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starry-bi-sky · 20 days

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Stuck in the middle of a forest made of

Flesh and bones and they're all scared of

A lost little boy who has lost his heart

Fear's not enough, they have to

Tear him apart —-------

There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well:

He’s adopted.

He can’t remember anything else before that.

‘Adoption’ is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Alicia’s cabin, and then she went and got her parents.

What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didn’t belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isn’t there, and when it isn’t his mind stutters, like he’s tripped at the top of a steep hill.

When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. He’s twelve.

(He thinks that’s his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.)

The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.

It’s… a strange experience, to go to a ‘new’ home when he doesn’t even remember his old one.

The official adoption process… happens. He can’t say it’s easy, or difficult. He’s oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny can’t say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, that’s one new thing he knows about himself.

His adoption papers say ‘Daniel J. Fenton’. Danny remembers staring at the name ‘Daniel’ for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But it’s not Daniel. But he doesn’t know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.

(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Danny’s shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Danny’s mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the man’s fingers for daring to touch him.)

(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fenton’s heavy hand stays on him.)

They found Danny in the summer. It’s a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says it’s enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that they’ll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.

(There’s something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesn’t know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)

Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesn’t want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe.

He turned back around and went inside.

—-------

Where do we go

When the river's running slow

Where do we run

When the cats kill one by one

—------

One day, when the house is empty — or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.

He’s almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal.

It’s not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking.

He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter.

Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved — about what? — before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind.

(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)

After that, he leaves the house more. It’s more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous.

He’s not sure how to feel about that — he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.

—------

Hazel beneath our claws

While we wait for cerulean to cry

Unsettled ticks run through time

Enough for the hunt to go awry

—-----

There’s another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesn’t know who, but he knows they must have been close; he’s always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own.

He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when he’s lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He can’t remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when he’s not thinking. He can’t.

Danny’s found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward.

(“That’s a pretty song, Danny.” Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized he was humming. “What is it?”)

(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesn’t know what song it is, but it’s not for her. “I don’t know.”)

He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel like he’s missing a chunk from himself. He wouldn’t be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand that’s missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell.

A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, he’s holding onto someone smaller than him, they’re tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. He’s humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny can’t remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his.

He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their father’s, that his person — a sibling? That feels right — will be… the word fades from Danny’s mind before he can make sense of it.

His person hugs him tight, his… brother? And their mother — a woman whose face he can’t remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless — appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, ‘her sons’. There’s ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.

Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.

—-------

Harpy hare

Where have you buried all your children?

Tell me so I say

—-------

When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that he’s smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one he’s getting now.

Everyone knows he’s adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but it’s not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.

He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.

Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesn’t remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own.

(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)

(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. It’s easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)

(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principal’s office later, he wisely doesn’t mention the worse things he could’ve done than break Dash Baxter’s nose.)

—--------------

It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders

And they will never

Hear me here listen to croons and a calling

I'll tell them all the

Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow

Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare

—-------

More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother.

Danny can barely remember the lyrics, he’s begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that it’s the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. He’s a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten.

His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once he’s almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isn’t home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands.

They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. It’s beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely.

It is a fast dream.

His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. “Watch your feet, habibi.” He murmurs low, a hand on his back. It’s hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.

His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods.

The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air — impossible, it should’ve been, at least. He never trips. — and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him.

The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldn’t have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He can’t find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal.

His mother and brother’s horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train.

(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ‘train fall’ in his journal, before he’s flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.)

—---

She can't keep them all safe

They will die and be afraid

Mother, tell me so I say

(Mother, tell me so I say)

—-------

When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he can’t remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again.

The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he can’t recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen — he doesn’t need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person.

(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was — was? Is — a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly — the grooves worn to fit his palm. They’re just a little small.)

(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. He’s kept it on him ever since, like he’s reunited a lost limb to himself.)

Danny doesn’t have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. He’s haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. He’s ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesn’t, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he can’t figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father — what, he can’t remember what — then his little brother will be a little bird.

(He doesn’t have a name for his brother, yet, but he’s calling his birdie in his head. It’s better than nothing.)

—------

Seeker, do you ever come to wonder

If what you're looking for is within where you hold

Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path

You'll soon forget

Home

—---------

When he’s fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is.

When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. It’s blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Danny’s mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.

‘Lazarus,’ he mouths to himself. It’s familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesn’t think she’s that too far off.

He doesn’t tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.

He ends up calling himself Phantom.

(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.)

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Home is where we are

Home is where you are

Home is where I am

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Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #amnesiac danyal al ghul au #songs in order of the album: the hartebeest / harpy hare / and the hound / neath the grove is a heart #musician danny has my heart and soul #yes this danyal IS an alternative danny from the other au. an au where things were a little better :) but still sucks #implied good mom talia al ghul #danyal is a momma's boy send tweet #dpxdc ficlet #dpxdc prompts #dp x dc au #dp x dc fanfic #danyal is sTILL five years older than damian in this au #no beta no edits we die like danny fenton #poc danny fentons #i didnt know where to end this :(( i was gonna go on but i blanked. i thought about going into his relationships with his rogues and so on.#but that felt too much like trying to just increase the word count rather than actually writing?? if that makes sense #ugh im gonna have forgotten to include things and im gonna be kicking myself later #morally ambiguous danny whoo! we love to see it #since this was just for fun it doesnt really go into it all that much other than like. it happens. and that danny realizes he's dangerous #phantom in a hazmat suit? nah phantom looking like an assassin >:].#danyal al ghul with damian and his mom: 🥰🌸✨#danyal al ghul with everyone else: 👹🔪#am i heavily implying that clockwork had smth to do with Danyal’s amnesia and appearance by the cabin? 👀 maybe #not enough danyal al ghul aus where him being an assassin actually. has some kind of affect on him

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luxaofhesperides · 5 months

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Ghostlights cuddling for comfort, but also they're oblivious idiots who are pining over each other but thinks its unrequited

“Ugh,” Duke says, dropping down onto the bench besides Danny.

Danny nudges him with his shoulder. “Rough night?”

“Slept for like an hour,” Duke mutters, “This sucks. My head’s going to burst like balloon and my eyes are about to fall out.”

“Yikes. You know, you could have just canceled for today. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Duke sighs and presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “Maybe, but I would have minded. We barely see each other anymore, man. I’ve missed you.”

“Oh.” Danny bites his lip, trying and failing to stop from smiling. Something soft in his chest glows at the words, a growing spark of happiness in knowing that for this, at least, the feeling is requited. It’s nice to hear that he was missed, and it would be even nicer if Duke wasn’t in pain, pushing himself just because he didn’t want to cancel. Carefully, Danny reaches for him and pulls his hands away from his face. “Here,” he says, “Let me.”

His hands are always cold. Most of him is cold, really — side effect of having an ice core. Sam told him once that his hands were better than an ice pack, and he’s hoping she’s right or this is going to be weird.

Danny gently presses his fingers against Duke’s temples, his hands cradling Duke’s face. Duke is tense for a few seconds, then abruptly relaxes, leaning into Danny’s hands.

“Is this helping?” he asks, voice hushed to keep from aggravating Duke’s migraine.

“Mhm. Yeah, it feels great. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke goes completely limp, leaning against Danny. They sit there for a minute in silence, the rest of the world feeling far away. As nice as it is to just exist together, he knows what Duke needs most right now is quiet and stillness. Gotham is very much not that, and every honking car that passes by makes Duke wince, trying to turn away from the road even more.

“Hey, let’s head back to my place. It’s close by, and a lot quieter than out here.”

“Are you sure? I know we planned to go to the arcade today…”

“The arcade can wait. You’re more important.”

Duke blinks open his eyes and looks at Danny with something soft in his gaze. Being so close together, barely any space between them, with Duke looking at him like that makes Danny’s cheeks flush red, unable to think anything but please kiss me.

Which is never going to happen. Duke is his friend, and just his friend, no matter how much Danny wishes they could be something more. It’s a pipe dream, something so impossible it’s almost laughable.

Duke likes being friends with normal human Danny. He doesn’t want to imagine how he would react if he found out about Danny being half ghost, assuming this imaginary reveal happens without Danny being hunted down and cut open by GIW agents.

He’s still in hiding, always waiting for the worst as he stays in the apartment his friends (living and dead) had set up for him. The building is for ghosts so it technically doesn’t exists, which means it’s the safest place for Danny while he’s actively being hunted by the US government.

He can’t be honest with Duke. Can’t be as close to him as he wants to be. Duke deserves more than to be dragged into Danny’s problems and put in danger.

Even so, Danny can’t help but want him around, pushing his luck each time they hang out.

“Come on,” Danny urges, standing up. He pulls his hands away and Duke’s brow immediately furrows, his pain returning. “It’s only a few streets away.”

Duke sighs, then visibly braces himself before he stands up. Danny tucks himself into Duke’s side, taking as much of his weight as he can as he walks them down the street. It’s times like these that he wishes he could reveal his powers safely and just fly them to his apartment. But even without the GIW gunning for his head, showing off powers in Gotham is a sure fire way to get a target painted on his back.

“Almost there,” he says as they turn a corner.

His apartment doesn’t have a fixed address. It doesn’t have a fixed location at all, drifting around, but it likes this street the most, so this is where it usually is. Danny takes them halfway down the street, then turns into an alley, following his ghost sense.

Where there’s usually a dead end is instead a building, looking as if it’s always been tucked away in this alley. Danny keeps a tight grip on Duke as they climb the front steps, silently asking for the building to let him stay while he’s with Danny. The door opens easily, which is as good as an agreement, and they’re inside without anything going wrong. The small entrance lobby is empty, with an area for packages filled with clearly magical artifacts carelessly wrapped in bubble wrap.

Danny drags them past that quickly, hoping Duke doesn’t notice, and calls the elevator down. It arrives silently, the doors opening to let another tenant out. Carefully, Danny positions himself in front of Duke, making sure he doesn’t see how the tenant, who nods at Danny, has a still bleeding wound in his stomach that has him nearly split in half.

“Alright,” he says, ushering Duke into the elevator, “Just a little ride up and then you can lay down.” He hits the button for the fourth floor and they ride up in silence, Duke dropping his head down to onto Danny’s shoulder again, wrapping his arms around his waist as he stands behind Danny. He’s glad Duke can’t see his face; there’s no doubt that he’s blushing like crazy and if that doesn’t give away his feelings, he doesn’t know what will.

Thankfully the elevator ride isn’t long. If Danny had to go for more than a minute with Duke breathing softly against his neck, his warm hands on his stomach, Danny would have collapsed into a pile of flustered goo.

He opens the door to his apartment and kicks his shoes off. Duke follows in suit, still plastered onto Danny’s back, refusing to let go.

“Come on,” Danny says, leading him to the couch, “Sit down and I’ll grad you some water and painkillers.”

Duke nods against his shoulder, then slowly detaches himself from Danny and makes his way to the couch. He drops onto it gracelessly, pressing his face into a cushion.

Danny winces. He must be feeling really bad. He knows how bad migraines can be with sleep deprivation, having suffered through high school with only a few hours of sleep at night, if he got to sleep at all. Frankly, it’s a testament to Duke’s strength that he lasted the entire walk to Danny’s apartment without complaint.

He returns to the living room with a full glass of water and a bottle of Advil, setting them on the coffee table to crouch next to the couch and place a cold hand on Duke’s cheek. “Hey,” he says softly when Duke turns to look at him, “Is Advil alright? It’s all I had.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke sits up and shakes out three pills, then washes them down with water. He drains the rest of the cup quickly, then falls back against the couch with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

Duke immediately reaches a hand out for him.

“Um?”

“Sit next to me. I feel better when I’m next to you.”

“Oh! Alright. Bet you’re only saying that because my hands are cold.”

“You caught me,” Duke laughs, pulling Danny onto the couch. He goes easily, tucking his legs beneath himself, and places his hands on Duke’s temples again. “Man, I owe you my life.”

“I don’t think my cold hands are worth quite that much.”

Duke hums, but doesn’t say anything else, so Danny settles in and focuses on keeping his hands a little colder than normal.

The apartment is quiet. No sound from outside can reach them, one of the few ways the building looks after its tenants. Danny and Duke fall against each other, at ease with each other. There’s no need to fill in the silence, and with Duke’s eyes closed, Danny doesn’t have to carefully shove down his feelings and act normal. He indulges in the warmth of Duke’s body pressed against his, a hand on his knee and an arm around his waist.

He keeps his hands as steady as possible as he looks over Duke, adoring all the little details he can see; a small scar on his chin, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair falls into his face now that it’s long enough to keep in braids.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” Duke murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

You’re cute, he thinks, I feel safe with you. I want to kiss you. I wish I could be brave enough to be honest.

I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave.

“Nothing,” he says. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I might fall asleep though.”

“That’s fine. You know I would never say no to a nap.”

“Come here, then,” Duke says, and before Danny can do anything, Duke gets a stronger grip on his waist and pulls Danny down on top of him as he falls back towards the arm rest and gets his legs on the couch.

“Duke!”

Duke laughs underneath him, and Danny can feel it roll through him. Okay! This is definitely something he’s going to think about… forever. Wow, he can feel Duke’s abs tense up as he laughs, and has he always been ripped? Unfair. Also unfairly hot.

“Is this alright?” Duke asks, voice soft and quiet. There’s a hesitancy around his words that Danny doesn’t like hearing, and he brings his hands down to sweep his thumbs soothingly over Duke’s cheeks.

“Of course it is, man. I’d never refuse cuddles.”

“Okay. I’m gonna pass out now. Wake me in an hour?”

Danny moves his hands back up to his temples and says, “Sure. Get some rest, Duke. You really need it.”

He feels Duke relax beneath him, breaths slowing down as he begins to fall asleep. It’s peaceful and quiet and Duke is warm in a way Danny never can be with his ice core. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but curled up on the couch with Duke in the safety of an apartment that only barely exists has him drifting off in no time at all.

. . .

(Duke wakes up before Danny. Their legs are tangled together and Duke has moved during his sleep, turning so Danny is held tightly to his chest, his back to the cushions, while Duke is balancing very carefully at the edge of the couch.

It’s been hours, and he should be heading home soon, but he stays as he is, enjoying this quiet moment for as long as he can have it. Danny is in his arms, safe and content with him, his head no longer hurts beyond a residual ache he can easily ignore, and he can admire how pretty Danny is without being worried about Danny catching his lingering stares.

These moments are precious to him, rare as they are, and he wants nothing more than to kiss Danny once he’s awake and let his feelings be known.

But the Signal has lots of dangerous people after him, and Gnomon has started causing problems in Gotham again. So he’ll bite his tongue and keep his less platonic feelings buried under lock and key until it’s safe enough for Danny to be around him more often.

And when that time comes, he can only hope that Danny will feel the same way.

That’s all far away from the stillness of Danny’s apartment. All that matters is that he has Danny in his arms. Everything else can wait.

For now, this is more than enough.)

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dpxdc fanfic #prompt fill #my writing #once again unable to resist the urge to write abt living buildings #duke and danny are pining no stop bc they're both like 'this is a bad time for a relationship/i have to keep too many secrets' etc etc #while also cuddling and going on dates that they dont call dates out loud and sighing wistfully when they think of each other #taking what small things they can while trying to hide their feelings....#some other batfam member is going to stumble upon them in public and chat a bit w dukes friend #then walk away texting the group chat like 'hey duke and his friend are madly in love but too shy/stupid to do something abt it.#lets play cupid lol' and then theyre all trying to get duke and danny together #it gets to the point that every time they hang out it ends with them doing some nonsense to escape the batfam and their kind but unhinged #attempts to get them together #thanks for the prompt!!!

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brothebro · 2 years

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Okay so dp x dc because I’m hyperfixated af.

Danny, at his mid twenties probably, living in Gotham after having left Amity Park forever because of the GIW and working in Wayne Enterprises as an engineer. He has Tucker forge an ID for him of course, and he choses as his last name his birthparents surname. Aka Grayson. Yes, that Grayson family. Let’s say they gave Danny up for adoption when he was little because they couldn’t care for him or whatever other reason.

Okay so, we have one Daniel Grayson looking identical to one Richard Grayson working for the Wayne Tech department. What could possibly go wrong am i right? Except of course, a lot can go wrong, or rather, a lot of misunderstandings can happen. So, that’s how we have almost everyone in Wayne Tech thinking they are working with Dick Grayson — especially if Danny’s work id thing just says D. Grayson— and Danny is happily oblivious if mildly confused as to why everyone seems to be walking on eggshells around him. (He knows he can be intimidating as the Ghost King but hey, he’s just nerdy Danny at work, his aura can’t be *that* bad, can it?)

Ah, also let’s say it’s everlasting trio too, and Tuck works as a software engineer for Wayne Tech too and Sam is probably working for an unrelated non profit about the environment or something and all three of them are living together (are married? Maybe?)

In any case, it starts from Wayne Tech but spreads to the rest of Gotham that Brucie’s eldest got married in secret and is apparently working in his father’s business.

Cut to the one and only Dick “Nightwing” Grayson who lives and works in Bludheaven hearing the hot gossip about himself. He thinks it’s absurd. He thinks it’s crazy and then he stops and properly *thinks*. Okay, okay, he might have to look into it further because clones are a thing and if one has infiltrated Wayne Enterprises they could be in deep shit.

