#hopefully this still looks okay from far away :'D

[prazinos]

Could you possibly make an Ajax smut where his team lost the poe cup and the readers team won it and he just kinda takes his anger out on/punishes the reader because maybe she was kinda mean during it and he has his jester makeup on during it? Ignore this if you want, btw love your writing :D

Okay Anon, I got a bit carried away but yk hopefully you like this <3

Poe Cup

This can be read as a bit of a part two to Love At First..Sight? But also as a stand-alone

Summary ~ You used your telekinetic abilities to win the Poe Cup and Ajax isn’t too happy about it

WARNINGS ! ~ SMUT MINORS DNI | Oral {F} | Fingering | Overstimulation | PiV |

You and Wednesday finally got to the flags and grabbed she grabbed it before you both sprinted back towards the boats.

You saw your boyfriend and Xavier not too far in front of you and a cruel idea popped into your head.

Now, anything goes during the Poe cup but that doesn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly guilty at what you were going to do.

Using your telekinetic abilities you dragged Ajax and Xavier into the air. They looked down to see you and Wednesday. As you ran past them you blew Ajax a kiss which he just glared at you.

‘Shit!’ Xavier shouted

You dropped the boys and climbed into the boat. Quickly paddling to get to the finish line.

You all crossed the finish line cheering you bent over slightly, attempting to catch your breath and looking up to see your boyfriend in his jester costume. You couldn’t deny he looked good in it. But you stopped yourself from jumping his bones right then and there

You were in Bianca and Enid’s room as Wednesday and Enid were in yours ‘celebrating’.

‘I cannot believe you guys punctured our boat!’ Bianca groaned

‘I’m sorry but it was a little funny’ you giggled and she threw a pillow at you.

You changed out of your costume and wiped off the makeup. It was Enid’s idea to be dressed as cats and you had to admit you did look hot in the costume.

Shrugging on your pyjama shorts and singlet you sat on Bianca’s bed and stuck your hand out so she could paint them.

After a while of watching Gilmore Girls with Bianca and arguing over who should have ended up with Rory, your phone buzzed.

Ajax <3

Come to my dorm, it’s an emergency

‘Shit’ you said grabbing your costume and shoes from the floor.

‘Everything okay?’ Bianca asked

‘No, I think Ajax is in trouble. He said it’s an emergency’ you said

‘Oh yeah, emergency’ Bianca said chuckling.

You rolled your eyes before shutting the door behind you, speed walking to Ajax’s dorm.

You used the key he gave you and walked in to see Ajax. Completely fine. And still in his costume. What?

‘What the hell Ajax you said it was an emergency! And why are you still in your costume?’ You scolded.

You were pinned to the door by Ajax and you looked up at him. His snakes hissing at you

‘That shit you pulled during the cup and you thought you’d get away with it?’ He asked voice deep and stern.

You clenched your thighs together, attempting to get any friction before he shoved them open with his hand.

‘No, you don’t get to do that’ he said.

Ajax picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, you hated how lean he looked compared to his strength.

You were thrown onto his bed before he grabbed your legs and dragged them to the end of the bed. You felt your clit aching in want. Any friction anything at all.

He grabbed your shorts and dragged them down your legs along with your underwear. And you rubbed your thighs together again before he slapped your right one. Telling you to stop.

You looked up at him, taking in his entire frame. Jesus Christ , his shirt was gone but he still had the makeup on as well as pants, snakes out, dark look in his eye. To say you were dripping would be an understatement.

He spread your thighs with his hands and leaned down looking at your dripping cunt. You whined, he was so close but he wasn’t giving you anything.

‘God you’re so impatient’ he mumbled.

Seeing as this was your first time with Ajax it was insane that this was the same nervous man who had confessed to you in your room only a month ago.

He rubbed some of the jester makeup from his mouth.

He leaned in, licking an experimental lick up your cunt before diving in completely.

You’d moaned out, nobody had ever done this to you before. Sure you’d had boyfriends and had sex but none of them actually went down on you. All complaining that it tasted weird or it was too slimy.

But Ajax was moaning into you clearly loving the taste. You looked down at him whimpering when you saw he was looking right back at you. You bucked your hips and he gripped them holding you down in place allowing him to do whatever he pleased.

He inserts two fingers into your entrance before curling them while sucking on your clit.

You feel your legs start to shake, your so close to the edge

And he stops.

You look down at him to see him smirking, rubbing circles into your thigh.

‘What the fuck Ajax’

‘I’m not letting you get off that easy’ he says chuckling darkly before he continues ‘now I’m gonna get some food, I’m starving’

He gets off you and stands up walking to the door.

You smirk to yourself before reaching a hand down to your clit, rubbing it, moaning quietly,

You watch through hooded lids as Ajax snaps to turn around before taking long fast strides towards you. Grabbing your hand and snatching it from your clit.

‘The fuck do you think you’re doing?’ He asks, clearly furious

‘Making myself cum, idiot’ you snap back.

He glares at you before smiling. That can’t be good. He tears off your singlet and I mean literally. He leans back down to your cunt, he shoves two fingers back inside you curling them immediately.

Your back arches as you moan loudly. He moves his head to lick at your cunt once more. He’s ruthless with his tongue, he’s incredible but ruthless.

He sucks on your clit and your legs begin to shake again, you swear that if he pulls away again you’d kill him.

You’re gripping the sheets below you as you feel yourself tip off the edge.

Letting out moans and whimpers of Ajax’s name you come back down from the orgasm that had washed over you.

He doesn’t let up though, continuing to lick, and finger your pussy. You attempt to push him away by pushing at his forehead.

You’re too sensitive, and he’s still not letting up.

You soon feel your second orgasm wash over you as your legs feel like jelly.

And he still, does. Not. Let. Up.

It feels like you’re on the brink of pleasure and pain. Tears are streaming down your face as your juices cover his.

The sounds of it are disgusting but they just get you closer to the edge. You feel like you’re going to explode if he continues like this.

You’re a panting mess as you feel the same explosion of pleasure wash over you again.

You look down at him again and the look in his eyes tells you he’s still not stopping

‘Ajax, please, shit, please stop, it hurts’

And you weren’t lying, your clit aching, this time not in desperation but in overstimulation.

He finally raises his head removing his fingers and sucking them clean.

‘Come on panemorfi, one more, one more on my cock this time’

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at the nickname and you nod weakly

‘Words panemorfi’

‘Yes, I can..I can do one more..I um, birth control ’ you say, your voice raspy, although your English was a bit broken he understood what you meant.

Somehow, with little strength you had, sat up and motioned for him to lay down. He did as you ‘said’ and lied down on the bed. You got on top of him, admiring how pretty he looked before aligning his hard cock with your entrance.

You slowly sank down on it, moaning at how he stretched you open even after being fingered.

Ajax groaned at the feeling of your tight walls, admiring your body as you bounced on top of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off your bouncing breasts.

