a certified Ghostbuster.

But you also weren't a certified Dustbuster, either. No one will know, know one will know, you chanted the comforting hymn. 

“Aphelios. Open the door. I know you’re in there. I can see the computer light flashing,” Yone stated, rattling the door knob. “Where’s the kibble for the dog? Sett told me you have it somewhere.”

There was a beat in the air. From behind the door, you heard feet pacing back and forth, and the sounds of finger taps against a phone screen. Yone’s phone pinged with an alert. He pulled it out, and opened his text messages.

‘I can’t open the door all the way. I set the bucket of dog food to fall on Sett’s head when he comes in. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ’

“For the love of…no more pranks today." Yone pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. "But I doubt you could even manage that. Whatever trap you’ve ensembled, take it down—now. And put the dog’s food back in the pantry. Unless you want to donate a cut of your earnings every month to Ernest’s pet store bill.”

Another pause, followed by begrudging phone taps. 

‘Fine, m O T h E r…(¬_¬")’

“That might take him a few. Depending how intricate the set up was. I would be surprised if the only thing involved in this scheme was just the dog food.” Yone motioned you back down the stairs. “Last thing to see is the outdoor space.”

Continuing with the tour, you passed through the lower floor, stepping down a hallway decorated with awards and magazine clippings. From commercial modeling gigs to sold out venues, your eyes glistened at the polished look the group was slowly cultivating. Which you had to admit, completely contradicted their personal lives.

When you reached a sliding glass door that stretched from floor to ceiling, you stepped out onto a landscaped deck. Lush modern garden trims, a shaded outdoor lounge, and smooth sandstone pavement decorated the space. At the backend, an infinity pool rested in pristine stillness. 

At the head of the pool, a person of sculpted bronze physique posed in swimwear on a lounge chair. When you approached along with your chaperone, he picked up his tropical drink, and tilted it in a cheering gesture.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mama gracing me with his presence. And look's like someone else is with him, too.” The man basking in the sun's rays and oil slicked, shucked his sunglasses onto his dread locks. “Let me guess. This must be the new cleaning lady you hired to pick up after our mess.”

“To a certain degree,” Yone replied. “But not all of the mess, K’Sante. Out of everyone, you should know better.”

“I only joke, Mama.” He grinned smoothly, taking a sip of his frozen alcoholic refresher. “Say, have you seen Sett? I told him to come join me for a tan by the pool. If he wants his muscles to truly pop, he needs to use some oil and not be allergic to the sun. The man is whiter than the sky is bright today.”

As he laughed to himself, Ernest left his chew toy at the far side of the pool, and came to sniff your shoes. With a smile, you slipped a very small piece of your long sleeve up, allowing him to sniff at your skin. The dog lapped his tongue around his slobbering chops, barking delightedly and pawing for you to pet him. You were more than happy to oblige.

These gloves came in handy after all, you thought pleasantly as globs of saliva fell in heaps over your fingers.

“What’s this? Ernest taking a liking to the cleaning lady already,” K’Sante mused at the sight. “Barely warmed up to us when we first met. We won’t mention the illegal trespassing but, call me impressed.” 

With a wink, he flicked his sunglasses back down to the bridge of his nose. “That or he has a ‘ting for older women. Can’t say I blame ‘em. An experienced woman has a certain power that’ll make any grown man cry. And from my own experience, it is never for mercy.”

Oh, boy. You couldn’t imagine your mother being interested in the cougar life-style. Not that you would approve of it. And you were certain your father would descend from the heavens and deliver the backhand of God to any young man who dared otherwise.

Before Yone could address the unsavory statement, Ezreal burst through the backyard sliding doors. Still possessed with laughter, he hopped and skipped over pool chairs and tables. The merriment stopped short when Kayn caught up to the cheeky idol, snatching his wrist which held the phone. From the staggering halt, the phone slipped from Ezreal’s hold, somersaulting towards the pool. 

“M-My phone!” Ezreal paled at the thought of losing thousands of stored photos of himself—Oh, and the blackmail photos he was going to use against Kayn, too. 

Yanking his wrist free, Ezreal pursued the device. But Ernest’s rubber hotdog toy squealed beneath him, forcing him off balance. Kayn latched an arm around Ezreal's slim waist, and pressed him safely against his bare chest.

He huffed against Ezreal's ear. “You can’t swim, you idiot. Remember? Just let it go.” 

