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bones4thecats · 1 month

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They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot (PT. 1)

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, and Jamil Viper Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write, I love to write stuff about comfort, it makes my lonely existence feel less lonely... I need a boyfriend...

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❤️ Riddle was never really keen on focusing on the past, unless it centered around the rules set by the Queen, his family, and especially you. But, this was something that he couldn't throw behind him like nothing

❤️ You and Riddle had begun dating a while after the initial event, and whenever someone tried using his anger against him, you would step in and knock the guy down a few pegs, much to Trey and Cater's amusement

❤️ Now, back to the point;

❤️ That day marked the birthday of your lovely boyfriend, and you made everything perfect; from the decorations to the strawberry tart that you helped Trey bake, to his night of relaxing and cuddling

❤️ Unfortunately, no amount of love you threw into that day would stop what ensued

❤️ Riddle had begun his dream perfectly, he was spending a great day in the garden with you. But, before he even realized it, he was yelling erratically as the roses died and you backed away in fear

❤️ Thankfully, he awoke before anything truly bad began... but seeing that look on your face made him beyond scared

❤️ You had woken up to the sound of his tiny whimpers, since it wasn't normal for him to make any noise at night. And once you saw the tear-stains running down his cheeks as he slept, you shook him awake, only to jump back as he sat up with such speed not even the Flash could reach

❤️ He held his chest as he curled into a fetal position, his knees tucked close to his chest as he wept

❤️ Pulling the covers fully back, you held your arms open, knowing Riddle was just getting used to being physically affectionate. And once he saw you open arms, he lunged into them, gripping your shirt and sobbing into it

" It's okay, Riddle... do you wish to speak about it? " " No... just- please stay here with me... don't go... "

❤️ Closing your eyes lightly, you maneuvered yourself so that you back was against the head of the bed before pulling the covers up as his grip stayed firmly on your shirt

❤️ A million thoughts were rushing through his head, what if he had actually done this during his Overblot? What if he had done worse?! What if he harmed you... nonetheless...

❤️ But, feeling the rubs of comfort against his back and head, those thoughts slowly exited his head as you hummed a small melody, one that Riddle enjoyed to hum whenever he was working on homework or Housewarden duties

❤️ And as the song progressed, he felt the familiar hold of sleep pull him deeper into darkness, the humming fading away as his tears and small sniffs progressed into his breaths, allowing you to smile and hug him slightly tighter

🦁 Leona, much like Riddle, never liked bringing up his past problems. Like his family and the overblot for example, both made him feel like a failure

🦁 So, he would just avoid speaking about them, and you knew that asking him about either topics would either result in a small grunt and a sigh or him telling you it was nothing

🦁 You were very close to the magic-less prefect of Night Raven, so when they brought up the fact that Leona had an overblot incident while you were gone, dealing with business in your shared homeland, you were shocked

🦁 Why had he never told you about this?

🦁 But, knowing how your boyfriend was, you pushed the questions back, knowing he'd bring the topic up when he was ready to talk about it

🦁 Sadly for him, he never got to talk about it with you before the small incident

🦁 Leona loves to either lay on top of you to sleep or hold you while your head on his chest and his face in your neck, and he never moves in his sleep, so when he began to slightly toss and turn before gritting his teeth as growling, you awoke lightly

🦁 You noticed that there were tear-stains on his cheeks as he lightly croaked on his voice, saying the same two words over and over again; "Please" and "No"

🦁 So, you grabbed his face and began to try waking him up, and while it took a while, when he woke up with a jolt and shattered breaths, you sat up with him, holding his face as he tried calming down

" Leona, are you alright? Was it a bad dream? " " Yeah... but it's nothing to worry about, Y/N. " " Was it about your overblot? " " How do you- never mind. Let's just talk about it in the morning, okay? " " Alright... but, are you sure you're okay? " " Yes, jeez. You sound like my mother. " " Well, at least one of us is mature enough to sound like our parents. " " Shut up. "

🦁 Grabbing your hips and wrapping your legs around his waist, Leona scoffed at your words before dipping his face back into it's spot, breathing in your scent as he slipped deeper into sleep

🦁 You were still here... it was merely a dream. He had not laid a hand on you in rage, his emotions did not take over again... and you were here with him, unscathed, and protected

🐙 This guy has a specific image to uphold, so he never brings up his true emotions or intentions unless he's speaking to someone he holds dear, like you or the Tweels. You because you're his S/O, and them because they have stuck beside him throughout everything

🐙 Azul does not enjoy lying to you, but when he awoke suddenly from his slumber with a coat of sweat on his skin and tears running down his cheeks, he had no choice

🐙 You were very confused when you woke up, seeing your boyfriend on the edge of the bed, his hands running through his hair, scratching his scalp, most likely leaving red marks underneath his light-colored hair

🐙 As your eyes adjusted to the light of the shell-lamp you had gifted him the month prior. And as they adjusted, you began to hear the movements of his hands scratching his scalp deeply

" Azul? Are you okay? "

🐙 He froze in place and rubbed his face to clean it of the tears that fell from his eyes, because he knew if you were to see it, you'd be extremely worried

🐙 Pushing his hair back with one hand, Azul turned around and looked at you with an obviously forced smile. And you furrowed your eyebrows at his expression and claim of being fine

" Honey, I know that you're not fine. Look, I won't pressure you into talking about it. But, may I take a guess? "

🐙 Looking into his eyes, anyone could tell that there was hidden emotions behind it all, so it didn't surprise you when the outer-parts of the eyes began to fog up with tears

" Yeah- uh, go ahead... " " Was it about your overblot? "

🐙 Now, the tears began to fall down his cheeks like mini-waterfalls. And once you opened your arms for him to attempt to relax, he jumped into your grasp and wrapped his arms around you, holding you very tightly

🐙 You could hear his shattered breaths in your neck, and you could feel the tears going into your shirt as he wept. So, in a compromise with his strong grab, you rubbed his back and laid on your side as he curled into a fetal position, essentially you were spooning him as he cried

🐙 You were going to get him to talk about this when he calmed down, he never pressured you, you weren't about to go pressure him

🐍 He never liked to talk about his feelings, and you completely understood that, which is what gained his attention and eventual affections from him

🐍 Jamil loved having you spend time with him whenever he was free, and that was because he never really had anything that was his and not someone else's, not that he thought you belonged to him! It just felt nice to have someone there for him

🐍 So, that night when you decided to spend the night in his room with him, he was fairly happy to spend some time relaxing with you

🐍 Eventually when the night ended, you both retired into his bed and you hugged him from behind as he held your hand before falling victim to the lovely land of sleep

" No... I didn't mean to... Y/N... please... NO! "

🐍 Your eyes shot open in surprise as you felt Jamil yell and sit up in bed in shock, holding his hand to his chest as he breathed heavily

🐍 You noticed that his eyes were wide open, and that was your number one sign that he was beyond panicking. He looked at the sheets in fear as you called out his name

🐍 Your boyfriend looked at you as you cupped his face and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you tighter with each breath. As his breathing slowed down to a calmer pace, you rubbed his head

" Hey- hey, it's okay... Jamil, hey! It's gonna be alright, I'm right here with you. "

🐍 When his breaths eventually calmed down, he pulled his face away from your neck and allowed you to wipe the tears away from his cheeks. And once you looked into his eyes and smiled gently, he smiled back and kissed you, it was his own way of thanking you without his words

" We can talk about this tomorrow, how does that sound, love? " " That sounds good, Rohi. " " I love you, Jamil. " " And I you, Y/N. "

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arminsfavoritepookie · 4 months

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Geto headcanons 1.6k real as shit

I think Geto is a yellow flag with tiny green dots. I think after the riko incident he's not only dealing with his own inner turmoils but he's having a hard grappling his feelings with you as well. I know just let me explain...

He holds a conviction that he's unworthy of you; a perception rooted in self-depreciation. The echoes of 'you're too perfect for me' seem to repeat in his jumbled mind, becoming louder every time you flash that beautiful smile in his direction. Such a belief causes him to pull away from you, restraining himself from finding solace. You don't initially realize the reason behind his veiled expressions; behind the painfully strained curve of his lips whenever he forces a smile at you. You don't comprehend his fascinated gaze, lingering where your touch graced him each time. You don't recognize the raw, insatiable thirst that haunts his features, hungering to keep you close.

But Geto is utterly convinced that your vibrant life is far too bright for the brooding darkness that is him. He believes that you need someone who will inflate your brightness, not dim it. And that's why the sight of you and Gojo, with matching grins of pure joy, conjures a sensation in him that's equal parts pleasure and pain; a semblance of happiness. His lips twitch in a smile laced with the subtle tartness of sadness and he deludes himself, pacifying his simmering hurt, sugar-coating it as contentment.

The contentment brims within him each time your lips pucker at the white-haired boy, each time you huddle into the ear of his best friend to share a secretive whisper. Yes, he's utterly content. Jealous? Not a bit of it. Satisfaction it is, purely. His satisfaction bristles to the point where the bare idea of being near you might as well be excruciating torture. All he dreams of is to envelope you with that unidentifiable emotion rioting in his chest, allowing it to seep into you, and consume you as it does him since you apparently relish his agony so much.

But then, his act starts faltering, revealing cracks in his poker face. You start noticing his small, unconscious gestures - the habitual gnawing at his lips until scarlet beads surfaced, his twitching fingers, hovering beside his body as if chained back from brushing against your skin. His facade crumbled under your perceptive gaze and he loathed it.

Because now, your fingers were tracing patterns on his cheek, your body snuggly nestled in his lap. Your probing questions ricocheted off the walls - asking him why he was hurting himself, why he was so distant.

The way you nestle so comfortably in his lap, the warm touch of your hands on his skin, the authenticity of the concern etched in your face—it all enrages him. He loathes how your eyes gleam with care, how they insistently see the goodness in him. Because if you truly cared, you'd understand. You'd see that his self-imposed distance was an act of preservation for you. You'd recognize his fears of inadequacy and accept his belief that he could never be deserving of you. Yet, your refusal to heed his warning deafens you to his protests. Now, as you stroke your tender fingers across his bruised and battered lips—lips he yearns to hide behind his teeth each time your focus drifts elsewhere—his sanity seems to spin off its axis. As you untangle your fingers in his hair and scrutinize the dark circles under his eyes, you begin to blur his boundaries.

A pathetic, desperate fool, utterly bewitched by you - that's all he is - it's all he ever will be

He promised you he would stay, and that hint of bleakness in his soul, like an ever-growing eclipse, ebbed away slightly. It was almost perceptible, the lift of weight, his turbulent thoughts quieting their cacophony into a singular focus - you. It was you, his tether to being better, to striving for strength. This thought nestles within him, as the days start gifting some semblance of sunshine back. You press closer into his space, and he ceases to stiffen, loosening beneath your tender hold. Your words of his resilience echo around him, familiar sentiments, but this time they make him feel malleable under your fingertips, like butter in sunlight. Perhaps, just maybe, he could reclaim his peace.

Then Haibara dies and he can see your devastation mirroring his own grief, the way rage nestles into the corners of your grief-stricken eyes - a painful deja vu. The sparkle in your eyes - extinguished, they dilate in shock and agony. The presence of the once silenced voices make a comeback but he forcibly mutes them, endeavoring to console you. His touch mirrors yours, gently grazing your cheeks and rubbing comforting circles into your scalp.

His low tones try to envelop you in warmth. Yet you're fractured in his embrace, vacant - a husk unable to articulate your pain. Geto feels a rising nausea, painfully familiar with the territory of your anguish, a feeling of uselessness washing over him. He wasn't mighty enough to shield those he cherished, not a match for Satoru's immense strength, couldn't soothe you as your tears streaked your cheeks, he could barely move. he feels hollow - devoid of purpose, The familiar strain of uselessness sneaks up on him again - the throbbing confirmation that despite all his struggles, he falls short when it matters the most. He was useless.

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He goes on a mission and never comes back.

And now you're side by side with Shoko, fixed on his form from across the cobblestone streets. The ambient sound is dampened as you occupy the wooden bench adjacent to his. All the rumors—the harrowing stories, the bone-chilling whispers—are confirmed to be true: all the lives he claimed in cold blood. As Shoko silently keys Gojo's digits into her phone, suddenly, you are utterly alone. A looming, guttural silence pervades.

Your heartbeat grows increasingly erratic, turning erratic beats into pure, numbing silence, as you truly focus on his face. The heavy under-eye bags that your fingertips have traced numerous times have vanished without a trace. His raven-black hair, now free-flowing, cascades down the curvature of his back. Your fingers have memorized its silkiness.

This time is different. You do not place yourself within the warm cradle of his lap to offer words of comfort, to tell him everything will be alright. You don't reassure him with the usual affirmation of comfort. You don't break the melancholic silence with a feather-light kiss. The unsettling truth simply presents itself in a disheartening silence - neither do you ask for his explanation nor does he offer. An understanding hangs between the both of you - the lacking and wanting, for what was once enough no longer held the same meaning. You weren't his completeness... and he fell short of being yours.

_____

let's say you met him after he started his cult he'd be an orangeish-reddish flag. He's not like he was in high school he's different........meaner

He does not second guess or wonder if he's up to the mark, harboring self-doubts or reservations. His focus isn't affixed on the cruel odds stacked against him; he doesn't hesitate but instead he takes what he wants. The ruthless and pitiless world doesn't soften, doesn't forgive... and he serves as a relentless reminder of that truth.

This might be why he prefers to keep you ensconced in his lap, constantly near him, within his protective clutch. When you shift, you can feel him. Hushed, almost seductive whispers slide into your ear, coaxing you to remain still, to be good.

When the gruesome curse is unveiled, wreathing a woman's shoulders... you see it, and it is grotesque, a pulsating mound of malicious intent that makes your blood freeze. Every cell in your body screams for escape.

However, you obey, rooted in your spot as he had commanded, his face nestling comfortably in the crook of your neck, his lips curving in a spine-chilling, uncanny grin. He'd reassured you not to let fear rule your heart, yet sometimes it's difficult not to. Observing him with bated breath, you watch as his hand reaches out, causing the repugnant curse to evaporate into nothingness, wailing pitifully.

As the relief sinks into your shoulder, his hand dances over your thigh... murmuring to you about the hazards lurking in the shadows of the world but promising vehemently to be your shield, your knight as long as you obey. His voice is a velvety promise, unyieldingly true, and a smoothly mature whisper carrying the strength to slake your worries.

You share his bed, his touch a regular presence on your skin. At times, his fingers feel cold as they dance up and down your spine, coaxing out pleas for him to make you feel good. At other times, he envelopes you in a comforting embrace, strands of his hair fanned out across the pillow, his murmurs recounting his past tales right next to your ear.

You soak up every word but you remain silent. The stories often center around his friend, the longing for his lost life... On such nights, he's notably softer. All he wishes are your reassurances, your tender touches, your peaceful kisses. But these are stories you dare not speak of in daylight. Whenever you do, the look in his eyes hardens slightly, his smile seems sunken and less warm.

And those are clear indications that you wouldn't be snuggling in the bed together that night. Instead, you'd find yourself at his feet, the rough texture of his callouses forcing you to raise your gaze, to look at him.

Yes, indeed, you're different from the others... Yes, he cares for you... Yes, he promises to protect you.... However, he did not reach his position by being nice, at times he must be cruel... This is why your hands rest on his thighs, with fingernails pressing into his flesh, saliva slathering your lips and untidily dribbling down your chin. He takes what he wants but when you're like this, particularly struggling to take what he gives...He can't help but just be a tad bit meaner.

#geto x reader #geto x you #geto x black reader #geto angst #geto fluff #geto headcanons #getou suguru x reader #geto imagines #jjk angst #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk geto

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rush-the-stars · 1 year

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any spare thoughts abt yan kaeya 👀👀👀

yan kaeya....yan kaeya is sooooo....

cw: reader is drunk/helpless, obsession, mention of stalking, mention of harm to others, mention of masturbation, a sudden pov switch lol

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the wine is tart and heady, crushed berries, plush in your mouth. makes your head spin. makes warmth blossom swift inside you, up against your cheeks, in your chest, pooling in the core of you.

the moon hangs heavy and round, sweetened gold, in the sky above your heads. the fire snaps and bursts into the night, people singing and dancing and drinking around it, just outside the city walls. the forest sings sweetly, a balmy, autumn night, the faint taste of late summer just on the back of your tongue.

you've traded your usual attire for a looser dress, rosy, just shy of a chemise. shawls and silks adorn your hips, drape around your shoulders. a bodice of white and gold and berry red hugs your waist and in the fire, flashes like the pretty fins of a fish, a little jewel in the night. you've lost your shoes long ago, dancing freely in the brush with friend and stranger and potential lover.

the night feels young and sweet. you laugh as you're spun around and around and around. the world blends and bleeds in night-color, deep tones, flashes of flame, and icy jewels.

kaeya watches coolly as you dazzle.

he's watched the whole night, unknown to you while you dance and drink and sing out into the sky.

(watched for longer than tonight, kept close eyes on you for some time now–couldn't help it, can't stand it, sick with it–)

and his patience wanes as he watches another man grab for your waist, twirl you into another dance. he commits the face to memory. if the man disappears tomorrow, whose to say? who would know?

(if you disappeared tomorrow, whose to say? who would know? he'd take care of you, he swears.)

you don't know it, but he's growing restless, watching, unable to look away. and he's a moment away from doing something he shouldn't when you all but twirl your way into his trap.

you stumble a little, head swimming with wine, gasping as he steadies you.

"well, look what we have here..." he croons.

"captain!" you squeak, righting yourself and oh, that embarrassed, surprised look on your face makes him grin. canines flash.

"you seem to be having a good time." he comments and when you try to step away, he doesn't quite let you. won't let you go now, not that he finally has you.

but you're so malleable like this, you melt easy into where he wants you. something tremendous and horrible flashes inside kaeya, runs it's teeth along the tender parts of him, as if the beast of his desire is asking to be let out, out, out–

"i am," you say earnestly, and then, sweet as you are, you ask, "are you?"

"yes, even more so now," he hums, twirling a strand of hair around his gloved finger.

"kaeya," you admonish and the way you say his name has that beast inside him purring, growling in satisfaction, "'lways the sweettalker–"

you slur the words together, gazing up at him with wide, beautiful eyes that catch the light of flame. you flutter your lashes like ashes upon your cheeks.

he thinks about taking your jaw in his hand. he thinks about taking you away from everyone here, everyone too interested in you for your own good. burning it all down simply because they looked at you, touched you, tried to have you the way he should have you. he thinks about how you'd melt caged beneath his arms. how your throat would look with something pretty to decorate it or his hand around it.