Gripping your hips starting to thrust into you, you let out a high pitched moan throwing your head back. Your orgasm approaching quickly.

Ajax’s moans slowly dissolved into whimpering loudly. Indicating he was getting close.

Your legs were burning, but you were so so close.

‘Fuck, Y/N gonna come, shit gonna-‘ Ajax cut himself off with a loud moan, spilling into you, triggering your own orgasm. Letting a whimper out.

After a while of just catching your breath, you got off of Ajax, reaching over to his bedside table grabbing the tissues.

You cleaned yourself and Ajax up before lying down next to him.

‘Sorry for putting you in the air’

‘I guess it’s okay’ he chuckled. You slapped his chest lightly laughing with him.

Laying in peace for a while you suddenly remembered

‘Shit!’ You yelled standing up to grab your clothes, going to Ajax’s closet grabbing a pair of his boxers you put them on and then your pyjamas. Wiping the smeared jester makeup off your face

‘What? What are you doing?’ Ajax asked

‘We’re meant to be hanging out with everybody’ you said throwing some clothes at Ajax and rubbing the makeup off his face.

‘By the way, wear this makeup more often’ you said making him smirk.

You got to your dorm with Ajax trailing behind you opening it to see everybody watching Hereditary.

Everybody turned around to face the two of you.

‘So’ Xavier said pausing to take a sip of his drink ‘snake pubes?’ He asked

You rolled your eyes as Bianca, Xavier and Enid laughed.

A/N ~ I really do hope this was okay {hopefully it is}

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Panemorfi ~ Gorgeous {Greek}

By my loves <3

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[kwanisms]

genre: smut (sorry, this is pure filth lmao)

pairing: bff!Mingyu x (f) reader

wc: 908

warnings: smut (minors dni), size kink, bulge kink, big d!ck Gyu, cursing

a/n: I have no excuses. Sky asked me to torture her with Mingyu instead of Hongjoong, so this is the result. The happiest of birthdays to my love, my soulmate, my other half. This one is for you @yoonguurt

[00:24]

It had been a simple question, asked by your best friend.

"What's the biggest dick you've ever had?"

Totally innocent question for Mingyu to ask you. Best friends ask each other that all the time, right?

So how did it lead to you on your back, Mingyu between your thighs with quite possibly the biggest dick you've ever seen in your life resting on your lower stomach as if measuring how far it would reach inside you?

If you weren't nervous before, when Mingyu slyly suggested he showed you that his was bigger than any you'd ever had, the idea of this monster splitting you open certainly made you nervous now.

Mingyu, sensing your apprehension, gently ran his hand up the outside of your thigh, as if to quietly say "hey, I'm here. I've got you." His touch helped ease some of the tension but it didn't go away completely. Not when you could see and feel how absolutely huge, and heavy, his cock was.

"Is that even going to fit??" You managed to squeak out, trying not to eye him up. Mingyu smiled down at you, that sweet almost innocent smile he always gave you.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I promised I'd go slow and be careful," he answered, fingers skimming over the skin of your knee.

He had taken his time earlier, before he showed you his cock, working you up, teasing your clit with his tongue (which he was fantastic at by the way) and stretching you with at least three of his fingers to prepare you. Even then, you still didn't think it would fit.

Nodding your head silently, you gazed up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you nibbled on it softly.

"Okay," you finally said, letting out a breath you forgot you were holding in. "I trust you," you added.

Mingyu valued your trust and loyalty in him more than anything. He was your best friend after all.

Taking his massive length in his hand, he leaned back a bit, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly rubbing the tip against you and coating it in your arousal. He had a small bottle of lubricant on hand if he needed it but hopefully, with how much attention he gave you earlier, you wouldn't need it.

Keeping his eyes on your face to watch for any sign of discomfort, Mingyu slowly pushed the head of his cock into you, stilling momentarily to gauge your reaction. You nodded, waving your hand almost nonchalantly, as if it was perfectly normal for your best friend to be filling your wet cunt with his monster sized dick.

Totally normal.

He continued, sliding further in, eyes threatening to shut as your tight walls tried to pull him in deeper. It took almost every bit of willpower in him not to slam his hips into yours, filling you in one quick thrust. As much as he wanted to be full inside you, he didn't want to scare you, or worse, hurt you.

Mingyu kept his eyes trained on your face, watching your expression morph into one of shock as he slid in slowly, inch by inch until he felt the tip of his cock press against something that somewhat hard, stopping him from stuffing his entire length inside you.

He glanced down and saw that while most of his shaft was inside you, there was still a good couple of inches left. He looked back up to meet your gaze, one of his hands moving to your thigh and caressing it gently.

"Talk to me," he whispered, trying to hide exactly how difficult it was for him to hold back. "You okay?"

You nodded. Surprisingly, it hadn't hurt as much as you thought. Sure there was a stinging but thanks to his preparation, he went in without much resistance. Although it took a toll on your body; trying not to cum instantly on his cock was a challenge itself. You didn't think you'd last long when he started moving.

"I'm not fully in," he admitted with a sheepish grin. You glanced up at him, eyes widening. "What?" you asked incredulously. He nodded, looking back down to where your bodies met.

"Yeah, still got a couple inches left," he continued.

You let your head fall back against the pillows. "Jesus fuck, Mingyu," you cursed, causing a cheeky grin to appear on your best friend's face. "Mingyu is fine," he said jokingly. "You don't have to call me Jesus." Your eyes snapped up to meet his dark gaze.

"But fuck?" he continued, pulling back slightly only to thrust forward slowly, leaving you breathless as he shoved his entire cock into your pussy. You gasped out, grabbing the sheets below you.

"Oh my god!" you panted, feeling as if he was going to split you in half.

"Oh, would you look at that," he said, eyes no longer on your face but instead looking down at your stomach. You lifted your head to get a peek and let out a whimper at the sight.

Down, just past your navel, was a small bump. A little bulge that you just knew was the tip of his cock. Your eyes traveled up the tanned and toned skin of your best friend, already finding his gaze on your face, a mischievous glint in his eye, and a devilish smile on his lips.

"Looks like it fits after all."

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #kim mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu fluff #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #seventeen timestamps #mingyu timestamps

[stealingyourbones]

Okay, so! *giggles* Wait, here- have my sternum, I won't need it anymore, I have transcended! Okay so- If we're doing crack ships, you know one that would be really funny?

Jack Fenton/Lex Luthor

It's a lot like Jack/Vlad, but without any of the poor history between them and a lot less murder attempts.

Similar to Vlad, however, Lex is at first pretty certain that Jack is a buffoon but then he sees the man make something really advanced out of literal scraps and Lex decides that if Jack is a moron then he's into morons now. Jack absolutely baffles him, and Lex wants to pick apart Jack's brain like a science experiment and no matter what Jack continues to surprise him and Lex- a man who has gotten stuck into a rather boring routine- finds that very refreshing.