Ernest barked at the surmounting commotion. Being the valiant guard dog with the perfect pedigree, he bounded on his thick paws to catch Kayn by the towel, with all the intent to keep them both from falling in. What a good boy! Unfortunately for Kayn, Ernest bit a bit more than he could chew.

Kayn’s voice bass boosted ten-octaves lower. “MY DAMN ASS!”

W-Whose voice was that? Was that even the same person? The thought rattled through you.

A chunk of Kayn's soft meat condensed in the jaws of a furry devil. A shock travelled up the nerves of his spine, into the the muscle fibers of his arm, shoving Ezreal forward. Ezreal flailed his hands in the air, desperate to find some semblance of balance—with no luck, at all. Fumbling on his tip-toes, Ezreal plummeted into the pool with a splash. Kayn stumbled from the after-shock of his spirit being bitten straight through his buttcheeks. His feet met the cursed rubber squeaker, sending him following suit into the pool. Except, the towel had its own plans. It decided to stay behind and not get involved.

Penis (en)counter: 2

“I heard some commotion, fellas. What’s goin’ on?” Sett stepped out from the sliding doors. He caught witness of Ezreal’s face treading water, gasping for bouts of air. Sett’s muscles popped at the sight, barreling towards the scene. “Don’t worry, Ez. I’m coming for yah, buddy!”

Sett launched himself into the air, preparing the most athletic Olympic dive ever conceived.

Kayn inhaled sharply as he broke through the water's surface tension. Recuperating his breaths, he slicked his wet hair back from his face. Looking down at the waters crystal reflection, an odd shadow grew in size around him. And according to the forecast earlier; there was no chance in Hell of clouds or rain. Lifting his nose to the darkening sky, he blanched in sheer horror. A body, massive enough to eclipse the sun, hurled down like a meteor descending to Earth.

What day was it today, Doomsday? He must've forgot; Kayn never bothered to look at calendar's, anyway.  

Back to the painful mistress that was his life; a weak, painful moan escaped him. “You can’t be serious. This isn’t the cool death I deserve—”

Those were Kayn’s final words. A wave rivaling a tsunami consumed him, a random pizza chair float, and the immediate surrounding pool area. Standing in the designated splash zone, pool water soaked your soles, leached into your socks, and dampened your pants to the knees. From K’Sante’s spot, a shot of chlorine or two spiked his drink. He snatched his sunglasses off and shouted the words; “This was the last bit of banana daiquiri mix, you aboas! Now I have to go down to the liquor store and hope they sell it frozen already.”

Yone, with all the grace anyone could hope to be blessed with, merely side-stepped away. A single speck landed on his polished shoes. He narrowed his steely eyes, flicking away the insignificant drop.

You caught something flashing on the second floor of the estate. Looking up, you shielded your eyes from the glaring sun. From one of the windows, you spotted someone holding up a sign. You assumed it was Aphelios. The poster read:

‘4/10 Ezreal. 6/10 Kayn. 10/10 Sett.’

With a dramatic burst through the water, Sett hurled Ezreal over his massive shoulder, and walked out of the pool. Placing Ezreal onto his soaking back, he coughed and gagged against the awful taste of treated water.

He smiled at his new-found savior. “Thanks, Sett. I’m fine, but what about Kayn…”

The group shifted their attention over the silent, lapping water. After a bubble or two, the sight of Kayn’s bare bottom surfaced to the top. Floating like a wet and rounded land-mass, with the additional landmark of a pink dog-bite. 

“Kayn! Hang in there, pal!” Sett launched himself once more into the water, creating another wave of soaking magnitude.

Although the drink had already been spoiled, K’Sante reflexively covered the top of his daiquiri glass. “For God’s sake, Sett. Take your time. It’s not like you’re saving the life of an innocent man.”

As chaos continued to ensue around the gang, Yone placed himself at your side. With a shake of his head, he crossed his arms, and sent a ghost of a smile your way.

“Welcome to Heartsteel,” he said. “Your first day starts tomorrow.” 