"dance with me," he says, taking your hands, guiding you back towards the fire.

"'m not sure if i–" you shake your head a little, trying to keep up with him, "kaeya, i'm feeling dizzy."

"one dance." he says, getting his hand around the curve of your waist to pull you right up against him, "and then i'll escort you home, like the chivalrous knight i am."

he smiles when he says it, sharp, like a fox.

you go easy enough, sweet rabbit you are, into his arms, let him guide you into a sultry dance to the strings and drums playing. hands all over your waist, your sides, skimming fingers along the underside of your arm to get back to your hands.

you shy away at first and he can't help it, can't help but dig into you a little;

"aw, have i made you nervous?" he asks when he's got his hips flush up against yours. and perhaps you can feel him, perhaps–

"you're so–" you gasp, "you're not as chival-chivalrous as you claim."

he laughs, low and hot in you ear.

but you warm to him and maybe it's the wine, maybe it's just because this is where you belong; in his arms, with him.

your torso turns like waves beneath his hands, up against his own body, and he can feel you move and twist in his arms. he turns you, lets you spin, lets you nimbly dance away, only for him to chase after you. you loosen up, listen to his commands;

"wrap your arms around me."

"that's it, sweet thing."

"now turn for me."

hands on your thighs, he lifts you, spins as the people around you cheer. as you toss your head back and giggle brightly, as a laugh of his own spills out.

and he has everyone fooled, he thinks, that he just wants to dance with you. that he is their good captain, just here for a night of revelry and not for you, you, you–

one dance turns into two, turns into his hands all over you, mouth hovering over yours. turns into kaeya pouring wine into your parted lips, letting it run rivulets down your gasping throat, your heaving chest, into your bodice.

he thinks of licking it clean, following the trail down, down, down–

one dance turns into him coveting you.

it turns into him guiding you away from the revelry finally, hand at the small of your back.

"you'll take me 'ome, kaeya?" you slur, clinging desperately, stumbling enough that he finally decides to lift you clear off the ground. you yelp in surprise, but your arms come around his neck and you tuck your face into his chest.

"of course," he purrs, even as he walks, you cradled in his arms, towards his own home, and not your own. helpless thing you are, even when you fuss a little, when you realize, dazedly, that this isn't your home, but his.

and if you wake up in his bed, covered in fur blankets, perhaps in his clothes, don't think too hard about it–kaeya's a knight, right? too good? he only took care of you. you're unharmed, clean, and warm beneath his covers, so he must've only helped you to bed.

(he was good, he vows to himself; he didn't touch you, just himself, to the sight of you beneath fur and his clothes, sleeping soundly.)

if a man from the night before has gone missing, you shouldn't think all that hard about him, either. can hardly remember, anyways, can you?

all you can remember is kaeya, is that it? and the water he coaxes into your lips the following morning? how fun he was to dance with the night before?

and the look in his eyes, maybe, when he finally caught hold of you and simply wouldn't let go.

#kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya alberich x y/n #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #tw yandere #genshin impact x reader #tw dark content #i feel like i don't know how to write him yet like he's so new to me i hope this is okay fjkdsfkd #but regardless was fun #i am....in love w him #he is so......

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allkordelia · 10 months

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (34)

When we finally decided to show ourseleves the welcoming celebration was moved from the throne room to godswood, my arm was loop through meleah's arm as I leaned on her while she guided me to godswood. I don't know what has gotten into me, I had so much energy earlier now all I feel is tired and sluggish and big. This reminds me of something what I can't put my finger on what, maybe it's the stress getting to me, yeah, once I finish here and get back home I will feel like myself again.

Only the Red Keep and the people who stay in it can only be the reason to make me feel like absolute shit for no reason, I sigh to myself.

"Where's my pomegranate." I ask turning to look at meleah making the girl sigh herself.

"I told you, my queen. They are still looking for one," My frown deepen as we walk down the halls.

"Gods, I hate this place." I mutter, how can they not have pomegranates, they are one of the most imported fruit in westeros and they're still looking. Pigs. All of them. This place thinks about nothing but themseleves....

The moment we made it outside, I stirr meleah to the table filled of food. I unhook my arm from her as I look at the various of finger foods to eat, as I think about what I should eat first the rumble in my stomach made me realize it didn't matter. So, I took the crabapple tart from the platter and pop one in my mouth, my lashes flatter in delight at the bittersweet taste before moving to grab a plate and start pulling sweets and others onto my plate.

"My lady must you get so much," I pause and look at her before looking down at my plate that sat a separation of sweets and tidbits before glancing back at her with a frown.

"Gods, no wonder I'm getting fat, I'm stress eating." I groan moving to abandon the plate on the table, but meleah stop me from doing so as she took the plate from me.

"No, I didn't mean it like..." she sigh, "You look fine, my queen. Here." I shook my head as she tries to hand it back to me making my hands out in front of me.

"It's okay, nope. I'm fine. I'm not hungry anymore," I lied as I glance at the food and back meleah, she gave me a pleading look making me turn my head away.

"Fine." She said defeated, "Why don't I hold on to it, and if you get hungry again you can take a sweet or a tidbit off the plate, so people can think we are sharing and not all of it is yours." I bite my cheek and glance at her.

"You will do that for me?" I ask a bit uncertain, why am I feeling unsure, of course meleah do that for me she's my friend, "Thanks, Mel." She gave me purse smile as she bow her head at me.

I swipe a pork with bread around and quickly putting it in my mouth, gods that's nasty, even through I hate this place with a passion their food are always amazing. I cover my mouth as I chewed making me glance around at the lords and ladies, I look away from the people distracted by a bird in the weirwood tree. I move away from meleah to go near the tree trying to see the bird, I stand under the creepy face tree looking at the long branches that look to stretch out forever. As I move around the tree to stand behind it I finally found the bird perched on a branch, it red feathers blended in with the blood-red leaves.

"What are you looking at?" I narrow my eyes at the bird as the person behind m3 ask.

"A bird."

"A bird?" He repeated making I hum.

"Yes, a bird. A Summer Tanager to be exact," It was his turn to hum.

"I don't see it." I lean back so my back can be touching his chest a bit before I move to point up in the tree.

"It's right...there on that scrawny branch between those two larges ones." I felt him move closer so the front of his body was flash against my back and his chin hover over my right shoulder.

"Do you see it, my prince." His hands went to my waist gently squeezing them.

"Yes, my queen." I turn my head just as daemon did the same, a broad smile painted his lips as he gaze at me.

He squeeze my waist again before leaning towards my lips, before he can get a kiss outta me. I look away from him and move out of his hold to lean against the tree, daemon look at me with amuse look before moving to lean against the tree too parallel from me.

"A fun fact about birds is that some are said to be smarter than humans," I said looking up as the bird flit to another branch making it shake and some leaves fall off.

"Are they now." I nod as I look at the bird flit again over to another branch, "I never knew you found birds interesting." I look at him.

"I don't. I just like reading about them, my favorite bird is the shrikes." Daemon raised his brow.

"Why? Because their cute and small." I chuckle as I move close to daemon making him smirk at me, as my hand brush against his hand making him grab it.

"That's one of the reasons," he press his lips to my palm making something in me spark and make me bite my bottom lip.

"What's the other." He ask moving my hand to rest against his cheek, my thumb caressed his cheek making him lean into my hand.

"Mostly because of their nickname, butcher birds, they got their names from impaling their prey on thorns or sharp branches to eat and store for later." I said as I slide my hand from his touch making him look at me with a bemused look, "Just because something is small and cute, my dear. Doesn't mean it can't kill you, daemon."

He face came close to my own, I could feel and smell his breathe from how close he was. It made you want to close the gap and kiss him already.

"I love it when you threaten me, my queen." A deep purr from him caused my mind to go foggy, it was the same sound he will make when he was on top of you. My core squeezed around nothing at the thought of him, gods how you want him inside of you.

"Not...threatening, my love. Just educating." I purr leaning closer to him.

He made it hard for me to think clearly. I could tell he felt the same way as his eyes hasn't stop peaking down at my swollen breast in this dress, I watch as his tongue poke out wetting his lips before our eyes made contact. His light purple eyes were now cloudy dark lilac as he stare at me, I look at his hand feeling it on my waist as he squeezes me before moving to slide behind me to grope my backside. As he kneaded my ass all I can think about is how all the time we laid in bed together. Those slender fingers were the ones that brought me to a mind-boggling orgamic bliss so many times, and how his soft lips would kiss along my thigh until he mouth on me. Gods how you want to feel him inside you again.

"...daemon," I whispered making him hum, "kiss me." He move his hand to the back of my neck bringing me onto a heated kiss.

I moan softly against him as he pull me flash against him, I could feel his tent poking me as I rub myself against casuing to let out a small whimper. His lips move from my lips to my neck as he kiss and suck along the my collarbone, as i allow him to push my back against the tree, the sudden sounds of people around us made me remember where we were at. I move to pull his mouth from my body before pecking him on the lips, before he could pull me in for another deep kiss. I move away from his hold and made my way from behind the tree.

I look over my shoulder with a smile to see him watching with lovesick grin as he comes from around the tree, when his name was called by a familiar female voice. I turn my eyes away and made way through the people who started to leave back inside to find Meleah.

@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @avidreader73 @green-lxght @spderm4nnnn @supermassiveblackhope @watercolorskyy @stargaryenx

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kiwiplaetzchen · 9 months

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What's your favorite baked goodie lovely Kiwi?

*smiles softly as I hold my cookbook to my chest*

Scilla... such a cruel Question... How am I supposed to choose a favourite? So many choices… *Mental images flash through my mind.*

Okay, okay! I was told to simply list as many things as possible within one minute. So here you go!

Bread, Pretzel, Croissants, Biscuits, Cookies, Christmas Cookies, Eclairs, Shortcake, Torte, Cake, Carrot Cake, Cheesecake, Apple Pie, Berry Tart, Lemon Cake, Lemon Tart, Lemon Roll (everything with lemons, really!), Strawberry Cake, Strawberry Roll, Strawberry Tart, Tiramisu, buttered Muffins, Donuts, Cinnamon Rolls, Churro...

You don't want me to list the german goodies... The list would be too long.

#scilla-aster #ask #Kiwi and the goodies #such a cruel Question this early in the morning #guess what I'm craving now

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crystalsblogcorner · 6 months

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After a long wait, chapter 4 is finally done and out! Hope y'all enjoy it and sorry it took so long, school and all hit me like a train and i haven't been able to move for often, but it's done and if you haven't read the others, go and read those or nothing is gonna make sense. I am also taking requests for stories, if you have one just send me a ask! Hope y'all enjoy!

Word count: 3963 words

TW: this has vore, panic attacks, and blood so if you don't like those things, don't read

Chapter 3

School Days

*Beep Beep Beep* Tubbos alarm sounds, the screen flashes red with the number 7:30 am. After a few seconds of constant beeping, tubbo slaps the top of it, making the annoying sound stop in its tracks. "Ugh, damn it's morning already?" Tubbo groans, slightly propping himself up, but stops as he feels a shift of movement on his lower abdomen. He looks down to find Ranboo, his best friend that his mom "bought" about a week ago. He tilted his head and smiled, watching as his tiny chest rose and fell with every breath. " I won't let anything happen to you, not again," Tubbo whispers as he gently nudges Ranboo, accidentally flipping him over completely before whispering ,"Ranboo, time to wake up."

Ranboo's silent for moment until he mumbles back tiredness still fogging his brain, "five more minutes." Tubbo sighs as he picks up Ranboo, setting him to the side before getting up and slipping on his fuzzy bee slippers.

"Ok fine, just five minutes and then we gotta go, ok?" Tubbo tells him before hearing a small "mk" from his sleepy friend. He smiles and walks towards the door, opening slightly before walking through it, closing the door behind him with a thud.

-a few minutes later-

"Ok Ranboo it's time to go," tubbo whispers as he opens the door, looking over to see ranboo staring right at him, his irises glowing a bright purple. Woah, that's new, tubbo thinks before saying, "y- you ready?"

"Mhm," ranboo sleepily replies as he walked across the fluffy bed. As he did this, tubbo put on his hoodie, the baggage will help hide Ranboos form when he in his pocket. He looks at ranboo, his tail wagging side to side as he rubs his eyes. Tubbo laughs quietly before setting his hand down, ranboo climbing impatiently onto it. Tubbo slowly brings him up to the hoodie pocket, ranboo climbing in not long after. After ranboo gets settled, tubbo grabs his bag that sits beside his bed, before sliding over his arms. Tubbo turns and walks out of his room, quietly going past his mom's room, not wanting to wake her up. After getting down to the kitchen he grabs a pop tart out of the pantry, before opening it and snapping off a piece and gives it to ranboo. After ranboo takes the piece, tubbo sits on one of the stools and begins eating the rest of the poptarts.

As tubbo eats his breakfast ranboo asks, " why do I need to stay in your hoodie pocket again while your with other people?" Tubbo swallows the piece before replying.

"Because I don't want you getting hurt, and you being close to me helps that," tubbo explains before taking another bite, finishing the last poptart. Holding a hand under the pocket he gets up before walking towards the door. He grabs the doorknob and twists, letting the door open before walking through. "Now let's get to school," tubbo tells ranboo as he closed the door behind him before he walked to his car, opening the driver seat door and hopping in. Tubbo closes the door and buckles his seatbelt before her turned on the car, his dark green kia rumbled as he did. He put the car into reverse and pulled out of their driveway before driving off to the Oakwood high school.

-30 minutes later-

As they pull up the school parking lot space, Tubbo unbuckles his seatbelt, before grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat and getting out of the car. He looks around before nudging ranboo, feeling him roll over and mumble something along the lines of, "little longer." I'll let him sleep. He clearly needs it, Tubbo told himself before walking to the two glass doors, opening them to a large hallway. He sees a few other students walking around the side hall, most of them talking with one another. As he walked in, a few of the older kids looked at him with judging eyes before going off about whatever they were talking about before.

Maybe I should go somewhere else, tubbo thinks to himself before speed walking to the library and heads inside, exhaling in relief to the sound of silence. He calmly walks over to the nearest table and sits down, grabbing some paper and pen out of his bag before begining to doodle on the paper. A few minutes pass before the sound of books falling catches tubbos attention, making him look away from his paper towards the sound.

"Hello? Who's there,'' Tubbo demands sheepishly, standing out of his chair with pen still in hand. He looked into the dark corner, squinting hard as he saw a silhouette in the darkness. He walked closer, then the thing turned to look over its shoulder in a bird-like manner, its golden yellow eyes staring right at him, making him feel uneasy. The creature comes closer, revealing itself in the light from the window. Tubbo looks again over its features, realizing it's a hybrid boy, just like him. This boy has tiny wings, a raccoon-like tail, and hair that is as shiny as his eyes are gold.

"You look new, some type of goat I suppose," the boy exclaimed, making circles around tubbo, his tail and ears flicking curiously, "what's your name, 'ought to get to know you."

"Um, t- tubbo, what's yours," tubbo replied as he watched him circle him.

"It's Tommy, but you can call me big man Toms," Tommy replied before hopping onto one of the tall shelves, sitting there like a gargoyle, his tail swaying back and forth. "So, how long have you been here, haven't seen you around here much," Tommy asked as he sat there.

"Uh, only for a few months, just moved here," tubbo told him as he messed with his jacket string, but froze when he felt ranboo move before he leaned onto the edge of the pocket.

"Who are you talking to?" Ranboo asked tiredly as he looked around the room, seeing Tommy looking straight at him, "um tubbo."

"What?" He looked back up at tommy who was looking down at ranboo, his eyes staring at him before asking.

"What's that? Never seen anything like it." Tommy jumped from his post, making tubbo step back a bit.

"His name is ranboo, and he's not a thing, he's a friend," tubbo explained, holding ranboo close while he's still in the pocket.

Tommy stood up straight before laughing, "you really think I would hurt him, don't you? God that's so funny, I like you," he jumped down and put out his clawed hand before asking, "wanna be friends?"

"Uh, sure why not," tubbo said as he shook Tommy's hand, the first bell going off not long after. "Well it was nice meeting you tommy, but I gotta go to class," he explains as he picks up his stuff and slings his backpack over his shoulder," bye."

"Bye tubbo, and if you need help with somethin' just call my name and I'll come runnin'!" Tommy says back as he hops onto another shelf, now out of sight, leaving tubbo alone again.

Tubbo sighed before pushing out the doors, leaving for his classrooms. He walked down the winding hall before he got to his favorite class, reading.

He walked in, taking his seat in the back corner, where no one really pays attention to. He sat down and got out his supplies while the other kids chatted amongst themselves, before the teacher called out, "quiet down and turn to page 149 of your books and begin reading." Everyone stopped talking and took out their books before they started reading immediatly, except tubbo who was drawing on a peice of paper with earbuds in, listening to an audiobook instead. The teacher looked over at him and smiled brefily before going back to grading papers.

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Tubbo walks down the crowded hall towards his last class of the day PE, the large metal door coming into sight as he turns the corner. He weaves through the crowd of students towrds the doors, but as he reaches the doors he's pulled into the library and thrown against one of the bookshelves, Ranboo getting knocked out of the pocket in the process. Tubbo hits his head on the mohogany shelves, putting his hand on his head as he sees two highschoolers grab at his arms, immobilizing his movement and ranboo hiding behind tubbos pant leg. Tuboo rapidly glances around the library before hearing the sound of claws being scraped across one of the bookshelves, another highschooler comes out from behind the bookshelf, a cat hybrid with void-like fur covering his legs and part of his neck.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in? Why isn't it Dream's younger brother, Tubbo," he spoke, his voice stinging at tubbos ears as he continued, "and I think you know why you're here, isn't that right?"

"Y- yes, and I still don't have t- the money to repay you, i'm trying, a- and im sorry, ill make s- sure to get it," tubbo stammered, but stops as the cat hybrid grabs at shirt and says.

"Is this all just a game to you? It's been two months since the last time you said that! I'm getting impatient about this agreement and if you don't get it through your thick skull, i'm going to take the thing you love most..." tubbo gulps at the last few words that spill from his mouth, but the feeling of tiny hands grabbing at tubbos pant leg makes tubbo looks slightly down, seeing ranboo gripping his pants.

The cat looks at tubbo confusingly and then looks down to where he's looking, seeing Ranboo, an evil grin spreads across his face ear to ear.