Jack is like: "Oh, another billionaire friend! I'm sure this will be like my friendship with Vladdie!" But then Lex shows him so much attention, far more than Vlad ever did, and Jack is actually a little into it. Maybe he and Maddie are divorced (amicably, hopefully) or maybe Maddie has passed away (which D:) or maybe Maddie is fine with an open relationship, but whatever the case is, he actually gets to pursue a relationship with Lex and it's going... surprisingly well?

This has the added side-effect of Vlad looking on the from the side lines equally shocked and more than a little bewildered. Jack is in a relationship with Lex Luthor of all people? And Lex is known for having very high standards in associates and acquaintances and tolerates this fool? Vlad gets all huffy about it, amazed that Lex would stoop so low, but then Vlad realizes that he's jealous and now he's contemplating murder. Whether it's murdering Lex or murdering Jack (the cause of such feelings, as far as Vlad is concerned) is still up in the air.

Side note: Danny is wondering how much trouble it would be to fake his death and run away, just so that he doesn't have to deal with this.

Initially I was apprehensive but reading the dynamic you made, absofuckinlutely. Is it healthy? Absolutely not. Does it benefit Lex in so many ways? Oh 100%. This is incredible and horrifying and wonderful and terrifying and I love it.

#bones replies #dpxdc

[avatar-saiki]

Mammon's Second

Mammon/Reader, 6.5k words

Summary: NSFW, 18+ (Part Two sequel for Mammon's First, because some asked for it and I ended up thinkin' too hard about what it could be)

Felt good.

Mammon stared at the door, still replaying the sensations in his head while… trying to figure out what exactly’d just happened.

‘I admire so much of you, in fact.’

Admire him, huh? He chuckled quietly, letting his hand slowly roam up his body. Admire him so much you’d made him feel…

Really good.

“NO! NO NO NO! GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR YOU… YOU… PERVERT!”

“Name calling? Don’t be mean, Levi, I just wanted to talk about—”

“NOOO! DON’T YOU DARE!”

Ah, right. He really should go feed Cerberus.

Mammon stepped out and peered down the hall to find you grinning to yourself at Levi’s door. You looked up when you heard him and he quickly averted his gaze, feeling… warm again.

He sighed and slipped out, choosing the long way down the hall toward the stairs. If Levi wasn’t willing to listen to you, he might have to… ah… well, he probably wasn’t the best one to do that. Hopefully Levi’d listen. Otherwise… 

Eh, he could probably figure out how to explain it. Maybe.

After he figured out what to make of it himself. Until then it was probably his best bet to avoid his brothers, lest he slip up and say something he shouldn’t and send them all screaming and running like Levi. 

After he’d made his way to the kitchen and snuck down the halls, he went out the back to look for Cerberus, that big overgrown hellhound that’d nearly scared him out of his skin only to turn puppy when Lucifer’d showed up. It’d been… terrifying, but in a different way, to see Lucifer come to their rescue, his eyes fierce and tongue sharp.

“Alright, c’mon ya big goof,” he said, dropping the hunk of meat onto the platter outside the beast’s hovel. Apparently, magical beasts in this realm could be tamed within pocket dimensions, allowing for quick summons once a caster knew how to pull them through but for now Barbatos had had a small group of Little D’s help put up some makeshift shelter in the back.

This place was so weird.

First the snuffles, then a big black snout poked out, followed by another, then another all sniffing and curious before Cerberus emerged, its heads all peering at him questioningly before the one furthest on the left noticed the meat. It bowed its head and nudged the meat with its nose, then snapped at it with massive, sharp teeth. The head on the right took notice and growled, turning its head to pull the meat away for itself only to have the center bite down and lift it high.

Mammon chuckled and sat down on the ground to watch, shaking his head. “Doesn’t it all go in the same place? Why do you guys gotta all fight over it?”

The beast flopped down to the ground with a heavy thump, both eating and fighting over its meal while Mammon held his chin in his hand and closed his eyes. Not his favorite chore so far, but not the worst either, all he really had to do was make sure they didn’t fight each other.

“It must be exhausting having three heads, don’t you think?”

“Mm… yeah,” he nodded, eyes still closed. “Even if we give ‘em multiple pieces, they still keep fighting so I figure one big piece is easier.”

Asmo tittered, his footsteps growing closer. “Sounds like an excuse to be lazy to me~”

He shrugged, “You can feed ‘em how you want when it’s your turn.”

“Ugh, please, I don’t want to go anywhere near what he eats,” Asmo said, taking a seat beside him. 

Cerberus made short work of the meat, two of the heads gnawing at the bone while the third sniffed Asmo’s outstretched hand.

“It’s crazy to think we were almost eaten by him, huh?” Asmo said, eyes softening a little as he scratched at the muzzle, its tail thumping against the dirt. “Now he’s such a softie~”

“Yeah…” It was… still a bit of a sore spot.

“I’m just glad everyone’s okay,” he said quietly.

Asmo chuckled and leaned over to nudge him. “You think too much, you know? I mean look at us! We’re the Seven Rulers of the Underworld now!”

Mammon laughed in turn, “Yeah… but I don’t really know what that means.”

“Neither do I, but who cares?” Asmo cupped Cerberus’ cheeks in both hands, giving them affectionate scritches. “Soon enough everyone will know about me here, just like before and I’ll have even more titles to use~”

Cerberus barked, tail wagging faster while Mammon couldn’t help but snort and shake his head.

“Don’t you laugh!”Asmo quipped, turning to him again. “Demons like titles and status! I got so many free samples for makeup and creams today because of it!”

“Wait, they give you stuff for free?”

“Mhm~ though, I wouldn’t get any ideas, it could be entirely because it was me you know.”

“Eh… I’m still worried I might get eaten by a giant snake or somethin’ if I buy the wrong kinda toothpaste.”

Asmo snickered, “Yeah… good point. I’m not entirely sure why anyone would even want a prize like that.”

“Beats me,” he muttered, his brother taking a seat beside him again.

The two let the conversation dwindle, both lost in their own thoughts with nothing but the sounds of Cerberus’ movements to break the silence. Even in the moonlight, its appearance was sinister but… softer too. Not anything nearly as cuddly or soft as anything he’d seen in the Celestial Realm but… sort of cute, in its own way.

“I do think this place is getting to Levi a bit though,” Asmo added quietly, “he started freaking out and won’t come out of his room now.”

“Oh that’s just ‘cause he walked in on me and—”

He sat up straighter, realizing he probably shouldn’t have but it was too late. Asmo’s eyes lit up and he turned to him.

“Walked in on you and what? What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, turning up his chin. “Why you gotta assume I did?”

“Mammon, you just led a mission to go find some mythical creature. You always do something.”

“Oi, I—” Well, he was sort of right. Kinda.

He slouched again, feeling his face start to warm the more he thought about just what happened and rubbed his neck.