Looks like your identity was safe…for now, at least.

an: thanks for reading! the rest of the this story will most likely just be on my AO3. You can find me @ milksuu. comments and suggestions always welcomed. <3

#heartsteel #league of legends #Heartsteel x reader #kayn x reader #ezreal x reader #aphelios x reader #Sett x reader #K'Sante x reader #Yone x reader #reader insert #league of legends fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #divider by @benkeibear

[lunamugetsu]

House Husband Danny

(Remember this post I made: Danny is a househusband. Well I decided to make it into a story) Crossposted from AO3. Here's a link

Location: Unknown, Date: Unknown

Three figures emerged from a glowing pit of green water, gasping for air as they dragged themselves out.

A man with dark skin was breathing heavily and went to shake the pale man with dark hair that was still unconscious. He paused as another hand was raised motioning for him to stop. He looked over at the women with long black hair.

“He’s tired, let him rest.” She said

“What are we going to do?” the woman merely smiled as she turned to fix the damp hair that was covering the unconscious man’s face.

“Simple… Danny will rest and heal…and we will live like the rulers we are.” She turned to look at her other partner.

“Yes… we will,” he confirmed as they both smiled while looking at their love.

Present Day

Danny hummed as he put away the newly washed dishes from dinner.

Ah, how nice it was to be in a home where the food didn’t come alive and try to declare war on him.

One less thing to worry about.

Now that dinner was eaten and leftovers were put away. He could focus on the package that came in the mail, he had been waiting for it for weeks.

Tucker and Sam had called ahead to say that they were working late.

What a shame.

Danny sat down in the living room and turned on the tv while cracking open the package.

“This is Lois Lane reporting for the Daily Planet! Breaking news as the Justice League members Superman and Wonder Woman are fighting off villains in Metropolis! They have been identified as the new villains: Upload and Nightshade. They made their first appearance known to the world a couple months ago- JIMMY LOOK OUT!”

The camera shook for a moment before stabilizing showing Superman was holding onto Lois Lane and Wonder Woman was holding onto the cameraman.

“It’s not safe here, please evacuate to a safer area.” Superman said before speeding off with Wonder Woman following close behind.

“Jimmy get a shot! That’s Nightshade!” the reporter said pointing to a large plant-like monster made of vines and thorns that was the size of a skyscraper. The cameraman zoomed in on the figure that was currently sitting on the monster’s shoulder. A woman with long black hair that appeared as if it was almost floating in an ethereal manner. She was a pale woman wearing a black skintight bodysuit with matching thigh high boots, black bandages were wrapped around her forearms while her hands lit up with a neon green energy along with her eyes. Nightshade smiled, turning to look straight into the direction of the camera before saying some words that the camera couldn’t pick up before humongous vines started filling up the camera’s screen, the sound of screaming could be heard before the feed was cut.

“That doesn’t look good,” Danny commented before turning back to the open package.

Ooh, that fabric did feel as soft as it was advertised! He better try it on to see it fit. He knew he checked the measurements before placing the order but still, mistakes always happened. He was also still a little hungry, perhaps some fruit from the fridge would be good.

It was a couple of minutes before the for the news to come back on. Danny sat down on the couch, sporting a plate of fruit with a side of whipped cream to dip it in. He plopped one into his mouth as the tv started airing the news again.

The camera lens managed to stay undamaged as the camera man and the reporter were taking cover behind the corner of a building focusing on the figure that was currently standing in front of a fallen Superman that was grimacing as the green light from the glowing rock in the figure’s gloved hand seemed to intensify. It also didn’t help that there appeared to be a set of special cuffs that were encasing the superheroes hands, forcing them together.

“And here I was thinking that defeating you couldn’t be that easy… well then again. Can’t expect a superhero to just not react to their greatest weakness. Kryptonite wasn’t really hard to track down who had a stash of these, it was even easier to take it. ” The figure was a man with dark skin with long dreadlocks and was wearing a visor that covered hi eyes from view. He wore a long coat with short sleeves letting people see the robotic gloves that went up all the way up his arms. The camera picked up a hum emanating from the robotic arms and crack of electricity.

“Why? Why are you doing this, Upload?” Superman said as he made to force himself to stand despite his bound hands.

“Hmm, wealth, fame, power, pettiness, destroying all the buildings I want without needing to pay for it, or maybe I just don’t like people who call themselves heroes,” Upload said as he moved to the side as Wonder Woman was thrown into a building.

“Truly, I thought they’d give more of a challenge,” Nightshade commented as the plant-monster then slammed a hand down onto Wonder Woman encasing the superhero in vines  making it practically impossible for the woman to rip out of.