"Well, I guess you have a little pet with you, how sweet," the bully chuckles softly before he snatches ranboo up with a single clawed hand,

"Don't touch him! He's not a pet, he's a-,"Tubbos pleads but gets cut off by one of the goons that kept him held in place by putting their hand over his mouth. Tubbo watches his friend Ranboo squirm as he tries to escape, but a pained wheeze escapes ranboo mouth as the hybrid squeezes his abdomen.

"He's a what? I didn't quite catch that last bit, did you mean to say snack perhaps, maybe a little treat after PE, hm?" The cat mocks, his clawed finger fumbling with ranboos mismatched hair as he talks. Ranboos' face went pale at the remark of the term "snack," his heart fastening under the bandages his scars are covered with. The bully smells the air and sighs in satisfaction before saying, "Ah... I just love the smell of fear.. The scent is so scrumptious it is unbearable, can you smell it Tubbo?" Tubbo takes a whiff of the air, his nose scrunching along with a disgusted look spreaded across his face afterwards.

Ranboos eyes flick from the person that holds him to his friend tubbo, whose eyes lock with tears filling the corners of his eyes, ranboos captor smiles and asks," Oh... so this is what you have a strong connection with huh? A thing that you love?" Tubbo looks at him and struggles, knowing well what he's meaning, before biting the hand that covers his mouth, the goon pulling his hand away from tubbo.

"Don't you even touch a single hair on him you jerk!" tubbo demands, the cat looking at him like a fool as he chuckled

"Oh I won't, you will..." as he said that, both of the highschoolers let go of tubbos arms and walked to stand behind the cat hybrid, who hands ranboo over haphazardly before continuing," you wanna why we were created tubbo?"

"N- no,'' Tubbo replies as he holds his friend in a fist, ranboo eyes looking around wildly, looking dazed immensely.

"We were created to kill the weak tubbo, we were created to destroy things like the little pests they are, so with that, I want you to destroy your little pet, that'll buy you some time to get the money," the cat says with a monotone voice, his eyes scowling tubbo like he was a little sheep he is. Ranboos eyes go wide on what the bully demands tubbo to do, his squirming increasing in tubbos hands, tubbo squeezing upon instinct.

Tubbo steps back against the bookshelf before stammering, "I won't, and you can't make me or i'll-"

"You'll do what? Call your big brother to save you? He isn't here to save you now, and if you won’t, I will," the cat intejects, pointing at himself as he stepped closer and continued, " and don't worry, you'll get the hang of it, you just gotta try it out first."

Tubbo looks down at ranboo, whose face filled with disbelief as he shakes his head, his eyes wide and tears filling the corners, making tubbo wince.

"Hurry up, or do I have to take this into my own hands?" the cat says impatiently, his tail flicking back and forth behind him.

Tubbo closes his eyes and shoves Ranboo into his mouth, the saltiness and coppery flavor immediately hitting tubbos tongue. Tubbo makes a disgusted face and puts his hand on his mouth, feeling ranboo bang on his teeth as tiny tears hit his tongue, hearing his tiny pleads on being let out. He presses ranboo to the roof of his mouth and swallows the excess saliva. He lowers ranboo and moves him to the back of the throat and swallows, his friend sucked down and down after every swallow. His guilt is unbearable, but he smiles slightly as he looks up at the cat hybrid.

"Damn, just diving into the deep end huh? You even got blood on your teeth," the cat remarks as he turns and makes his way to the door, his goons following suit, "See you in a month or two I guess."

As they leave through the library door, tubbo collapses to his knees, one of his hands to his abdomen and one to his mouth, trying hard not to throw up on what just happenedbefore whispering.

"Ranboo?"

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Ranboos filled with disbelief as he bangs on tubbos teeth as he begs to be let out, "Tubbo let me out! Please!"

Tears sting his eyes as he bangs on tubbos canines with brute force, discombobulated thoughts rushing through his mind, Why did I trust him!? I should've ran when I had the chance, now i'm going to die by my own friend. Before long he gets pinned to the the roof of tubbos mouth, felling one of his stitches pop under the bandages, blood seeping his already saliva-soaked sweater.He winces in pain and tries to move, but stops in his tracks when he hears the worst sound imaginable,

Gulp .

He screws his eyes shut for the worst, but he didn't even move, only lowered from the roof of the mouth slowly. He sighs in relief, but that relief is short-lived when he's slid back towards the throat, his breath hitching when he hears another swallow, sending half his body into the throat, and another sealing his fate, sending him down and down after every swallow. His body being crushed by the moving muscles which make it feel like hell, the bone crushing feeling like minutes until it opens up into a pouch, him landing face first into a liquid.

Acid, Ranboos mind jumps to and he scrambles to get out, his body trembling and aching while his mind is fogging, his body being overwhelmed by the sounds of working organs around him. Tubbos heart beating fast, while his lungs hyperventilate. Ranboos curls upon himself, his mind racing and body trembling, the feeling of numbness overwhelming him. He doesn't even get mercy on not being able to see his flesh being melted off his bones due to the greenish glow the entire stomach has. "Please let me out tubbo! Please..." Ranboo sobs out, wincing under the pain his body has endured, putting pressure on the popped stitches on his lower abdomen. A few minutes pass of silence minus the working organs around him, which has slowed down to a moderate heartbeat and breathing.

Ranboo sits there, trembling under everything that just happened, the recurring thought that's popping up in his mind, Why did I trust him so much. But that thought is rushed away when ranboo is squished, most of his body flung into the glowing goo. He squirms a bit to try to get in a better position, but bites his lip in pain.

"Ranboo?" Tubbo whispered, his hand letting go of the chamber, letting ranboo breathe and fall back into the goo that's settled at the bottom of the stomach.

Ranboo silently sobs by the sound of tubbos' voice, his body curling up on himself.

"Shit shit shit," Tubbo curses, getting up and running out of the library, the bathroom not far.

Ranboo falls back into the goo, sticking to his hair and clothes, the smell being horrible. He looks down at his skin, picturing his skin falling off his bones, but not even a burn has shown on his body, but he spots tiny holes scattered about his sweater and bandages, faint sizzling emitting off the holes.

The jostling slows, the sound of tubbo trying to cough him up. The organ squeezes and pushes ranboo uncomfortably up tubbos throat and back up onto a paper towel, along with the goo he was sitting in.

"Ranboo! Are you alright," Tubbo asked worriedly as he tries to wipe the excess acid, only for ranboo to push the paper towel away, tears in his eyes. "Ranboo... I didn't mean for you to get hurt, I- I just tried to protect you."

"Oh yea. Is this protecting to you!?" Ranboo snaps at him, pulling on his saliva and blood soaked sweater, the holes showing visibly through the fabric and onto the bandages that cover his stitches, "I could've died and you would've just went on your way, knowing fully well that you did it!"

"It's was the only way, I read that your kind is immune to it in a book somewhere, I know I hurted you but I didn't mean it, and you're bleeding, God I'm so sorry..." Tubbo explains, but his explanation falling onto deaf ears, ranboo visibly shaking with fear in tubbos palm.

Ranboo collapses to his knees and sobs into the heels of his palms, the situation overwhelming him tremendously. "I-I thought I could trust you..." Ranboo sobs out, his breathing hitching as he spoke every word.

The bell rings for everyone to go home, Tubbo sighing before saying as he sets ranboo in his pocket, "c'mon ranboo, let's go home."

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Ranboo sits in his kennel and looks down at his ruined sweater, the holes burned through the fabric enough to put his hand through, making him think, why did my sweater burn but not me? The door opens and tubbo walks in,closing the door behind him and he flops onto his bed.

"Good night ranboo... Rest well ok?" Tubbo says in a monotone voice. Ranboo stays silent and picks up his journal, looking at technos address he wrote onto the first page.

14th Cadbury Ave. 296 That's not far from here, ranboo thought, the faint noise of tubbo snoring making ranboo make up his mind. Ranboo ties all his blankets together and ties them to the crate before throwing the rest out the cracked window, reaching the ground perfectly. Ranboo grabs a hoodie and slips it on, grabbing his journal and the blanket rope after. He looks at tubbo one more time before climbing down, landing on the soft grass a few minutes later. "14th Cadbury Ave. it's this way I believe," ranboo whispers to himself as he walks away from the underscore household, and into the unknown of the world.

-few hours later-

Tubbo wakes up from a nightmare, his face sweaty and heart racing, but a chilly breeze hits him, making him look over at the cracked window. He pushes the blankets off him and slips on his slippers before getting up and walks over to the window. He grabs the window sill to push it down but stops as he sees the blankets wrapped together to make a rope, leading outside. Tubbo panics and looks into ranboos crate, seeing nothing inside, making his heart skip a beat. He opens his door and goes down the hall and opens puffy's door, tubbo going over to puffy and shaking her gently awake repeating, "mom, ranboo's gone and I think he left out the window."

Puffy wakes up and says, "you sure? Did you check in his kennel?" Tubbo nods his head vigorously, puffy looking at him with disbelief. Puffy gets out of bed and follows tubbo to his room, tubbo turning on the light as he walks in.

"Oh my..." Puffy says as she sees the blankets rope tied the the transport kennel, "why would he leave?"

Tubbo feels a pang of guilt as puffy asks that question, the taste of copper unable to leave his mouth, it eating away at his conscience.

"Tubbo? Is there something you need to tell me?" Puffy asks in a worried tone, tubbo sighing and sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

"I messed up so badly at school yesterday," tubbo explains as puffy sits beside him as he continues, " so yesterday the bully I've told you about said he'll take the thing I l-loved most if I didn't get him the money, and he found ranboo hiding with me, afterwards he found out that Ranboo was the thing I loved most. And he-," tubbo stops for a moment, his breathe hitching as he continues further," he told me I had to k-kill ranboo mom, I didn't want to so the only thought I had is to eat him. I knew he wasn't going to get hurt based on his genes about being immune to acids, extreme heat and cold, I didn't mean to scare him, and he was bleeding, I-I tried to help but he just pushed me away, God I'm such a bad friend." Tubbo lays his head in his hands again. Puffy sits there for a moment before placing her hand on tubbos back and rubs it as tubbo cries into his hands.

"You tried to protect him, he was just scared, you would probably be scared if that happened to you, just give him time, he'll come back," puffy calmly remarked as she continues rubbed circles on tubbos back before looking over at the window as she says, "I promise."

"Just around the corner, " ranboo repeats as he walks on the side of the sidewalk through the lantern lit streets with houses lining the streets. He turns the corner and comes up to a house, 296 . Ranboo sighs with relief as he climbs the steps before reaching the gigantic door seeing the doorbell about 60 feet in the air., How am I going to ring the doorbell, ranboo thinks, but he sees a smaller door right beside it, with a accurate sized doorbell, looking exactly identical to the gigantic one. "That'll do," ranboo states as he walks over to the door and hesitantly rings the doorbell, I quiet chime emits from it. He stands there for a moment, hearing voices inside before someone opens the door, but the person isn't not techno. Instead it a tiny like him, but giant birdlike wings sit on his back along with blond hair that looks like pure gold tied up into a messy bun. He wears a dark green robe with a red heart necklace around his neck that glows faintly.

"How can I help ya mate?" The winged tiny asks with a smile.

part 2 chapter 1

#Shifting Bonds AU #t!ranboo #g!tubbo #TW vore #Tw blood #TW panic attacks

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lifeflowingon · 2 years

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| ROYAL |

SUMMARY: A day in the life... but make it royal.

PAIRING: Namjoon x female reader

GENRE: Established relationship, arranged marriage.

WARNINGS: Smut.

A/N: Namjoon drabble #5

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"What are you doing?"

"Baking some goods for the princess"

"You just got back. Why are you busy already?" he asked, looking at her softly, while she moved around the kitchen palace.

"Honey, it took me a lot to convince my father to let me stay at court. And I've missed so much. I missed the engagement..."

"But, they were engaged for like a year. How could you-?"

"I missed the wedding" she continued, pointedly "I just want to be here Joon" she added, turning on herself and hugging his waist "I also miss you when I'm away".

"Your father is the ambassador and you have to go with him. I understand that".

"Not anymore" she exclaimed cheerfully "I convinced him and I'm staying"

"What? Really?!"

"Where do you want to place the tarts milady?"

"On the basket, please darling, thank you" she answered to her maid "I want to gift all of that to the future queen. I'm so excited" she added, while carefully helping the maid place the freshly made desserts "I don't know her but I already like her".

"Dear..."

"Shush Joon, she is from another country and not only that makes us more powerful but she is so lovely! I also wish you could have gone with me when I went there with my father. The country is so so beautiful!"

"You know I have to stay here, since I'm the royal advisor".

"Nonsense" she moved her hand around, to point it out how absurd it was "There is no war and not immediate trouble. You could have gone with us.

But enough about it, I just wanna meet her."

"And you will, eventually" She smirked at his comment.

"Milady why don't you take a bath before meeting the princess? I'll have the room and the basket ready for you".

"Mmm what do you say Joon?" She whispered mischievously "Want to take a bath with me?"

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In the privacy of the room, her muffled moans could be heard over the ripple of water.

"Joon" she whined, scratching his wrists to let him know he needed to help her move her hips faster.

His lips were on her chest, on her neck and on her lips, silencing her sounds.

After the maid has taken off her clothes and started bathing her, she had lost confidence that her fiancé was going to show up to take a bath with her. But she had been wrong.

After discovering him looking at her from the doorway, she had smiled lustfully. Her body trembling in anticipation, while he took off his glasses and jacket.

"Darling" she called at her maid "Can you leave us? Joon is going to help me finish the bath".

"Sure milady. Let me know when you want to get dressed".

While the maid left her room, he walked over her and helped her wash the soap away.

"I'm glad you are back" he said.

"Me too love, I've missed you so much. You know I hate going away from here".

He kissed the skin over her heart and she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Join me before the water gets cold. I need you".

Nodding, he leaned back and started stripping himself.

Now, she was on top of him, gasping while she closed her eyes and the pleasure flashed through her body.

"R-Right there! Right there Joon!" She moaned loudly, feeling the orgasm course through her, locking her muscles in place. Hugging her tight, he kept moving until he completed himself inside of her. Having the impression to be in another plane, she felt his lips leave ghost kisses on her face and neck.

"I lied to you" she mumbled, spread on top of him.

"About what?"

"I convinced my father about staying here, because I said I wanted to marry you already"

"Really?"

"Yes. Are you mad?"

"Of course not dear" he tenderly mumbled, as he caressed her back.

"Good. I just thought, why wait? We can just get married now and I won't have to go away ever again.

Smiling, he touched her face delicately and put some of her messy hair behind her ear.

"Nothing will make me happier".

"Great!" she exclaimed excitedly "I'll start with the preparations, you won't have to worry about anything. But first things first, I must know the princess already. I want her to be my maid of honor".

"Honey, you are not a friend of the princess".

"Yet darling, yet".

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Hope you like it :)

(And absolutely inspired by Wicked c14 by @adonis-koo )

#au #bts au #bts #kim namjoon #rm #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #royal #arranged marriage #established relationship #masterlist #drabble #ff #btsfanfic #lifeflowingon

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greenteaanon · 2 years

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Oh how i love d the storyteller au in sagau!! Thank you for doing such amazing works!!💕

I'm so glad you enjoyed that, and Oh heres the follow up from this post

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Venti and the Knights tried to chase after you, you couldn't preform in Liyue anymore since your cover was blown. You were in a dark clearing in Wuwang Hill with a group of slimes and other wildlife.

You stood there performing, you wanted a human audience but this would have to do for now. "This is the story about the lone flower, the flower did bloom in a feild, without a tree, nor weed can be seen even the hills" you fanned out pointing to the ground "It was tried to be picked and plucked and torn, but it refused to die in a feild alone" you clutched your fists and sighed.

"The flower grew thorns a wall caging its heart, its flame had faltered cold and bitter no longer like a sweet berry tart" you covered your chest where your heart should be at.

"The sweet Summer Scent faded to a foul smell 'If I would be harmed for being perfect I shall become foul and unappealing, then maybe they'll leave me to die alone as well' the flower spoke alone in despair" you bowed to the slimes who fell asleep and you heard light claps. You turned your head to see who it was picking up the bamboo stick you've used as a defense polearm.

"Hey! hey! No need to point that at me, I won't hurt you" A boy carrying a book and a sword spoke to you. You didn't speak, "I very much like your story, I would want to hear more" You Recognized this Chivalrous young man as Xingqui. "Xingqui where are you?" A certain icey blue exorcist walked into the clearing. "Ah Chongyun, Come one take a seat Listen in" Xingqui pulled Chongyun to a Rock to sit down on. You were scared mostly confused on why they haven't groveled at you.

"w-well please enjoy..." You said as you bowed Infront of them. It was a lengthy improvised story Xingqui was absolutely facinated Chongyun was confused. "Why won't you perform at the tea house at the harbor, you're just as good as that masked storyteller" He asked. "Well I am Arson....well was atleast" he was shocked to say the least "So your...." You flash an awkward smile "Please Keep it a secret" He just nodded, you trust him.

"but can we bring some friends for the next performance? don't worry it's Just Xiangling and Little miss Qiqi" He pleaded your gaze softened and nodded yes.

Let's say you guys Are Having fun, you love having an audience, and they love watching their God perform.

#sagau #genshin fanfic #genshin impact cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #genshin impact #genshin imposter au

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minkmousesworld · 3 years

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Hi! I was scrolling through your blog and oh mah lord its amazing 🥺. May I request a forest!au raccoon dog!Tanjiro x snow leopard!reader where the reader is injured, crying and shaking and Tanjiro is trying to calm them down? It's Oki if you can't! I hope you're staying safe and hydrated! Also, don't forget to take breaks bby 🤍

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hello, honeymouse♡ thank you for your request! I wasn't sure exactly how you wanted it done, so I left it to my choice. I hope you like it! thank you so much for being so sweet. don't forget to rest and drink water♡

⌞ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱɴᴏᴡꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ⌝

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: forest au

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: UST, comforting, mention of blood (wounds), mention of panic, mention of escape

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): raccoon dog! Tanjirou Kamado x snow leopard! Reader

writer's note: as I was advised, after I completed the request, I fell asleep... and recently I woke up because of the alarm clock, which I put on "just in case". and I realized that I didn't publish. ouch. also! it's so cute when you use au names(´ ω `♡)

Winter.

In your home, in the mountains, it was almost always winter. Pure snow lay on the mountains, untouched by the hot sun or the footprints of others; except that mountain goats and other snow leopards touched it. And you were comfortable with such a neighborhood.