Bruce, meanwhile is hurt that Dick didn’t invite him to his wedding. He thought that of all of his children likely to get hitched in secret, Dick was the least probable one to do it.

#bro writes fic #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dick grayson #danny phantom #everlasting trio #danny and dick are twins au #if someone wants to write it lemme know first pls #<3

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echoing-gravity · 1 year

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Danny would totally wear this as an inside joke

im just picturing a scene with Danny(as Fenton) in the green hoodie, and he's with his parents and they're in a meeting with Bruce Wayne World greatest detective, who Danny knows is batman somehow, and he's just.. sweating.

"It's a lie! I'm not a ghost"

Is on repeat in his head or somethin.

Or like a scene where Bruce is like, being shown around Casper high, cuz their investigating the giw, and the ghosties and what not so Bruce decided to have tim go to school there undercover.

AND WES BEING WES, SEES DAnnys hoodie and goes off. No one from amity takes him seriously. He is mocked by dash.

This happens. Infront of batman. Worlds greatest detective. Tim is there too. (Becuz I am in braindead hell. And there's less than 100 braindead fics in existence and that's not okay.)

Tim is thinking "not another fucking conspiracy theorist"

This could have soooo many identity potential reveals shenanigans.

Danny's a dumbass. This would totally happen. Someone who isn't me write it, or draw it. He would absolutely wear this. Tucker and/or sam sees it in some hot/topic esk store and gets it as a gag gift. Danny wears it unironiclly. They regret their life choices.

Someone in the comments said Jason would totally want to wear it to annnd

Now I'm just picturing Jason and Danny being all twinsies and just fucking with Wes even more.

Wes is like who? The fuck? Is that? And he goes in the complete wrong direction for once and: "OMFG DANNY'S PARENTS CLONED HIM!!!!" Says wes probably.

"Okay whatever wes" says dash.

"Those mad scientists are making a fucking army" wes whispers harshly.

Tim hear this. No context. He has just walked around the corner. Misunderstandings about the investigation insue.

Also I've decided that Jason is also there at Casper undercover, and they hate working together tim and Jason, but like never go undercover alone. Always have backup.

Maybe it's a love triangle? Them fighting over Danny. Sam is completely aware of this, and Hates every second they are near Danny. Who is a known bisexual

Tucker is oblivious and is like "How tf do u not like Timothy drake-wayne!!!! Do you know how much high tech nerd tech EXISTS because of him?! Wtf sam"

Sam is having a bad week.

#dp x dc #brain dead #danny fenton #tim drake #bruce wayne #wes weston #story prompt #dead on main

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nanenna · 3 months

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Today I remembered that my favorite thing about having so many AUs is to pick up 2 AUs like Barbie dolls and clack their faces together while making smooching noises.

Behold my beloved DCxDP AU amalgamation monster: DeamonTwinAU and PhantomThiefAU (aka: Selina gives Danny a slutty slutty cat suit, good times)

The story vaguely goeth thusly: Danny is a halfa, the Balance, the Bridge Between Worlds, he is....... the Observants' glorified gofer. You see, there are a lot of cursed/enchanted/ghostly artefacts floating around loose in the living Realm and they need Danny to go retrieve them. Danny would rather not, but they just won't leave him alone about it. Can't a guy just live? At least let him poop in peace! Ancients! Fine, he'll do it if it'll get them to shut up. (Spoiler: it does, in fact, not get them to shut up.)

But you see, Danny has a secret: he was raised in an assassin ninja cult (at least for the early years) before getting adopted by the Fentons. Now the killing? Not a fan, no thanks, he's working on not increasing his kill count, thx. But the sneaking? He could use that. Sneaky ninjas are also good thieves, right? So he cobbles together a knock off League of Assassins outfit, buys a cheap portable lock picking set, and decides to make a game of how far can he get without using his powers (much. He's new at this okay?)

Batman is not having fun. There's some (possible?) League assassin running around stealing verified cursed/magical artefacts! Is Talia planning something? Is Ra's planning something? (Isn't he for real dead? Silly reader, no one is ever for real dead in DC.)

Robin is super frustrated. For all the same reasons Batman is but also because he just knows this new rogue is taunting him. Personally. Because he's Damian al Ghul Wayne and the whole world revolves around him, obviously. (And also because he once pointed at Robin and laughed before jumping out a window.)

Selina is intrigued. Who is this kid? How does he know what to go after? How does he keep evading the bats? Luckily she runs into him mid heist (fortunately they had different targets, she's intrigued but not enough to hand over her shinies to him) and oh he's adorable! She has to train him, it would drive Brucie up the wall. But then she sees his face and oh, she knows exactly who he is, even if he seems oblivious.

Because Danny? He's in Gotham for the ecto, for the Thomas Wayne full ride scholarship he managed to snag, and also because for some reason Gotham is full of so many cursed/ghost artefacts. (Lady Gotham is seething, she worked hard to collect all those curses! But this is her beloved dark knight's kid and she kinda wants him home. But she also doesn't want to give up her curses!) Back to the point: Danny doesn't care about ANY of the rich bougie people. The Waynes give out a lot of scholarships? Cool, that's nice and all. They probably also rub elbows with Vlad or Sam's parents. No thanks. Doesn't care. He's got better things to worry about.

Selina has got a plan though! She's gonna teach this boy how to thief properly, starting with better tools (including the slutty, slutty cat burglar outfit). She also knows that she can't let any of the Waynes (in or out of costume) meet Danny (out of costume). So does Lady Gotham. So does the universe apparently (or just Clockwork maybe), because all kinds of unlikely things keep happening to prevent it.

Danny is having so much fun though! He's learning new skills. Selina is giving him an allowance so he's not living off ramen and peanut butter sandwiches, he's doing well in school, he gets to stretch his ghost powers regularly to go above the smog cover and star gaze in peace. Everything's coming up Danny.

Selina decides it's time to flaunt her find in front of Brucie and makes Danny go to a gala as her date, she spends the entire time clinging to his arm and introducing him around to everyone. Including Bruce himself (who just so happens to have Damian in tow). Danny may not recognize Bruce, but he sure recognizes Damian, and Damian recognizes him if his utterly flabbergasted face is anything to go by. But Danny remembers what it was like living in the League. And so far as he knows Damian is still in it, he was the Demon Head's heir after all. Damian made sure of it.

Oh it. Is. ON! Now Danny is on a mission! A sibling rivalry mission! He is going to make Damian's/Robin's a living hell. Selina going on a heist that has no magical artefacts? Danny's there anyway, always have back up. That necklace in the museum has barely any powers and he wasn't even going to bother with it? Too bad, it's back on the list. He has no reason to be out at all but the bats are on patrol? Well so is Danny. Catch him if you can, suckers!

It's good for Danny, it's enrichment!

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dc comics #batman #danny phantom #nenna writes #just having fun playing with my legos #snap these two pieces together and see what we can build

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Hi! I was thinking of a F1 request (male reader preferably) where 2 drivers (or more) like the reader and are kinda fighting for attention, flirting and generally being sweet (like bringing reader his favorite drink etc) but reader is too oblivious to realize it happening. Eventually readers best friend (I was thinking Yuki or Danny) tells him but he stays in denial, despite liking the idea. Eventually one of the others confesses and pushes the other/s to do it as well and reader gets stressed about disappointing them, but they agree they can all date him (alternate ending: he picks one and the others deal with it lmao) and it’s just a happy and fluffy ending. I was thinking maybe Max and Charles, or maybe Lando and Oscar but honestly it kinda works with any combination. Like I said it can be 2 or more drivers, and I understand if you aren’t comfortable writing because everyone isn’t always cool with this type of stuff so ofc I’ll respect it if that’s the case. Have a good day!

BOTH? BOTH! ᴸᴺ⁴ ⁺ ᴼᴾ⁸¹

summery - you are the McLaren media manager and take care of the McLaren tiktok and instagram (filming,posting etc) , so you find yourself working quite a lot with Lando and Oscar, your bff is Yuki :)

reader - male

warnings - use of y/n?

a/n- ty for the req! I decided to actually try to write a poly relationship this time so sorry if it's bad, also I chose Lando and Oscar because I wrote so many max things soz

requests are open! reblogs are very appreciated :)

You are McLaren's social media manager, you film all their tiktoks,instagram posts and whatnot, so you're quite close to both drivers Lando and Oscar, some (your best friend Yuki) would say too close, but you never understand what he's talking about. Right now you're hanging out with Yuki in his place, you're sitting across him on the couch, he groaned and rolled his eyes at you as you put another +2 card on the table, drawing 4 cards from the deck "hey Y/N, how's the job at McLaren going?" he suddenly asked with underlying intentions you couldn't tell "it's fine,why you ask?" you answered Yuki with a raised eyebrow "oh no reasonn... you seem to get along well with the Lando and Oscar" he said while putting another card "isn't that a good thing,it's kind of my job, i don't want them to hate me" you said also placing a card down, you answer earned a shrug from Yuki "they seem to really like you" he said, you shook your head "impossible, but I'm not opposed to that" you answered while chuckling, after that Yuki dropped the subject and continued losing to you in UNO. A few minutes later Yuki decided to bring up the subject once again "So let's say you could date one of them,which one?" he asked, you rubbed your chin while thinking "hmm..can I say both?" you said, raising an eyebrow, you response earned a chuckle from Yuki "you can, but I don't think they'll like that" he said, and with that the conversation ended

You were sitting with the two drivers, scrolling on your phone trying to think about some ideas for the next tiktok video, you felt thirsty "I'm gonna go grab a glass of water" you said and stood up from the couch so it wouldn't seem like you're just walking away out of nowhere, you felt a hand force you to sit down,actually two hands, Lando's and Oscar's, you looked at them confused "I'll get you a glass of water" Lando said with a heroic voice before getting up, Oscar slightly elbowed the brit but Lando ignored that and walked to the kitchen area to get you a glass of water and returning shortly after and looking smugly at Oscar who rolled his eyes at Lando, making you think about what you and Yuki talked about earlier. Small things like that kept happening for the next few weeks, you saying you'll get something,ask for something etc, and the two boys jumping at the opportunity to provide it to you.

One day after doing some shootings for an Instagram post you were standing by yourself in a room, it was empty besides yourself, suddenly you were cornered by Lando, a determined look on the brits face "Hello, Y/N" he said, trying to make his voice deeper, you made a face and raised an eyebrow "Hello, Lando.." you said and put your phone in your pocket "I've got something to tell you!" he semi-yelled, you could tell he was kind of nervous "shoot" you said and waited for an answer from Lando "actually, Oscar also has something to tell you" he said and left, adding to your confusion as you stood there, moments later Lando came back,dragging poor Oscar with him "you go first, I'll tell him after you do" Oscar said and Lando nodded "but you are telling him, deal?" Lando said and Oscar nodded "tell me what? what's going on with you two" you asked in a confused tone "well...I think I like you,no, I know I like you, in a romantic way" Lando said first, without letting you even think, let alone open your mouth, Oscar started to speak too "Yeah, Me too, we both like you" the aussie said, leaving you shocked as you looked at them with your eyes widened "uhm...what..? you finally asked after a few seconds, you didn't know what to say, you thought about your conversation with Yuki, and how he said that the two would not want to date you at the same time, you felt a bit stressed, you didn't want to accept one and reject the other especially since you liked both of them, you train of thoughts was cut but Oscar starting to talk again "It's okay if you don't like us back, or only like one of us, but just tell us the truth,please" he said and Lando nodded,waiting for you answer "Well" you began "I like both of you, if that's fine, I just don't really know if you two would like to be in a relationship together, the three of us" you finished talking "we are more than okay with that!" Lando said enthusiastically, grabbing your shoulders and hugging you tightly, urging Oscar to join the hug. The three of you ended all cuddled up in one of their driver rooms.

#f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 fic #land #lando norris x reader #lando norris x male reader #oscar piastri x male reader #oscar piastri x reader #f1 x yn #landoscar x reader #landoscar x male reader #lando x oscar #lando x reader #male reader #x male reader #f1 imagine

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raaorqtpbpdy · 26 days

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God Only Knows

Everyone knows AU, but Wes doesn't know that everyone knows, and neither does Danny, because even though everyone knows, everyone also knows better than to acknowledge it.

For the prompts:

Everyone knows the connection between Danny Fenton and Phantom. To keep their town's hero safe, everyone pretends to be oblivious. Only this one kid doesn't seem to have gotten the memo. [From @vigilant-insomniac], and It's like Santa, the students of Casper High think. You know he's fake, just your parents playing pretend, and if Danny wants to play human, well. Who are they to ruin the fantasy? [From @uniasus]

This is a take on Wes I've never written before, despite having written quite a few Wes fics, and it was a lot of fun, I hope you like it : )

Read also on AO3

[Warnings for mentioned injuries, threats, and implied bullying]

Danny Fenton was dead. Everyone knew that.

After an accident in his parents' lab, he'd been rushed to the hospital and declared dead on arrival. He had an obituary in the paper, a grave. His death had even been announced over Casper High's PA system, and there had been a moment of silence, and all the science classes had done lessons on lab safety so that what had happened to him might not happen to anyone else.

Then, a couple weeks later, Danny Fenton was back at school like nothing had happened. Hanging out with his loser friends, going to classes, eating at Nasty Burger. Like he was still a regular kid. Except that beakers slipped through his fingers, and he kept walking through vending machines, and falling through the floor. Sometimes all or part of him would turn invisible, or he'd start floating a few inches off the floor and his friends had to pull him back down to earth.

Every time, he would look around in a panic, like he was hoping no one saw, and every time, those who had seen pretended they hadn't. It was Santa Claus, the Casper students reasoned. You knew he was fake, just your parents playing pretend, but it made them happy when you pretended with them. If Danny wanted to play human, well... who were they to ruin the fantasy.

Besides, no one wanted to be the one to remind him that he'd died.

Then the school was attacked by a ghost, and another ghost appeared to stop her. It was the ghost of a 14-year-old boy, wearing a Fenton Works jumpsuit. There was no mistaking that Danny Fenton, the dead kid attending their school, was also the dead kid protecting it.

But after a couple of days, it was clear that Danny himself still thought it was a secret, so everyone else silently agreed to let him keep thinking that. He'd been through a lot, and they didn't need to make it harder on him. Even Dash never brought it up—and he kept bullying Danny, for being week and unpopular, just to keep up the illusion that nothing had changed.

When out-of-towners started poking around, asking questions, everyone kept the secret. The strangers were clearly ill-intentioned, wanting to capture Danny for some reward. Even if he was deluding himself about still being alive, Danny was a good kid who protected the town. The least the locals could do as thanks was act oblivious to keep him safe. They were used to pretending, anyway.

Except this one kid didn't seem to have gotten the memo.

"Uh, yeah, I have some information on the ghost!" Wes called out to the Guys in White nosing around their school.

Kwan grabbed him, covering his mouth and dragging him around the corner before the Guys in White could see who'd called out to them. He felt something slimy on the palm of his hand and let go of Wes with a noise of disgust.

"What the hell!" Wes demanded.

"Did you just lick me?" Kwan asked, wiping his hand off on his jeans. "Gross!"

"Dude, you dragged me down the hallway! What gives."

"You were gonna spill to the Guys in White. You can't do that!"

"Just 'cause no one around here believes me, I'm just supposed to give up?" Wes frowned, crossing his skinny, freckled arms over his chest. "Somebody has to know that Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, I mean come on, it's obvious!"

"But if you tell the Guys in White, even if they don't believe you, they'll investigate him, and who knows what they'll do," Kwan pointed out. "Hasn't Danny been through enough? I mean," Kwan glanced around and lowered his voice before adding, "he died. Do you really want to make things harder on him after that? Don't you think he deserves a break?"

"Exactly," Wes hissed. "He died. He's a ghost. Ghosts are bad—and why are we whispering?" he added at a normal volume.

"You know that's not true," Kwan argued, keeping his voice low, despite Wes' complaint. "Phantom protects us."

"From ghosts that come through a portal he opened!"

Kwan flinched. Saying Danny had opened the portal was kind of misrepresenting the reality of the situation. Sam and Tucker had reluctantly told the story of Danny's death in the weeks he was gone, and it had been spread around pretty thoroughly before he came back. Everyone at school knew that he'd stepped into that portal and been completely fried. The portal turning on wasn't the part most people focused on when it was always immediately followed by 'while Danny was inside it'.

"I don't think you can blame him for that," Kwan said. "It was an accident."

"One that has yet to be corrected," Wes replied, his anger not fading. "Him fighting the ghosts doesn't stop them from attacking. If he really wanted to protect the town, he'd destroy the portal and stay in the Ghost Zone."

"What about the Fentons?"

"Who cares if the Fentons lose their precious portal when it's endangering thousands of lives!?"

"And you don't care if they lose their son, either?" Kwan demanded.

"So you do believe me!"

"You're a dick, Weston." He'd never called anyone a dick before in his life, but it seemed to apply here. "I don't care what you think, but if you try to hawk your theories on any of the ghost hunters around town, I'll make you regret it, and I'll bring friends, too. I've got a lot of them."

To drive home his point, Kwan shoved Wes against the lockers and glared before walking away. Gosh, that was so aggressive. Kwan hoped it had been okay. He didn't like doing it—he didn't even know if his face could hold that expression long enough to intimidate anyone—but if it kept Danny safe, that was what mattered.