Danny hummed as he looked at the news.

He should probably help… he stuck a strawberry into his mouth.

“How do you think we should do this, Nightshade? Slowly and methodical, or fast and exciting?” Upload turned to look at Nightshade.

“Obviously, something with mo-“

RING! RING! RING!

The two supervillains looked towards each other. Upload taking out a phone from his pocket while Nightshade motioned for the plant monster to give her, her bag so she could take out her phone.

“Hello/Hello.” Thy said answering their phone in unison.

“You’re hungry?” Nightshade asked.

“We did say we were working late, you’re welcome to eat out if you want- huh? I mean, what are you wearing?” Upload said

The two paused and looked at each other.

“The thing you ordered a couple weeks ago?” Upload said, “the red one?”

“That’s made with silk?” Nightshade hands were clenching down onto her phone.

“And you’re eating,” Upload looked over at Nightshade.

“Strawberries and whipped cream,” She said.

Ding! Ding!

The two turned to their phone at having received a message. The villains looked at their phone  and then to each other.

“We’ll be there in ten!” they said in unison before putting away their phones.

It happened quickly.

With a wave her hand, all of the plants started retreating back away from the superheroes while saying some words that the camera couldn ’t pick up and a portal opened right next to her.

Meanwhile Upload placed the kryptonite into a contain while hitting some buttons that were on his gloves and the cuffs that were on Superman unlocked and fell off the man ’s wrists.

Nightshade motioned for the now human-sized plant monster to walk through the portal while Upload was walking up to her.

“Wait! Where do you think you’re goin-” Wonder Woman and Superman held their ears as a loud sound echoed out a tool that Upload threw on the ground.

“Oh no! How dare you heroes foil our evil plan!” Nightshade said in a dead tone before grabbing Upload by his collar, “c’mon we gotta go!”

The two ran into the portal, disappearing out of sight, leaving nothing but the aftermath of the destruction of the fight they had with the two heroes.

“I’m sorry, what the heck just happened?!” Lois Lane said, turning to look at the camera.

Danny hummed as he turned off the tv and took his plate of food with him as he got off the couch.

He needed to get upstairs, after all, Sam and Tucker weren’t going to be working late after all.

The man sat himself into the master bedroom, it had a bed that was an Alaskan King size. Largest size of bed they could find, could easily fit a whole family of four on it. He didn’t even know beds came in that size.

Danny continued humming as he settled himself down in the middle of the bed. The sheets were made of Egyptian cotton. Ethically sourced, of course. Sam wouldn’t stand sleeping on something that was made by a company that destroyed the environment while simultaneously overworking and underpaying their employees. Tucker had come to the rescue, buying a set of sheets on his last trip from Egypt. They had to custom order it especially since their bed didn’t fit the common dimensions that mass production usually went by.

But he wasn’t complaining, the bed was really… nice.

He laid back against the pillows, wearing nothing but the little red number that came in the mail that day.

He dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and took a bite out of it. Giving a hum as he enjoyed the taste. It was so nice not to have to worry about anything. No ghosts trying to kill him, no government agency trying to track him down to vivisect and kill him, no parents trying to shoot, vivisect, and kill him- Danny wondered if that was a normal amount of people to have to want to kill him.

Whatever, it didn’t matter anymore.

He smiled as he heard the sound of the front door being slammed open and shut followed by a furious pattering sound of feet going up the stairs. He hoped they’d taken their shoes off when they got in. He just vacuumed the house that afternoon.

The door to the bedroom opened with a bang as he saw Sam and Tucker, wearing their civilian clothing that they had clearly just thrown on with no thought of whether or not they should straighten out any of the clothes or at least to check if they put on their shirt inside out. It was a rule though, never bring work home, it always brought trouble. They had enough trouble dealing with ghosts to last a lifetime, let alone the afterlife.

“I’m hungry,” Danny said while taking  a bite of a strawberry and licking off cream that caught on his lip. He could see them already looking at his mouth and trailing their eyes across the new article of clothing he was wearing.. The man curled his finger to motion for them to come closer.

“Come and feed me.” He smiled as his partners joined him in bed.

Ah, it was so nice when his partners didn’t work late nights.