“Oo~ something definitely happened.” Asmo scooted closer, nudging him again, “Come on, don’t tease! Spill!” 

“I-I uh…” he blushed further, looking up at the stars. “I um… well he kinda… walked in on me havin’ sex.”

“Oh.”

He closed his eyes, about to breathe a sigh of relief when—

“Wait, WHAT?! When?!”

“A bit ago, just before—”

Asmo was on his feet so fast and grabbed the belts across his chest, yanking him up with him.

“WHEN?” He demanded, shaking him. “When did you- How.. How did you even-?!”

“I- Quit shakin’ me and I’ll tell ya-!”

Asmo dropped him and he landed in the dirt, scowling up at his mystified face.

“What was it like?” He asked, amber eyes starry.

What was it like…

“Um…” he leaned back on his hands, considering his words carefully. “I dunno it felt… good.”

Asmo’s expression grew a touch more annoyed. “Well of course it felt good, everyone knows that, but what was it like?”

He laughed and shrugged, “I dunno, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

Asmo’s eyes narrowed and he shifted his weight to one leg. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about something like that.”

“What?! I ain’t lyin’!”

“Oh please,” Asmo flipped his bangs from his face with a sigh, “There’s no way you’ve had sex and can’t even describe it. You probably just discovered some new fetish and freaked Levi out or something.”

“H-Hey, no that ain’t true!” He got up and threw up his hands. “I just dunno how to describe it, okay? I mean it was sex, but it wasn’t like sex sex, y’know?”

Asmo stared at him blankly. “How do you have sex that isn’t sex sex?”

“I don’t know!”

Asmo sighed and crossed his arms loosely, shaking his head. “Mammon… what even happened?”

“I… well,” He cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips. “They uh… they used their mouth on me.”

“They…” Asmo’s eyes flicked down to his waist, then up to his eyes. “Their mouth?”

“Yeah, but not like the whole time?” He said, face feeling warmer. 

“Ew… why would you…? Hm…” Asmo cupped his chin in thought.

“It felt great,” he said, laughing a little. “But uh… then I um…”

“You what? Made an ass of yourself?” Asmo teased.

“Maybe,” he admitted, shifting his weight. “‘Cause y’know… their mouth was on me a lot so…”

“So…?” Asmo echoed, waiting for him to finish before realization kicked in. “Wait- did you?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, earning a smack on his arm.

“Mammon, that’s so gross!”

“I know, that’s what I thought too! But then—” he clapped a hand over his mouth. No. Shouldn’t say that.

“But then what?” Asmo pressed, ever eager for gossip. “What? What happened? Did you make them sick?”

“N-No, they ah…” He looked away again, watching Cerberus retreat into its shelter. “…swallowed it….”

“They…” Asmo went quiet, processing what he’d just said. He’d expected more teasing, or a scolding, but when Asmo failed to say anything more he stole a glance at his brother.

Asmo was staring at the ground, eyes flicking back and forth as if trying to calculate just how exactly to respond. 

“Ew that’s so hot!” He finally cried, stepping back to fan himself while shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Ewww why would someone do that and how do I find someone to do that with me??”

“Huh?”

Asmo’s eyes focused on him again, a new motive shining through. “Did they say? Did they say why they’d do that?”

“Oh… uh…” he looked up again, reflecting on the conversation you’d had. “They said they… admired me….”

Asmo’s nose wrinkled and he hugged himself, still squirming. “Oh it’s so icky but so sweet I kind of want to try it but ugh oh dear it’s so… so naughty!”

He laughed, and Asmo smacked his arm again.

“Don’t you laugh! Ugh, I can’t believe you found someone first it’s so unfair!”

“Found- what? Whaddya mean unfair? I’m great!”

Asmo rolled his eyes. “Sure, maybe if you say that enough times it’ll be true.”

“Hey!”

He tittered again and sighed fondly, posing himself to be illuminated by the moonlight as he spoke to the stars. “I just can’t imagine you’d charm someone so quickly… especially with me around.”

“At least you’re gettin’ your confidence back,” he muttered under his breath, and Asmo’s fierceness returned so quick it threw him off guard.

“You just watch yourself, mm? You might’ve had first touch, but I’m going to be the Avatar of Lust you know. I can’t have my brothers showing me up.”

“S’that right?” He said with a grin, “What? So you tellin’ me to back off or something? It ain’t my fault I got admirers.”

Asmo raised a brow and poked him in the chest. “Admirer. Just one. One that you haven’t had ‘sex sex’ with yet.”

“Y-Yet? Whaddya mean, ‘yet’? I don’t even know if I’d—” Wait. He coughed and leered back at Asmo. “I mean, you can say you’re Lust all you want, all I know is I kinda want more~”

Asmo gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’,” he said innocently, “It ain’t my fault if you can’t find someone to do the same before I do.”

“You… You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” He crossed his arms, “You’re my little brother, you can’t stop me.”

Asmo’s face turned pink and he sputtered a bit. 

It was almost funny, but then he felt a little bad.

“Look, don’t worry about it. I’m just t—”

“Let’s make a bet.”

Bet?

He tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

“What kinda bet?”

Asmo smiled. “Nothing too drastic, just a little bet. Let’s say… whoever gets it first wins and the loser has to… mm…” He pursed his lips and looked back at the house in thought. “Oh! Loser has to do the winner’s chores for a month.”

Not having to do chores for a month? Not a bad outcome.

“Sure,” he said, “why not?”

“Perfect~” Asmo hummed, turning to saunter back inside. “Oh, but one thing to keep it fair.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

“Well~ my charms are rather something, but I’m still figuring them out…” he admitted, “And you with your… admirer… how about we can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered?”

He considered that, reflecting on the way you…

He swallowed.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

Asmo clapped his hands. “Oh yay! I can’t wait to have a whole month free to myself!”

“Yeah, keep dreamin’,” he teased, following after him. 

————

Over the next few days all was quiet and simple, nothing too exciting. More exploration of the village nearby while Lucifer’d wander off with Diavolo to discuss thoughts about establishing RAD and what it could mean for the future. Lots of big ideas without a lot of direction or history to go off of, but whenever Mammon overheard or Lucifer shared some of the discussions with him, he couldn’t help feeling a little more… hopeful.

Maybe becoming a demon really wouldn’t be so bad. 

Especially since some demons seemed to be kinda sorta fun.

He did try his best to create space whenever you were called by one of his brothers. Somehow even Satan seemed to have taken a liking to you, and your visits had an impact on how often he’d throw his fits. Levi had been growing fond too, but after… that he didn’t seem as keen to seek your guidance. 

Mammon couldn’t help feeling a little bad about that, but when he saw you reaching out to the twins too it was easier to let it go. He’d figure out how to make it up to Levi some day, at least once he quit bolting out of the room whenever you and he were present.