At least Dash would probably be proud of him for it. Dash was always saying he needed to be more assertive to people couldn't push him around. Metaphorically, of course. Literally, Kwan was six feet tall and 190 pounds, even as a freshman, so there weren't many people who could physically push him around as it was. He didn't join the football team for no reason.

Thankfully, it did seem to work. Kwan had his friends—and he did indeed have a lot of friends, since he was a very friendly and likable guy—keep an eye on Wes until the outside ghost hunters declared the hunt a bust and skipped town. He didn't know whether Wes had noticed or not, but either way, he hadn't tried to expose Danny to them again.

Too bad that didn't last. A few weeks later, Wes went directly to the Fentons.

"No one else will believe me, but your son is a ghost!" Wes told them. "He's Danny Phantom!"

Jack and Maddie both froze. They knew.

They knew, and they had both agreed to pretend they didn't. They shot at Phantom, always aiming a mile wide, and shouted threats, and loudly declared their hatred for ghosts. They knew how it made Danny feel, but they also knew he still loved them. They were willing to do whatever it took to keep their son around, and they feared that if he were ever to tell them he was a ghost, it would be because he was moving on and they'd never see him again.

"Why... that's ridiculous, my boy!" Jack declared, a slight waver in his booming voice. "Our son can't be a ghost!"

"But it's true!" Wes insisted.

"Don't be silly!" Maddie cut him off before he could start listing evidence. She knew all the evidence. "I think we'd know if there was a ghost living under our own roof."

"But—"

"You should keep your utterly ridiculous theories to yourself, because you sound absurd," Maddie said. "Now, if you don't mind, my husband and I have very important ghost hunting to get to. Don't you have homework to do or something?"

Wes growled and clenched his fists in frustration but left them alone nonetheless. Clearly, he wasn't getting anywhere with him. And he wasn't getting anywhere at school, to the point where Danny had stopped getting anxious and had started openly antagonizing him about it. Didn't anyone else in Amity Park have eyes, he wondered.

But in truth, he was the one not seeing, because he didn't see that everyone else was on the same page about Danny being a ghost, and he was the one being left behind.

"Hey, Wes-toenail!"

Wes rolled his eyes as Dash stormed up to him with a disappointed-looking Kwan in tow.

"Jazz Fenton told Sam Manson, who told Kwan, who told me, that you tried to tell Fenton's parents about your stupid conspiracy theory!" Dash sneered at him.

"It's not a conspiracy theory," Wes said. "There would have to be more than just one person involved for it to be a conspiracy theory. A conspiracy theory would be like if I claimed everyone in town was working together to hide the fact that Fenton is Phantom," he was too busy rolling his eyes again to notice the look Kwan and Dash gave each other, "but you're not, you're all just a bunch of sheep."

"And you're a... a..." Dash struggled, grasping around his thick head for a comeback.

"A blackberry bramble!" Kwan finished for him.

"A blackberry bramble!" Dash repeated firmly, then turned to Kwan with a confused look. "A blackberry bramble?" he repeated again, this time questioningly.

"Prickly, invasive, and impossible to get rid of," Kwan explained. "Sam and I also talked about her garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Dash then turned back to Wes, hardened his expression and said. "You're like a blackberry bramble, and no one wants you around."

Wes raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Why do you even care? I thought you hated Fenton."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want him dead again," Dash pointed out. "His parents are ghost hunters, and they're always shooting at Phantom. What do you think they might do to Danny if they actually believed your bullshit theory?"

"Get rid of him! Because he's a ghost! You know, the creatures constantly attacking our town and putting us all in danger?"

"The fact that you actually seem to believe that is why nobody at school likes you," Dash told him plainly. "That, and your general annoyingness."

"Why do you all care so much about protecting a loser like Danny Fenton?!" Wes shouted, loudly enough that it attracted the attention of everyone else in the hallway not already listening, and he threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "So he died, so what? It's the fact that he's still around that's the problem. Everyone seems to agree that they want ghosts gone until I bring up Phantom. A ghost is a ghost is a ghost, and all ghosts are dangerous, even the quote-unquote 'good ones.'"

He was breathing heavily when he finished his outburst, and suddenly aware of at least a dozen sets of eyes on him.

"That's enough, Wes," Kwan said after a beat. "Danny hasn't done anything to you, or anyone, and it's not fair for you to keep doing this, trying to expose him or... or whatever it is you're trying to do. You'd better cut it out. If this is a joke, no one's laughing, and if you're serious, then you're trying to take a real person away from his friends and family because of your own biases, and that's messed up, dude."

"Yeah!" someone down the hallway piped up. Micah, Wes thought her name was. She'd spit on his shoes when he tried to convince her of his theory.

"Enough is enough!" her friend agreed.

"You lay off Danny, he's already been through it this year already!"

Soon enough, every student in the hallway was chiming in their agreement, and Wes scanned the crowd, mouth agape, offended and outraged. When he turned back to Dash and Kwan, they both wore hard expressions. It looked weird on Kwan's usually jovial face, but it was clear they meant business.

"Whatever," Wes grumbled. He grabbed his math book out of his locker and slammed the door shut with a metallic bang. "You've made your point. I'll stop."

"Will you actually?" Dash insisted, raising a skeptical brow. "Or are you just saying that to get us off your back?"

"I will," Wes confirmed. "I don't need the entire football team and then some making my life a living hell. As long as Fenton keeps his distance from me, I'll do the same for him."

The warning was passed from Kwan, to Sam, to Danny, and in short order, Danny and Wes started avoiding each other. They barely so much as crossed paths anymore. Wes, begrudgingly, stopped trying to expose Danny, and Danny stopped teasing him for his failures, and it finally seemed like Amity Park's ghostly hero could go on protecting the town in peace.

But things weren't always what they seemed, and one day, there was a fight. At first, it seemed like a standard ghost fight, Danny Phantom versus some vampire-looking asshole.

Based on the banter, it sounded like this wasn't their first encounter with each other, so the civilians of Amity Park tried their best to stay out of the way and let Danny do his thing. Parents calling their kids inside, the group of teens passing by ducked into the alley, the one riding the opposite way on his skateboard crossed the street to hide with them, safety in numbers and all that.

Then the tide of battle turned, and all of the sudden, Danny was losing, badly. The enemy ghost had started coming at him with powerful blasts that broke through his defenses and left him reeling. Danny howled as he hit the street, hard, and in a flash of white light, his appearance changed from hero to dweeb, and regular old Danny Fenton laid unconscious in the road.

"You can never truly best me, Daniel," the enemy ghost said, but he didn't have time to monologue.

The teens in the alleyway had a plan, and they were coming to the rescue.

Sam Manson somersaulted into the street, Fenton Wrist Ray™ already armed and at the ready, and she laid down cover fire at the enemy ghost while Dash and Kwan ran out to grab Danny and drag him to the alleyway where they'd been taking cover.

"Guess you can't tell me I'm crazy now," Wes said, smirking triumphantly as the two jocks put Danny down gently on the ground, propping his head up on Paulina's folded up jacket. "We all saw him turn into Fenton, that's proof."

"Will you shut up, Wes?" Paulina snapped while Star checked Danny over, trying to assess his injuries. "We knew that already."

"What do you mean you knew?"

"Everyone knew, the whole time," Paulina reiterated with a derogatory scowl. "It's like, super obvious."

"Then why did you all treat me like I was crazy?" Wes demanded.

"Because you are," Star said. "Not 'cause you think he's a ghost—because, like, duh—but 'cause you kept trying to tell everyone. Some things should stay secret you moron."

"Why you even wanted to constantly remind the dead kid that he's dead, I'll never know," Paulina added.

"Plus, you constantly trying to expose him was putting him in danger," Kwan said. "Phantom is a hero, and you were trying to get him killed."

"He's already dead!"

"Yeah, we know," Sam jeered at him as she returned to their cover. "Everyone knows. But you're the only person in the whole town who's being a dick about it!"

"Hey, that's the same thing I told him a couple months ago!" Kwan told her, delighted. "I never called someone a dick before, but I did, 'cause he was being one."

"Good job calling him out, Kwan," Sam said, sounding genuinely satisfied. "It's good to hear that you're being more assertive and standing up for yourself and others."

"That's what I said, too!" Dash noted. "God, it's so weird that I actually agree with you on stuff now."

"Can we get back to the fact that you guys all knew the whole time that Fenton was a ghost and nobody thought to clue me in?" Wes said, looking around at the rest of them incredulously.

"Clue you in the Danny was a ghost?" Sam asked sardonically. "I thought you knew."

"No, that it was apparently common knowledge and you all just felt like making a fool out of me!"

"You wouldn't have looked like a fool if you'd just kept your fool mouth shut," Paulina pointed out.

"You—"

Wes was cut off when Danny groaned into wakefulness and everyone's attention instantly snapped to the ghost boy.

"Mn... ugh," Danny took a shaky breath and blinked his eyes open, quickly widening in shock when he realized how many people were leaning over him. "Uh... hello, citizens," he said, putting on a voice in the hopes they wouldn't recognize them. "Please, step back and stay away from the—"

"Danny," Sam said, "You changed."

"Huh?" He looked down at his hand and gasped. "I mean, I have an explanation for this. I was uh... being overshadowed?"

"It's okay, dude," Kwan told him. "We're not going to tell anyone. This'll be our little secret. Right, Wes?"

They all looked pointedly at the redhead, who opened his mouth to protest, and closed it again, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Yeah, okay," he relented, though his left eyebrow was nevertheless twitching in irritation. "Our secret."

"We just wanted to get you out of the line of fire before Plasmius took things too far," Sam told him. "You know I've always got your back."

"Thanks," Danny said. "All of you."

They gave him their smiles and their 'you're welcome's while Wes griped and grumbled and left the alleyway with his bike to finish riding home. Plasmius had flown off shortly after Sam started shooting at him. He was content in his victory over Phantom, and didn't feel the need to fight a powerless child like her, so the coast was clear for the rest of them to leave as well.

Sam said goodbye to Kwan so she could walk Danny home while the rest of them resumed their walk to the mall. Sam had been planning to split off before they got their anyway, she was just taking the opportunity to chat with them—mostly Kwan, whom she'd accidentally befriended during Danny's brief stint of popularity earlier in the year (his 'goth' poetry was awful, but they'd bonded over gardening and a love of animals)—since her house was on the way.

"You gonna be okay, Danny?" she asked, as they walked arm in arm so she could catch him if he stumbled. "You don't have a concussion, do you?"

"Maybe?" Danny said, squinting uncertainly. He shrugged. "I'll be fine. I always am. I'm still just amazed how lucky it was that the A-listers and Wes, of all people, were willing to keep my secret. It's gonna be all over the school, tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Oh, I don't know," Sam said vaguely. "Kwan's a decent guy, at least. I'm pretty sure they'll keep their word."

Danny scoffed in disbelief, but didn't voice an argument. The rest of the way to Fenton Works, the chattered about whatever topics came to mind, just to keep Danny from falling asleep in case he did have a concussion, and when Sam dropped him off at home, she held off her mournful expression until she had turned away so Danny didn't have to see it.

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #wes weston #dp kwan #dp star #paulina sanchez #dash baxter #sam manson #fic #things i wrote #phic phight #phic phight 24 #everyone knows au #jack fenton #maddie fenton #light angst #full ghost au #sort of; it's implied anyway you can read it as full ghost au or not

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fruity-mega-coconut69 · 10 months

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Why Not Me?

Pt 2

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Brackett!Fem!Reader

[Summary]: You and Tara are head-over-hills for each other and everyone could see that. Well, apparently not everyone. (au where there were never ghostfaces and they just moved to New York.)

[Warnings]: Swearing?, my writing, slight angst, little fluff, not proof-read

A/N:Where do people get online friends? I want one so much! It must be so fun.

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“Come on, Y/N! You’re going to make me late!”

You hear Danny shout from the living room. You let out a huff as you finally put your shoe on with a big struggle, walking out of your room and walking over to your brother.

“I’m done!”You say, grinning cheekily at him.”Let’s go!”

Danny rolls his eyes, but chuckles nonetheless. The two of you walk a little before arriving at your neighbor's door , Danny fixes himself up and looks at you.” Do you think I look good?”

“Well…..”You say, looking him up and down. His eyes widen and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. You let out a snort before looking ahead of you. “Just kidding. You look fine “Danny sighs and glares at you, knocking on the door.

Soon, the door opens revealing a woman around Danny’s age. You look up at her slightly as she smiles at Danny. “Hey, guys. Come in!” You have met Sam a couple of times so you knew her well enough. And you also knew that she had a sister and a roommate. Also friends who often come over. You never were a person to go out into the streets and make friends or socialize, so to say you were nervous was an understatement. Danny and you walk in and see about 5 more people sitting on the couch. You give them a small wave before turning to your brother.

“I still don’t get it. Why do I have to stay in a house full of strangers? Why can’t I stay home?” You ask, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Maybe, because the last time I did that, the house was on fire by the time I got home!” He says, annoyed.

You scoff and cross your arms, rolling your eyes. “You’re the one that left me with no money to order”

Danny ignores you and instead takes Sam’s hand leading her out, but not before shouting to you. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours! Don’t do anything stupid! “And with that, the door closed and you slowly turned around, seeing the 5 people staring at you.

After an awkward minute of staring at you, one of them -a girl with short hair- stands up and walks over. “Hey! I’m Mindy. Nice to meet you!” She says, smiling.

You give her a small smile of your own and speak up.”Hi, it’s very nice to meet you too! I’m Y/N.”

She nods. “Hmm, I see. So you’re Danny’s sister right?”I nod and she smiles. Then, the other 4 people get up and walk over to you, introducing themselves to you. And just as Chad was about to invite you to sit on the couch, you all hear a door opening and footsteps approaching. You furrow your eyebrows. The footsteps get louder and soon, a girl comes into the living room. And once she looks up from her phone, you immediately recognize her as Tara from your history class. The girl you have managed to fall head-over-hills for, is standing about 3 meters from you, staring back at you.

Tara too, has been looking at you in a way that she had never looked at anyone else ever since the year started. She’s been admiring you and asking about you from different people. And as she is standing before you, her heart flutters at your rosy cheeks from the heat in the room as it is now almost November.

As the others stare at you and Tara, confused at the tension, Chad-being the oblivious one in the group- springs into action. “Hey, Tara! This is Y/N! She is staying with us because she is Danny’s sister and, well as you know he went on his date with Sam and he doesn’t trust Y/N so, she is here!”

Tara snaps out of it and walks closer. “Hey.”

Your cheeks heat up even more and you start fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. “Hi”

Mindy soon smirks as she realizes what’s happening and she leans over to her girlfriend, whispering to her. “Babe, I fucking told you she was fruity.” Anika looks at her confused, but Mindy points at Tara’s red ears as she talks to you, having found a shared interest with you. And also the way she is cracking her knuckles every 30 seconds or rubbing her palms together. Anika smirks and nods. The boys and Quinn had sat down on the couch, watching a show about detectives and all that.

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After that night, both you and Tara grew braver and spent a lot more time together. Whether it’d be your and Danny’s apartment, Tara and Sam’s or even on campus, you are now often seen together.

At first, Danny was confused as to why you guys were spending so much time with one another all of a sudden, but also happy. Having known about your not so small crush on Tara. The same With sam.

It was on a Thursday night that you got an invitation to a Halloween party in OKB this Friday. Although hesitantly, you accept after asking around and finding out that Tara is coming too. So then, came the stress the next day about what you’re wearing. After a lot of thinking, you settle on a Tomb Raider/Lara Croft costume.

At night, you walk to OKB and as soon as you’re inside, the loud music fills your ears and the smell of booze and sweaty bodies fill your nose. Your head is already pounding but you pay no mind to it as you start walking amongst the people in order to find Tara and her friends. When you see them standing by the couch in the middle of the room, you wave at them, trying to get their attention. Anika notices you and waves back. As you slowly make your way over, Tara notices and turns around, cutting her conversation with Ethan off, and immediately notices your costume. Her mouth goes dry and a lump forms in her throat as she looks you up and down, her palms turning sweaty and her heart rate speeding up. Her eyes travel to your stomach as it’s covered in dust and god knows what to get the realistic look you’re going for. Your biceps are also slightly covered in dust. Your forehead is sweaty from the heat of the many people in the room.

But it’s not only her, you’re too, awe-struck as you slowly take in her pirate costume. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you look down at the fishnets she is wearing with very short denim shorts. Then, your eyes meet hers and you feel your face heating up more and look away.

You clear your throat and miss the way Mindy looks at Anika with raised eyebrows.”So, uhm, hey guys. Looking good! “You say, trying to ease the tension. And it works, it seems, as the others greet you with loud ‘Hey’s’ and hugs.

Later that night, you’re standing next to a slightly intoxicated Tara. You have had too much to drink and are stumbling slightly as you lean on the wall behind her. She giggles.

“H-hey, T! Thar must be somethin’ wrong wit’ me eyes, I can’t loot them off ye.” You mumble out the cheesy pick-up line you searched up on the internet before going over, stumbling over your words.

Tara puts a hand over her mouth and lets out a laugh as she looks at you.”Oh my god! That was so bad!”

You frown and look down.”Aww, but I tried!”

Her laughter dies down and her heart melts as she takes her middle and pointer fingers and puts them under your chin, lifting your head up and staring in your eyes.”Are you usually this cute when you’re drunk?” You just tilt your head in confusion, the music blaring in your ears so loud you didn’T understand a word she said. She smiles and shakes her head.