Down below, it was different. Even the air here wasn't as clean, but it was easier to breathe in. You'd even enjoy it.

If only your lungs weren't burning from running for so long.

When you stepped on the fresh snow with your broad paws, you left shallow, bloody footprints, which the snowfall immediately covered up, covering your tracks. It was hard to move, every step was like stepping on sharp stones, but you tried to get as far away as possible, limping and gasping for breath.

Even if you had no idea where this road would lead you.

The wind began to howl even rougher, driving you forward in icy gusts. The blood flowed more slowly, took on a maroon color and froze on you in thin lines. Even the thick fur didn't help with the cold, which was chilling to the bone.

It seemed that with each breath of frosty, dead air, everything inside you cooled and froze. Trapped in the forest, you had no idea where to go to find shelter.

Running away from one death led you to another. You tried to wipe away the tears that had gathered in your eyes and prevented you from seeing further.

Too much stress.

You snuggled up against the tree and buried your nose in the bark, catching your breath. Memories of the past flashed slowly before your eyes, as if frozen. The moment when you were born, when you lived in a cave; when your mother first took you on a Groundhog hunt; when she said that "a good Snow leopard always knows their snow, and a bad Snow leopard dies in the mud".

When she left and you were alone, surrounded by snow and caves. It wasn't something painful, although at first it was unusual to realize that the only reason you might want to see other snow leopards is "mating season". But soon moving forward, finding a cave to sleep in, and getting food was all you cared about.

While the inhabitants of the forest built burrows, formed pairs and hid from the rains and snows, you ran around the mountains, balanced between cliffs and killed future food, sometimes breaking down from the mountains with prey in your teeth, just to make sure that you would have food.

Until They came.

Wrapping a long tail around your leg, you tried to hide from the wind behind a thick trunk with the last of your strength. They smelled of blood and dead things, and you were running faster than you knew what was happening. That alone saved your life.

"Strangers always bring trouble" — that's what your mother told you. She was a very wise snow leopard. [If you had the strength left, you would hope that They didn't reach her, she deserved more].

You put your arms around your shoulders, hugged your knees to your chest, and hid your face in them. The wind will soon stop, and you will be able to find food for yourself. Then go back... there will be no strangers there. You hope for this and that you will find your way back.

Your eyes were uncomfortably close from crying, and your cheeks ached from the cold. It was morning by your biological clock, the time when it was time for you to fall asleep in a cave, tucked into a strategically advantageous corner.

Your head was spinning — from the other air, from the cold, or from fear, you didn't know. The body that had carried you forward on pure fear and lust for life was now a weak meat that needed to rest. Perhaps a little sleep will help you feel better ... Thick fur will protect you from frostbite, frozen wounds from the cold will not disturb.

The wind became weaker. You were sure that by the time you woke up, there would be no wind at all, or it would be very weak. The spirits of the Mountains are merciful to those who need their mercy.

But you couldn't rest.

The smell (pleasant, tart, a stranger) suddenly came up to you. Following the smell, you heard the soft rasp of snow. Something was creeping up on you.

They. They found you.

You didn't understand when you abruptly got to your feet, one paw gripping the trunk of a tree to keep from falling, and when your body became so weak that the sudden rise made you dizzy. It wasn't important.

Your entire body was focused on the outsider, who, meanwhile, was in no hurry to come out of hiding. It was sitting in a thicket of thin branches, and at first you thought you were imagining it.

Before something jerked their ear and you froze in horror. Your throat is parched from the cold; even if you could speak, what would you do? Purred?

Your fingers ached, and you knew that with claws as broken as yours, you would rather catch on to this creature than scratch it. Run away? But where? What if it gets you faster?

Meanwhile, the creature twitched its ear again and... crawled out. It looked a little like a gopher: round, small ears; intelligent, curious eyes. Only the color of this creature was dark, which made it perfectly hide in the bushes and near the trees, but it looked like a bright spot against the background of snow.

When it came out of hiding, looking timidly at you, you didn't move.

It (he? she? the creature looked androgynous, and you didn't understand what gender it was) looked defenseless and tiny, like a weak herbivore that was attracted by an unfamiliar smell. So it wasn't a threat.

Herbivores do not attack without provocation.

But it began to come closer, coming too aggressively fast in front of the bushes.

"Shhh...", the creature stretched out its arms, "it's fine…"

And you staggered back in horror and fell to the snow. The creature paused, letting you catch your breath a few times before starting to get closer. Tears began to gather in his eyes again, making the creature blurry.

But you didn't even try to wipe away the tears.

"Don't cry... It's okay… Don't be afraid of me…"

The creature stretched out its arms. Checkered clothes, hair in a short ponytail, short stature. If you run now, it might catch up. Better to bite. Poor view to aim at the neck.

Even if the review was good, you wouldn't jump at it. Just running.

But it seems to have understood your intentions.

"Wait! I really---"

You immediately rushed back, but fell due to weakness in your hands.

The tears began to gather in her eyes even faster. Your chest ached even more, and you couldn't stand it anymore, sobbing, shaking, trying to crawl as far away as possible. Your body ached for pain and resentment, for your weakness, but your mind screamed that it would devour you, strangers bring only trouble.

The creature stopped. Then it reached into the bag (which, it turns out, was behind its back), and took out something.

Meat.

"You must be hungry," it said softly. "I just want to feed you. Will you let me?"

You couldn't take your eyes off the meat. Not yet frozen, large… you were sure you could smell it. Your body began to whine about hunger, your mind was silent.

"Here, food… I'll just come over to give, okay? I'll leave right away"

The creature crouched, became even smaller and more defenseless, and slowly began to come closer. When it was at the minimum safe distance, it carefully threw a piece of meat closer to you. And then it went away, as promised; timidly (I think, even with regret) looked at you and... went behind the bushes.

And you were left alone. The meat was softer than you thought, but a little bitter. Maybe it was a little rude to chase the creature away like that. On the other hand, what if it was afraid of your reaction and therefore ran away? You just wanted to protect yourself.

With such thoughts, having been sated and warmed, you fell asleep. And even the wounds seemed to hurt less.

◇◇◇

You didn't know what you were dreaming about. The dreams were vague and frightening, and you couldn't get out of them. The images became more eerie and bloody, the sounds grew louder and higher, and you felt trapped.

The only thing that calmed you down was the gentle melody you heard when things got particularly creepy. It was as if there was no escape. Like everything was fine.

The spirits of the Mountains are merciful to those who endure all trials with fortitude, and send their helpers. Sometimes, in your dreams, that creature appeared — with a gentle smile, which said that everything was fine.

And you believed it.

And then they fell back into oblivion.

◇◇◇

You woke up in a warm place.

Earthy air and little light... it was a hole. And you would have rushed up to find the owner and find out what you were doing here, but your body was too weak and your mind was too exhausted. You took a deep breath and looked up. Definitely a hole.

"Good morning", you heard a gentle whisper nearby. "Are you feeling better?"

And after a couple of seconds, next to you sat... a creature.

There was silence. He (up close you could see that it was a rather cute boy) looked you over tenaciously before he began his monologue again:

"You had serious injuries, so I brought you to my house", he raised his head, looking around as if for the first time, "do you like it? Not as cozy as my family's burrow, but after I became an adult, I tried to recreate the same atmosphere at home..."

The boy turned to you with a sunny smile.

"My name is Tanjirou. I am one of the raccoon dogs, Kie's son. You probably haven't heard of me… But I'm still happy to see new residents in the forest! It is sometimes quite lonely here, especially during heavy snows. It's a great stroke of luck that I managed to find you! You're so inconspicuous in the snow!"

Tanjirou paused, looking at you. You only nodded weakly, supporting the monologue.

"You're not from around here, are you? From somewhere in the mountains? I... ", the boy suddenly fell silent.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter where you're from, I'm glad to see you anyway! You can stay with me as long as you want, but I won't let you leave until your body is healed! It's important to take care of yourself, you know? And take care of each other too! We're all friends!"

He looked at you kindly again.

"You're lucky you were able to come down. When I saw you, your wounds were monstrous… You're very strong… Is that what I was talking about? Oh, yes! In the forest…"

And under his quiet, lulling voice, talking about all sorts of nonsense, you involuntarily fell asleep. Only at the edge of consciousness did you feel a light, soft kiss on the forehead, and a quiet "sweet dreams" before falling asleep.

◇◇◇

Tanjirou kept his promise and nursed you for a long time until you looked like a healthy snow leopard.

He constantly brought you food and water; changed your bandages and smeared your wounds with medicinal herbs; helped you warm up your muscles when you were finally able to get out of bed on your own. He massaged your shoulders and didn't ask what happened. During bouts of fever, he brought down the temperature, sometimes sat with you at night and gently held your hand, even if you convinced him that you could handle it yourself!

Tanjirou just shook his head, refusing, and did not move away.

◇◇◇

"The season of flowers is here", Tanjirou once told you, as you were doing muscle exercises, preparing to get completely out of his care. "The snows are gone. You?.."

You gave him a curious look.

Tanjirou hesitated uncomfortably and looked away.

"Recently… I mean, you don't look like that anymore...", Tanjirou took a deep breath, and continued quietly: "I mean… Are you planning on leaving?"

You didn't even have to turn your heads to know which face he asked it with.

Sometimes Tanjirou looked like a real puppy.

#🐹.🌌#kimetsu no yaiba scenarios #demon slayer scenarios #tanjirou kamado x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #🍮.forest au #gender neutral reader #🍑.tanjirou kamado #🍭.comfort #🍭.ust

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flutteringdreams-matw · 3 years

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Out of Time (14)

First/Last

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Word Count: 7283

Previously: Dan duplicated and went for Jack, Maddie and Jazz. With some help from Dani, Valerie and Vlad, they defeated Dan... not before Jazz revealed that their parents know. Also... "You okay Mr. Lancer? How did you escape?"

Mr. Lancer started to answer, but a different voice beat him.

"Tuck."

"Danny!?"

Now: Meanwhile - Lancer's in trouble. Warning: Violence, ectoplasm, some graphic descriptions.

Please let me know what you think! Feel free to drop a reply or reblog whatever. Next chapter will be out on Wednesday (link will be in the replies!)

Meanwhile...

"And what, may I ask, gave you the absurd idea to come out here in the middle of a ghost invasion?" Mr. Lancer frowned as he glared at the two teenagers in front of him. Dash and Kwan looked at each other sheepishly, neither appearing to have an answer for the vice-principal. Lancer sighed, rolling his eyes slightly as he jerked his arm backward toward the school. "No matter - get to the Nasty Burger. That's the nearest safe zone."

"Isn't the school closer?" Kwan asked, frowning slightly.

Lancer sighed again. "It would be closer, but Phantom's shield caused parts of it to cave in." he shooed them quickly. "Now go on, I don't want Tetslaff on my case tomorrow morning about two freshman on her starting line-up injured in a ghost attack."

Both boys nodded, before they jogged past the school. Lancer watched them go with a slight frown, bringing the walkie-talkie up to his mouth. "Two more coming your way Maria."

He heard the gym teacher scoff. "Only you could get away with calling me that William," she replied gruffly. "I have a reputation to uphold."

Lancer hummed non-committedly, hearing the line click as she signed off. He took a look around the school grounds, making a mental note to figure out who left their cars in the middle of the street on a Sunday during a ghost invasion. He looked up at the dark sky, frowning as he saw jagged pieces of Phantom's shield looking like it would fall.

"Mr. Lancer?"

The teacher turned at his name and his eyes widened in shock. Daniel Fenton was staggering over to him. He looked injured, tripping over his feet as wide blue eyes looked at him in alarm.

"War of the Worlds! Mr. Fenton, what are you doing out here?!" Lancer exclaimed, rushing over to the teen. They met in the middle, Danny falling into the teacher's arms with a small cry of pain. "What happened!?"

"I-" he started, looking around wildly. "The ghost - it attacked. My family - Mr. Lancer, my family!"

Lancer frowned worriedly; the boy was in hysterics. "Danny, I don't understand," he said slowly. "Deep breaths now. What about your family?" He tried to get the boy onto his feet but needed some support. "Why are you out here on your own?"

A look of confusion crossed the boy's face briefly, before it subsided. "He - that ghost," the boy started, seeming to calm down. "He went after all of us. I escaped but my family - they must still be there!"

Lancer looked the boy over - now that he was up close he saw no definite signs of injury, nor did he seem to show any illness that he claimed to have when he was last in school. Lancer frowned; the teacher had been subject to this boy's excuses for two years. Danny may lie, but when he was worried or concerned, you could hear it clearly in his voice. This? This seemed different. It was cold - distant.

"Where? Your parents have been fighting for hours around the city - I saw your mother not too long ago." He turned west, toward the park with a frown. "Are you sure they were captured?" The boy nodded earnestly. "Alright, let's get you to the Nasty Burger and then we can get to your family."

Danny frowned. "The Nasty Burger?"

Lancer let go of the teen, seeing that he was stable now, and headed toward the local hangout, beckoning the student to follow. "The nearest safe area?" he supplied, a questioning eyebrow raised in Danny's direction. Again, a brief look of confusion flashed across his face - Lancer could have sworn the boy's eyes were red - before it disappeared, the boy in question nodding in acceptance.

They walked in silence, Danny following the teacher closely as Lancer spared him another glance. Danny's eyes were darting around but he held a small smile that made the man's skin crawl.

Something was wrong.

"Hey Mr. Lancer?" Danny called out evenly. They locked eyes, Lancer giving a small nod inviting him to continue as he faced forward. "Whatever happened to the test I cheated on?"

Lancer bristled, surprised by the question. "I don't follow."

"You know? Last year?" the boy continued. There was something in his voice that Lancer couldn't place. "The C.A.T.?"

Mr. Lancer stopped, eyes widening and not turning around. He heard the boy do the same a short distance away. He swallowed slightly, licking his lips before he answered. "You didn't cheat on the C.A.T." he said calmly.

"Oh," Danny's voice was tart now, something more sinister underneath. "What happened to the answers then?"

The teacher's gasped slightly, getting unnerved at the line of questioning. "Danny… you gave those to me." He turned around to face his student, suspicion rising throughout his being. What did the Fentons say about overshadowing?

The teen's eyes were dark, a scowl plastered across his face at the answer. "You know," the boy said darkly, not hiding any malice in his voice. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." The teen's body started to glow, red eyes radiating heat around them. Mr. Lancer stumbled backward, trying to get away from whatever was possessing his student. "If you didn't bring my family to the Nasty Burger, telling them about that test… I would have never existed. I suppose I have to thank you."

What!? Lancer thought, mouth opening and closing as green energy started to swirl around the boy's body. "American Psycho!"

The ghost, laughed, mixing in with Danny's voice, unnerving the teacher. "Do you see it yet Mr. Lancer?" he asked sinisterly. "The resemblance? Come on - you're a smart man." The ghost moved toward him, making Lancer move backward to get away. "It's the end for you," the ghost said, smiling as his hand lit up with the same green energy that surrounded him. As it raised its hand in striking position, it gasped - a red vapour coming from its nose. It barely registered the sensation before a black and white blur slammed into the ghost with a yell. The blur stopped, hovering in front of teacher as the ghost was flown backward, skidding across the concrete.

Lancer let out a sigh of relief as Phantom turned around, looking at him worriedly. "Are you okay Mr. Lancer?" His voice was gruff and low, as if it took too much energy to keep speaking.

"Better thanks," he said, eyes still wide as he looked at the scowling ghost thrown back. Phantom's gaze followed, a grim expression washing across his face.

"Still alive, I see," the ghost snarled, staggering upright. It still unnerved the man that he was in his student's body.

Phantom's eyes narrowed. "You seriously need to chill out." Lancer watched as the teen hero's eyes turned blue, as did his hands as he sent a blast of ice toward Danny Fenton's body. As the boy froze, Phantom turned back to the teacher. "You need to get out of here," he said urgently, landing and bringing a hand to his chest. "Dan won't rest until he kills you."

Lancer thought he might throw up. Dan…. Like Daniel? "Me?!" he asked incredulously. The teacher shook his head. "No wait - what about Mr. Fenton?"

Phantom tensed, frowning at the teacher. "That isn't Danny Fenton," he said darkly. "And it never will be."

"Come again?" Mr. Lancer asked weakly, looking to the frozen figure a few feet away. His form seemed to be melting the ice.

"When was the last time you saw him?" Phantom pressed, facing the frozen ghost and holding his arm out protectively to stop the teacher from running over. "Think Mr. Lancer - when was the last time you saw Danny Fenton."

Lancer blinked at the question. "Friday," he answered, looking ahead. "And he was ill."

Phantom raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you really think the Fentons would let him out to fight ghosts if he was ill? He's still hold up at Fentonworks under the ghost shield." Dan broke through the ice with a roar, cutting off their conversation. Phantom's jaw set, eyes narrowing as Dan mirrored his stance. "Mr. Lancer - you need to get out of here. I don't know how long I can hold him back."

Two rings of white light appeared at the imposter's waist, transforming him in a larger, flame haired ghost. Lancer gasped, turning back to the younger ghost in front of him; the boy did not look well.

"Will you-" he started, but Phantom glanced backward, a side glare indicating that he over stayed his welcome. "Be careful." With one last warning, Lancer ran toward Casper High, the closest place away from the feuding ghosts.

:-=-:

As Mr. Lancer finally left, Danny allowed himself one moment of relief before glaring across at his older self. I need to get him out of the city, Danny thought frantically as Dan stalked over. The older Phantom was furious, running toward him with a wordless roar. Danny braced himself, going into a fighting stance before Dan reached him, blocking a punch to the face. Danny ducked, sweeping his injured leg with a wince, knocking Dan off his feet and punching the older ghost in the face. Dan recoiled, growling slightly as he launched at the teen again, tackling him to the ground.

Dan grinned as he pinned the younger Phantom to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the face. After the sixth punch, Danny managed to free an arm and with a grunt threw Dan off of him. He rolled over with a groan, coughing slightly as he attempted to stand, ignoring the small drops of ectoplasm coming from his face. He gasped suddenly, flipping back in the air as Dan came at him again with a flurry of punches. Danny dodged them all. Eventually, he found a small opening and punched Dan clean in the gut. It hit true, sending Dan flying backward with a grunt of pain.

Danny dropped to one knee, wincing heavily as he eyed his evil counterpart. "You won't win," Danny told him, breathing hard as he glared at the ghost in front of him.