It was… nice. Real nice. Experiencing yet another demon in this world, not quite like Diavolo or Barbatos where decorum was expected to some degree. You were sassy. You were funny. You were sometimes a little bit scary when you’d scold, but you were always… so kind after. Willing to explain, to understand.

Which made it all the more frustrating too.

Whether Asmo had put two and two together or not, your charms even enticed the fifth born to try and sway your fancy. Once you’d offered to show him around to your favorite shops it was like you were joined at the hip. He’d even painted your nails and excitedly told you why he enjoyed it so much.

It was nice to see his brothers making friends, but… this feeling inside…

‘We can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered.’

“Yeah, but I wanna ask so bad…” he muttered under his breath, scrolling through his D.D.D. and trying to figure out how to use it to find recipes. It was his turn to make dinner this time, but he’d never been that good at cooking even in the Celestial Realm. Stuff just wasn’t… none of these ingredients looked familiar, and a whole lot of things seemed poisonous or deadly. How’d anyone even figure out how to eat this stuff without dying?

He could… maybe ask you for help. You were their attendant after all, right? Wasn’t it your job to help him figure this stuff out?

He chewed his lip, swiping across to the Demmunication app and lingering on your contact name. Technically, he could figure out how to make dinner on his own but…

But…

Why… not ask you to…

“Whatcha lookin’ at so hard?” 

“Ack!” He jumped, startled by your voice and nearly dropping his D.D.D. “What the- Where’d you come from?”

“Cocytus Hall?” You said blankly, walking into the kitchen with your hands behind your back. “Duh, that’s where I live.”

He tsked and put his D.D.D. in his back pocket, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Mm… is it not?” You teased, sidling up to the counter and looking over the various vegetables and whatever the fuck he found at the market that looked… good? Was it good? He had no clue. Some of it was cool colors though so that had to mean it’d taste good, right? “Beel asked me to come over, he said it was an emergency.”

“An emergency? Is he okay?”

You laughed and met his eyes, “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just got worried.”

“Worried? About what?”

You leaned on the table and gave him a sly grin. “You cooking dinner.”

“I- what!” His face heated, “That ain’t an emergency!”

You laughed and shrugged, “Hey don’t get mad at me, I’m just the messenger.”

He scowled and considered asking Beel just what exactly was wrong with him cooking dinner, but…

“Well uh… if you’re here anyway….” He said, glancing at you through the corner of his eye and gesturing to the spread. “What’s somethin’ I can make with all this?”

“Mm…” you hummed in thought, picking up a few things and putting them down again. “Well… I’ve never seen all these things used together in a single dish, but…” A light flickered in your eyes and you held up a devionion. “Could you dice this for me? We could make a few dishes to serve together.”

“Sure but they’re not gonna all be the same size,” he said, making you laugh again. 

“That’s fine, just do your best,” you said, picking up a carton of hellshrooms and walking over to the sink to wash them. “The closer they are in size, the better they’ll cook.”

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered, picking back the papery skin, its deep purple peeling back to expose a bright violet red. He set the devionion down on the board and picked up a knife, then cut it in half. Easy so far. He put one half down in the middle of the board and bit the tip of his tongue, trying to copy how he’d seen others do it before… just a few cuts here… and then there… and a few more…

“Ugh- Why’s everything-” He tipped his head back, blinking back tears as his eyes began to sting. “Seriously, why’s everything gotta be dangerous here?”

You snorted. “Is the devionion too much of a challenge for you?”

“I didn’t say that!” He snapped, but a new wave hit and he reached up to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Aw…” Your voice was light with thinly veiled laughter. “It’s okay, sometimes they still make me cry too.”

“I ain’t cryin’, my eyes hurt,” he grumbled, leaning against the counter.

“Here, let me take that,” you said, reaching around him to pick up the board. He couldn’t see it, but the sizzles and pops testified the accursed vegetable was frying inside.

“Not bad, honestly,” you said, stirring in with a pinch of salt. “A little chunky, but mostly even.”

He blinked again, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “Yeah? Well chopping stuff isn’t so hard it’s all the other stuff that is.”

You chuckled and nodded to the pile of hellshrooms, “Would you mind chopping those up too for me?”

He squinted, your smile mischievous. “Are they gonna hurt too?”

“No,” you laughed, “Sure some of the stuff here is a hassle to work with but I promise the hellshrooms are fine.”

“Okay…” He picked up the knife again while you set the board in front of him. “How am I supposed to chop ‘em?”

“Just in chunks,” you said, placing the hellshrooms down beside him. “About the same size as the devionion.”

“Okay…” he said again a little skeptically, picking up one hellshroom and cutting it up. “This seems weird, what’s it for?”

You hummed and walked around him again, picking through the pantry for a few items before returning to his side and mixing them in a small bowl. 

“We’re making sandwiches,” you said, sprinkling in some seasonings and stirring the sauce.

“These’re gonna be some real weird sandwiches,” he muttered, grabbing another handful of hellshrooms to chop.

“What~?” you teased, leaning into him with a nudge. “You don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say that,” he said, feeling his face start to warm again. “Just… never made sandwiches like this before.”

You hummed softly, “I think that’s enough, can you add them to the pan?”

“Oh, really? I still had some left, but okay,” he said, turning to dump them into the pan. Should he… stir it too? He glanced at you, but you were still mixing something so he shrugged and picked up the spoon, nudging the veg around a bit. Yeah, that seemed about right.

“Mammon, do you want a taste?” You asked, and he turned only to nearly bump into you.

“W-When’d you get so close?” He asked, stepping back and catching himself on the counter while you stepped closer, a dab of sauce dripping down your finger.

“Hm?” You tilted your head, stepping so close any closer and he might feel you against him. “I’m just offering you a taste~” you cooed, holding your finger up. “Don’t you want to try what we’re making?”

“I-I…” He glanced from your finger to your lips, tempted. “I-isn’t that kinda…?” 

“Kinda what?” You murmured, reaching up to touch his chest. “Weird~?”

He swallowed, the sauce running further down your finger and making him… want…

“You’re so cute,” you mused, meeting his eyes as you brought your finger to your lips, soft tongue peeking out to glide up and lick it clean. “So very cute~”

“Oh… fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled and leaned in closer, pressing your chest against him. “What? No sassy comeback?”

So close.

His wings began to curve around you, his heart rate picking up.

“Comeback for what?” he asked, eyes drifting down to your lips again.

And oh the way his heart leapt when you smiled.

“I missed you,” You cooed, leaning against the counter with your hands at either side of his waist, trapping him despite your shorter stature. “You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?”

“Avoiding you? What? No,” he laughed and turned his gaze up, the heat he’d felt before starting to return. “Don’t be silly, I ain’t avoidin’ ya, I just figure you’re busy.”

“Mm…” You lifted yourself up on your toes, resting your cheek against his shoulder and sighing fondly into his neck. “It has been a lot of work lately…”

He swallowed, flapping his wings in short little bursts.