And this goes on all night, Tara and you flirting shamelessly as the others-expect Chad and Ethan who are trying to get Ethan a girl- stand around, confused.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed. A pounding headache is already forming as you sit up. You groan and get out of bed, walking towards the bedroom door and opening it, the smell of Danny’s usual pancakes hit you like a truck and you walk towards the kitchen as fast as you can and sit down on the bar chair by the kitchen counter, watching as Danny flips the last pancake before turning around with two plates in hand, sliding one over to you.

You smile. “Thanks” Then start digging in. Before he sits down, Danny walks over to the cabinet and takes out some pain killers, giving you a pill with a glass of water. You give him a thankful look before swallowing the bite of the pancake and taking the pill.

“Rough night, kiddo?” Danny asks, finally sitting down.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t remember anything.”You say, taking another bite and looking at your brother.

Danny chuckles. “You will eventually.” Then, he remembers”Oh, and my boss expects me earlier today so you’re buying groceries. “ You groan but nod nonetheless.

After finishing your breakfast, Danny was already gone and you got ready to go shopping. Now, you’re looking for your purse literally everywhere in the apartment when you remember.

Shit. I gave it to Mindy last night.

You’re thinking maybe she’s over at the Carpenter’s apartment. You go over to the kitchen counter, taking Danny’s spare key and going out. Soon you’re unlocking the door to Sam and Tara’s apartment, walking inside and immediately looking for Mindy when you notice her coat on the coat hanger.

As you step closer to the kitchen, you hear the sound of maybe a body colliding with the kitchen counter. You step into the kitchen and what you see is nothing like anything you expected. It’s Tara. Pushed up to the kitchen counter by Chad as he kisses her. You rush to walk out as tears sting your eyes, only letting them fall after you hear the sound of their door slamming shut.

Your hand flies up to your mouth as a sob echoes through the hallway, heavy tears blurring your vision as you hurry down the stairs.

But, you’ll never know the truth. The truth that Tara had pushed Chad away almost immediately. Staring at him in disbelief.

“What the fuck Chad?!” She shouts.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I-I thought-” Chad stammers and stutters, his eyes widening.

Tara shakes her head and storms away, her thoughts almost immediately on you. Your cute flirting last night. The light slight touches that you did in your drunken state last night. She sighs and sits down on her bed, staring at your contact, a longing feeling in her chest. Tara scoffs and turns her phone off, holding her head in her hands.

#jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #scream franchise #scream vi #tara carpenter x you #jenna ortega #scream fanfic

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theemporium · 3 months

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cannot stop thinking about daniel with a younger!reader where he's so down bad for you. but as he says, he's an old man now and he can't always keep up with your sexual appetite. you're always so ready to go again and he's gonna need a long nap before his dick can even think of getting back up

so to make sure you're satisfied, he starts bringing in lando to help him out sometimes. but after a while, it stops being just sometimes and it's pretty much just... every time. and soon lando is sleeping in your bed with you and daniel, he's waking up next to you, and he's sitting at the kitchen counter with you while daniel makes breakfast. and without any of you ever really meaning for it to happen, lando just becomes an inextricable part of your relationship 🥺

NOT SEX BUNNY LANDO BEING THE SAVIOUR IN THE SITUATION😭😭😭

no but the way that maybe there had been passing remarks between them about lando being cute and it was just the right circumstances at the right time that led to them first inviting lando into the bedroom

but then it almost became a habit. like danny would be fucking her and she would be so close and he would start whispering in her ear what it would be like if lando was there, and she just becomes so fucking insatiable and he just can’t keep up with her

and it’s beyond lando just fucking the reader. daniel is also kinda taking the reigns, teaching lando and guiding him and making him feel good. and it’s almost like the way it was when they were teammates where daniel was the older guy kinda taking charge and lando was just happy to along for the ride

and the way the dynamic shifts for them in such different ways. I think lando just sees it as it is. he doesn’t try to think too deeply about it, he just knows he likes danny and the reader and he likes the way things are and doesn’t want that to change

I think reader kinda realises that she can’t just go back to her and danny. her feelings for lando are strong and it would break her heart to cut him out. lando makes her laugh and makes her happy and she doesn’t like the days she wakes up and he’s not with them, she craves him the same way she craves danny when he’s gone

but danny understands it. he gets it. he knows this is beyond fucking around. he knows they all love each other. he knows that you and lando are a little more oblivious to it but I guess wisdom comes with age. he knows what he wants this to be, that he wants to officially extend lando as a part of the relationship rather than a fuck buddy but he wants to do it in a way that makes sure he doesn’t scare either of you away because he wouldn’t want to lose you both

#cece answers #dando.thots

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radiance1 · 7 months

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there’s this one post that really inspired me but I don’t know where it was and shifting through liked posts will just give me an aneurysm so Imma just say my add on ideas stuff

Danny is a look alike of Thomas Wayne and Bruce watches as Danny phases through Jason’s grave and picks him up and helps him with all intellectual language of a doctor and so Bruce now thinking that this IS Thomas watches as he helps his son

that’s where I just can’t remember so Imma add on, Danny goes to the dc universe for a vacation from the ghost king via Clockwork and just goes around and settles down as a doctor where he helps a small alley who claim him as their protector or crime lord (who knows) and then he helps Jason with being buried alive and gets coffee with Grundy and such while Bruce and the batfam are watching him like a hawk, Jason is taken under Danny’s wing to teach him how to ghost

Not that up my alley, but I think I can work with this.

Danny, after settling down and helping out the alley he holed up with injures and sickness, has unknowingly been recognized as a small-time crime lord, well, one of them at least.

Maybe a few gangs hear about him, and try to get him to join theirs, probably by force of swallowing up his territory. Danny, the oblivious idiot he has, does not realize that him sending them running with scalpels and other medical equipment that wasn't supposed to be used as weaponry, cemented his position as a crime lord.

Maybe a few of the others around the alley that he's helped and after hearing about what happened and wanting to protect him, become recognized as other crime lord's of the alley that work under him or something.

idk.

So, then when Danny suddenly appears with Jason, who they recognize as Bruce Wayne's dead kid they just go what the hell and welcome him with open arms. Meanwhile, Bruce isn't having so great a time.

Because apparently, his father was alive all this time, and then the son he was mourning was also alive and trapped 6ft underground and he just, never knew. He left his son to suffocate under dirt for- who knows how many years.

Did he revive a day after he was put in the grave? A month? A year?

He doesn't know.

Bruce wants to step into this situation, say something, anything. But he doesn't know if he should involve himself in any sort of way.

Does he even have the right?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #okay here you go #have fun i guess

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heavens-hearken · 3 months

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head over heels

pairing: daniel wagner x afab! reader

summary: something happens and i’m head over heels

a/n: what’s up, babes! this is a fic i wrote for my beloved allie because we agreed there’s a severe lack of breeding kink fics out there and we cannot stand for it! so here’s this, i hope y’all enjoy! warnings under the cut!

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected penetrative sex, breeding kink! (uhhh i think that’s it, please lmk if i missed anything)

You had always been a hopeless romantic.

It only got worse when you met Danny Wagner. With his dark curls and his sparkly eyes and his crooked smile, he was a hero right out of your romance novels.

The moment you laid eyes on him, your heart literally skipped a beat.

You were introduced through mutual friends, at a backyard barbeque on the fourth of july; he was wearing a t shirt with the sleeves cut off and a blue swimsuit and there was a backwards cap perched atop his curls. You remember the way he smiled and told you his name and asked if he could get you a drink and you remember the way your stomach was overrun with butterflies within moments.

This was it. Your storybook romance was about to come to life and here was the knight in shining armor come to rescue you from the plights of modern dating. You could feel it.

And then it didn’t happen.

He stole your heart with that crooked smile and then he turned around and gave that same one to everyone else, every other girl. You wanted it to be yours, but it turned out Danny wasn’t interested in saving you from any tower. In fact, it seemed he was only interested in having some fun.

So, you pined and you yearned and you ached, hopelessly in love. You were a cowgirl and he was a wild mustang you could never tame.

And that was the reality you learned to make peace with- that you loved him, but he would never be yours. And because you weren’t an asshole, you kept being his friend. You kept up with the errands run together and the sushi lunches and the parties thick with smoke and wild with liquor. You were content with whatever piece he would give you, as long as you had something of him. Maybe it was sad and a tiny bit pathetic, but you were okay with that too.

What you weren’t aware of, was that every other person in your shared lives knew. How could they not? They caught the longing glances you would cast his way and the way you seemed fidgety and flushed every time he walked into a room. They saw it. The way you held on with two hands to every scrap he gave you.

It was someone’s birthday, a friend of a friend’s, but you were invited nonetheless and with you, you brought an old college roommate who lived out of state that you had recently reconnected with. Cat was a wet dream personified, from her looks to her confidence. And when you brought her out to the patio and introduced her to Danny and Dave, you saw Danny’s eyes light up like a tiger’s. When you glanced Cat’s way, you knew she had noticed and was ready to succumb to the role as prey for him to pounce on. And that was it. It was too much. You felt your vision blur with tears soon to be shed and your hands begin to tremble around the cup of liquor in your hands. So, quickly, you ran.

Cat, oblivious to your pain, shrugged and asked where the liquor was. Danny immediately offered to show her, but Dave, who caught the devastation in your gaze before you bolted, shoved him back down into the outdoor couch and offered up Sam as collateral damage. Sam, high out of his mind already and no idea of what was happening, simply stumbled toward the patio door and gestured for Cat to follow him into the house.

Danny glared at his friend, “What the fuck, man?” The words were sharp, but Danny paused when he saw the irritation and the disappointment in his friend’s eyes, “What?” Danny was clueless, completely unaware of why Dave was looking at him like that.

Dave huffed in disbelief, “You seriously don’t know what?” And when Danny shrugged helplessly, Dave simply spat out your name. This only confused Daniel more and when Dave saw this, he shook his head and pointed toward the shed where those who still smoked cigarettes were banished that you had bolted toward. “That girl loves you Dan. She’s loved you since I introduced you to her at Sam’s fourth of July barbecue two years ago. And you’re gonna fuck her friend?” Danny blanched at the words, following Dave’s accusatory finger toward where you had disappeared.

“I-“ Danny stuttered, stopping when Dave held up a hand.

“Tell it to her. Not me, man.”

Overcome with remorse at having hurt your feelings and desperate to mend what he had possibly broken, Danny pushed off the couch to his feet and without another word to Dave, took off toward the shed.

You were inside the surprisingly roomy shed, leaning against the workbench and pulling long drags off a Marlboro. He paused in the doorway, watching you bring the cigarette to your lips and then pull it away again, letting your head loll back as you blew out the smoke from your mouth. He saw you differently. He saw the blue nail polish on your fingers, the silver hoops in your ears, the beaded anklet around your leg, the way your lipgloss glinted in the light. He saw things he’d never taken the time to notice before, had taken for granted that you would always be there and he could notice them another time.

Then, the floorboard creaked beneath his foot and your head whipped around to face the noise. He saw your jaw tighten as you saw it was him and you turned away, crushing the cigarette under your foot, “Cat’s not here.” Your voice was flat, he never wanted to hear you talk to him that way again. He took a step further into the shed and he could feel you watching him in your peripherals.

“I’m not here for her.” His words were soft, but your brow furrowed at them. You scoffed when he took another step closer to you and shook your head, your arms crossing across your chest in a protective stance.

“What? Like you’re here for me?” Your words had bite to them, but Danny wasn’t fazed. He was looking at the way your hair fell and how your throat worked when you swallowed. God. Was he an idiot? How had he never seen it before? Seen you before?

“What if I was?” He ventured the question and you grit your teeth, fixing a glare on him.

“Don’t. Don’t be mean.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re being mean.”

“How?”

You scoffed, threw your hands up into the air helplessly as you spat out, “Because! Because I have loved you every day from the moment that I met you and you do not get to come in here after eye fucking my friend and act like you feel the same. That’s bullshit. And it’s mean. So if that’s what you’re here to do, just get out. Just go.”

Every word brought you closer to tears and Danny closer to you where you still stood, frozen like prey, against the workbench. He stopped in front of you and you looked down and away from his searing gaze, not sure what to do with yourself with him so close. “Look at me,” he commanded softly, gently. You brought your eyes slowly up to his and Danny noticed for the first time the light smattering of freckles across your nose and the scar above your left eyebrow. “I’m an idiot. I’m a moron. I’m hopeless.” He saw your throat work as you swallowed the lump in your throat, though you kept your gaze steady on his still.

“Why?” The words are whispered and Danny reaches out- slowly, carefully, like you’re a deer and he might spook you- and takes your left hand in one of his, rolling it over so your palm is face up in his one hand. With his middle finger of his other hand, he traces one of the lines on your palm. It’s your heart line and you try and fail to repress the shiver that comes over you at his gentle touch.

He hums softly to himself, then informs you, “Your heart line splits off at the end, curves downward. They say that means that you would sacrifice everything for love.” You exhale shakily at the words as he traces the downward curve in question.

“How do you know that?” Your words are on a breath and Danny looks up from your palm, his eyes are so dark you could get lost in them so easily.

He smiles, that sweet, crooked thing that made you fall so head over heels for him all those years ago and asks, “You don’t remember?” You shake your head and he chuckles, looks back down at your palm and the lines there when he continues, “Sam’s birthday party, you read my palm, told me the same thing.”

You inhale sharply, a slow, hesitant smile curving your lips when you ask, “You remember that?”

He takes a half of a step closer to you, your hand still in his. “It was a crazy night. Jake was talking in that stupid accent and Sam started making drunk omelets for everyone. You and I were the only sober ones in the room. I remember being so happy about that.” You had been too. It had lit you up inside to play mother and father to a bunch of drunk Kiszkas and co. with him. His brow furrows and his mouth opens and closes a few times, like he isn’t sure if he wants to say what is on the tip of his tongue, “I’m sorry it took me so long. I think I knew it the moment I met you, I just got stuck.”

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, “Knew what?” It’s barely a whisper, but he hears it.

“Knew that I love you. Knew that nothing would ever feel right without you now that I knew you. Can you forgive me?” You feel just one tear slip from your eye as his gaze returns to yours and you practically melt to the floor in a puddle at his feet.

“Oh, Danny…” Your voice breaks on his name and when he asks if he can kiss you all you can do is nod and melt against him when he wraps you in his arms and crashes his mouth to yours.

He tastes like tequila and you taste like the cigarette you smoked, but you continue to kiss feverishly despite.

Bending you gently back against the workbench, Danny deepens the kiss further. You’re holding fistfuls of his t shirt, desperate for him to be closer, to kiss you harder. You whimper his name during the rasping breath you both take and he groans, resting his forehead against yours as he begs, “You can’t say my name like that. I’ll have to fuck you right here if you do.” His hands are scrabbling at your hips, clawing up your back, combing through your hair.

You speak between pants of breath, “Please. Please, Danny, please. Fuck me. Right here.” He squeezes his eyes shut at your pleading and then he crumbles, glancing over your shoulder and spying the cracked leather couch stuffed against the wall of the shed. Without warning, he lifts you into the air in an act that makes you squeal softly and then giggle. You wrap your legs around his hips and kiss him again, forcing him to maneuver blindly to the couch on the opposite wall. He tosses you down onto it and stands over you, undoing his belt with one hand and gazing at you with a breath-catching heat in his eyes.

Reaching for him, he lets you take his hands and pull him overtop of you. He’s careful not to crush you, but you wish that he wouldn’t be. He kisses you, your mouths slotting together so perfectly it makes your head spin. You whine softly when he pulls away, pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck and your collarbone, exposed in your dress. He continues the line down your body, scraping his teeth gently over the hardened bud of your nipple and making you moan softly. He shushes you gently, then continues his journey lower. Though you’re twitching with pleasure and anticipation, you try to reassure him he doesn’t have to do what he clearly intends to do and he shoots you a glare. “You don’t even know how excited I am to eat you out right now. Now, where was I?” He continues his trek down your body, settling on his stomach between your legs that you have spread as wide as the couch will allow.

He pushes the skirt of your dress up your body, leaving you in thin, blue panties, and then presses a kiss to each of your hip bones. When he frees you of the confines of your underwear, he groans softly. Eyes glued to your center, he mumbles something about you being perfect and then without wasting another moment he dives into you. Your legs snap shut around his head as the first hit of pleasure shoots down your nerves and you have to bite your lip hard to keep in the moan that crests. You gasp his name as he sucks your clit into his mouth, rolling the bud over his tongue and groaning at the sound of his name on your lips. He works you over, bringing you to the peak of searing pleasure in what feels like moments. There’s almost no need for him to learn your body, he already knows somehow. When you’re shaking with overstimulation, he finally separates his mouth from your center and crawls up your body to meet you face to face again.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” Your words are a tad bit dreamy, but how can they not be when he looks down at you like you hung every star in the sky by painstaking hand.

Then, something crashes into him and he curses, “Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Are you-“

“I don’t care. God, I just need you.” You sound a little desperate as you cut off his question and a smug smile pulls crooked on his slick mouth.

He lowers his face to yours, kissing you once before moving to your ear, “Yeah? Am I gonna put a baby in you already?” Whimpering at the words, you can only gasp his name as he sucks a dark mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear. “My sweet, pretty girl… begging for me to fill her up… god, I want to get you pregnant.” When you moan his name this time it’s a plea and he answers with a groan of his own and then reaches down between your bodies, fumbling with his jeans to free his aching cock from their confines. When he does free himself, he guides the head of him to your entrance, just barely pressing inside.