Dan smirked as he got up, breathing equally as hard. "Really? I thought I already had?" he goaded. "Face it Danny, you're fighting a losing battle here. Either I waste you now or I wait until you run the clock out on yourself. You may have saved Lancer - for now - but how about our parents? Jazz?"

Danny's eyes lit up in anger as he stood up. Plan be damned. Danny breathed deeply and let out a desperate Ghostly Wail. It caught Dan by surprise, sending him back toward a shop with a crash. The wail didn't last long, Danny cutting it off with a strangled cry of pain as he dropped to his knees. One hand came to his burning throat, the other curled around his side as the rings of light attacked him again. That was stupid, Danny berated, gasping as green sparks of energy attacked his core.

He was exhausted, wondering how he would ever think of getting Dan to the forest now as he doubled over. "Come on," he grunted, trying to focus through the pain. "You're not done yet."

A crash from afar had his head whipping up. Dan flew upward, hands alight with ecto-energy racing toward him. The evil Phantom landed forcefully on the ground, creating a shockwave of energy outward from the impact. It hit Danny in the chest, sending him crashing into a light post. The boy shook his head, trying to clear it and stand up. Another round of sparks attacked him, keeping him grounded as Dan moved toward him.

"It's like I've said before," Dan said as he finally reached him. "I'm inevitable." He picked the boy up by the collar and flung him across the road, hitting one of the abandoned cars with a sickening crash. Danny groaned, moving slowly and glaring at Dan.

Suddenly, Dan stopped - a blank expression on his face. Danny barely had a chance to register it before something shifted. Dan contorted, looking more animalistic than he ever had. He bared his fangs, tongue hanging out and red encompassed his irises. He let out a roar - sonic waves coming out, making Danny fall again. The teen looked up with wide eyes, frozen in the face of sheer power coming from his evil self. The roar caused the car windows to explode outwards as they cracked, bits of rubble started to break apart from the ground; this was no wail. This was raw energy. Red eyes locked with green and with a vicious smile Dan teleported in front of Danny, grabbing the injured teen by the throat. The teen let out a cry of pain as he was choked for the third time that day.

"You told them?!" Dan hissed, his ghostly echo much deeper than it was normally.

Danny let out another cry of pain as he stared at his evil self with wide eyes. What?

"Our parents." Dan continued, eyes narrowing. "They know who we are… and they accepted it." He threw Danny roughly into another car, causing the car alarm to go off. Quickly, Dan flew over again, grabbing him by the arm and put a foot on the boy's back. He pushed Danny toward the ground, hearing the small gasps of pain the boy beneath made. With a dark grin he pulled Danny's arm upward and after a sickening pop, Danny's shoulder came out of his socket. He barely registered the younger's scream through his fury.

Dan snarled, letting go of his arm to grab a fist full of his hair. "You don't deserve their acceptance!" He growled. The evil Phantom hurled Danny in the air; hands alight with green energy and sent a strong ecto-blast toward him.

The blast hit him straight on and with a shout, Danny was sent flying backward. His back hit the school hard, bouncing off it slightly as he slid to the ground. He groaned, looking around blurredly in the direction of his future self. So much for getting him out of the city.

"Was the old man worth it Danny?" Dan jeered at him. Danny's hands curled into fists at the sound of the ghost's voice. "You're weakened and alone, my duplicates are taking care of the family and what are you going to do?" Danny's aura shone brighter in anger as his vision cleared. Dan was staring at him almost gleefully, white fangs shining eerily over the town ahead. He started to walk toward the downed teen, hands alighting in green ghost energy. "Your whole world is ending and you're powerless to stop it."

Danny's core throbbed angrily at those words, filling him almost to the edge with harsh electrical energy. His aura sparked to life again and with a quick change of colour in one of his eyes, Danny released a strong ecto-blast coated with electricity straight from his core. It hit its mark, making the ruthless Dan duplicate disappear with a wordless shout of surprise. Finally free of the onslaught, Danny whimpered slightly, sinking lower into the ground as raw green sparks racked his battered frame.

Why'd I think this was a good idea again? He thought bitterly, wincing as something burned at his side. He moved his good arm slowly, vaguely realizing that it was the same side he was hit earlier and swore as his white gloves were smeared with ectoplasm. Not good.

He fumbled slightly with his belt, ignoring the searing pain from his dislocated shoulder as he attempted to grab the Ecto-Enhancers. Come on! As he finally grabbed the pouch, his fingers twitched, sending the Ecto-Enhancers out of reach on the ground in front of him. Danny glared at the small pouch, trying to levitate it closer but pain erupted through his entire being, letting out strangled moan as his vision blackened.

"Help," he whispered desperately, pushing his injured vocal chords further. To his ears, it sounded like he was yelling. He closed his eyes, finding it too hard to keep them open. "Someone. Help."

His injuries and his exhaustion were finally starting to get to him. Vlad wasn't kidding - this sucks. He tried to move again before he was stopped by sharp pains shooting through his ribcage. Broken rib... great. The distance sounds around started to fade as started to lose consciousness.

Danny didn't know how much time had passed when heard hesitant footsteps. Here, he thought desperately. I'm over here. The footsteps got closer. A clang of metal then he heard a voice.

"Brave New World!"

:-=-:

Lancer thought wildly as he hid under his desk in his office. Ghost shield's broken; can't head for the Nasty Burger while those two are at it. More explosions shook the ground as the two ghosts clashed violently outside. Lancer swallowed thickly, glancing to the flashes of green that illuminated the office. Come on Phantom he thought desperately.

The glass shattered as another explosion echoed outside. The teacher shuddered, glancing at the exit as he heard voices yelling outside. If he got to the gym, at least there would be something he could use to defend himself. He crawled out from under his desk, dusting himself off before he gave the exit another glance.

Another crash, a car alarm and a scream reached his ears. The gym it is. The man took off. He made it down two hallways before the building shook in a terrible explosion. Lancer gasped, watching as some of the lockers broke away from the walls, falling into the hall and blocking the way he came. When the building stopped shaking, Lancer continued his journey. He made it to the equipment room, opened it with a shaking hand only to be blocked by equipment that had fallen over. Great. Lancer looked in the small opening of the doorway, reaching inside to grab the best weapon that he could find. His hand found something cold and metallic, which he withdrew very quickly. It was an old beaten golf club. Since when did we have a golf team!? Nodding slightly at the weapon, he glanced to Tetslaff's office. Frowning slightly, he opened the door, peering into it. Once he realized it was clear, he moved to enter it before stopping.

It was too quiet.

Lancer paused, listening for any sounds from the outside world. No explosions, no screams and no ground shaking. He breathed deeply, waiting for something… anything to give him a clue of what was happening. A few minutes passed before he let out a breath. It must be over. He turned back in the direction of his office, wincing as he assessed the damage. "Insurance better cover that," he muttered, turning back to the gym hallway. He was close to the parking lot exit - not the best escape route but better than a sitting duck.

Lancer made his way slowly, golf club at the ready, as he moved through the corridor. He stopped briefly as he passed a window, sucking in a breath at the debris littering the football field. Careful to avoid the broken glass, he continued, keeping a close ear for anything out of the ordinary. When he reached the door, he paused, frowning. The last time I was outside, Phantom and that other ghost were about to…what do the kids call it? Throw Out? Do I really want to go out there? The teacher listened again, waiting at the door for some sort of sign that it was safe. Did they move elsewhere? No explosions, no signs of any fight nearby. He waited a few more minutes before taking a deep breath and opened the door.

The whole block was destroyed; cars with dents, craters on the ground, a few fires here and there. Lancer's jaw dropped, staring at the utter destruction. Green eyes looked at a particular deep crater with smears of green across the pavement. He felt his body move before he was aware, carefully following the green substance through the parking lot until he saw something crumpled on what was left of the wall of the school.

Rather - someone.

Lancer had never seen Danny Phantom so still; the teen's body was littered in injuries. He had his eyes closed, breathing shallowly while he gripped his side. The green ectoplasm oozed out of his body, looking more and more like blood with every second. Lancer's grip on the golf club loosened, letting it fall with a clang onto the ground. Phantom flinched slightly, curling his fist.

"Brave New World!" the teacher exclaimed, eyes widening at the spectre in front of him. Lancer moved toward the boy, kicking a small black pouch with a familiar logo on its front. "What-" Lancer started, picking it up and glancing back toward Phantom. The man jumped, gasping as Phantom's luminous green eyes looked at him desperately. "Phantom - are you... is that…" Phantom's eyes moved toward the pouch, back toward the teacher and back down to the pouch. Lancer frowned, his gaze following Phantom's to the item in his hand. "You need this?" Lancer asked. The ghost opened his mouth to respond, only voicing a strangled gasp and a wince in pain. Phantom nodded slowly, looking at the teacher with a silent plea.

Lancer un-zipped the pouch as he moved to Phantom's side. The young ghost's eyes followed him, blinking heavily as if he would fall unconscious at any point. Lancer's eyes widened, looking at the glowing green syringes and then back to the teen. "Stay with me," Lancer said gently, ignoring his trembling hands and offered the syringes to Phantom. The ghost moved, attempting to take one before he closed his eyes with a grimace in pain. He swallowed, breathing heavily before he opened an eye and looked at Lancer. Lancer looked at the syringes, then back up to Phantom as he realized what the ghost was trying to ask him. "You want me to give this to you?" Lancer asked slowly. Phantom's eye closed, pushing his head back toward the wall of the school before he nodded. Lancer's frown deepened, taking one of the syringes out of the pouch. His hands were shaking still as he moved it towards the boy's arm. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, noting that his voice too was shaking. Phantom's eyes opened again, green meeting green as they tried to communicate. Finally, Lancer nodded, steadying his hand as he injected the contents of the mysterious glowing substance into the ghost.

Phantom's eyes closed, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as the syringe became empty. "Phantom?" Lancer asked softly. He didn't respond. A small sense of panic and worry shot through the teacher. "Phantom, are you alright?" Lancer moved a hand to the ghost's face, touching it gently as he tried to get Phantom to wake up. Please don't tell me I destroyed our town hero. "Phantom, can you open your eyes? You need to stay awake. You're losing too much… blood? Is that your blood?"

Phantom let out a short wheezy laugh which turned into a small fit of coughs. Once they subsided, he nodded, finally opening his eyes and locked onto the teacher. Lancer sighed in relief, falling back to lean on the school wall. "You have to stay awake - my first aid training only covers humans you know." Phantom sent him a quizzical look. "What? I'm a teacher in the most haunted city in America. You think I wouldn't know first aid?"

Phantom gave him a small smile. "'kay," he rasped, wincing.

Lancer frowned, noticing the dark bruises around the ghost's neck; the evil Phantom might have crushed the boy's vocal chords. He then looked to Phantom's side where his blood seemed to have slowed. Odd. "What did I do to you?" he asked quietly, trying to keep Phantom conscious.

Phantom made a face, attempting to speak but a small groan came out instead. He closed his eyes tiredly, breathing through the pain. "Heal," he managed after a while, his voice still raspy and low.

At least I know I won't kill him. "Okay," Lancer said, swallowing slightly. Green eyes looked over the injured hero, finding the dislocated shoulder. He frowned. Phantom may not be able to stay awake if I reset it. "Phantom?" The boy hummed in response, opening his eyes slowly. "Your shoulder is dislocated, I can fix it but you need to stay awake. Can you talk to me as I'm doing it?"

Phantom groaned. "Hurts," he ground out, grimacing as green sparks appeared at his waist. Lancer's eyes widened as they coursed through the boy for a few minutes before disappearing. Phantom's eyes closed, groaning again as he leaned heavily against the wall of the school. "Story," Phantom whispered weakly, eyes scrunched tight.

"Story?" Lancer repeated, furrowing his brow. "You want me to tell you a story?"

"Distract-" Phantom cut himself off with a gasp as more sparks moved through him.

Lancer swallowed as Phantom's body tensed through the pain. Distraction… he wants me to distract him. "Okay, but you need to pay attention," he said gently. "I've had enough students fall asleep in class - don't want to add you to the list."

Phantom smiled, a hint of amusement on his face. "Teacher…..Boring," he wheezed.

Lancer's eyebrows rose. "Are you calling me boring Phantom?" he asked with a smile. The smile faded as Phantom's jaw clenched and more sparks moved through him. "Okay, okay - I'll make it an interesting one," Lancer rushed. "You just stay with me alright?"

Phantom nodded, relaxing slightly. Lancer frowned, moving to Phantom's left to get closer to his arm. "Did you know I have a playbook to guilt students into studying?" Phantom's eyebrows rose, but didn't open his eyes nor respond. "It's true. In my years of teaching, I had to get creative. Besides, my students - thankfully - don't want to learn much about my social life and figured I could mess with them. Interesting enough for you?"

Phantom opened his eyes and looked at the teacher, inviting him to continue.

"I'll take that as a yes," Lancer said, gingerly taking Phantom's arm in one hand and placing the other on his shoulder. He had to time this right. "So my ultimate play works like a charm. See, I have a photo of my sister on my desk and lead the wayward students to believe I don't have enough time to see her since I spend most of the time tutoring students." Lancer had Phantom's attention now, the boy's eyes swimming with confusion. "Here's the thing Phantom," Lancer continued, prepping himself to move the shoulder back into place. "I don't have a sister." Phantom's eyebrows rose incredulously. Here goes. "That photo? It's of me on Drag night."

"Wha-OW" Phantom yelped hoarsely. Lancer moved quickly, putting the shoulder back in place. The teacher grinned sheepishly, watching Phantom's eyes close tightly as the pain moved through him, hissing through his teeth.

"Derek thinks it's hilarious that no one has figured it out," Lancer said quickly, attempting to have Phantom focus back on the story rather than his pain. "He's even offered to dress up as Edwina Lancer to sell it one of these days as a play on my middle name. I think perhaps Ms. Fenton figured it out but she's never said anything nor told her brother, which worked in my favour last year."

Phantom looked at the teacher with wide eyes, gasping as he attempted to process both the pain and the story. "Derek?" he asked with another grimace.

Lancer smiled softly. "My partner; he travels a lot for work so we only ever see each other on the weekends."

Phantom was quiet for a few minutes, breathing deeply through the pain. "Why this story?" Phantom asked finally, his voice sounding less wheezy as he moved to sit up straighter. Lancer helped steady him when he faltered.

Lancer shrugged. "I get to go home to him after all this is over, thanks to you." Phantom gave him a small smile. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, Phantom throwing his head back against the wall of the school as he healed. It was Lancer who broke it. "Can I ask you a question?" Phantom turned to Lancer, nodding. "What was that ghost? He clearly did a number on you."

Phantom's smile disappeared, a dark haunted look drifting across his face. "Someone who shouldn't exist," he said quietly.

Lancer frowned at the response. "He said I created him," Lancer continued. "He wanted me dead."

Phantom shook his head. "You didn't," the teen assured, swallowing slightly. His voice was stronger now. "He's… a lot to explain." Phantom let out a long sigh. "Do you remember the C.A.T. last year?"

Lancer nodded, remembering the evil Phantom saying the same words.

"There was a timeline that caused some stuff to happen - really bad stuff," Phantom continued, shuddering slightly. "That combined with some really stupid choices on my part caused his existence. I defeated him once with some help, but he escaped."

"Sounds like a lot of time travel and alternate reality stuff," Lancer replied with a small smile.

"Kind of, yeah" Phantom said sheepishly. He swallowed again, pushing his head back against the wall and breathed deeply.

"Wait…" Lancer said, realizing something. "Is that why Danny Fenton turned in those answers? Because you asked him to?"

Phantom chuckled darkly. "Nah. He found out what would happen on his own; realized it was too high a cost."

Lancer frowned at the ghost's tone. Danny had been so relieved when he found out he could do the make-up test, showed up for detention on time and accepted it all in stride. In fact, he seemed like he expected more punishment than what was given. It took him months to realize that it wasn't so big of a deal once he came clean. "What cost was that?"

Phantom shuddered. "You really don't want to know," he said cryptically.

Lancer tried to reply, but was interrupted by a faint explosion in the distance. Phantom's head moved toward the sound, face hardening. The teacher frowned as he saw Phantom's eyes clouding in thought and concern. "You're not healed completely, are you?"

"No." Phantom's curt reply came with a frown. They sat in silence again, a few more explosions coming drifting to their ears before a light sparked in his eyes. "Do you have your cell phone?" Lancer frowned, taking out the older flip phone and showed it to the ghost. "I have an idea - can you call FentonWorks?

"FentonWorks?" Lancer repeated.

Phantom nodded, shifting slightly with a wince. "Yeah - they're supposed to have the ghost shield up soon."

Lancer furrowed his brow, but dialled the familiar number nonetheless. Phantom gave him a stiff nod before he leaned back against the brick with closed eyes. It rang twice before an automated message erupted through the speakerphone.

"You've reached FentonWorks!" Jack Fenton's voice boomed. "If this is a ghost related emergency, please stay on the line - or holler! We're probably there already. For the fudge watch, please press 1, if you're the V-man - HI VLADDIE! - press 2, if you're trying to reach my Jazzy-pants for a date hang up -"

"Dial 4304," Phantom told him. "Jack goes on a while, and that extension goes to the lab."

Lancer gave him a look of bemusement and did what he was told. It rang twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" he said.

Various voices filled the other line, too far and mumbled in the background for the teacher to make out. Lancer frowned, looking at Phantom for some guidance. Phantom's brow was furrowed in thought, perhaps trying to figure out the voices, but said nothing. Eventually, a voice got closer.

"What do you mean you don't know who's on the phone?" a young man's voice asked. Lancer didn't hear the reply. "Did you answer it?" again, the reply was too quiet to hear. "Clockwork, you're the Master of - for the love of all things technology Frostbite don't touch that!" Phantom grinned- actually grinned - as the voice continued to berate Frostbite for touching something called a 'Ghost Gabber'.

"What exactly is going on?" Lancer asked meekly. Phantom shrugged in response, still smiling.

"Check the infirmary for more gauze - Mrs. F has them stacked," the young man's voice continued, getting louder as he got to the phone. Lancer frowned, finally recognizing that he knew this voice. "You've reached FentonWorks Base Operations."

"Sound and the Fury - Mr. Foley?!" Lancer exclaimed. "What are you doing down there?"

"Mr. Lancer?" Tucker asked in disbelief. "What - you know what, never mind. The Fentons have me manning coms while they're out 'kicking ghost butt.' What's wrong - there's kind of a lot going on at the moment."

Lancer raised an eyebrow at the teen's tone. "More than whatever evil ghost we're facing demolishing the entire town? Or rather the school?"