“I don’t think I’ve really been able to… unwind… in a while either…”

“Well then-” He gripped the counter’s edge, your lips so soft on his neck. “Th-Then why don’t you take the day off? I can fi-hi—”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pinching him with a sharp little bite.

“Are you really asking me to go?” You pouted, stepping between his legs and rubbing yours up his thigh. “Mammon, can’t I stay?”

“Y-You can do whatever you want,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. 

You giggled and stepped back, “Mammon, look at me~”

He hesitated and you giggled again, letting your hands slip from his neck and down his chest. 

“So cute~”

“Would ya quit callin’ me cute?” He said, finally meeting the mischief in your eyes. “I am a demon too y’know.”

“Right,” you tilted your head slightly, a spark in your eyes. “But aren’t demons a little… weird?”

The look on his face must’ve been amusing, because you stepped back and covered a more genuine laugh. “Oh it’s fine~ everyone’s a little weird, you know? Besides,” you reached out to touch just above his navel, drawing a slow circle around it. “I used to think the Celestial Realm was pretty weird… until I met you.”

A subtle shiver ran through his body, but if he was being honest it was the way it made you smile that really tickled. That seductive, sinful smile…

He swallowed again, his grip on the countertop relaxing.

“What’s so… weird about the Celestial Realm?”

“Oh lots of things,” you said, drawing idle shapes without a care while the tickling began pulsing the further down your touch flirted. “It’s a place I’ve never been, even just thinking about a place where the sun always shines is strange, don’t you think?”

“I mean… it’s always dark here,” he muttered, and you laughed. Ugh, was laughter supposed to tickle too?

“True~ but you know one thing I thought was interesting?” You asked, turning your palm to rest on his stomach and gazing at him with such sweet eyes. “I had no idea angels could fuck,” you said, amusement glittering. “I thought they were all just… prudish or oblivious.”

“I- well-” He blushed and turned his face aside. “It ain’t like we don’t know how stuff works, it’s just not… we- I mean they- they ah, uh…”

“Hey, Mammon?” Your fingers slipped under the hemline of his pants. “Would you… help me unwind a little?”

His grip tightened on the countertop again, the tightness down below even more aggravating when he felt your fingers ghost just shy of his cock.

“H-How would I… help ya with that?” he asked, trying but failing to keep cool.

“Mm…” Your thumb caressed him so lovingly it felt dirty wanting it lower. “Maybe… let me admire you again? I had so much fun last time~”

He wheezed out a laugh, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. “Again? Really?”

“I mean… only if you want me to,” you said with a shrug, “we don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” he said a little too quick. “B-But ah, y-yeah, we don’t have to.”

You smirked and stepped away to give the hellshrooms a stir. “You’re so cute.”

“Would you quit—” He held his tongue when you glanced over your shoulder, that smirk still plain as day on your face. He looked away. “Never mind.”

You merely shrugged and began to busy yourself with the rest of dinner prep, humming an idle tune all the while. The way you moved around the kitchen was so confident and self assured, picking through the items he’d picked up and separating them into different piles. Maybe Beel was right and this was an emergency, he’d had no idea how to put anything together and you made it look so easy.

And…

There was something about…

It didn’t happen every time, but after a bit he realized it wasn’t some trick of the light or something in his eyes. Every now and then he’d see a flicker of light, like a subtle glow was housed just under your skin. Sometimes it’d shine in your eyes too, and those flickers made him feel real funny. But other times it appeared lower in your chest, and it felt… different when he saw it there.

What did it mean? Was he seeing things?

“Whatcha thinking about so hard?” you teased, cutting a few devispuds into wedges. “Do you not like fries?”

“Huh?” He blinked and shook his head. “No I was just… uh, is it… normal for demons to glow sometimes?”

“Glow?” You repeated, looking up at him. “Oh, you mean the Eyes of Greed?”

“The… what?”

You smirked and set the knife down, then pointed to your chest. “Demons of Greed can sometimes see the essence of the soul. It’s part of your charm.”

“Part of my… charm?”

You nodded and lined the devispud wedges onto the pan, “Yep. You’ll have to learn how to read it of course, but the sparkles can give you ideas of what a person values so you can… well… use it to negotiate and things.”

He watched you open the oven door and place the pan inside. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Doesn’t it?” You asked, shutting the door but still bent over, smirking at him as you swayed your hips to the side. “I think it is~ it’s a gift among curses, all demons have them.”

He felt himself warming again, the way you were leaning…

He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, folding his wings more inward around his hips. 

“Is that why you can mess with me? You can see?”

“Mm… no, I’m actually unspecialized right now. I do like Greed, but…” 

Your steps approached him again, the familiarity of sensing you nearby made his heart skip half a beat. He opened his eyes again to see you grinning up at him coyly, hands behind your back.

“I do really enjoy Lust too~”

“O-Oh you do, huh?”

“Mhm~” You tilted your head slightly. “It’s flattering to know I’m desired, you know?” You reached out to touch his arm, focusing your attention on it while you caressed his sleeve. “It’s nice to indulge.”

“Yeah… that makes sense,” he said, relaxing a bit.

You chuckled, “‘That makes sense’, you’re so cute.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what else is fun about Greed though?” You asked, taking another step closer just shy of pressing against him again. “Greed has its own… thrill,” you murmured, lightly trailing your fingertips up his side. “A risk of loss or reward.”

He shivered and you took the opportunity to reach behind in your back pocket. 

“Would you want to play a little game with me, Mammon?”

“A… sure? What kinda game?”

You smiled and took a step back, revealing a single Grimm coin in your hand. “I’d love to make you feel good again, but you seem awfully shy—”

“Oi, I ain’t shy!”

You laughed, “Right. Anyway,  why don’t we turn it into a game? If you call the coin toss right I’ll make you feel real good, and if you don’t,” you shrugged, “I’ll just finish up dinner and be on my way.”

“I…” That actually sounded… kinda good. “But shouldn’t I do something for you too?”

Your eyes glittered with mischief, and you reached out to touch his inner thigh, massaging deep into the muscle making his cock ache. 

“I like to be desired first~” you purred, “It’s more fun that way.”

“You…” His face heated and he crossed his arms, knowing damn well what you were doing but refusing to admit he’d caught on. “Fine, yeah. Coin toss sounds good.”

You grinned and flipped the coin high into the air, caught it, then slapped it on the back of your hand. “Alright,” You shifted closer and placed your knee between his legs, rubbing his thigh with your own. “Call it~”

“Tails,” he said, not wanting to overthink it.

Or overthink how badly he wanted to be right.

“Tails,” you repeated, rubbing your thigh higher up his leg. “Mm~ let’s see if you’ll get lucky.”

“Oi, c’mon don’t do that unless I won—”

Your eyes flicked to his again, alight with glee. “Why? Do you want to win?”