You’re both breathing heavy, watching the other. You squeak as he slowly pushes inside of you and you hear his shaky exhale at the same time, knowing that the pleasure you feel he shares. He’s probably the biggest you’ve ever had, when he bottoms out he nudges your cervix with the head of his cock and there’s a tender ache searing alongside the sweet pleasure. He asks if you’re okay and you can only nod silently, your breathing shaky at best.

“Danny…” That one word is a plea and it spurs him into sudden action. Gripping the top of the couch with one hand and the arm behind your head with the other, he pulls out only to slam home quickly and all at once. A strangled gasp of his name is all you can manage, though there’s so much more you want to say.

He falls into a rhythm quickly, one that is brutal but so sweet. “Fuck, you feel like fucking heaven.” His words are gasping and desperate, his fingers white knuckled in their grip on the leather. “Oh god baby, I’m not gonna last I’m sorry. Feels too fucking good.” You’ve been chanting his name like a prayer, like it’s gospel, but you take in a shaky inhale and fist his t shirt in your hands to pull him closer to you.

“Cum in me. Please, I want it so bad.” Your begging words make him give a strangled moan of your name and his pace quickens and becomes uneven, his thrusts sloppy. You wrap your legs around his hips, bringing him even deeper into you and causing him to hit a spot inside of you that you’ve only been able to find with a very specific toy that will now lay abandoned in your nightstand. “I love you, give it to me. I want it all.”

He growls out a curse, his arm slipping from the arm of the couch to beside your head and allowing his face to lower to yours. He kisses you, speaking frantic words into your mouth, “I’m gonna cum, gonna fill my girl up. Gonna put a baby in her. Fucking hell. Fuck!” With that final curse, his rhythm stutters and you feel the warmth of his finishing spread out inside of you. You sing his name with him as he cries yours.

Collapsing on top of you, Danny gives a final groan buried into your neck. You press kisses to his sweaty temple, whispering his name and a handful of praises into his ear. You’re both boneless and spent, but after a few moments the weight of his broad, tall frame grows heavy on yours and you giggle breathlessly, “Danny, honey, you’re crushing me.” He mumbles a curse and lifts himself quickly, though you silently mourn the weight as soon as it’s gone.

He glances around the shed, looking for something but you’re unsure what. You’re about to question him when he looks down at you sheepishly, “I don’t think there’s anything in here to clean you up with…”

You grin slyly and a flicker of curiosity passes through his eyes, “Let it drip out of me. You’re finally mine. And I want everyone to know it.”

“Oh, baby, I’ve always been yours.”

#danny wagner x reader #danny wagner x y/n #danny wagner x you #greta van fic #greta van smut #danny gvf #danny wagner #greta van fleet #gvf #buffy tries writing

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❣️!more than friends!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X femOC (Cherrie!)

Word count : 7k

Summary : in which they were never just friends. Or moments where their love was obvious to those around them.

The reporter looked between lando and Daniel with a smile as they both knowingly looked back at him, already laughing between each other as they predicted what the topic of discussion was going to be about.

Their was only one thing that everybody was gossiping about and as their friends , the two men couldn't have been more happy to spill everything that they knew about the two of them.

"Can I ask you what your reactions are to the news?" The man asked them grinning , the camera blinking at them steadily.

Daniel hummed dramatically as he leant his elbow against landos head, both of them tapping their chins as they pretended not to know what he was on about .

As though it was possible to go more than a minute around the paddock without hearing their friends names being talked about.

"The news? Could it be the not so new news of how handsome I am?" Daniel mused with a teasing grin , wiggling his eyebrows at the camera .

Lando snorting in laughter beside him. Looking over at him with a grin as he played along.

"I'm sorry to tell you that it is shocking news Danny. I never heard of it before! You're good looks Are news to me!" He joked, ducking to avoid the slap to the back of his head that he knew was coming.

Daniel scoffing playfully at him as he ruffled his hair roughly . "Don't you know that's it's wrong to lie child? Your tongue will go black and fall out if you keep up this lack of honesty!" He exclaimed , grinning widely at him.

The reporter chuckled and shook his head at their usual antics . The two never taking anything he asked seriously.

"I'm afraid it's not about your good looks this time Daniel.." he started to say with a amused smile, Daniel tutting and muttering a faux unhappy 'shame' at him with a grin .

"I'm talking about the news of Cherrie and Charles now officially being together . They walked in hand in hand this morning after months of speculation from the fans. What are your reactions to this?" He asked them curiously .

Daniel couldn't have scoffed any louder if he tried, smirking in amusement as he shook his head at them in humour.

"I am not surprised at all. You could have told me that Charles was a Ferrari driver and I would have probably been more surprised at what I already knew!" He exclaimed , sharing a knowing look with lando.

The both of them having put bets on with the other drivers to when they would finally see the light and get together officially .

It had only been a matter of time before the inevitable happened.

Lando was nodding along in agreement "yeah . I mean, it couldn't have been any more obvious. It was so obvious that they were in love to everyone-"

Daniel quickly finished his sentence "but them! I think that they were the last ones to realise that they belonged together! Apparently love turned them incredibly dumb for a while there." He said truthfully , still amazed by how oblivious their friends had been to what had been so obvious to those around them.

It was no secret to anyone that knew them that Cherrie and Charles were in love. The kind of love that made everyone else feel a little sick with envy of their tight bond.

The way that they always stuck close together and constantly had some type of physical contact when they were together.

Their months of flirting had been almost painful for their friends to watch.

Giving each-other disbelieving looks when they would both argue with them that they were just friends , even managing to say it with a completely straight face while they looked down at them spooning each-other on the couch , arms wrapped tightly around each other like there was nothing going on.

Innocent looks plastered on both of their not so innocent faces.

Lando hummed "for me , I think it was the little things that they do for each other that made it even more obvious. They just seem to be so incredibly comfortable and in sync with eachother." He mused , a little bit jealous of the right bond that the two ferrari drivers shared .

It was unbreakable. That much was obvious.

The both of them beginning to think about all the times that it became increasingly obvious to the rest of their friends that Cherrie and Charles were meant to be.

The first time eyebrows had been raised towards the both of the drivers was in Spain when Cherrie had been doing her pre race interview outside in the hot Spanish sun.

Fanning her Ferrari shirt against her skin as she looked over to the reporter with a small smile , casually talking about how she felt about this race like she always did .

"I'm very excited. I think that I will do well and that as long as everything goes to plan.." she said while laughing a little at the irony of how often their plans went to complete shit thanks to their team. Charles more so than her unfortunately.

But she had hope that they could win, hopefully on a podium together . That was the dream .

"I think it'll be good , yes." It was as though all the English she had learned over the years was slipping away with each minute that she stood there sweating her ass off, chugging on a warm bottle of water and trying not to pass the fuck out.

The man nodded his head "and what about-" bedore he could ask another question , there was a obnoxiously loud shout of her name as they both simultaneously turned around to see her teammate running over to her quickly.

Charles was panting loudly as he held up his phone to her to show her the alarm that was going off on it, Cherrie raising her eyebrow at him in pure confusion.

"qu'est-ce que c'est?" She asked him(what is it?) easily slipping back into her native tongue now that he was there.

The only time that she ever really spoke English was when she had no other choice to, she wasn't as fluent in it as Charles was .

Despite the fact that her team had told her over and over again that she needed to practice some more to be able to understand those around her easier , she didn't really care to. If she was being honest.

She knew the basics and Charles was always there to correct her and help her along when she got stuck, it was no big deal .

None of her closest friends were English anyways , so why did it matter? She knew enough. And that was more than enough for her .

Charles sent her a pointed look , waving his phone at her impatiently like she was supposed to know what he was on about.

She absolutely did not.

"It's your pill time!" He reminded her impatiently , rolling his eyes at her forgetfulness as he then proceeded to casually pull out her contraceptive pills from out of his pocket that she needed to take at exactly eleven in the morning each day.

The both of them Ignoring the shocked looks that they were receiving from the press around them as Charles continued to casually pop her pill out from the plastic and handing it over to her like it was a regular occurrence between them.

Because It was.

Because ever since Charles had found out that she kept missing taking the pill out of sheer laziness and forgetfulness .

He had taken it upon himself to be the one to make sure that she took it each day , especially as he knew just how much of a party animal his best friend was.

He didn't want her to end up pregnant with some random mans baby because she had forgotten to take her pill.

Not if he could help it. In no world would he let that happen.

Cherrie gasped a little , smiling at him thankfully as she took the tiny pill from him and swallowed it down with a swig of her warm water .

"I forgot!" She groaned annoyed at herself for completely forgetting to take it again .

Charles just snickered smugly as he put the rest of the packet back in his pocket , passing her a piece of gum as he did so too.

"As always. What would you do without me?" He teased while nudging her shoulder gently bedore reaching into the back of her denim shorts pocket and pulling out her phone.

Typing in her passcode that was the date that the both of them had been signed a contract to ferrari together at the same time , he opened up her text thread and went to her mothers one.

Cherrie not at all bothered by him taking her phone, completely used to it by now. They shared everything and had absolutely no secrets between them, she just chewed on her gum and kicked at the crocs he was wearing in amusement .

Completely forgetting that they were being filmed.

As usual when the two of them were together, everyone else around them just seemed to disappear . In their own little bubble with one another .

No one else existed as she smiled over at him in amusement , fondness softening her eyes .

"Did you get dressed with your eyes closed this morning Charles?" She teased him, looking at his red Ferrari polo, bright white sports shorts and multicoloured crocs that matched her own.

A polka dot bandana pushed into his messy hair, cheeks tinted pink from the sun.

He looked a little loca!

Charles squinted his eyes up at her for a moment , still texting her mother as he waited for her to reply.

"You don't think I look good?" He joked while striking a pose for her so she could see his unco-ordinated outfit even better .

Having just shoved on the first thing he could find when the alarm for her pill had went off, in a rush to make sure that she took it in time. He hadn't cared what he looked like at the time.

But as he glanced over at Cherrie in her denim shorts and tight shirt, looking as beautiful as ever , he felt a slither of self consciousness hit him.

Knowing that she usually hung around guys that looked like they had walked out of some designer magazine. Tall, Muscular and stylish.

He was the exact opposite of them and the reminder of that didn't sit very nicely with him at all.

Sensing the slight doubt behind his lighthearted words, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and brought him into her side for a hug.

Kissing the side of his head gently as she ruffled his hair. "I think you look very pretty. I like it a lot actually." She told him , patting his bandana in approval.

Charles immediately flushed , letting out a flustered laugh as he gazed back at her. Admiring the way more and more freckles were coming out on her pretty face the longer that she stayed out in the sun.

"Really? I know I look a little crazy-"

Cherrie just shrugged "so? I like crazy! Better than being boring ." She said honestly before looking down at her phone in his hand.

"Why are you texting ma mère?" She questioned him curiously .

Charles grinned at her "I'm asking her for the recipe to those pancakes she made us last time. I was craving them all night . I'm gonna make us some!" He informed her happily , showing her the recipe that her mother had sent through , pleased with himself .

Cherrie gasped excitedly "the Berrie ones? J'aime ceux-là! As-tu de la glace pour aller dessus ?" She asked him hopefully .

(I love those! Have you got ice cream to go on top?)

He deadpanned at her , scoffing. "évidemment! je ne suis pas idiot !" He exclaimed , almost offended by her lack of faith in him.

(Obviously! I’m not an idiot!)

Cherrie just giggled and tilted her head at him cheekily "questionable ." Was all she muttered in reply.

It was then Charles that seemed to remember that he had interrupted her during her press duties , eyes widening slightly as he looked over at the reporter and cameraman who were watching them both in amusement .

"Oh crap! I interrupted you! Cherrie why didn't you say something!" He scolded her , snapping her back into the zone.

Her own face showing surprise as she looked over at them, having genuinely forgot that they were even there. Having got too lost in hers and Charles bubble to realise that they weren't alone again.

"I forgot! je suis désolé!" She said to the reporter with a apologetic smile.

He just shook his head at them with a laugh. This having not been the first time that Charles had interrupted her during an interview and ended up distracting her from what's as going on around her .

He was just glad that she hadn't walked off with him like she had before. The two were so oblivious and in their own little world where only Cherrie and him existed , it was more than amazing for everyone around them to witness.

There was also that time during another press conference with max and lando that they went viral again for how they couldn't stop complimenting each other the whole time while their friends watched on with knowing looks on their faces .

"I just think that Ferrari have a better chance this year . Charles is an amazing driver - one of the best in my opinions. He's very talented and every day he gets better and better-" Cherrie started to ramble, kicking her foot against Charles and grinning over at him sweetly .

Charles was going redder but the second, sinking down into his seat with a flustered giggle . Placing his cheek on his fist as he gazed over at her with hearts in his eyes.

Max and lando sharing a amused look between them as they once again forgotten by the two of them, the camera catching onto every smile a little sigh that escaped the two teammates .

"Ah! Stop it! You're flattering me too much. My head won't fit back through the door!" He laughed , grinning at her in adoration. His chest feeling warm from her constant praise.

She did wonders for his confidence , she really did.

"Non! Non! It's true! I wouldn't be friends with a loser! You're going to win! I'm manifesting it!" She insisted to him , nodding her head over and over again seriously .

Charles laughed loudly at that, finding it more funny knowing that she wasn't joking either .

The amount of crystals and candles that she carried around in her suitcase told him so.

She had shoved so many little rose quartz into his pockets and car that he could start his own collection of the crystals too at this rate.

"You too! We're going to win together! You're absolutely amazing at taking those corners on the track. You're just as amazing. You're one of my favourite drivers . Definitely best!" He gushed back to her.

Leaning down to grab a bottle of lemonade that he had brought with him , uncapping the top of it before handing it to her without saying a word.

She took the lemonade with a thankful hum, taking a large gulp as the reporter who had simply asked them how they felt about their chances of winning this year were, looked between the two of them with wide eyes.

What should have been a simple and quick answer from them had turned into half an hour of them passing compliments back and forth to each-other like it was a competition of who could convince each the other more of their greatness.

"Okay.." he cleared his throat amusedly "I think it's safe to say that you two are enjoying being teammates then? You are very supportive of each other."

That was a understatement .

Lando and max chuckled. Finding it amusing how red they both went . Almost the same shade as their cars.

Swallowing her gulp of lemonade she passed the bottle back over to Charles , smiling over at the reporter and crowd watching them.

"Err- Oui. Yes. Sorry-" she laughed a little as Charles drank what was left of the lemonade , her red lipstick transferred along the top of the plastic and also marking his own lips red as he pulled the bottle away from his mouth once he was done.

"Charles is the best teammate I've ever had. We get along well and it makes working as a team even easier for us.. we have each other's backs out there." She said truthfully .

Charles nodded along , smiling at her. "Yes I agree! I think this is the first time that I've ever felt so confident and assured with my teammate. It's like we can read each others minds and we just - we just understand each other. It's a nice feeling to have someone by your side that you can a hundred percent trust and rely on. She's my best friend." He told them , blushing a little as he looked across the stage and caught max and lando raising their eyebrows at him mischievously.

"Just friends mate?" Max teased, laughing along with the rest of the room.

Lando snickering beside him "I was just waiting for a marriage proposal somewhere in there!" He joked .

Cherrie just rolled her eyes with a grin while Charles sank down even further in his seat, his whole face glowing red in embarrassment. Biting down on his lip with a sheepish smile as he gazed over at Cherrie who wasn't flustered in the slightest.

She just laughed it off. "You're just jealous that me and Charles are bonded for life now! We're going to beat you guys easily!" She promised them cheekily.

The other drivers only got about ten more minutes of answering questions before Charles starting talking about how amazing Cherrie was again.

Even pulling out his phone and proudly showing the crowd videos of her that he had taken of her on the stimulator at his home.

Casually telling them that they both had sleepovers at each others place because it helped them to relax for the next race when they were together .

That he now couldn't sleep unless she was by his side. Then they both looked their friends right in the eye and stubbornly claimed that they were still,

"Just really good friends!"

Then there was the sauna room video that never say the light of day , where they had been given a camera so that they could film what they did in a day for the channel.

Charles had set the camera up on the bench opposite them, a towel wrapped around his hips as he sat down on the bench and looked up at her laughing .

"You need to take your clothes off Cherrie!" He giggled in amusement as he eyed the giraffe onesie that she was wearing.

Having just rolled out of bed after he had dragged her to the sauna with him demanding that she be in the video with him as well , that he just couldn’t do it without her .

She was still half asleep and lacking any filter as she yawned loudly , unzipping her fluffy pyjamas and yanking them down her body carelessly .

"I only just put them back on after you took them off last night.."she muttered with a moody frown. Not at all a morning person.

Kicking off her pyjamas and leaving her standing in front of him in just some red lace panties and nothing else.

Charles went as red as her panties , his gaze snapping over to the camera with wide eyes. Letting out a slightly nervous laugh as he wrapped his arm around the back of her legs and pulled her down so that she was sat between his legs instead.

"This is going on YouTube bébé." He reminded her quietly , giggling naughtily as he cupped her breast in his hands and squished them together like they were play dough.

She just leant her head back against his shoulder and frowned upon at him , unimpressed and still tired.

"c'est stupide. on doit nous filmer toute la journée ? ne sera-t-il pas ennuyeux ?" She groaned not getting why the team wanted them to film like this at all.

What did it have to do with racing?