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom x dc #dpxdc #dpxjustice league #everlasting trio #cross posted on ao3

[lullalbee]

✰ Shared Thoughts ✰

A Francis Mosses x GN!reader, chapter 1

Warnings: Gets steamy but no smut, no pronouns for reader but afab anatomy is used, francis calls reader ‘darling’, he also pleads for like one sentence ik you guys like that, not proofread <3 this is so bad and so self-indulgent i'm so sorry

Word Count: 1.7k

The tenant grumbled, barely keeping open your tired eyes, latching onto your ID and entry request as you waited for your turn to be interrogated just so you could be let into your own home. For a while, you thought the precaution was stupid until you experienced a “code red” for yourself. Typically, you were amongst the last to arrive at the apartment building, considering you worked late nights, almost every night. You didn’t mind it, really, as you had lots of free time living alone, so that meant you were home during the early hours of the day when most tenants had left and wouldn’t return home for a few more hours, and by that time, you’d be gone yourself.

You knew today would be especially tough entering the building, as you were called in to work suddenly, so you couldn’t put in a request in time to be put onto the list for today. Once it was your turn, your trudged along to the window, passing in your papers through the metal slit.

“Why aren’t you on the list?” The doorman asked, brows furrowed, clearing searching for any signs the tenant was a doppelgänger. “Got called into work suddenly, wasn’t able to put my name on the list.” You explained, voice as monotone as ever. The doorman nodded, checking over a few things and making a phone call, before finally letting the tenant in.  You gave a small thanks, grabbed your papers back, and walked through the door. Sighing, you stepped into the elevator, ready to press the “four” button.  As you stepped back against the elevator, all your thoughts and anxieties began surfacing, most of them being of doppelgängers. What if the doorman let in one, killing us all? You didn’t doubt their abilities, but the thought always crossed your mind, with how often the alarm went off.  The elevator stopped with a ding! on the second floor, letting in another tenant of the building, Francis Mosses. 

You thought of yourself as fairly close with Francis. A lot closer than the typical tenants are with the others. You two enjoyed each other's company, giving small hello’s as you passed by, small talk exchanged whenever he’d deliver the milk you’d ordered. There were a few times, as well, where you hung out at the other’s place, your shared exhaustion over your careers being a driving factor in the start of your friendship.  Now and then, in the pits of night, you found your mind drifting to the thoughts of Francis. How his bicep flexed as he lifted up the milk carrier, his button-up shirt tightening ever so slightly around his arms and elbow, leaving little to the imagination. Or how his sensual, monotone voice sent shivers down your spine.  But your relationship was purely platonic of course. These feelings would never be acted upon nor would they be reciprocated… “Hello…? Earth to Y/N?” You were snapped out of your thoughts as the familiar voice filled your ears.   “Huh? Oh, sorry…” You mumbled, chuckling awkwardly. “Just.. tired from work.” I was totally not thinking about you… You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, both out of embarrassment and just from him looking at you.

“Mmm… Okay…” Francis nodded, albeit suspiciously. You prayed he didn’t notice the blush, and if he did, won’t say anything about it. Hopefully, he was up for as much conversation as you were at the moment… God knows what you would do to just lay down and take a nap right here. You both stood in awkward silence, avoiding eye contact before Francis got off on the next floor. You breathed a sigh of relief, mentally berating yourself for allowing that to happen. Once the elevator stopped on your floor, you bolted out and headed immediately to your apartment. There was always something so eerie about the hallways that made you want to be in them as little as possible. You struggled a bit with inserting your keys into the keyhole, but eventually, they implied and allowed you in. Closing, and locking, the door behind you, you breathed out, not even aware you were holding your breath.  You looked around your apartment, everything in the same place as it was before. Good. No doppelgängers have been in your home. The apartment was rather small, but that’s alright since you were the only person here. It was cozy that way. Trudging through the tiny hallway, you made it to your room, changing out of your work clothes and into some more comfortable ones. Immediately, you plopped down onto the bed and began drifting off to a dreamless sleep.  …Was that the sound of the phone? Well, it’ll be alright…

After what felt like only a few minutes, you heard someone knocking at your door, rather quickly. Begrudgingly, you sat up and got out of your bed, combing through your hair with your fingers to try to smooth down any bed head that developed in the small frame of time you were sleeping. You stood up, attempting to make yourself slightly presentable. Making your way to the door, you glanced at your rotary phone which sat on a small table next to the couch. You paused for a moment, wondering if the ringing you heard was real, but shrugged, assuming it was nothing.  You looked through the peephole of your door, spying the one and only Francis Mosses, at your door. He wasn’t in his usual milkman garb, but rather some common, everyday clothes. Quickly, you unlocked your door, opening it to greet Francis. “Oh, hello.” You gave him a soft smile, cocking your head slightly. “Are you off the clock?” “Yeah, my uh- my shift ended not too long ago.” He swallowed, nodding. “Wanted to check on you, you seemed real exhausted earlier.” “Well, you did just wake me from a life-saving nap, but that's alright.” You quip, giving him a smirk as you move out of the doorway, allowing him in.