"What!?" Tucker exclaimed. "Damn, he must have duplicated again without us knowing. You okay Mr. Lancer? How did you escape?"

Lancer went to reply, but Phantom chose to intervene. "Tuck," he said.

Tucker was quiet for a few moments before he spoke in a soft, hopeful whisper. "Danny!?"

Phantom smiled. "It's me." Lancer looked between the phone and the ghost in slight confusion. There was something more there that he wasn't privy to. Were these two friends!?

"Dude - where the hell have you been!?" Tucker asked incredulously, the relief evident in his voice. Definitely friends. "Are you okay?" the boy cut himself off. "No - wait Danny! Sam -"

"Is fine," Phantom told him firmly. "She's with Ethelwulf, safe and away from battle."

Tucker scoffed. "You do realize that Ethelwulf is currently holding off Dan's forces from entering parts of the city right? If she's with him, you know she's fighting too."

Phantom sighed, clearly amused. "So much for plan A then," he replied.

Sam… wait. "You're not talking about Sam Manson!?" Lancer exclaimed. His outburst went ignored.

"Danny, what happened," Tucker pressed. "You've been gone for - holy f - twelve hours. Please don't tell me you've been fighting all this time." Phantom was silent and Lancer had a sinking suspicion that was exactly what had happened. Tucker seemed to agree with the teacher. "Dude. Are you okay?"

Phantom's face twisted in concentration as he tried to answer the boy's question. "I - honestly I don't know."

Tucker was silent on the line for a minute before he responded. "Where are you?"

Phantom seemed to be taken aback by the question. "Tuck -" he started.

"Don't you dare lie to me right now," Tucker said angrily. "Danny - where are you." When Phantom didn't respond, the boy changed tactics. "Mr. Lancer - where are you two?"

Phantom gave him a pleading look, making the teacher frown but he answered nonetheless. "Casper's north parking lot Mr. Foley. Near the entrance."

"Tucker - you can't come out here," Phantom pleaded. "You're the only one who can -"

"Figure out the shield, I know," Tucker finished. There were some keys clicking in the background. "But I'm not leaving you out there."

Phantom frowned. "We may not have a choice," he said cryptically as blue and green sparks appeared again. Lancer was impressed at how well the boy weathered them now. "How close are you with the shield?"

Tucker sighed. "I'd say about 90% positive that I accounted for all the variables, but I'm not using it until we know that you aren't affected. We can hold Dan off until that point."

Phantom grunted in acknowledgement but did not reply right away. Lancer frowned at the quiet ghost, watching him in anticipation. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Phantom broke the silence. "You said Dan duplicated," he said quietly. "How're - "

"They're okay," Tucker assured him. "Well, your - Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are. I haven't heard from Jazz but I think Mrs. F went after her. Mr. Fenton went to find you."

Phantom nodded, eyes glancing above toward the last remnants of the green shield. "90%?" he asked. Lancer noted with unease how the boy seemed to glow slightly in anticipation, how he tested the movements of his fists, wincing only slightly if he found something a little sore.

"Yeah," Tucker confirmed. A beat of silence before Tucker gasped. "No. No way."

"Tucker," Phantom said tiredly. "90% is a lot. It's more than we had - and we need that shield."

"No," Tucker repeated quickly. "Don't ask me to do this."

"What are you talking about?" Lancer asked, confused.

Tucker sighed. "Danny, if I put up that shield and we're wrong, I'm going trap you out there. I can't - hell, you look awful."

Both Phantom and Lancer bristled, the former's eyes darting around before finding the surveillance camera near the school entrance. The boy let out a soft "oh", then sighed. Lancer's eyes followed Phantom's as he pieced everything together.

The teacher frowned disapprovingly. "Mr. Foley," he started evenly. "You didn't just hack into the school cameras, right?"

"Technically speaking - no," Tucker replied, a hint of guilt coming through his voice. "The mayor gave the Fentons access to all the cameras in the city."

"And how, exactly, did you know which camera it was?" Lancer asked.

"… I plead the fifth."

Lancer sighed. "Of course you do."

Phantom let out a fast stream of air through his nose before he stared straight into the camera in question. "Tucker, you need to put up the Ghost Shield; if you do, I can take mine down. It'll send Dan and his forces out of the city."

"With you out there like a lamb to slaughter?" Tucker countered. Lancer made a small noise of approval at the simile.

"Look - if I'm stuck out there, I'll have Ethelwulf and Sam out there with me." Phantom smiled ruefully. "Besides, there's something going on with my core. Even if we were at 100% there'd be a chance this wouldn't work."

"So you're saying regardless of whatever we do, I need to let you go out there injured? Fat chance."

"Tucker -"

"No Danny, you listen!" Tucker shot back angrily. "You're my best friend! Don't ask me to do this - it's literally life and death here."

"Don't you mean death and death?" Phantom joked.

"I'm not making this call," Tucker stated firmly, ignoring the small attempt deflection. "You asked me to put up that shield as part of a plan - that plan did not include you sacrificing yourself to save us."

"And what about the town?" Phantom shot back. Phantom's aura flared as he argued with the camera. "What about all the ghosts that Dan pushed out of the Ghost Zone? That shield can protect everyone in Amity and more importantly - I trust you Tucker. You always have my back."

Lancer sat in the silence that followed with his thoughts racing at what he heard. Mr. Foley saying that Phantom was his best friend confirmed Ms. Manson's involvement - meaning that Mr. Fenton must also be involved.

With ghosts. His students were involved with ghosts.

What was even more peculiar was Mr. Foley's hesitancy in his skills. Lancer knew he was a strong student - even stronger when technology was involved - but the oozing self confidence that normally accompanied his skills was nowhere to be seen. It must be dire if he's this unsure.

Phantom looked away from the camera and to the phone still in Lancer's hand. His eyes held a sad resolve as he spoke. "You told me you'd see my self-sacrificing ass from a mile away - I promise you that's not what this is. I'll be back Tucker. We need to get Dan out of the city, then I'll meet up with Ethelwulf and Sam in the forest. Ethelwulf will teleport us back. Tucker - if we get this shield up, I can actually recover."

Tucker sighed. Lancer assumed the young hero was getting through to his student. "What did Sam say?" When Phantom didn't answer, Tucker tried again. "Danny - you and I both know that Sam would not go along with that plan willingly. Especially if you looked half as bad as you do now. So what did you have to say to get her to agree to this plan?"

Lancer watched in slight amusement as Phantom looked flustered and slightly embarrassed by the question. It was almost as if … wait - could it be?

"I told her I'd come back," Phantom replied simply. His eyes avoided the camera, phone and teacher.

"That's it?" Tucker pressed. Lancer suddenly noticed the teasing shift in tone.

"Well - it was more how I said it rather than what I said."

Tucker suddenly laughed, making Phantom scowl. "Dude. You told her, didn't you?" he asked slyly.

Lancer watched Phantom sputter embarrassingly, making a lot of denial noises and looking very uncomfortable. Oh Mr. Fenton - you missed your chance.

Another loud explosion brought them back to reality. Phantom swallowed, any form of embarrassment gone as he tried to reason with the teen. "I get why you don't want to make the call Tuck," Phantom started. "I do - so let's do this together. Put up the shield and I'll be back. Promise."

There was a long silence before they heard Tucker exhaled loudly. "Okay," he replied softly. "I trust you."

Phantom smiled softly. "You're my best friend too, you know."

"I know. Hey Danny -" Tucker stopped, his voice cracking.

"Me too," Phantom said gently. He glanced back at the camera and nodded. "I'll be back."

"Good," Tucker told him, any emotion in his voice was replaced with a happier, joking tone. "Because if you miss my birthday next week cause you died, I'm running up your tab at the Nasty Burger."

Lancer watched as a genuine smile came across Phantom's face at the abrupt shift in tone. "The usual?" he asked.

"With extra everything," Tucker confirmed. More key clicks. "I'll get the shield up in 5 minutes. Be careful."

With a soft click, the line disconnected. Phantom sighed and looked at the teacher. "Thanks Mr. Lancer," he said, pushing himself upward. Lancer scrambled upward to help, but the teen simply jumped in the air and hovered in place. "Thanks to you, we can get that shield up and protect the town. And for you know… not letting me bleed out all over the parking lot."

Lancer frowned, looking the boy over. "Why do I feel that Mr. Foley was right? That going back into a fight like this would do you more harm than good?"

Phantom smiled, shrugging with one shoulder. "Probably because he is," he replied simply. "Besides, I'm not fighting alone. Between the Fentons, the Shield and my allies, we got a pretty good shot of getting him out of Amity Park. This will work."

Lancer nodded. "I can't stop you then?" he asked. Phantom shook his head. "Then perhaps a reminder, Danny Phantom, that Amity Park is with you."

With a determined nod and a small smile, Phantom disappeared. Lancer sighed heavily, looking down at the spot Phantom occupied just a moment ago. He knelt down, picking up the discarded pouch with one syringe left in it. Pocketing it with a frown, he then took out the Walkie Talkie. "Tetslaff - it's me. I'm on my way over. And do I have a story for you."

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Unaccepted Permission Slip {Part 1}

Peter's P.O.V

[A/n: You can use the picture at the bottom as refrence also the picture isn't mine]

"Mr. Parker i will not accept this permission slip"

"Why not?!?!"

"Because your permission slip is signed by Tony Stark-Rogers and we both know that your internship is fake so just give it up and go home"

I was fuming "Fine!!!" I shouted and stormed out of the classroom. If your wondering what happened. Let me explain.

-Flashback-

I accidentally fell asleep in science class because well... I'm not dumb. I already know this stuff. Having Tony Stark-Rogers as a dad and as a mentor before that while also having Bruce Banner teach you has it's perks. I was woken up from sleep by Ned who was trying to shake me awake which definitely worked. Obviously. I lifted my head from my table only to see the teacher glaring at me. I don't know why but the teacher hates me with every bone in her body.

"Now that Mr. Parker is awake" she said glaring at me before she continued.

"We will be going on a field trip next week on Friday. The location will be a surprise but until then everyone must take one permission slip for your parents to sign.

Class dismissed"

Everyone packed their stuff and got up from the seat while mumbling excitedly about the trip. I couldn't care less about the trip but..whatever. I took one permission slip while receiving a (not so) deathly glare from the teacher and walked out of the classroom.

-End Of Flashback-

When i was a few blocks away from my school, i saw Happy waiting for me next to a limo. I went up to him and gave him an apology for the slight delay. He accepted and we both got in the limo with me at the back while Happy sat at the drivers seat and started heading home with me not talking much because i was still mad. Happy kept looking at me frome the rear view mirror but i payed no attention to that and kept looking out the window.

-Timeskip-

I got home and saw that none of my family members were at home probably on a mission. I walked into the living room and saw my (h/c) boyfriend reading on the couch. I smiled, walked over to him (sneakily) and backed hugged him making him drop his book while mumbling something under his breath in surprise. I started giggling at his cute face that he made.

(M/N) 's P.O.V

I was reading a book while waiting for the others to get back because even though I'm the newest member, they said it was "too dangerous" for someone as young as me (although I kicked all of their butts in one go)I was so deep invested with my book that i didn't even realise that someone was sneaking up behind me. When i did realise it, is when i felt someone back hugged me.

"Holy f*cking sh*t" i mumbled under my breath and dropped my book by accident. I heard someone giggling from behind me. I turned around and saw Peter giggling at me. I let out a playful sigh and glared at the giggling boy while picking up my book.

I continued reading my book which is a sign that I'm (slightly) pissed by his actions. He stopped giggling and walked around the couch so he was standing in front of me but i didn't look at him. He took my book, marked the page i was reading and placed it on the table. I was about to protest but he straddled me and kissed me. I melted instantly and kissed back. It got heated after a few minutes and we started making out with Peter on my lap. We we're so distracted that we didn't even realise that the others were back already just staring at us like the creeps they are. We pulled away when we heard someone coughing, trying to get our attention. We turned around and saw the Avengers standing there, some with there arms crossed (Steve, Tony, Loki, Vision, Bruce) while the others we're snickering in the background (Nat, Barton, Pietro, Wanda, Bucky, Sam). Peter was a blushing mess. When he turned to look at me and he saw the mischievous smirk on my face. I gently squeezed his butt and he gave a little squeak in return. He glared at me but my smirk didn't falter one bit. Revenge tastes sweet. He turned back to the others and smiled akwardly.

"Uhm... Hey dad..." Peter said akwardly.

"We'll talk about this later" Tony said with a glare and they left the room.

He turned towards me and smacked my chest while burying his face into my neck.

"I hate you"

"Love you too" i replied with a sly grin on my face.

-Timeskip to dinner-

Peter's P.O.V

Just another dinner night at Stark Tower. My dad was playfully arguing with Uncle Clint (yes i have to call them uncle and aunt except for Pietro and Wanda). Uncle Thor was eating pop tarts for dinner. Uncle Loki was struggling to use his utensils. Pietro was laughing hysterically at him for not being able to use them properly, pushing on Uncle Loki's buttons making him aggravated. Uncle Bucky and Aunt Nat were talking in Russia. The only normal one's were me, (m/n), Uncle Bruce, Vision, my pops aka Steve Stark-Rogers and Wanda. We we're just watching the scene play out infront of us. (m/n) and i was snickering at how childish they we're acting even though we're younger than them (except for Aunt Nat and Uncle Bucky. They looked like they we're talking about something important) until i remembered something.

"Hey Pops???"

"Yes Peter???" he awnsered looking at me.

"Is it okay if i stay home next Friday???"

When those words came out of my mouth everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me suddenly intrigued by what i had to say.

"And why do you want to stay home???" Aunt Nat asked me and i knew i couldn't lie because this is Black Widow I'm talking to and she knows when someone's lie. I sigh in defeat.

"Well...you see..." and i told them about what happend with the teacher not accepting my permission slip and talking trash about me. After i explained all hell broke lose. Aunt Nat was sharpening her knives, Wanda and Loki had magic surrounding them, (m/n) had a little string of (f/c) fire twirling around his fingers, Thor was looking at his hammer probably contemplating how hard he can throw it, Uncle Clint was sharpening his arrows, Pietro feets were looking impatient, Uncle Bruce was turning a little green, Dad was typing something on his phone probably calling his suit, Uncle Bucky was clenching his metal arm and Pops was trying to calm himself down. Well...this is going to be a fun night. (note the sarcasm)

-The Next Morning-

Ned's P.O.V

I was on the bus sitting next to MJ who had her nose stuck in a book and i was looking out the window ignoring Flash yelling insults about Peter being a coward for not coming on this trip with us and about how he was right about his "fake internship" because the teacher told us we we're going to Stark Tower. I have been there on lots of different occasions, most of the time it's because i have an intern ship with Stark industries as well and it was all thanks to Peter. He is most definitely going to be there because he didn't show up to school. This isn't going to end well is it. Oh well... More entertainment and drama for me.

(M/N) 's P.O.V

I was in my room scrolling through my phonewith Peter snuggling into my side. He dies have his own room which is next to mine but he decided to sleep in my room because his dad doesn't really let us sleep in the same room but he does it anyways but i don't mind because i get to cuddle my little spider. I was looking at a cute cat photo which was playing with a leaf when i heard FRIDAY, Starks AI, greeting me.

" Good Morning Mr. (L/n). Tony Stark-Rogers has requested Peter to lead the tour for today at 10 later"

"Thanks Fri. I'll tell him when he wakes up"

FRIDAY hummed in acknowledgement and left. I put down my phone on the bed side table and i turned my body towards Peter which resulted with him cuddled into me and nuzzled his head deeper into my chest (if it was even possible at this point considering about how close we were already)

"Peter, Babe. Time to get up. Your dad said that you need to give a tour to some visitors later at 10"

Peter's eyes fluttered open but he just closed them again and nuzzled his head further into my chest.

"Do i have too? Can't i just cuddle with you?" he said while giving me his puppy dog eyes. I sighed.

"Even if I want to, I need to go on a mission with Clint, Pietro and Tasha in about... *glances at the alarm clock* 5 minutes so I have to go. But don't sweat it, the missions gonna take two hours at least. When I get back I'll come help you with the tour when i get back

Okay??? "

" Fine" he whined and gave me a soft kiss which i gladly returned.

I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to get changed into my outfit which is a hoddie that is as strong as Steve's shield but still flexible, fluffy and comfortable to wear. I put on my fingerless gloves and headed back in my room. When I entered the room again and saw Peter scrolling through his phone. I smiled and walked towards him.

"Bye Pete, I'll see you later" i gave him a kiss on his forehead.

He smiled at me while i grabbed my shape shifting elemental sword and my wireless headphones. I know what your thinking. Why am i bringing a wireless headphones with me to a mission. Well...that's because i fight while listening to music. It enhances my ability to fight and makes it easier for me to use my elements. left the room while waving at him. I put on my (f/c) mask and headed towards where Pietro, Nat and Clint were at so we can get this mission over and done with.

-Timeskip-

Peter's P.O.V

I was sitting at the lounging room, waiting for the visitors to arrive while messing around on my phone. I heard the sliding door open and close but i didn't bother to look up because if they were the visitors, Alicia is going to explain how everything works and how to use the badges before giving them it. Only when she was done i would take over and show them the places that they have access to. While I was scrolling through Instagram, i heard Alicia call my name. I got up from my seat and walked towards them while still looking at my phone. When i reached them i looked up from my phone my eyes were wide as saucers because the visitors were my classmates!!! I have a lot of explaining to do aren't i...

"Uhh... Hey guys..." i said while waving at them awkwardly.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE PUNY PARKER!!!" Flash yelled at me with a hint of rage in his voice.

I rolled my eyes at him and responded to him in a sassy tone.

"I'm actually doing something useful in my life other than waste my time insulting someone. What are you doing???"

Flash was fuming with anger but didn't say anything else while the class, Alicia, Mj and Ned were chuckling because Flash just got told off.

"Okay Peter I'll leave it to you. See you later Mini G" she said while walking and waving.

"Later Alicia" i said while waving back at her before turning back to the rest of the class with stunned faces except Mj and Ned who were chuckling at Flash's stunned face.

"Anyways... I'm going to be your tour guide for today. So, unless you want to spend the rest of the visit outside the tour while the others have a good time, i suggest you keep your mouth if you have nothing nice to say because people at Stark Tower does not tolerate bullies especially Mr. Stark and Mr. Steve Rogers"

I didn't say there actual name which is Mr. Stark-Rogers because it isn't public yet that their married and no one definitely knows that tgey adopted a child aka me. But later on we're going to have a press conference revealing their marriage and me to the public. Flash looked slightly pale but didn't say any insults (or anything in that matter) and Mrs Warren was glarring daggers at me but i couldn't care less about what she thought about me at this point because all i want to do is get back to bed, wait until my boyfriend gets back from his mission and cuddle with him.