(This is stupid. We have to film us all day? Won't that be boring?)

Charles just shrugged and grabbed another fluffy white towel, wrapping it around her body so that her tits were covered from the camera . Tucking it in underneath her properly bedore running his fingers through her messy hair to straighten it out for her.

"Are you call us boring people? I'm offended by that assumption!" He joked down to her.

Gently Pulling her head back so that she was looking at him upside down. Laughing at how moody she was when she got woken up so early in the morning by him.

He thought it was adorable .

Cherrie wanted to slap him.

"I was dreaming good..." she sleepily whined as she glared over at the camera filming them as though it was the equipment fault and not her annoying teammates fault for waking her up like this.

Charles grinned cheekily "what were you dreaming about? Me?" He teased her as he pulled the question cards that their team had given them to answer , over to him lazily .

Seeing a way to get back at him , Cherrie smirked slyly and winked at the camera mischievously.

"Non." She sighed still not looking at him, voice soft and dazedly as she continued to say. "It actually involved pierre and me in-"

She couldn't even finish her lie bedore Charles head snapped back down to her , thumping the back of her head with the palm of his hand without hesitation .

"Ow!" She laughed loudly as she rubbed at her head where he had hit and grinned up at him.

Charles scowled at her, unimpressed. "Good job it was a dream then because you and pierre are never being left alone together ever again!" He exclaimed , jealous just at the thought of his friend and the love of his life doing anything together .

Cherrie laughed even harder , pulling on some of his leg hair making him Yelp out in pain.

"Don't tell me what to do!" She grinned at him, threatening to do it again.

Charles trapped her hand in between his and pulled their hands to rest on his thigh instead , tutting at her playfully .

"Don't lie then!" He tugged at her hair scoldingly, making her laugh as they wrestled at each other for a moment, slapping at each other’s pulling and pinching fingers .

Bedore Charles finally gave up and let out a loud giggle as he pushed her off him, his hair sticking up in every direction thanks to their play fighting.

"Okay! Okay! Questions now!"

Cherrie settled back beside him with a sigh "go on then. Give it to me." She snorted when Charles wiggled his eyebrows at her dirtily. Slapping his side with a rolling of her eyes .

“Not what I Meant." She muttered amusedly.

He just smirked and looked down at the cards in his hands .

"Favourite thing about me?" He asked her, looking at her curiously .

She hummed , tilting her head at him.

“In what way?" She asked him confused to what he meant .

He pulled a face back at her , laughing a little. "What do you mean in what way? Like- what do you like about me? What's so confusing?" He snickered .

She just groaned "Charles! Like- " she struggled to find the right words in English.

Before giving up and saying in French "physique ou personnalité sage?"

(Physically or personality wise?"

Charles let out a small 'ah' and clarified "both." He grinned cheekily at her, wanting to hear her say something nice about him.

She side eyed him, suspiciously eyeing the cards that he wasn't letting her see in his hands. Wondering if they actually said that at all.

She went along with it anyways . Liking to see him smile.

"I like your entire face. It's a very nice face. Very Lovely." She grinned at him, poking his dimple hard.

"Ow." He breathed out a laugh, cheeks flushing pink as he leant his head back against the sauna wall, the both of them already sweating a fuck load.

Wiping the sweat from his face as he said "thank you! Is it the spots that do it for you?" He joked as he poked at one of the red spots on his cheek that he had been picking at all night , Cherrie having been telling him to stop all night too.

She slapped his hand away from his cheek with a huff "Charles! It'll get worse . Leave it alone! I've got the little patches to put on them in my bag. It'll be gone by tomorrow. They're like magic!" She promised him .

Knowing that despite him joking about his little acne flare up, he really was self conscious about it. So she leant over and gently kissed the area that he wouldn't leave alone.

"Still very beautiful." She told him fimrly , patting his other cheek bedore pulling away.

Leaving Charles to smile at her like a lovesick idiot, sighing long and hard.

"Okay next question. Do you agree that Charles is the sexiest driver ever?" He smirked at her.

Cherrie gasped and let out a loud cackle "it does not say that! Liar!" She tried to snatch the cards from his hands , Charles lifting them above his head as he batted her away from him while giggling.

"Yes it does! You have to answer it now!" He lied, grinning cheekily at her.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him and huffed, side eyeing him with a amused smirk as she shook her head at him.

"No I don't think you are." She said.

Charles frowned at her "what? Who else?! There was only one right answer and that was me!" He exclaimed unhappily at her.

Cherrie just snorted, having too much fun winding him up.

"You never said that! I'm just giving my honest answer . You do not win this one." She told him with a smirk.

There was a pause .

Then "who's the sexiest then?" He wanted to know.

Pouting at her unhappily as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall like a pissy child.

Cherrie laughed even harder . Eyeing him in amusement.

"Sebastian . One hundred percent ." She stated seriously .

Charles tilted his head. The both of them looking at each for a long moment , their eyes talking before Charles said

"Vettel? You think he's more sexy than me?" In a disbelieving tone.

Cherrie shrugged unashamedly "yes. He's like ruggedly handsome. Like that one teacher we all had a crush on in school but you know you shouldn't have. There's just something about him.." she sighed dreamily.

Charles whipped her with the spare towel making her jump and gasp.

Glaring back at him as she rubbed at the spot on her skin where he had hit her with the towel "ow!"

He just shook his head at her , pursing his lips as he side eyed her judgmentally .

"Wrong answer!"

"There is no wrong answer! That's my opinion!"

"Well wrong opinion!" He exclaimed.

She pulled a face at him "non! That's what I think and how I feel! You can't say it's wrong! Seb is sexy!"

Charles gagged "don't say that! I am the sexy one! That was the right answer. You've now torn out my heart and stomped on it! Thank you very much Cherrie! You’ve killed me!” He dramatically exclaimed , before then proceeding to roll off the bench and into a little ball on the sauna floor.

Cherrie looked down at him in amusement, kicking at his butt with her foot as she giggled .

Watching him pretending to play dead, sticking out his tongue and spreading his arms out on the floor .

"I can see you peeking at me bébé !" She laughed as she knelt down beside him for a moment , eyeing him with a grin before throwing herself over his body, tickling him with her fingertips quickly before he could stop her .

He shrieked as he withered below her like a dying worm, trying to knock her hands off his ticklish sides.

"Cherrie!" He screamed while laughing hysterically as they rolled about on the floor.

Both once again forgetting about the camera filming them as both of their towels came off during their wrestling.

"Stop it! I'll pee on you!" He shouted up at her , giggling loudly as he held onto her arms and tried to pull her hands away from his sides.

She just laughed slyly as she straddled his waist, grinning down at him cheekily.

"Didn't know that was something you were into bébé!" She teased him.

He just huffed at her before finally managing to roll her underneath him, pinning her hands above her head and smirking triumphantly down at her.

"You're going to pay for that!" He warned her , smirking as he eyed her bare body below him with dark lustful eyes .

Cherrie just stared back at him daringly "I stand by what I said. Seb is the sexiest driver!" She wound him up some more. Thoroughly enjoying how easy it was to make him turn green with jealously .

Charles pulled down her panties in one quick move, glaring down at her , unimpressed.

"You're gonna wish you never said that by the time I'm finish with you honey!"

Later that night Charles called up their manager and sheepishly explained why he couldn't hand over any footage of their day together .

"The er- I can't . I was naked in it." He blurted out, blushing darkly .

Side eyeing Cherrie who was giggling at his mortification , laid out on his bed and taking photos of him as she sipped on a bottle of wine like it was water .

"Okay?" She sounded confused "we can blur it out? Is it just a few seconds of the footage where you have no clothes on?" She then asked him.

There was a long , uncomfortable pause where Charles cupped a hand over his face in embarrassment. Eyeing the love of his life who was rolling around on the bed while cackling like a witch.

Before he sighed in defeat.

Mumbling , his voice barely audible . "All of it."

"Sorry? Can you repeat that? I can't hear you.." their manager said, confused.

Cherrie had tears streaming down her face in silent laughter, unable to breathe as he put the phone down on the bed, her voice on loudspeaker for them both to hear.

"All of it. I-i-" he couldn't even finish his senstance , too mortified .

There was Another long pause and then "why were you naked for the whole video Charles? I thought you were filming with Cherrie today..." she said , utterly oblivious to what was going on.

As far as she and everyone else knew, the teammates were "just friends!"

Charles wanted to dig a giant hole and jump into it , slapping at cherries bare ass to try and get to her to stop laughing at him .

Glaring down at her for being so unhelpful .

"I can't !" She gasped for breath , laying her head down on his lap and grinning up at him in pure amusement . Unable to stop giggling at the situation they had gotten themselves into.

He wiped away the tears of laughter from underneath her eyes with his fingers gently , swallowing nervously as he answered their manager quietly .

"She was. I mean- I did film with her.." he trailed off nervously not knowing how to explain the fact that he and Cherrie may have accidentally made a sex tape in the sauna instead of a q&a video like they were supposed to.

A long uncomfortable Silence.

And then "and was Cherrie wearing clothes?" There was finally a hint of knowingness in her voice now. Having been waiting for this for a long time.

She was already texting the team and all the other drivers that they owed her big money from their bets as Charles stammered to explain himself.

"No. She was not." He guiltily muttered like a naughty child that had done something he wasn't supposed to.

Cherrie burst into another round of laughter , pulling him down onto the bed with her so that he was laying across her body .

Tucking his face into her neck in embarrassment as they listened to their manager let out a knowing giggle at his expense .

"Oh my god." Charles muttered , completely mortified and knowing that he would never be able to look their manager in her eyes again.

"So no video then.. can I trust you to make another one tomorrow with her? Preferably one with your clothes on?" She said. The grin evident in her voice .

Charles couldn't lie.

"Erm- I think - I think we should wait until somebody else can film us and we're - ya know- not alone with a camera instead because-"

Cherrie finally spoke up , giggling. "Because he can't keep his hands to himself!" She grinned smugly as Charles smacked the palm of his hand over her big mouth, squinting his eyes down at her jokingly .

"Shut up! This is all your fault!" He accused her, grinning despite his own embarrassment. Unable to help it.

She gasped jokingly "how?!"

"You said Sebastian vettel was sexier than me!"

He forgot that their manager was listening for a moment before his eyes squeezed shut as he heard her amused voice echoe from his phone.

"Well she's not wrong.."

Cherrie grinned triumphantly "see! She agrees! Vettel is beautiful!" She exclaimed while hugging him to her chest and sympathetically patting his back to ease the sting of truth.

Charles just sighed , burying his face in her breasts in defeat.

"So does this mean that you two are together now then?" Their manager finally asked them after a few long seconds of silence .

Cherrie let out a laugh and said "we're just friends!"

Charles deadpanning at her bedore pinching her nipple making her gasp and slap at his head in return.

"Friends?! Are you joking?!" The disbelief was clear in her voice .

Charles just let out a loud groan "we're best friends.." he admitted the obvious bedore quickly adding on "who are more than best friends."

"Yeah. The bestest." Cherrie agreed.

Their manager was in complete disbelief "so partners? A couple? Lovers?" She listed off what they were bluntly .

Cherrie hummed "yeah but like - platonically." She said.

Charles rolled his eyes at her "lying is a sin Cherrie."

She just gave him a amused look "so is fucking me in a sauna on camera." She shot back at him , stubbornly refusing to call them official.

"You're ridiculous. You two are in love. Stop denying it it's driving everyone crazy!" Their manager snapped at them before hanging up the phone, utterly fed up with them.

Charles have her a long , smug look "see? Everyone knows you love me." He stated .

She denied him "I do not."

"Yes you do! You're just too much of a wimp to admit it! We could be married by now!" He exclaimed whining at her , before suddenly pushing her off the bed .

She fell into the rug with a noisy huff, glaring up at him in annoyance. Face flushed red as he leaned over the side of the bed on his elbows , eyes daring her to argue with him some more.

"Just- just shut up!" Was all she huffed out. Refusing to admit that he was right.

They were definitely not just friends.

The day that the rest of the world found out that they were more than best friends was at the last race of the year, where the world champion was set to be crowned .

All eyes and ears were on them as they sped around the track, all fighting to get to the finish line first.

Charles already knew that it was a close battle for championship between max and Cherrie, the two completely equal in points .

He could feel his heart racing as he watched the Ferrari and redbull fight it out in front of him, wheel to wheel as the checkered flag came into view.

His eyes growing wide as he held his breath in anticipation , his eyes glued to the Ferrari in front of him as he watched it cross the line first, beating max by seconds.

"Oh my god!" He shouted out excitedly , grinning ecstatically as he crossed the line in third place after them. Laughing in glee as realisation set in, realising then what this meant .

"She did it! She fucking did it!" He screamed happily , proud tears filling his eyes as he watched the fireworks fill the sky above them .

The announcer calling out her name as they announced that Cherrie was the champion of the world!

"Holy shit bébé!" He shouted over and over again as he pressed the button that connected their two radios so he could speak to her.

Sniffling to himself as he heard her crying happily as she muttered his name back to him.

"You did it mon amour! You’re champion of the world! I knew you could do it! What did I tell you!" He shouted excitedly, so fucking happy .

She let out a tearful laugh as she parked her own car down the line . Hands shaking. Shaking her head in disbelief .

"I did it Charles! We did it!" She squealed , laughing gleefully .

"Je vous aime! Je vous aime! Je vous aime! vous femme incroyable!" He shouted to her so full of love as he pulled himself up out of his car. Ignoring his team patting him on the back celebrating.

(I love you! I love you! I love you! You amazing woman!)

He quickly jumped over the barrier and sprinted over to Cherrie just as she got out of the Ferrari, looking for him as well.

Letting out a loud laugh as he came barrelling into her, picking her up into his arms and spinning her around in pure excitement.

"Champion of the world bébé!" He yelled out , starting to cry himself as he pulled off his helmet and threw it to the side without a care in the world. Cherrie doing the same .

She beamed up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he squeezed her tightly to him. Both of them crying loudly as they jumped around in happiness.

"I can't believe it! I love you Charles! I couldn't have done this without you! You're my life!" She shouted to be heard over the deafening screams of their names as everyone celebrated around them, the camera pinned to them as their emotional display was put up on the screen for all to see.

He wiped at the tears on her cheeks, laughing and crying at the same time bedore he cupped her jaw in his hands and leaned his face down towards her own , before kissing her right in front of everyone to see.

Dipping her down in his arms as she laughed against his mouth, hearts pounding in their chests as the rest of the world finally got to witness their pure love.

Kissing her over and over again, grinning against her cheek as he pulled away to kiss all over her face, so fucking proud of her.

He told her so "I'm so proud of you! I knew you would win. I never doubted you for a second!" He gushed to her as their teams started pushing at them to go to the media and give their interview , the whole world watching them closely .

She just laughed as she clutched at his hand and pulled him alongside her over to the reporters , cameras flashing brightly at them, feeling people pat them on their back and congratulate them on the way.

The man was grinning at them excitedly "congratulations Cherrie! You're world champion! How do you feel?!" He asked her happily .

She just let out a joyful laugh, utterly overwhelmed .

Charles wrapping his arms around her neck from

Behind as he buried his face into her neck and hugged her, trying to stop crying .

"So fucking happy! This is the best day of my life!"

The man laughed and looked over at Charles who was still crying against her , his face red and tears pouring from his eyes , refusing to let go of her.

"And you Charles , third! That's fantastic! How are you feeling? What's your reaction to your teammate winning?"

Charles just blew out a loud breath, sniffling noisily as he placed his hand on the side of cherries head and pushed her face into his chest, rocking them from side to side as she giggled against him in amusement .

He had always been the emotional one out of the two of them. Now was no different .

"So happy! So fucking proud! The love of my life is world champion! She's fucking incredible! This will be a video that I'll show to our future kids and be like 'look! Your mother is world champion! She's the greatest woman in the world!" He rambled on , too hyped up on happiness to even think straight .

Cherrie blushed and patted his chest, trying to calm him down.

“Ah! Okay! Shhh!" She flustered , laughing to herself.

The reporter just smiled knowingly , watching Charles look down at her like she was god.

"So.. I guess it's safe to say that you two aren't just friends anymore?" He mused.

Charles just scoffed , grinning. "We're best friends who are lovers too! Who doesn't want to marry their best friend? We're going to be together forever!" He declared unashamedly . Kissing her again because he could .

Cherrie laughed and laughed as she tried to stop him from shoving his tongue down her throat on live tv , hooking her arm around his neck to hug him to her side instead .

Charles grinning smugly as he gently knocked their heads together , whispering in her ear over and over again.

"Je vous aime! pour toujours!"

(I love you! Forever!)

She guessed she couldn't keep denying the obvious anymore .

They had never been just friends.

#Charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc fic #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 fic #formula one imagine

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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hii \(^ヮ^)/ your works are always a treat to read and since dead by daylight is on the list…

may I request some yandere hcs for pre-fog Danny Johnson (the Ghostface guy) with a coworker darling? Like someone with whom he worked at the Roseville Gazette. Maybe they both were often sent together to interview the families of victims?

oh and btw, good luck with other requests (⁀ᗢ⁀)

Thank you! I've been having fun with them ^^ Hope you enjoy this request too! It's nice to write more pre-fog ones.

Yandere! Danny Johnson with Coworker! Darling

(Pre-Fog/Trial AU)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Murder/Death, Sadism, Teasing, Manipulation, Secret picture taking, Attempted kidnapping, Dubious/Forced relationship.