“I—” He blushed, this heat inside made it so hard to think straight. “Quit teasing and just tell me if I won or not!”

You giggled and sidled closer, your hip pressed right against his groin as they swayed with a gentle stroke. “Oh dear~ what happens if you lost? Will you be upset?”

“Of course not! Just show me the coin.”

“Mm…” your tail wound around his leg as you leaned back against his chest, gazing up at him innocently. “Promise you won’t be mad if you lose?”

Flustered, he couldn’t think of what to say, your tail stroking his calf so affectionately.

“I-I ain’t gonna get mad over some game.”

You beamed, tail giving his leg a little squeeze. “You’re so cute~”

“Would you quit—”

“It really is such a shame,” you continued, turning in to face him. “I wanted so badly for you to win, but…” You revealed the coin, showing it was heads up. “Too bad, huh?”

Too bad.

Too…

“Damn,” he said, wings falling slack. He’d wanted to win too, but it was almost a relief to not—

You grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled him forward, startling him.

“H-Hey wait, what’re you—”

You dropped the coin down his pants, the cold of the metal ice on his skin. 

“Well, I don’t need it anymore so you can have it,” you said with an idle shrug, turning on your heel as your tail unwound from his leg. “Consider it a consolation prize.”

“A consol- Oi! The hell was that for?! It was cold!”

You stopped with your back to him, tilting your head to the side.

“… Chopped nuts…”

He clapped his hands over himself, “Wh-What?!”

You looked over your shoulder with amusement, pointing at a bowl. “I said, could you pass me the chopped nuts?”

He scowled and reached over to grab the bowl, handing it to you before walking off. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Yeah, you do that,” you teased, “I’ll finish up dinner.”

——

Mammon couldn’t make it to the bathroom soon enough, the ache almost starting to feel… sore. Luckily no one else was in it, and he locked the door behind him before stripping down then turned on the water and just.

“Fuck.”

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water roll down his back. His cock didn’t… hurt but it felt…

He tsked, noticing an imprint of the coin on his thigh. 

“Cheeky demon,” he muttered, staring at his cock and watching it twitch. Why wouldn’t it go down? It felt so swollen, so sore, so…

He touched two wet fingers to the bottom side, stroking up his length while fantasizing about your tongue. That delicious, luscious, sinful tongue… so soft and wet… 

“So… warm…” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around his cock and starting to stroke. This body… wasn’t like the body he used to have… everything felt… more.

He groaned, leaning forward against the wall and closing his eyes.

More.

The way your eyes lit up whenever he’d fall for your teasing.

The subtle purse of your lips as you blew on the spoon before tasting for seasoning.

The way your moans tickled his cock as you swallowed it down your throat.

“Fuck,” he grit his teeth, chasing that high.

More.

Seeing you nestled between his legs, nuzzling him with—

His lower abdomen clenched, the swelling ache rising.

Cumming so hard only to watch you swallow it down, suckling him clean before you’d raised your head…

Why…

Had that been…

So…

“Fuhhhck…” he moaned, stroking himself faster. Almost. Just a little—

All he wanted was—

“Hh… hahhh…” He breathed out before his eyes rolled back, pumping his cock until he came, the euphoria of relief erasing all thought from his mind. 

Just…

Bliss.

Bliss…

The water continued to rain down,  and he leaned his cheek against the cool tile, reveling in the feeling. Hot and cold. Raw and numb.

Cumming had never felt anything like this before…

And…

He shivered, glancing down at himself and unable to help imagining you kneeling there, even rolling hips a few times for good measure.

Cumming could feel… even better…

He chuckled to himself, feeling a little clearer headed while he finished cleaning up. Maybe being a demon really wouldn’t be so bad. 

The shower helped too, and once he’d dried off he began to redress, pulling up his pants while a golden glint caught his eye.

The coin.

That damn coin.

He’d had a fifty-fifty shot and that stupid coin!

He picked it up, flipping it over in his hand.

Well, at least they let him…

Wait a second.

He threw open the door and ran down to the kitchen, unable to find you there before he checked the dining hall where you, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie were sitting down to eat. You were giving Belphie a plate to send up to Levi.

“Could you bring this up to him for me? He won’t answer the door when I go up there?”

“Ugh, do I have to? I’m so tired…”

“Please, Belphie?”

Belphie sighed and picked up the plate, “Fine… I’ll be back.”

“Thank you~” you cooed, giving him a little hug while plating up a pile of sandwiches for Beel, “Now Beel, you’ll have to tell me what you think so I can—”

“Oi!” He strode in, holding up the coin. “What’s this?!”

“Well hello there, Mammon.” Asmo teased, holding his chin in his hand. “Did you forget to finish getting dressed?”

“Shaddup,” he said, stopping in front of you.

You looked from the coin to him, your smile giving away what your voice did not.

“Why, it’s a single Grimm coin, Mammon.”

“No it ain’t,” he said, holding it up in front of you. “It’s got two faces!”

“Oh wow would you look at that.”

“Would y-” He growled, holding the coin in his fist. “That means you cheated! There was no way it was gonna be tails!”

Asmo gasped and looked between the two of you, “Wait, what happened?”

You merely shrugged and turned to pull out a chair. “Nothing really, just teaching Mammon some demon games.”

“It ain’t a game if I have no chance to win!” he protested, and you looked up at him with a smirk.

“Nonsense~ you had equal chance to say heads.”

Asmo laughed, “Oh~ that’s clever! Do you know any other demon games?”

“I know plenty,” you said, giving Asmo a wink. “I’d love to show you some time.”

“R… Really?” Asmo asked, his face turning a little pink. 

“Now wait just a sec—”

“Sit down, Mammon,” you said, patting the open seat beside you. “Come have dinner before it gets cold.”

“I- but—”

You raised a brow, that mischievous light shining in your eyes yet again.

“Ugh…” He sat down heavily, trying to not sulk too much. 

He should’ve said heads.

Dammit, he should’ve said heads.

“Let me know what you think,” you said, reaching out to pinch his knee. “I worked really hard on it~”

“Mammon, are you getting sick? Your face is looking rather flush~”

“Shaddup Asmo, yours is too!” 

“It is not!”

You snickered and refilled your glass of Demonus, lounging back in your seat while demons bickered around you. He tried to not look too much. Tried to not think too much. Tried to not ache too much as your throat flexed, swallowing the Demonus down, wishing it’d been…

“Is that enough or do you want more?” 

“Huh?”

You smirked, gesturing to his plate. “If you want more you might want to hurry,” you said, nodding to Beel who was four sandwiches in.

“It’s sh’o good,” Beel said happily, sauce smeared on his face. “What’s in it? There’s a spiciness I really like.”

“I’ll write the recipe down for you, Beel,” you said cheerfully, either unaware or expert at playing coy.

Asmo, though, seemed to catch on more than he would’ve liked, leaning back to smirk at him out of your line of sight.