“Oh, I’m- I’m sorry, I can go–” “No, no.” You shake your head, furrowing your brows. “Stay, please.”  He smiled at you, seemingly relieved you didn’t let him go. Internally, you were screaming, he never showed up to your apartment unless you had a pre-planned hang-out session, or he was doing his rounds, delivering the milk.  “Do you want anything? A snack, or…” You ask him, walking towards your tiny kitchen.  “Oh, no, that won’t be necessary.” He said in that monotone voice that made your knees turn to jelly. Francis went and sat on the couch, you following close behind. “I, uhm.” He began, looking away. “I wanted to talk to you… I’ve been, thinking a lot. Since we talked in the elevator.”  Oh fuck, he’s so creeped out by me, isn’t he, you panic internally, but barely manage to scrape together your composure. “Oh- I’m sorry, about that I–” You started before he interrupted you.  “I’ve been thinking about… you specifically.” He gulped, causing your heart to race. “Now, you can slap me if you think I’m creepy or anything, but I’ve thought about just us in general for a while, long before the elevator. Y/N, I–” He grabbed your hand, looking you in the eyes, his own clouded with infatuation and something else you couldn’t quite make out. Before he could finish his sentence, you cupped his cheek with your free hand and kissed him with so much desperation your teeth clinked together. He was taken aback by this, not reciprocating, causing you to panic and think you misread the situation so you pulled back, breathing heavily. “Fuck, did I- Did I fuck that up? Oh my god, I’m so–” He cut you off with a kiss of his own, holding the back of your head with his hand, keeping his grasp on you as he kissed you with a lot more passion and less desperation than the first. Immediately, you kissed back, snaking your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.  He broke the kiss first, to catch his breath. You smiled at him, letting out a small laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that.”  “Oh, but, I think I do,” Francis smirked, eyes darkening. “I’m a lot more perceptive than I think you realize. I’ve seen the glances you’ve stolen.” This caused you to blush and cover your face, burrowing into the crook of his neck. He maneuvered his head to give you a small kiss on your own, still smiling. “It’s cute, ‘loved knowing at least one person was paying attention to me.” He chuckled as you raised your head, still blushing fervently. He leaned in for another kiss, but this time it was much more needy, resting one hand on the nape of your neck and the other on your hip. Your hands entangled themselves in his hair, pulling your bodies as close together as possible. 

“I’ve thought of you, so many nights.” You whispered between kisses. “Trust me, me too, darling.” Francis groaned, biting down on your lip. You decided to tease him and keep your mouth closed. In turn, Francis snaked the hand on your hip up under your shirt, causing shivers to be sent up your spine, as you moaned into the kiss, which Francis took as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice he could, mapping and memorized the sensation.  You tugged on his hair, causing a moan from him to vibrate through you as he explored the inside of your mouth, your arousal growing further in your core. He cupped your breast through your bra, causing you to break from the kiss for a moment and moan his name, him looking at you, pleadingly, for consent to go further. You gave him an over-enthusiastic “yes” just before you kissed him again, but before either of you could continue further on, a loud ring ran through your house, coming from the doorbell. Whimpering a little, disappointed you had to pause your wonderful makeout session with Francis Mosses, you stood up, smoothing out any wrinkles on your clothes. Heading towards the door, you ponder over who it could be. You knew you shouldn’t have any visitors today, and you certainly weren’t close enough with your other neighbors for a surprise one. As you leaned up to peek through the peephole, all you were met with were eyes just like your own, a face sculpted just like yours, with the most sinister smile plastered on. It was your doppelgänger.

#francis mosses #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #i need this man carnally #im so down bad its insane #this is also so bad and so self-indulgent #also cross-posted on ao3 #tnmn #milkman #milkman x reader