You most likely know Danny by his alias, Jed Olsen.

He's hopped around towns as to not get caught with his murders.

To you, he's just Jed Olsen, a fellow freelancer just trying to write shocking newspapers.

He's been described as modest and enthusiastic and has experience in many past newspapers.

You met him while working at Roseville Gazette and got along with him well.

You have no suspicions about him, in fact you see him as a friend.

You often share stories and sometimes ask him for help.

To keep a good image he helps you with a smile.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Danny is scoping for new victims for good stories.

He's a stalking and methodical killer in the dark while he's all nice and caring in the day.

By the time the murders start up you and Danny are close.

Soon he even begins to think he's fallen for you.

What a story, yeah?

The secret killer falling for the innocent reporter?

He honestly likes the sound of that.

You could be helping him to publish the stories he creates.

You have no idea but you're his partner in what he does.

What could be even better is if he began dating you as he conducts his work.

However, he isn't going to rush things.

Danny doesn't just stalk the potential victims of his stories, he likes to watch you.

He doesn't want to hurt you, he just likes to slip by where you live (once he finds the address) to check things over.

He likes to see your nightly routines and often takes pictures.

He is sure to remember the layout from your house and often sneaks in while you sleep.

It's a nice rest before he has to go back to work.

The whole time you are oblivious to his obsession and work.

Just like most of this town.

You still greet him with a smile, you still work on papers with him, you even offer to help interview the victim's families.

You have no clue that he's caused all this.

You have no idea he's been watching you too.

That's fine, Danny loves you clueless.

Honestly, he'll be happy if you just pay attention to him during the job.

What happens at night is a secret.

Well, a secret until this town catches onto him.

Once that happens he sadly has to rush things.

He's been making good progress with you and has been watching you at night for quite awhile.

About time he reveals the truth to you, yeah?

Imagine this;

A figure slips through your window ever so quietly.

He doesn't want to kill you, if anything he plans to take you with him as he moves to a new town.

He inches towards your room before entering, hovering over you as you rest.

When you stir you slightly open your eyes.

Only to see a silhouette.

Your eyes then shoot open upon seeing him, the figure in a ghostly cowl giving you a friendly wave.

"Hey there baby, it's me... missed me?"

As you try to run he restrains you in your bed, body sitting on top of you as he grins under the mask.

It's at this point he tells you who he is and his real name.

However, before he can take you away, fog fills the room.

Your scream rings in his ears, it's a pleasant sound to him...

However Danny feels rather upset when he wakes up in a new realm.

Where is he? Did he lose you?

Fortunately, Danny hears your voice and screams echo in the distance...

It's then he gives chase... all to look for his dearest in this newfound game.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd #yandere ghostface #yandere danny johnson

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silverzoomies · 10 months

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Only Me

kyle spencer x reader smut

warnings: dubious consent, biting, kissing, shameless smut, undead kyle, zombie sex, zombie kink, halloween, song lyrics, dead dove: do not eat

word count: 6,205

a/n: hiiii !! halloween fic in june !! lol this one's my most bizarre fic yet probably !! i made kyle a lot more zombified than he was in the show !! if you're squeamish about corpses and wounds and stuff, i wouldn't tread any further !!

apologies for the usual: inconsistencies, characters ooc (kyle's a little more instinctive/aggressive here), clunky writing, etc etc etc

taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)

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A full moon shined in a bright, stunning spectacle, high above Miss Robichaux’s Academy. A striking contrast to the black skies of a particularly cool Halloween night. Shrouded in a veil of evening darkness, the old-fashioned academy emitted an otherworldly glow. From the first floor windows, flashing lights of slime green and hellish orange flickered in endless repetition.

Inside, a small group of young witches danced. Dressed in their skimpiest costumes, they moved fluidly to the beat of Oingo Boingo’s Dead Man’s Party. Blaring loudly through a large set of speakers, the tune mingled with the girls’ laughter. Meanwhile, the older women of the academy socialized near cluttered snack tables. They chatted away with each other, paying no mind to their free-spirited students.

Dead Man’s Party.

An ironic song, you thought. Given the only ‘dead’ man in the room seemed beyond confused. You wondered if he even knew what the purpose of a party was. His Frankenstein brain might’ve forgotten parties entirely. Such a concept was also ironic. Considering, when he was alive, Kyle had attended enough frat parties to keep the beer industry thriving for years at a time.

The ancestral room felt alive with energy. You stood in a corner with your back against the wall, sipping overpriced punch Myrtle Snow had prepared herself. An unamused look crossed your face, as you watched Zoe and Madison dance. Their movements were effortless and intentionally suggestive.

Between them, looking out of place and somewhat lost, was Kyle. The zombified blond was hunched over in his loose-fitting flannel shirt. And his expression spoke of someone who had no idea what was happening around him. Unlike everyone else in the room, he hadn’t worn a costume.

Poor guy. It seemed like no one had warned him ahead of time.

There was an unmistakable tension in the air, as Madison and Zoe grinded their thin figures against Kyle. The indecent movements of their dancing were almost unbearable to watch. And you couldn’t help but recoil at the sight. The girls glared at each other, trying to outdo the other in a shallow competition for Kyle’s attention.

As Kyle stood there, he kept his head tilted down. His curly, blond hair fell into his face, and his eyes were blank and empty. Kyle must have been oblivious to the girls’ intentions. You felt a pang of discomfort in your chest at the thought.

“Jeez…it’s like I’m watchin’ a car crash in real time…and I can’t look away…” You said, sipping your punch.

Queenie, dressed in a dingy, striped sweater and a Freddy Krueger cap, leaned casually against the wall next to you. Her sweater fell loose off her shoulder, leaving it bare. She sipped her punch as she laughed, her Kreuger claws resting on her hip. Oingo Boingo echoed in the background, competing with the sound of her voice as she spoke.

“Those two are a wreck if I’ve ever seen one.” She joked, shaking her head, “Somebody’s gotta get in there and save that poor guy. Dude looks miserable. ”

“How pissed do you think they’d be if I cut in?” You asked. Glancing down at the lacy hem of your dress, you toyed with it idly in thought.

The pounding music in the room seemed to pulse in time with your heartbeat. Danny Elfman’s wavering voice echoed, booming throughout the floor.

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man, with a dead man

Your ruby red slippers twinkled on your feet. You wore an (admittedly) revealing Dorothy of Oz costume, with a blue dress lined with white lace. The skirt barely reached past your thighs, showing off your legs in thin, white stockings. You clutched a decorative picnic basket, with a plush, scottie dog sticking his head out from inside. His beady eyes shined in the party lights.

“You’d be doin’ Kyle a favor if you did. But, girl, I dunno…” Queenie pushed herself off the wall, “You know those two ain’t messin’ around. They’re feral over him. Listen, whatever you decide to do? It’s your funeral. We’ve all seen what happens when Madison loses her shit.”

Queenie sauntered off then, her hips swaying with each step. She joined Nan on the dance floor. And you let out a sigh, knocking your head against the wall. After watching Zoe and Madison’s shameful display for a few moments longer, you decided enough was enough. You pulled your phone from your basket to check the time. Only 6pm.

Gracing your ears in tune with the catchy beat of the song, Danny Elfman’s voice rang out.

Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

If your hunch was correct, neighborhood trick-or-treating had only just begun. And even though you and Kyle were well into adulthood, the thought of indulging in such an innocent, nostalgic activity was too enticing to resist. Halloween was a holiday wherein Kyle could blend in with the general population. And if you accompanied him, he’d finally get some reprieve from the constant objectification he was accustomed to. It was a win-win.

You waited a few more minutes, hoping the two girls would eventually tire of their petty competition. As time passed, Madison finally stumbled off in her heels. Presumably to have a smoke out back. Queenie, ever the helpful friend, pulled Zoe away for a dance. Leaving Kyle free of anyone’s clutches. Seizing your chance, you immediately stepped in. And you lead him upstairs to your room.

It took around ten minutes for the two of you to finally leave the academy for trick-or-treating.

Five minutes to patiently explain your plan to Kyle, trying your best to help him understand. And another five minutes to help him get ready, after struggling to clarify what Halloween was to begin with. You asked if he wanted to dress up in a costume.

Kyle’s only response was a simple, slurred-

“W-Woooooolf.”

He then made an awroooo sound in an adorable attempt to mimic a wolf’s howl. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen Kyle do. And hearing him make such a precious sound instantly melted your heart.

You took the time to chat with Kyle. And you joked that if you’d known ahead of time he wanted to be a wolf, the two of you could have coordinated costumes. Perhaps you could have gone as Little Red Riding Hood, and him as the big, bad wolf. Even though you weren’t sure if Kyle understood the reference, he gave you the sweetest smile nonetheless. In his undead eyes, you saw a sparkle of lingering humanity. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling your heart melt just a little more.

Carefully guiding Kyle to the bathroom, you brought him in front of the mirror. Using a dark, eyeliner pencil, you drew a big, black dot on the tip of his nose. Then, with a steady hand, you doodled adorable, cartoon whiskers on his cheeks.

Which, in retrospect, made him look more like a cat than a wolf.

But Kyle seemed delighted with his new appearance regardless. He held his big hands up in front of the mirror, curling his fingers into claws. Kyle faked a snarl, scrunching his nose and showing off his pink-tinted teeth. The teeth of a dead man.

To your own surprise, you managed to sneak Kyle out of the academy without a single hitch.

For the next few hours, you lead him around a local neighborhood. As the two of you made your way down the street, you marveled at the eerie decorations at every house. Politely, you approached each doorstep, excitedly proclaiming, “ Trick-or-treat! ” while holding Kyle’s hand loosely in yours.

Thankfully, nobody seemed to mind that you two were well past the necessary age for trick-or-treating.

You stopped to explain the concept of Halloween to him once more, after he struggled to understand what trick-or-treating was. He furrowed his blond brows, as though deep in thought. Kyle made a frustrated grunt in response. You couldn’t help but smile, finding his confusion…strangely endearing. Everything about him was endearing, really.

Despite his initial confusion, Kyle definitely enjoyed the candy aspect of Halloween. The treats. His opaque eyes lit up with glee, and he held his pumpkin bucket up in front of you like a fabulous prize. You cheered him on, showing off your basket overflowing with goodies.

A thick mugginess in the air felt sticky against your skin. As the hour grew later, the air shifted to a sharper, colder chill. Crisp, autumn leaves fluttered in the breeze, twirling in colorful circles along the road. The once charming decorations at every house now appeared all too creepy in the dark. Illuminated only by a combination of moonlight, and the occasional streetlight; the neighborhood appeared desolate and empty. You wrapped an arm around yourself for security and warmth.

Perhaps it was time to return to the academy before things got any spookier.

Kyle loomed in close proximity to you all night. And as the hours passed, he leaned in even closer. Part of you began to question your assumptions about him. Perhaps you had misjudged. Maybe Kyle appreciated the constant attention Zoe and Madison gave him back at the academy.

His craving for physical touch was obvious. Every time you tried to create some space between the two of you, he pressed himself against you again. It became clear then, physical intimacy was something Kyle wanted on an almost constant basis. And given his limited communication skills, you figured he had no other way of expressing such a need. He stuck to your side like glue, walking with you throughout the cold, dark neighborhood.

You were reminded of that Oingo Boingo song. Dead Man’s Party.

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man

Ooh-ooh, waitin' for an invitation to arrive

Ooh, walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man

Despite his proximity, Kyle’s body provided you with no warmth. You were left plagued by the nightly chill in the air. And out of nowhere, Kyle groaned, sounding displeased about… something. You didn’t know what. Worried it was your fault, you moved to give him more space. Kyle appeared even more annoyed then. He choked on words he couldn’t say. And you stopped in your tracks on the sidewalk. Gazing at him with concern in your eyes, you tried to deduce what the problem was.

“Hey, K-” You started.

Before you could ask him, Kyle reached out a hand. He stared down at you with black, cloudy eyes. Between his pale, grey lips rested a half-eaten candy bar. His fingers were covered with sticky chocolate. And he made a move to pull the collar of your low-cut dress down.

“Oh! Wh-...Kyle!! What are you doing, honey?!” You shrieked in hushed surprise.

At that moment, something must have clicked in Kyle’s Frankenstein brain. Some kind of instinctive shift.

Even though he loved his candy, chocolate wasn’t necessarily the kind of Halloween treat he wanted. He pulled the chocolate bar from his lips, tossing it aside into the grass.

“Treeeaat…” He slurred, with his pale, chapped lips coated in chocolate. Kyle tugged the front of your dress down even lower, “Tr…tr-trick…or treeeat?”

Your breasts almost popped out from the force of his strong tug. The swell of them bounced in a mesmerizing display, looking supple and smooth. Smears of chocolate stained the clean, white lace of your dress. Gasping, you backed up before Kyle could do anymore damage. You stumbled on your sparkling, ruby slippers. As you struggled to find your balance, Kyle eagerly followed. He pushed his strong body against yours, leaning down to kiss you.

“Kyle, no! N-Not that I mind, if this is what you want! But…can you at least wait until we get home, bud?” You protested, bringing a hand to his mouth to stop him.

You were fearful of any late-night passerby catching the two of you in such a compromising position. Kyle knit his brows together, put off by your rejection. You gave him a sympathetic look, and lowered your hand.

Whatever you said before, none of it registered. Kyle abruptly attacked your neck with his mouth, and you sucked in a sharp breath. His lips were frigid and cold against your skin, their rough, chapped texture scraping across your neck. Reveling in your taste, he hungrily swirled his cool, slimy tongue.

“Honey, no-...s-stop! You can’t-” You pathetically whined, patting him repeatedly on the shoulders to get his attention.

Kyle devoured your neck like a Halloween treat, sloppily tonguing your smooth, warm skin. You squirmed as he wrapped his thick arms around you tightly, pulling you closer. The entire weight of Kyle’s body pressed itself into yours. Dead weight. You lost your balance again, stumbling backwards. And without meaning to, you slipped off your feet behind a nearby lining of bushes.

Taking a tumble, Kyle came down with you. He immediately took advantage of your vulnerable position on the ground, crawling over your body. Even as you continued to protest, Kyle’s attention returned to your neck. He nipped at your skin, flicking his sticky tongue in a desperate thirst for more of you. Underneath your body, you felt dewey grass seep wetness into your dress. You squirmed again, hesitant to give in to Kyle’s reckless desire.

“Pleaaaase! Just let me-...Kyle, please, help me up, won’t you?” You begged in a desperate plea.

He groaned a throaty noise into your soft neck, and his hands began to explore your body. Fighting to maintain your dignity, as well as your modesty; you made another move to push Kyle off of you. Your hands pressed hard at his thick shoulders, but he refused to budge.

“I’m serious! If you wanna do this together, we can, okay? Just…not here! This is…it’s a neighborhood, right? What if someone sees?? Let’s just wait until we get home, please?” You insisted, “Kyle, p-

Unexpectedly, he cut you off (or shut you up, rather) with a surprise kiss.

Lips of a muted, grey hue collided with your own, more saturated ones. A kiss of life and death. Kyle’s lips were ice cold, molding effortlessly with your warmth. He tasted of a bizarre mix between cheap, dollar store chocolate and…something else you didn’t recognize. Something almost…earthy.

He was the sloppiest kisser you ever locked lips with. Prodding at your lips fiercly with his tongue, Kyle demanded entrance. When you didn’t let him in, a frustrated growl vibrated through his mouth. His hand darted down to your chest, where he tugged the front of your dress with an even stronger pull. Threatening to rip it apart, as though he knew you would protest.

You opened your mouth with a surprised squeak, scrambling to pull Kyle’s hand away.

That oozy, freezing tongue of his slithered its way past your lips like a wiggly leech. Thick and slimy in your mouth. Kyle’s kisses became filled with a wild and unrestrained passion. Even though such a messy makeout session would be off-putting to anyone else, you found yourself melting into it. Despite having no concept of restraint or consistency, Kyle’s lack of skill was somehow intoxicating. You were irresistibly drawn to his discolored, dead man tongue.

You couldn’t help but think of how you always admired the way he looked.

When he was alive, Kyle was undeniably stunning, and so gorgeous. He had one of those beautiful, sunshine smiles, and golden hair to match. But after his resurrection, he was viewed as somewhat of a monster. Since the initial work done to bring him back had been less than subpar. To the average person, Kyle looked like a walking corpse pulled straight out of Night of the Living Dead.

However, Kyle’s zombified appearance did nothing to deter you. In death, you found him attractive in about a million other, more forbidden ways. Perhaps you were a bit of a freak behind closed doors.

And now, you had the opportunity to appreciate Kyle, in all his reanimated glory. Allowing yourself to explore his bulky, undead form. Corpse-like in appearance, Kyle’s body seemed right on the cusp of decay.

Maybe you could indulge in your curiosity and unconventional attraction…for just a few minutes. A moment or two wouldn’t hurt. Kyle was obviously desperate for the attention anyway. It was almost cute, really. The way he fought so hard to fool around with you.

Yeah. A few minutes of teasing touches. And then, you’d surely head back to the academy together.

You hesitated to touch Kyle intimately at first, careful not to cross any personal boundaries.

You knew Kyle harbored strict boundaries somewhere in that Frankenstein brain of his. Misty had told both you and Zoe all about it. Though, none of you had any clue where such boundaries originated. Was Kyle somehow self conscious? Did his instincts operate on a more intense, animalistic level of fight or flight? There wasn’t any way for him to tell you, and you’d never be able to guess on your own. Best to tread lightly.