"Ok everyone. You need to scan the badges you got from Alicia and walk through the metal detector. You are also not aloud to take pictures during the tour. Any questions???"

Nobody raised their hands and i ushered them towards the scanner and the metal detector. One by one, everyone scanned their badges and walking through the metal detector (their phone don't count). F.R.I.D.A.Y announced their names, badge level and wether or not they have weapons or anything else dangerous. I let Flash walk through for demonstration (don't know why i did), F.R.I.D.A.Y announced his name in the same bored tone she always uses when it wasn't any of the avengers, me, Ned or Mj.

"Eugene Thompson, Omega badge level 2, no weapons"

He looked at me like he finally achieved something in his life. I rolled my eyes at his shit eating grin, scanned my badge (even though I didn't need to because I can scan my face and enter the building without having to waste my time with these badges) and walked through the metal detector.

"Peter, Delta level 10,no weapons detected. Hello Peter nice seeing you use the door once in a while" F.R.I.D.A.Y said with slight sarcasm in her voice but i just sigh in relief because F.R.I.D.A.Y didn't use my full name. But Flash just had to open his goddamn mouth and say something stupid like he always does.

"WHAT DID YOU MEAN USE THE DOOR ONCE IN A WHILE!!!HAVE YOU BEEN BREAKING INTO THE TOWER!!! HUH PUNY PARKER!!! AWNSER ME!!!"

I just ignored him which I do like 90% of the time and waited for the others to get through. While checking my watch to see how long i have left until (m/n) joins us.

Almost everyone has gone through except for Ned and Mj. Mj scanned her badge and walked through the metal detector without looking up from the book because she comes here to help Pepper with some business stuff. Oh!!! Did i forget to mention you that Mj is Pepper's assistant. I didn't??? Oh well moving on.

"Michelle Jones, alpha level 8, no weapons detected. Glad to see you Mj" F.R.I.D.A.Y greeted her happily.

"You too Fri"

Everyone's mouth was gaping because the Ai system recognised Mj. The last person was Ned and he got the same exact reaction from the class.

"Ned Leeds, alpha level 7, no weapons detected. Good evening Ned, i hope you enjoy your visit"

"I will Fri"

Flash was slightly annoyed that he didn't get the same treatment but beggars can't be choosers. I coughed slightly to get everyones attention and lead them towards the elevator so we can get started with the tour.

We reached the fifth floor so that they can look at the Avengers exhibition for the oldest and newest avengers. Everyone was looking awed and starstruck including Ned (who has been here loads of times) and excluding Mj (because she was still reading her book).

"Ok everyone you have an hour to look around and if you have any questions, you can come and ask me"

And just like that everyone was scattered all over the place looking at all the suits and weapons displayed. Of course they were just replicas of it. I walked around to make sure that they were no inconvenience. Everyone was mostly gawking at my iron spider suit that i got from dad and Elemental's mask, hoodie, headphones and his shape shifting sword especially Flash. He can only dream of wearing our suits. Let alone hold (m/n) 's shape shifting sword because have you seen that thing??? It's pretty epic if i do say so myself.

"Hey loser. Maybe you should explain more about the suits everyones gawking at" Mj said with a knowing smirk and looking up from her book for the first time since she entered the tower.

It's not really a surprise that she knows my relationship with (m/n) because the whole tower knows and thinks were a cute power couple. I returned her smirk and started to explain about the origins of the suits and (m/n) 's weapon.

"Well the Iron Spider was designed by Mr Stark for Spiderman when he was first offered a spot as an Avengers. He turned down the offer at first deciding just to stick on being a friendly neighbourhood Spiderman but he joined in the end after some complications"

I finished my explanation for the Iron Spider and looked at everyone. They were all listening to me very intently on the origins of the Iron Spider (with the exception of Mj who was still reading her book). I countinued onto Elemental's origin.

"Elemental is the newest member of the Avengers who joined almost a month ago. His sword can shape shift to any kind of weapon you can think of such as an axe, a bow and arrow, a bow staff and much more but i think that it be too long of an explanation if i kept going on. He can control natural elements which are fire, water, wind, ice, light, dark, and nature. Whichever power he choses has it's own abilities. He can also transport the elements into his weapon. For example if he was using an axe as a weapon and he transported his fire element into the axe it would turn into a fire axe. Any questions??? " I saw somebody raise their hand at the back.

"Yes you at the back" i said while pointing at the person at the back.

"How did the Avengers meet Elemental because he was annouced as one but nobody got an explanation"

"Good question. Well nine months before he was announced as an Avenger, the Avengers were in a battle with Red skull. They almost died when he was suddenly frozen and he was shattered tp a million pieces. They saw a silhouette of a person but his face was covered with a black face mask. After months of searching and researching for this person. At first he refused to join but he caved in the end after some persuasion by Spiderman. Anything else???? "

Someone was about to ask another question but Friday said that our time was up and that we had to mive on to the next part of the tour which was the mechanical workshop. I have a feeling that my Parker luck is gonna struck again but when has it not.

When we entered the workshop it was pure chaos. Dad was yelling at Clint something about almost ruining the mission Nat was sharpening her knife. Pietro was next to Clint holding his hand and (m/n) was fixing his motorbike whole wearing his wireless headphones, listening to music. So he was pretty clueless on what's going on around him. They all stopped what they were doing (with the exception of (m/n) who was to focused on fixing his motorbike) and smiled at us.

"Hey Pete boy what are you doing in these parts of the tower" Pietro asked while he suddenly appeared next to me. He put my head in a headlock and messed up my hair a bit before letting me go.

"I could ask you the same thing. Your not exactly trusted here" i said while fixing up my hair a bit. He put his hand on his heart while giving me a mocking gasp.

"I'm offended. Just because i zoom around the place that doesn't mean i broke anything"

Dad looked at him with a 'are you serious' look. Pietro did a damsel in distress look while sighing a dramatic sigh.

"I'm hurt by your words"

I just chuckled at his childish attitude while Aunt Tasha just exited the room. I swear Pietro is more dramatic than dad.

"While it was fun watching you joke around the class has a tour that (m/n) needs to take over. So i think it's time to take our leave. (m/n) time for you to take over!!!

(m/n) didn't move away from his motorbike so I'm guessing he didn't hear dad.

"(m/n)!!! Are you listening to me!!!"

"Don't worry Tony i got this" Pietro said with a mischievous grin on his face.

At the sidelines, everyone was mumbling to each other. Some of them were about being in the same room as their favourite superhero. While the others were mumbling about my internship being true. Flash was flushed red because i got noticed by them and not him.

(m/n) 's P.O.V

I was fixing my motorbike because someone *cough* Clint *cough* thought it was a good idea to "accidentally" knock over an expensive vase (which i think he did it on purpose) and he almost got shot if it wasn't for me jumping in with my motorbike and the latter decided it was a good idea to use an explosive arrows while I'm near the proximity. So, now i have a lot of things i need to repair on my motorbike. While i was fixing my motorbike, i was startled when someone yelled in my ear.

"(m/n)!!! Peter's in trouble!!!" Pietro yelled into my ear.

"What!!! Where!!!" i shouted with slight panic but i accidentally hit my head on my motorbike's turbo booster really REALLY hard because of how fast i lifted my head.

"Ow..." i said while closing my eyes and rubbing my head.

Whwn i reopened my eyes, again and saw a bunch of teenagers (is that the right way to describe them???) staring at me with wide eyes with a laughing Tony and Pietro and a blushing Peter (probably because i was worried about him getting hurt) . I was glaring at Pietro and Tony so hard that (f/c) flames started to surrounding me. They raised their hands in surrender, terrified that i might burn them if they continued. I smirked a victory smirk and the (f/c) flames disappeared. I took off my wireless headphones and walked towards Pietro and smacked his head really hard.

"Ow... What was that for???" Pietro whined while rubbing his sore head.

"That was for scaring me" i said and i started walking towards Peter. He blushed a darker shade of red while the teenagers behind him started giggling and whispering about how "hot and attractive" i was, but i just tuned them out and continued walking until i reached Peter. I wrapped my right hand around his waist and layed my head at the crook of his neck.

"Hey Pete sorry for not joining the tour earlier because someone decided to be stupid" i said emphasising the word someone someone while glaring at Clint who was now, sulking in a conner and was being comforted by Pietro. I just rolled my eyes and gave Peter a peck on his lips.

"Wait... PARKER IS DATING ELEMENTAL"

I looked over and saw a guy wearing a jacket, trying to look cool which he did horrible at.

"Yeah. What Peter never told you he was dating me. Pete, baby how could you not tell other people that you were dating this handsome dude"

I heard Tony snort at the word handsome while Peter just chuckled at my childness.

"As much as i want to mess around more. We need to get on with the tour. I'm assuming your going to be showing us around"

"Mhmm,nothing ever gets by you does it" i said while smiling fondly at him and kissed his cheek before unwrapping my hand around. I walked towards Tony, Clint and Pietro and shooed them out of the workshop. Once they were out , i turned towards the class with a soft smile which made everyone blush and drool (even the hoe of a teacher). I mentally rolled my eyes and pulled my (f/c) mask back on. I clapped my hands together and said,

"Let's get the show on the road now, shall we?"

-59 minutes later-

I looked at my watch and realised that i had one more minute until they had to get to the next part of Stark Towers. I decided to awnser one more question that they might have. For the entire time they've been in here i showed them some of the things that i made. For example, my motorbikes, electric cars, jets, mechanical wings for falcon, guns, Clint's arrows and pretty much anything you need i can make it. They all were impressed that i could make all of this and on top of that i gratuated school pretty early. Oh!!! Did i mention that I'm 17? No? Oh well,now you know.

"Alright everyone i only have time for one question before we move on onto the next destination of Stark Tower. So if anyone of you have a question don't be afraid to ask because you miggt never get this chance again" and instantly five hands were raised up but I pointed at the guy near me.

"How does Parker get not one but two look a like Avengers, fake badges and how much did he pay you to kiss him"

I felt my blood beginning to boil. My bangs covered my eyes but they were red with anger (A/n: Your eyes changes colour depending on the emotions) because how dare he thinks that my Petey will do something like that. The tempature in the room dropped making the class shiver. I started approaching him very VERY slowly with lightning trailing behind me, so i can scare him a little which worked. Everyone made sure to keep a good ten feet away from us. Peter looked terrified about what's going to happen but didn't move because he knew the consequences. ( A little hint. He didn't get kisses and cuddles from me for a week. He can go without those for two days)

When i was right in front of him, i tilted my head to the side revealing my glowing blood red eyes. I pushed him into a the nearest wall, trapping while shape shifting my sword into a darkness knife.

"One more bad word about my Petey. Your head won't be attached to your body after this. Got it!?!??!" i said while pressing my knife dangerously close to his neck. He nodded so fast that i would've mistaken him for Pietro except he got a much more bitchy attitude than Tony when he wants attention from Steve or when Clint was ignored by Pietro because he did a 'breaking up' prank (it was kinda funny seeing Clint begging to Pietro for two hours straight) and that's basically giving them a compliment.

I let go of him and told the others to wait outside to wait for the next part of the tour because I wanted to have a word with Peter. Everyone basically bolted out the room trying to stay on my good side. I turn towards a nervous looking and kinda sweating Peter. He visibly gulped because he knows he is in deep, deep trouble.

Peter's P.O.V

I feel like I'm screwed because not only did i not tell them about my salty teacher much earlier but i didn't tell them that i also have a bully on my track. He crossed his arms while tap his left foot impatiently waiting for an awnser. Well, here goes nothing let just hope he doesn't go on a killing spree.

-Timeskip after the explanation-

When i was done explaining, he was mad but surprisingly calm about the whole situation. He placed his hand on my shoulder and started talking.

"Look I'm not mad that you didn't tell me but if something like this happens again i want you to tell either me or the others because we care about you and don't want you to get hurt. Alright???"

I nodded my head while crying slightly and hugged him really tight like if i let him go i would lose him. I'm really thankful i have someone like him in my life. He chuckled and ran his fingers through my head and kissed my forehead before pulling away. He wiped my tears away and kissed me before pulling away. He pulled away from the hug and extended his hand to me.

"Come on Pete. We have a tour to get back to"

I smiled and took his hand letting him lead my hand outside towards the class to continue the tour.

I looked at my watch and realised that the tour was almost over. We only had two more destination which is the training room on level 20 and after that the class will meeting the rest of the Avengers. I mentally jumped for joy because my suffering is almost over. Not that I didn't enjoy it because (m/n)'s hand is always either on my hip or around my waist. He will give me a random pecks here and there. Mrs. Warren and Flash aren't picking on me because (m/n) kept giving them death glares but they still glared at me (i swear those two are oblivious) . So overall, I'm enjoying myself.

TBC (because I've passed my block limit 😅 but stick around for part 2!!)

#spiderman #yaoi #male #male reader #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #school #field trip #lgbt pride #gay #marvel #superhero

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cynthinesia · 3 years

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A Date with Riddle Rosehearts? (Yes pls lol)

A/N: Yes, that's what we did on discord yesterday. We did a collaborative writing, and this fic was born. Therefore, I asked them for permission to share it, and they said "Yes!" and here we are. Stan Riddlella-

Collaboration with @rosebe3

As Riddle and Ella sat down(more like trying to hide that both are flustered as hecc), he was looking down at something that made him smile a little.

"Hm? Riddle?" Ella noticed and tilted herself slightly, curious as to what he was casting his gaze down at.

His eyes pent up as he straightened up and looked at her. "...yes, Ella?"

"Well, I...uh...what are you looking at?" She shyly chuckled.

"...It's nothing!"

But somehow he knew that he ruined his own surprise gift that was for his loveliest rose.

She nodded, then leaning onto Riddle's shoulder. Ella closed her eyes and mumbled, "I love you Berry Tart..."

He kissed her head and chuckled.

"I love you too, my beautiful queen.."

She awkwardly wrapped her arms around him briefly. "Ehh, you saying that making me blushy."

He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and then he placed the thing that made him smile.

"For you..." He said. "I hope this brings you happiness..."

[Ella's is the red one!] [Source here!]

Inside of the white velvet box, there was a bracelet bought for her.

Ella's eyes fluttered open to see Riddle's gift; a red rose bracelet, and her eyes widened. She hesitantly hovered her hand over it. "This...is for me?" She asked in slight shock and disbelief.

"Obviously." He replied. "I hope it didn't make you upset or anything.."

"I'm so sorry you have too waste money on me, Riddle...I'm not even worth it..."

"But...thank you for the gift." She smiled. "I'll wear it everyday too to remind me of you when we're not with each other."

"It wasn't that expensive." He said, pouting. "That was the least I could do..."

"And don't even think that you are not worth for me. Because I think you are." He kissed her and pulled her closer to himself. Then he wrapped his arms around her.

"That's not a problem, like I always say, I'd do anything for my beautiful queen~" He chuckled as Ella got flustered.

That right there made her sputter again. As Riddle chuckled, Ella whined while burying her face into his shoulder to hide her growing blush. "But, I'm not beautiful--" She protested.

"Why are you getting in denial when you are as beautiful as the purest rose in the whole world~?" He smirked at her again.

"Wha---" Her mouth was left agape by the attack that's called a compliment. "But...well- I. Uh. B..because I'm not? I'm not cute either so," She trailed off, getting distracted by her own rambling. Perhaps Riddle took the chance to strike?

"Your face is as cute as a button, your voice as sweet as honey, and it's very rare to find such a person like you..~" He kissed her cheek and embraced her once more. "Let the whole world know it already. I love you so much with my whole heart, Eleanor Rosalind.."

Her heart pounded against her chest yet it melted at his words. Flashing a large smile, one that wasn't to cover up her pain, but a real and genuine one. She quickly gave Riddle's lips a quick peck before laughing softly. "I love you, Riddle Rosehearts."

He knew his heart was hers, and she knew her heart was his now~

#twisted wonderland #twst #collaborative writing #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x oc #twst riddle #twst x oc

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mintchocohip · 5 years

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Can I request Jm wears only an oversized shirt saying 'take me', u notice his lips, u see jm applied smth on his lips. He hides it, u invade his space & his breath hitches, arms around his waist, he closes his eyes expectantly. U steal the tube, he's embarrassed as u read it out loud"Lip plumper...tinted". U say "Baby, u don't need this" he explains his lips are 'small' & he wants them bigger, shyly adding, maybe u would kiss/makeout with him more. U place him on the counter & makeout with him.

yes you can! how cute. 💫 pairing: jimin x reader | notes: just fluff

When you wake up cold, you reach out an arm into the darkness, and try to find Jimin’s warmth.

Your hand slides over empty sheets. Sleep-worn eyes peek open, and adjust to the shadowed shape Jimin left in the blanket.

He’s in the bathroom.

You know he is.

The past seven days have followed a loosely defined schedule: you wake up to find Jimin ready to go, before quick mornings of fooling around turn into long hours of tourism under the crisp autumn sunshine, and longer evenings of drinks down leaf-strewn streets, dancing, shows, and exhausted footsteps making their way up spiraling staircases. By chance, none of the hostels and apartment rentals you and Jimin have slept in from Bucharest to Barcelona had a working elevator.

“Why have you been waking up so early?” You asked the question when you found Jimin sipping a coffee in the hostel’s cozy communal area yesterday morning. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I’m just excited for the day.”

A mattress wrapped up in sheets that smell like lavender creaks, and you roll over onto an elbow. Pale white light is shining around the shape of the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?” A few light footsteps in fuzzy slippers stop you in front of the door. To your side, you can see the coffee cup from yesterday perched on the room’s small, low table. Jimin looked so fresh, sitting in that armchair; surrounded by old magazines and bright plants―rosy cheeked, rosy lipped, dewy; with glowing hair, and a voice that hummed with a rasp. You waited to jump him until he’d wandered upstairs, and finished the coffee.

“Y/N? Oh―” Something clatters over the sink. “Come in.”

Hinges creak open, thin light washes over onto the bedroom floor, and you take a step inside the tiny cubicle of a bathroom. Your eyes immediately drop down. Jimin is leaning back on the standalone porcelain sink. A soft hem has ridden up over his knees, and exposed a thin hint of muscle and smooth, tan skin. You’re certain staircase after staircase has made Jimin’s thighs thicker.