Kyle loomed over you, guzzling your lips and tongue like a hungry man starved. Raising a hand, the tips of your fingers took a careful chance. They brushed across the poorly sewn stitches in his neck. Grazing his prominent scars, you traced their irregular lining.

You were afraid he might recoil, but Kyle instantly melted into your touch. His shoulders fell slack for a moment, and he moaned a soft, little whine into your mouth. It was as if tracing the scarred etching of stitches brought him some sense of relief.

A trail of thick, gooey saliva connected your tongues, as Kyle pulled his lips from yours. He gazed down into your eyes with a soft expression. The cute dot you'd drawn on his nose was slightly smudged now, along with those kitty wolf whiskers. You noted the way his hefty form looked, illuminated by a faint blanket of warm, yellow light. The street light flickered from above, as if threatening to abandon the two of you in the dark.

You stared back into Kyle’s foggy eyes. They were somewhat empty of humanity, with black pupils blown wide. His brawny chest became exposed, as you unbuttoned the thick flannel of Kyle’s shirt. Trembling fingers felt across his pecs, your skin burning hot against Kyle’s lifeless cold. He shuddered under your touch, arching his back slightly.

“W-Waaarm.” He slurred, “Mooore…”

Patches of discoloration decorated Kyle’s broad torso. They reminded you of a tropical desert map. One in which Kyle’s pale skin was the desert sand. Portions of his flesh had turned yellow in color. Faint hues of deep purple and sea-foam blue leaked through, similar to a watercolor palette. You ran your fingers over the discolored patches of skin, feeling subtle, textural changes. Kyle’s skin was overall smooth, but slightly torn near his ribs.

“Stop me if-uh…if this hurts, okay?” You whispered in a soft tone. Kyle tilted his head, the blonde curls of his hair dangling over his face.

Morbid curiosity overcame you, as you momentarily delved deeper into Kyle’s ripped flesh. The texture of his skin was uneven, as the surrounding skin had dried out slightly. Hesitant, yet alarmingly eager, you dipped your fingers into a decaying wound close to his ribs. Keeping your eyes on Kyle’s face, you searched his expression for any signs of discomfort. Beyond the scabbed edges of his skin, your fingers found a cold, mushy cavern inside.

You felt the cold rigidity of his rib bones just beneath the surface, the dampness of his insides slimy and raw. Kyle’s breathing steadily grew labored the longer you explored him from the inside. His jaw fell slack, dark eyes rolling back in his deep sockets. After teasing the wound for a few beats longer, you pulled your digits from it. A warm blush pooled in your cheeks, and you exhaled a flustered laugh. Ashamed of yourself.

“S-Sorry, honey…” You apologized, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Kyle whimpered in response, wildly shaking his head. A slimy stickiness lingered on the tips of your fingers. And you made a mental note to thoroughly wash your hands once you finally returned to the academy.

You explored Kyle’s peculiar body for a moment longer. Beautiful, blue veins were visible under the thin layer of his skin. You traced those veins, following their intricate, web-like patterns. Kyle’s eyes fell closed as you did. He hummed soft, submissive whines. His head occasionally jerked in sudden, instinctive motions. After opening his eyes, Kyle stared down at you with a more lax, half-lidded expression.

You noted the way his eye sockets were slightly sunken in, appearing almost skeletal. A smokey darkness surrounded his foggy, black eyes, making them pop when they widened with abrupt impatience.

Growing fed up with your slow-paced, careful touches, Kyle darted down. He returned to his original task, gnawing pink teeth against the burning flesh of your neck. Your blood pulsed under your skin, beating against his slimy tongue. You brought your hands up to his blonde curls, carding your fingers through the somewhat-ragged locks.

Kyle’s hair was clean and washed. Yet, the strands felt like those of an old, decrepit dog. Curls dangled in his face as he mouthed your neck, and Kyle sloppily licked the bruises he sucked harshly into your skin. He pulled at your skimpy outfit, tearing rotted, jagged fingernails into the cheap fabric. Exposing your bra-covered breasts, Kyle ripped the front of your dress apart in one, harsh jerk. You wrapped a hand around his wrist, fighting to pull it away before Kyle tore your bra off as well.

“WAIT! Kyle, no! You can’t, honey!! I-It’s cold out here!! And someone might see!!” You insisted, “B-Before we do that, let’s go back home first!”

You were in too deep now, that much was obvious.

He jerked his hand away from your hold, groaning in protest. Kyle brought his massive palm to your chest, curling his fingers into your bra. He ripped the garment apart, letting your tits bounce freely. Immediately upon seeing them in their lucious, supple glory, Kyle made another noise. A groggy, throaty sound dripped from his tongue, drooling cool saliva over your breasts. He didn’t hold back, dropping to swipe his sticky tongue hungrily around one of your nipples.

“T-T…T….Treeeeeeeat…” Kyle groaned, ragged over your breast.

You whimpered, your nipples immediately hardening in response to his numbing, chilly touch. Your hands dropped to Kyle’s broad shoulders again, as you attempted once more to push him away. Ruthless with desire, Kyle licked and sucked your tits, as though thirsty for the milk you couldn’t provide.

By now, Kyle was handling you a little more roughly than you preferred.

As the dull flats of Kyle’s teeth sank into your flesh, biting hard; you were beginning to second guess yourself. Kyle chomped into your smooth skin like he wanted to rip you apart and feast on your blood. You wiggled from under him, trying to shimmy away. The hand of his not occupied with your breast, darted up to your shoulder. Kyle forced you down with his palm, keeping you in place. Mesmerized by the pheromones permeating from your pretty breasts, Kyle couldn’t stop himself. He gnawed your tit even harder.

And for you, that bite crossed a line.

Imprints of Kyle’s teeth were left embedded into your skin. Weakly raising your basket, you fought Kyle off, repeatedly whacking him on the shoulders with it. Candy flew out from the basket in every direction. In the back of your mind, you mourned their loss.

No matter how much you fought, Kyle refused to budge. If anything, your protests encouraged him further. Kyle grew more frustrated, growling monstrous noises into your tits as he sucked one hard. He scraped his teeth up to your collarbone, chomping into your skin so harshly you nearly cried.

“Stoooppp!!! Please!!! Kyle, sweetheart, that hurts!!” You pathetically begged, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes, “Please stop!! It’s not good, Kyle! It’s very bad!”

He shook his head wildly with another animalistic growl, keeping you caged under his body in the wet grass. Kyle moved himself further down your squirming form, jerking the skirt of your dress up over your belly. The tiny, lace panties you wore underneath were exposed to him completely, along with a shameful, wet spot between your legs.

“Noooo! Good… v-very good …” Kyle grumbled, frustrated. He sank down between your legs, enveloping your clothed pussy with his whole mouth.

Goosebumps shot across your thighs as his cold breath met your cunt. Kyle’s teeth roughly grazed you, his slimy tongue prodding your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. You instantly panicked, kicking his shoulders with all the might you had left.

Kyle violently tore your delicate panties off, ripping the fabric at the seams and leaving you bare. Crisp, late-night air nipped your poor, defenseless pussy. Fearful that Kyle might start chomping at your cunt like a corpse in search of brains, you quickly rolled onto your belly in the grass. You crawled forward on trembling limbs, your veins pumped full of adrenaline.

“L-Let me go, Kyle! No more! We gotta get back now!! P-Please!” You cried, rushing forwards with your knees pressing into the dirt.

Kyle came charging after you on all fours, his movements similar to that of a vicious, feral predator. The panic swarming your brain heightened, surging down your spine. Your heartbeat kicked to high-speed. Scrambling to stand, you were faced with the unfortunate reality…that your legs were too shaken and weak to function.

Your thin stocks were stained with mossy green, as wet dew seeped into their fabric. Just as you made it to the sidewalk pavement, you felt the tight grasp of cold hands wrapping around your ankles. Your ruby slippers kicked frantically against Kyle’s hold. But his grip tightened around them. Kyle dragged you by your ankles behind the bush in the dark, his jagged, rotting nails sinking into your skin over your stockings and scratching holes in the fabric.

That Oingo Boingo tune stuck on repeat in your head, echoed eerily topical lyrics in your subconscious mind. Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

You couldn’t hold back the terrified scream that leapt from your throat.

Kyle’s eyes flew open wide. He moved quickly, climbing over your body from behind. Reaching around to clasp a large, cold hand over your mouth, Kyle growled chilly breaths into the shell of your ear. You could feel the hard press of his sizable bulge against your ass.

You barely registered the sound of Kyle’s hushed, throaty voice shushing you, as you cried for him to stop in loud pleas. He whispered in your ear gentle, slurred reassurances…or, at least, he tried to. Kyle apologized repeatedly, mouthing your ear and neck in a more loving, yet clumsy way. Less teeth. Thank fuck for less teeth.

“S-Ssssss-...sooorry.” He mumbled slowly, “N-N…N….Neeeeed…”

Trying to calm yourself, you breathed long, deep breaths through your nose.

Realistically, you knew Kyle never intended to hurt you. And if he did, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He was a creature who operated purely on animalistic, carnal instinct. His brain functioned at a process slower than the average person. Like Frankenstein’s monster. Of course, it should come as no surprise. If Kyle desired something as natural as sex, his thirst was bound to make him slightly more deranged.

Maybe he just hadn’t been taught otherwise.

With one of his hands clasped tightly over your mouth, Kyle brought his other to his jeans. He felt around aimlessly for the button, finding it difficult to free his cock from the constrictive denim. After a bit of agitated fumbling, Kyle finally released his hefty, undead cock from his pants. Perched in the grass on your elbows and knees, you curiously dropped your head to take a glance at his dick.

You were lucky enough to catch a quick glimpse of Kyle’s thick, bouncing cock. It was discolored like the rest of his body, and covered in vivid, blue veins. In your mind, you questioned the logistics. How was it even possible for a zombified man to get an erection?? Was it witch magic? Was witch magic really powerful enough to keep oozy, undead blood flowing through a zombie?

Kyle mounted you much like an animal in heat, guiding the fat tip of his cock to your weeping entrance.

The stark contrast between his corpse-like temperature and your own, more lively warmth shook you to your core. You gasped into Kyle’s palm, your lower-half squirming as the deathly cold, smooth length of his cock pushed its way through your searing walls. Your pleasant heat engulfed Kyle’s dick completely, and he immediately roared a guttural noise from deep in his chest.

“T-Trrrreeeeeeeeeeeeaaat!” He slurred in a broken tone, “ G-...G….Gooood treat.”

Those were the last, coherent words Kyle spoke, before carnal instinct took over his brain completely. He violently jerked his hips forward, sinking his stiff cock deeper into your pussy. The leaking, wet tip hit your cervix in a bruising pressure. You fell forward into the grass, almost losing balance on your trembling legs. Kyle released his hold on your mouth, instead raking his blunt, uneven nails down your body.

Pumping his cock through the tight squeeze of your cunt, Kyle dropped his palms to the grass. His brittle nails dug themselves so deep into the dirt.

“K-Ky-” You choked, feeling a thickness bubbling in your throat, “Kyle, please-”

The slickness of his length felt inhumanly cold inside you. Your blistering hot pussy constricted around him, grasping hold of Kyle’s cock and pulling him in deeper. He wanted so desperately to gnaw and bite you again, but he refrained from doing so. Kyle made huffy, monstrous noises as he fucked you raw and hard in the grass. Guttural, zombie-like groans echoed, ragged against your ear from behind. He carried no restraint, as he drilled you with his dick so hard and deep, it began to hurt.

Your entire body buzzed with sharp, pinpricks of overwhelming pleasure, edging so closely to pain. But somehow, you registered the ache as intoxicating. Your body couldn’t stop itself from betraying your brain’s warnings. Despite your suffering, your pussy fluttered so wet around Kyle’s cock. Hot, slick heat made it so easy for him to fuck you as hard as he desired. Allowing him to act on his unfiltered, baseless instincts.

“P-Please-...Ky-...Kyle…slow down, please-” You begged, mewling little cries.

Your soft voice only encouraged Kyle. His thrusts turned more violent and rapid, losing any consistency. Heavy balls slapped repeatedly at your hot mound, teasing your clit. Out of your control, your eyes rolled back in their sockets, as you moaned in blissful ecstasy.

Kyle’s nasty, unrelenting thrusts were so powerful in force, the overstimulation was enough to make you cum from penetration alone. Your fiery heat tightened around his pulsing cock, and your body erupted in a mind-altering onslaught of uncontrollable, orgasmic trembles. Kyle roared another guttural, monstrous sound, unable to resist sinking his blunt teeth into your neck. He wrapped an arm tightly around your middle, jerking you backwards to meet his thrusts.

“Kyle, wait!” You struggled to speak, your head dizzy and swimming. Turning your head slightly, you felt Kyle’s messy, blond hair brush the skin of your cheek, “Don’t finish inside! You have to – f-fuck – you have to pull out! You can’t cum inside me, baby!”

Your ass bounced recklessly against the hairy mound of Kyle’s pelvis. If he understood what you meant, it was clear Kyle had no intention of listening. Burying his length to the hilt in one, final, savage thrust; Kyle spilled his sticky, zombie seed deep inside your hot, living pussy.

“N-NO! KYLE, NO-” You panicked again, trying to crawl forward and out of Kyle’s grasp, “FUCK! YOU CAN’T-”

He roared his loudest noise yet, the sudden sound tearing through your eardrums. Latching a palm tightly around the back of your neck, Kyle forced you face down into the dewey grass. With your ass up and out, he fucked the last of his cum into your pussy with a near damaging force. A frigidly cold sensation pooled in the pit of your belly.

For a short moment, Kyle kept his slick cock buried inside you. Even as the length softened, he took his time before pulling himself from your cunt. And once he finally did, the thickness of his off-colored, oozy cum came spilling out of you in heavy spurts.

As it turns out, zombies cum a lot.

You shivered, sniffling as hot tears raced down your reddened cheeks. Kyle released his hold on your neck, reaching up to pet you clumsily over your hair. Behind you, you heard shuffling as he fought to tuck himself in his pants and fumbled with the button. Your knees collapsed into the grass, and you heaved rapid, frantic breaths. You couldn’t deny the way your body quivered with blissful, euphoric exhaustion.

“Kyle…for fuck’s sake…why…” You sniffled with a hiccup, lying with your cheek pressed to the grass.

Several bite marks of deep, dark violet littered your once clean skin. You rolled onto your back on the ground, your chest rising and falling with every quick breath you took. Kyle sat back on his knees, staring down at you with an expression of fearful, worried confusion. It seemed that, somehow, he didn’t understand why you were so immobile and worn out.

Kyle’s black eyes steadily trailed across every mark he left behind, all over your neck, collarbone, and breasts.

He frowned, his foggy eyes pooling with heavy tears. The whiskers and nose you’d drawn on his face earlier were smeared to high heaven, leaving black streaks on his cheeks.

Crawling over you again, Kyle gently buried his teary-eyed face in your tits. He pressed soft, cool kisses along your abused skin. Before resting his cheek on your chest. His thin, blonde curls tickled your chin.

“S-S…ssssorry… ” He mumbled through his tears. Kyle rubbed his thumb across one of the bites he left behind, making you wince, “B-Baaaad…not gooood…sorry…”

Despite his rough handling, you knew you couldn't stay mad at Kyle for very long. In a way, he'd made you feel pleasure beyond anything you ever experienced with an average, living man. And the loving kindness he carried under the surface of his monstrous exterior made you adore him. So much more than you already did.

You let out a long, tired sigh, raising a hand to gently run your fingers through Kyle's curls.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh? It's okay, honey. It hurt a little bit, but...I'm fine. Just..." You breathed an exhausted laugh, wincing as you tried to move, "Let's try to teach you a little restraint next time, okay?"

If you thought about it logically, there was no possible way you could actually get pregnant from a reanimated corpse, right? His swimmers were probably dead as doornails. Regardless, you felt a little squeamish knowing loads of gooey, zombie spunk resided inside you. You shivered at the thought, shaking your head.

Yeah, you definitely needed a long, hot shower. Asap.

"Can we please go home now, Kyle?" You begged, weakly sitting up on your elbows.

Peering up at you through adorable, innocent, dark eyes, Kyle blinked slowly. He nodded, pushing himself quickly off your body.

"H-Hhhhhh-....Hoooome..." He mumbled, politely holding out a hand to help you up.

You found yourself too incapacitated to stand. After such a raw, violent fucking, your body felt on the brink of death. Consumed by exhaustion, it was as though you'd become the living corpse. Undead and barely functional. Falling into the grass on your back, you groaned, burdened by a deep ache in your bones.

Catching on to your pained, tuckered-out state, Kyle reached down. He wrapped his thick arms around your body, effortlessly lifting you up over his shoulder. It was a ridiculously careless way for him to carry you, but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain.

In one hand, Kyle held his pumpkin bucket and your basket, both slightly empty of the candy they once held. With your limp body lying slump over his shoulder, he used his other hand to keep your skirt pinned over your butt. Nice of him to consider your decency.

In the empty, desolate cold of a moonlit, Halloween night; Kyle carried you all the way back to the academy.

And the whole way, as you hung limp over his shoulder in a fucked-out daze...you hummed a song softly to yourself.

Oingo Boingo kept looping endlessly in your head, like a persistent parasite.

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walking with a dead man over my shoulder

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walking with a dead man over my shoulder

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