The forest green color of the shirt sliding shapes of shadow and light down the front of his body is unrecognizable. Did he buy it when we were shopping? You wonder―Has it been buried in his luggage? Jimin was wearing a pair of simple black pajama shorts when he fell asleep. Maybe he felt comfier trading something on his bottom half for something on his top half. You don’t question Jimin’s insatiable appetite for comfort.

When your eyes slide up, blocky print across Jimin’s chest greets you in tiny, precise black letters.

TAKE ME.

You blink. You’re half-awake, and you’re sure you could just be reading TALENT or TAMPA,FL and mixing it up into something you want to see. A few more blinks, and TAKE ME doesn’t morph away.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” A surprised smile bursts onto your face, and grows. You step forwards to flip your finger up under the hem of the shirt. Loose fabric swims in the light. You give it a flick, and the swimming light puffs down Jimin’s stomach and towards the hand he’s swiping down to push your fingertips away too late. “Like I don’t do that whenever I want to?” Gliding up from Jimin’s chest, you notice the elbow jutting out from behind his back, before settling your warm gaze on his swallowing throat and strangely shy face.

It’s so cute when he gets shy. You pull your hand away from the enticing heat of his thigh, and blink slowly at Jimin’s lips. He never really gets shy anymore.

His lips glint.

You squint.

The glint isn’t going anywhere.

You aren’t sure if your freshly woken senses are heightened by the bright light. Somebody is opening a store grate down on the street, and a chair is creaking downstairs. Everything is sensitive, and raw.

But Jimin’s lips look brighter than normal. Rosier, and shinier.

It looks like he just got out of the sauna, or glanced up from between your legs.

Jimin is staring at your eyes. The fact that you’re hypnotized by how flushed he looks is obvious. Fascination draws you in. A hand rests down on Jimin’s hip. Your eyelids lower, and a foggy darkness lets you see Jimin closing his eyelids and parting his lips before your vision falls black.

You saw the whimper forming before you heard it. When your nose grazes against his cheek, and your lips are so close it tingles and tickles━a shiver from Jimin’s stomach rises up and brushes against you. Through two thin layers of fabric, your chests are pushing together.

The hand on his hip drifts away, your arm slides behind Jimin’s curving back, and you pluck a small tube unlacing from his instantly relaxing fingers.

“Limp plumper?” Your lips are speaking over Jimin’s as you put a hand on his chest, and lean back. You could smell it when you leaned in. Chemical; but sweet, and tart, like sugar-coated lemon candy. The stilted gasp from Jimin hits after a few seconds. In the corner of your eye, you can see his eyes opening slowly under helplessly raised eyebrows. “Tinted?”

You’re staring to the side. The tube of gloss in your hand hovers over white tiles. Reading off fine text on the cranberry-tinted glass Jimin dropped into your palm, you stroke the emblazoned words on his chest with your thumb, and glance up and down a liquid filled with tiny bubbles.

When you furrow your eyebrows and glance up to meet his gaze, Jimin immediately drops his eyes to the floor.His heartbeat is pattering under your hand.

“Baby.” You take a step back, and lower your gaze, too. Concern is filling your thin, soft voice. “You don’t need that.” Jimin has never done anything to change himself for your attention━he doesn’t have to. To you, he’s perfect.

“Sometimes…” The toes of your slippers are almost touching Jimin’s sandals. You take another step back, and give Jimin’s wash of shyness some space to breathe. One of his hands has settled on the edge of the sink. His finger is skimming over the sheen, before tapping down, and stopping. “My lips are too small,” he tilts a gaze at you, “right?”

“Your lips?” Your whole body straightens up. Disbelief makes you smile, shake your head, and whine out a long sigh. “Jimin…”

Jimin has the poutiest―flushest, softest and most kissable―lips you’ve ever had the joy of knowing.

“Your lips are perfect, baby―” the fact that Jimin needs to hear this almost makes you choke up. “They’re beautiful.”

“Maybe if they were bigger,” Jimin’s voice is falling quieter, and quieter. “You would make out with me more.”

“Oh?”

The realization is slow.

The realization is guilty.

It’s true.

When you want Jimin, kisses on his shoulders and throat while hands pull down his clothes are a flash of seconds. After that, the rest of your body speaks for you. Pauses for tongue are always initiated by Jimin. They’re always cut off by the need to pant in fresh air, and pin Jimin back into the sheets.

Memories of your first few weeks with Jimin are cozy, and deep.

You could lose time kissing him, back then―in the back of the empty movie theater, on a blanket by the river while the cute ice cream scoops you bought dripped down your fingers; sitting on a bench outside the museum like the pigeons really wanted to see the two of you twist pretzels around each other.

It’s been so long since you gave yourself time to kiss Jimin until he’s trembling.

You clinked the lip plumper down onto the sink. You can see Jimin glance at it.

As your fingertips patter up Jimin’s thighs, the movement turns his eyes. When they meet your tense, purposeful gaze, you’re watching his eyes widen.

Hiking up the hem of his shirt enough for your hands to slip under it, you find the crest of Jimin’s adonis belt, and trace a dip and groove down. A hand pulls down the front of Jimin’s shirt modestly―Where in the world is this modesty coming from? You were walking around naked last night with the shutters open―and your revelations are compounding.

He wanted to surprise me.

The shirt.

The plumper.

The shyness.

Is that why he’s been waking up so early? To make himself look nice for me?

Your cheeks are flushing.

Licking your lips, you feel them lift up into a weightless smile. My baby wants some attention. You’re so confident in that statement, you’re almost muttering it out as you lean forwards to kiss Jimin’s throat. The kiss is soft, and slow, and your tongue hints out to taste the clean smoothness of Jimin’s skin.

Don’t worry, baby. This isn’t going to be another quickie.

I’m going to take my time.

Any trace of tension in Jimin’s body is disappearing back into the sink, as you gently suggest his body back with knuckles trailing down his cool, goose-pimpled forearms. His hands are trying to find your waist, but your hands are sliding under his thighs.

“Wait―” Jimin gasps, as you grab down, lean in close, and hike his body up―“I’ll break the sink.”

“You’re small, aren’t you?“ You nuzzle away from Jimin’s throat, and smile out the words as the muted sound of fabric on a smooth surface greets Jimin’s ass sliding back. His legs wrap onto your hips on instinct, and his hands fumble back around the sink’s rim. “I think the sink will be fine.”

The first glimmer of a glare slides over Jimin’s eyes. It fades as the bare hint of a smile appears on his red lips. His thinning eyes slide down to where the insides of his thighs have been left exposed; pulling against you, and disappearing under the folds of your pajama shirt and the curve of your waist.

When you find his lips, Jimin’s thick swallow is interrupted, and he loses his breath into it.

He tastes amazing. That’s always the first thing you notice.

Today, that flavor is heightened by the sweet damp still flavoring his lips. Jimin tastes sweet, and sour, and crisp, and everything is hypersoft between the jagged lines of his teeth. You can’t help tracing those teeth as a tease, before meeting the motionless, waiting tongue in his open mouth that he needs you to press against.

Your hands have moved onto Jimin’s hips. Stroking them slowly, you glide down a thigh, before sliding your other hand up the gentle curve of his spine.

The fact that his lips have been made delicious and pouty is impossible to ignore. It’s unique, it’s new, and while you don’t dislike it―you don’t need it. You want the way you can feel him fluttering with butterflies with every tiny twitch of his jaw, and you want the soft moans that hum behind his nose.

A glint of light catches behind your closed eyelids. The warmth of Jimin’s chin and cheeks and tongue are sliding, and you know he’s hoping you’ll find a new angle as his eyes shift behind in response behind closed eyelids.

“But―” the moment your lips shift to get lost in him, Jimin gasps, and draws back. “Can you…” he swallows hard. “Can you tell me?”

“Tell you?”

“My lips…”

Right.

You already told him exactly how much you love their natural glow; but, he was probably too flustered to really hear it.

“Your lips are beautiful, Jimin. I’ll kiss whatever you give me, but…” you spill out your thoughts. “I don’t want you to change them for me. I don’t need you to change them for me. Kissing you is about so much more than how you look, or how your lips feel―” Jimin is flicking his hazy eyes from your lips, up to your coolly closing eyes. “Let me show you what I mean.”

Your whisper hums into a smile, before you nudge back against his slightly parted lips, and immediately dive in.

One final thought is quickly handled, before you extinguish your questions and move with the moment:

You wonder if Jimin will want to stay curled up in the warmth of the hostel, as this cold morning turns into a wind-whipped evening. So that you can spend all day kissing him, and touching him, and remind him exactly how he makes you feel.

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Kashmir Pt. 2

Written with @where-the-hot-springs-blow

Forever editing~...

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The girls were so close now, both Heston & the Hermit feeling their springlike, wild energy rapidly filling the air, slowly making its way into the library. It was heady, dizzying, nearing soporific. Like the sweetest, richest of opium smoke. Like standing in a full-blooming lavender field at dewy daybreak.

Their hands tightened in desire, in fascination.

"Restrain yourself, magician. Seek potential, ability, knowledge first. Separate yourself from earthly boundaries."

The Hermit’s voice was firm, yet somehow gentle. But it was a warning nevertheless. Dedicated magicians needed to cut past earthly pleasure, superficiality, ordinary enjoyments, all in the name of attaining knowledge & ability.

As an adept, with centuries of practise & ability, he knew well how to seclude himself from baser corruptions & distractions. Many knew him to spend days locked away in his own manor, ignoring even a violent siege by the local villagers on occasion!

But this was different.

The presence of the girls so near...

Such innocence combined with such unpolluted potential...

It perfumed the very air of the castle, teased him with phantom whispers, fingers, even visions. Visions of moonflowers opening at nightfall, images of plum trees shedding their delicate pink petals in torrents, the carpets of them being blown away on a soft breeze.

He could even scent flowers in the air, the longer the girls remained in the castle. Jasmines, honeysuckle, lilies, & gardenias. All flowers that blossomed best at nightfall, warmed themselves by the light of the waxing moon phases.

The air had even begun to taste different to them once the girls had stepped inside. Apples, freshly-picked at the height of their ripeness, the tartness of their juices, the crispness of the first bite. Luscious, ruby-coloured pomegranates, splitting & spreading apart under firm thumbs, their jewel-like seeds spilling free, the sharpness of blood-red juices the strongest taste upon their tongue. Both of them could almost feel the sweet flesh between their teeth, feel trickles running over their lips.

The Hermit remained standing proud & tall, but Heston could not. He craved such innocence too deeply, even being merged with the Hermit. He’d often found the deepest, most enlightening of magickal experiences with such maidens, when surrounded by such innocence. Even if the Hermit did not approve, it was a path he preferred to walk, & would do so alone if need be...

...

The storm grew fiercer outside, beating the windows with torrents of rain, the trees shedding blossoms & fruits all over the meadow."Excuse me?" Charissa inquired, tilting her head with a curious look on her face. "What was that you just said?

Robert shook his head with a disarming grin. "Nothing, Charissa love. Nothing at all!" He sipped from his cup, draining the last of his tea before delicately placing it on the table in front of him. "And as for my name, dear..." He tossed his head back with a flourish, sending yet another sparkling, playful grin in their direction. "Count Robert Anthony Plant at your service. Or Lord if you prefer?" His grin widened. "Lord... Lord... Lord Kidderminster of Worcestershire. And of this here Wolverhampton Manor that is... Quaint & humble abode that it is..." He added with a chuckle, remembering their earlier gaping at the ornate, palatial splendour of it all.

"I knew it!" Sibby gasped, an incredulous smile brightening her face, bouncing happily in her seat, strawberry blonde curls bouncing along.

He laughed at the young girl's youthful enthusiasm, enjoying how it only added to the strength of the energies swirling in the air, the lingering fruity scents intoxicating him all the more with each breath. Turning to Charissa he saw her energies haloing around her in an altogether different way. While Sibella's enveloped her in a warm pink glow, Charissa's energies crackled around her like what he initially termed to be similar to static. Little intermittent flickers and flashes of white light, lighting up & disappearing in a snap. But then he saw that as she cast a wary look at her enthusiastic friend, the wariness melted as she leant in to towel off a few errant lingering drips from the ends of a lock of Sibella's hair, with a small scoff & warm smile. The action in all its warm affection took the crackling flickers away, replacing them with a strong red orange glow that haloed Charissa just as Sibella had been in pink. Now he figured that it wasn't static electric energy after all that surrounded Charissa. It was fire. This notion made him chuckle lowly to himself. Well, Pagey WAS always going on to him about how Robert's star sign of Leo was a fire sign & all the things that that entailed. Perhaps he would then also say that this was yet another sign. Perhaps Robert was meant to surround himself with these girls with their respective playful bubblegum pink & fire red-orange glows. Perhaps he should then take steps to ensure that he was surrounded by them...

In a sea of pillows and blankets...

Adrift in a sea of perfumed hair & soft skin...

Lose himself in the midst of fine curves & mile long legs...

Perhaps in bed?...

Perhaps...

Preferably in bed.

And if Robert had anything to say about it, that was exactly where it would occur.

He just needed a way to get there.

His idea.

"You don't believe me, dear?" He asked Charissa with a cute pout. She laughed softly, nervously & shrugged. "I don't know... I don't know exactly... See, I... I... I don't know what to believe, really..."

He nodded, smiling comfortingly. "I see. Now that's perfectly alright, dear." He leant in to pat her hand in additional attempt to allay any fears or nerves that she might still have, before then rising to his feet with the announcement. "I have an idea! See, I noticed the two of you gazing at my artwork here. You seem to enjoy it. You've been admiring it this whole time!"

"Yes." Charissa nodded. "Yes, its quite gorgeous. You have a splendid collection here."

"Perfectly wonderful! The paintings, sculptures, all of it!" Sibella enthused with yet another joyful bounce.

That gave Robert the in he needed. "Thank you both very much." He said with his right hand over his heart, bowing with another flourish. "You're too kind." Grinning at the giggles that he received from the two, he then made an offer. "You haven't seen the half of it though. Which leads me to ask... How would you two lovely ladies like a tour? What do you think?"

"Ahh! Yes! Yes! Yes, of course!" Sibella enthused bouncing again. "Oh my God! Thank you so much, Lord Kidderminster! You're too kind!" As ever Charissa was a bit reluctant. "Too kind. Too, too kind. You've um... You've opened your house to us in the midst of this dreadful storm. A rather sudden storm at that! You've lent us these cloaks & towels to dry ourselves, sat us by the fire & gave us tea to warm up. You've even chatted with us. Two strangers you caught dallying around the grounds of your splendid home. You've done so much already. I'm not sure that there's much more that we could ask of you. Nor is there much more that I think that we should ask of you. I wouldn't want to impose. I'm sure that you have better things to do than waste away the rest of your evening with the likes of us. You needn't worry or trouble yourself, sir. We'll be out of your hair by morning. Or as soon as the storm lets up." Like clockwork, as if on cue as she said that a flicker of concern and something imperceptible flashed across Robert's eyes and another clap of thunder sounded startling her & Sibella into another mutually comforting embrace & the sky opened anew with another almighty downpour.

Robert just chuckled and shook his head. "Think nothing of it, my dear. Nothing at all. I'm only too glad to show my home with people who hold such interest & admiration for it. Especially two such lovely ones as yourselves." Sibella blushed & giggled at those words. Try as she might, even Charissa's cheeks colored. With that, Robert bent down & extended a hand two both girls. "Now... Shall we be off? We have a great deal to get around to..." Sibella took his hand & bounced up happily with an excited nod before looking to Charissa. Charissa met her gaze & shrugged with a sigh, taking the hand extended to her & rising as well.

Robert couldn't help but grin, now draping the girls in their capes yet again before wrapping an arm around each of them yet again & starting down the hall. "Let's go..."

The corridor they turned down was a bit dark at times what with the heaviness of the black clouds outside dimming everything quite a bit. Sibella did her best to combat this by handing her beloved books to Charissa, taking up a candle from one of the little nooks & using it to help light the way. She used it to illuminate the pieces that Robert pointed out.

"This painting dates back to the mid 1800's..." Both Sibby & Rissa were struck with the uncanny resemblance of the blonde figure in the painting to the surprisingly warm & open Count they had in their midst as he played makeshift tourguide for them. Down to the fur trimmed cape, turquoise jewelry & down to the last little blonde ringlet. It was stunning, almost eery & unnerving how close the resemblance was. Sibella gasping. "It's gorgeous! Unbelievable! Positively Pre-Raphaelite, Lord Kidderminster!" Even Charissa had to agree, nodding as she remarked. "Like a Rosetti. The warmth & attention to detail. A truly gorgeous piece. The same as that bust you last showed us. Or the sculpture of My Lord with his beloved hound, Strider."

Robert puffed up his chest with all of the favorable attention & compliments. Even if they were of his artwork & directed towards his artwork. Seeing as the pieces were primarily of him & his beloved Strider, naturally he took no small pride in the compliments of him & his "gorgeous, unbelievable, positively Pre-Raphaelite" good looks that brought to mind works by the likes of the great Rosetti. As such there was no way the smile on his face could get any bigger or any wider. "You're too kind, darlings. The both of you. And very well versed in your art history it seems. Are either of you devotees of the Brotherhood as it were?"

"Oh, yes! Those pieces are some of our favorites! We even both love Christina Rosetti! Goblin Market! All the scents & tastes! The imagery! The-- OW!" In all her enthusiasm over everything Sibella had begun to talk with her hands & in her gesticulating had tilted the candle slightly, leading it to drip hot wax onto the side of her index finger. Charissa gasped. Robert took the candle from her & moved it to a nearby shelf, moving his arms from around both of them to take Sibella's hand in both of his to inspect. He carefully peeled the wax from her finger before bringing it to his mouth to kiss it & "make it better". As he did so his gaze locked onto Sibella's as again the scent of fruit intensified at the contact, growing intoxicatingly thick. Sibella just blushed & fidgetted under the heat of his gaze, gasping softly. "Lord Kidderminster!"

In all of the commotion, neither of them noticed that Charissa's gasp wasn't for Sibella.

Well...

Not entirely...

It was more along the lines of half / half.

Half for Sibella's sudden cry at injuring herself...

And...

Half at finding herself suddenly pulled into a room behind her by a mysterious figure after which the door to the room was quickly sealed shut & locked.

At that sound however both Sibella & the Count looked back & noticed the sudden absence of the young brunette with a mutual gasp. But only Robert had anything to say about it seeing just where they were in proximity to the library, gritting out a terse & low. "PAGEY!..."

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