He scowled at him and picked up a sandwich, pointedly ignoring all of them as he took a bite.

Damn.

Who would’ve guessed hellshrooms could taste so good?

#obey me smut #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #reader insert #gender neutral reader #fanfic

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This is part 3 ,but it works out as a oneshot as well so no one misses out on what happens!:D

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Alastor was woken up by soft sniffles along being gently shooked awake by little hands,if he was in a deep sleep he wouldn't have felt it,he opens one eye to see his daughter crying,"What is it honey?" He asked groggily,trying to wake up some.

"Bad dweamm dada.." she sobs as Alastor is now fully up,he take her in his arms, holding her close along with rubbing her back,"It's okay,you're safe, darling.." he said, hugging her,glancing at the time that read five in the morning. "You can stay in here for a bit." He said,wanting to lay back down. Charlie happily babbles,nuzzling against her father, who lays back down with her,putting the blanket over them. Alastor closes his eyes for what feels like a few seconds,ending up falling back to sleep. Charlie, who was still awake, moved off of her father,going to her mwama, who was dead asleep. She stares at him and then playfully smacks the blonde in the face,earning small groans from him. She giggles as she then pokes his chubby cheeks repeatedly before jumping on him,hearing an oof sound from him along with some movements from under the covers for him to look at her.

"Good morning, Charlotte..." he says half awake.

"Charlie!" The young blonde said, puffing out her cheeks as she playfully jumps on Luficer again.

"Okay.. im up..." he raspyly said, sitting up,hugging his daughter.

"It's so early.." he said, looking at the clock,"Why are you up?" He asked,thinkin that her sleeping schedule is gonna be fucked.

"Monsters!" She says.

"I thought i spray them away."

"Bathroom."

"I didn't spray there.. I'll do it later on." He said,truth be told there was no monsters he knows no one dares try to break into their home if they have a death wish, so to ease her worries he always spray some air freshner to make it seem like he scare the scary monsters away.

"Come on kiddo- wait did you wake your dad up?" Lucifer asked,hopefully he could hand Charlie over to his partner so he could sleep.

"Wake me up and you're a dead man love." Alastor says suddenly.

"Damn." Lucifer pouts,"Let me make breakfast for you and Char Char then.." he said,leaning over to the night stand to get his white robe and tying it around his scarred body,he was already wearing duck pajamas bottoms. He still havent gotten his other pjs out of the dryer yet so this will do,he picks his daughter up,"Do you want anything love?" He asked his partner.

"Peace and quiet. "

"Starve."

"You're always a terrible cook." Alastor replied back.

"Hey!.. so mean." He then gets up with Charlie in his arms,leaving the room he goes to the kitchen along with turning on the living room and kitchen lights so he doesnt trip over things again. He sits Charlie in her high chair,he goes into the fridge to get her some juice,"I'm making oatmeal this morning." He said, handing her sippy cup filled with apple juice. Charlie immediately starts drinking her juice,it's her favorite..or was it orange juice? She didnt know,they were both tasty to her.

Lucifer started making oatmeal the ones that you can just add water then microwave under 3 minutes,once it's done he tasted it to make sure it wasnt to hot for Charlie.

"Hey!!"

"I was just checking the temperature, I wasn't gonna eat it." Lucifer defended himself,setting the bowl in front of her as he happily puts her hands in the bowl and eating.

"You have a spoon for a reason.." he said as he watches her make a mess with the oatmeal.

Lucifer goes into one of the cabinets to get another bowl out and pour himself some cereal,he took the spoon Charlie was supposed to use for himself,and sat down next to her as he eats his dry cereal,realizing at the last second they need milk and two that he eating dry cereal..

He ate it like a champ,not minding it. He thought the spoon was an overkill when he could just use his hands.

Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

He was quick to finish his cereal, and he got up and put it into the sink as he got himself a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it.

Charlie was now playing with the small amount of food she had,Lucifer decided she was done and took the bowl from her as he finished off the rest by using his hand,eating the remaining oatmeal. He then puts her bowl in the sink along with washing his hands,"Come on, charlie, let's get you ready since you are fully awake." He said taking her out of the high chair,as she holds onto him,getting oatmeal onto his robe. He takes her to the bathroom where he helped her brush her teeth along with washing her up some,brushing her unkept hair along with dressing her up. She was wearing a red deer onesie with the feet being little black paws and on the backside a small red deer tail with white underneath can be seen. "Im papa!!" She beams,practically jumping up and down.

"Yes you are sweetly." He smiles,it was a habit for Alastor and Lucifer to dress Charlie up as their loved one,for an example when Charlie was first born Lucifer had put a deer beanie onto her along with a red onsies as she sleeps. He did it at first because laundry wasn't done at the time but ending up liking the idea and thought it would be cute,another reason is that he didn't want his girl to end up forgetting about them or hating them for some reason.

Alastor thought it was cute and funny so he kinda just went along with it,not really questioning Lucifer.

"Imma let you play for a bit,then after play time we gotta go to the store for some stuff."

"Oki!!" Charlie said practically running out the door.

"I hope she doesnt make a mess." He said smiling softly,as he quickly brushes his teeth along with brushing his hair,whicing ended up more poofyier than normal because he didn't want to wet or do anything with it.

He passed Charlie's room to see her talking on her toy landline,he smiles at her before going to his shared room to get dressed.

He opens the closet,going through it just picking out something to wear which he picks out blue jeans and a white shirt. "Do you need anything from the store love?" He asked,taking the robe off,showing off his scars once more before putting the shirt on. The scars were old,the ones that were on his upper arms that the shirt hid were when he went through depression. He doesn't like to talk much about it because it'll make him cry and he wants to be strong for his family.

"Get me the ingredients for jambalaya,we're having that for dinner tonight, please. I've been craving it but haven't gotten around to it." Alastor said awake,he knows he won't go back to sleep.

"Okay." Lucifer then goes over to him and kisses him," Always So beautiful when you wake up,i love you."

Alastor who felt like a zombie lets his lover kiss him. He's usually a morning person, but lately, he's been sleeping later than usual. He feels fingers run through his messy red hair, then the feeling of his ears being scratched,he leans into the touch,smiling softly.

No matter how many times Lucifer touches Alastor's ears, he always loved how soft they were. "I'll be an hour,think you can survive without me ?"

"Definitely. " The other remarks.

"Supposed to say no -"

Alastor laughs,making the blonde puff out his cheeks,"Fine, see if i care." He said, leaving the room.

Alastor counting backward from three ,"three..two..one"

Lucifer pokes his head out from the other side of the door,"Do you really mean that?" He asked,giving him his puppy dog eyes.

Alastor softly sighed,"No, i don't mean that,I'll miss you."

"Okay, good. You better." He said before going back to Charlie.

The radio demon smiles,"That's my idiot. " he softly says to no one but himself.

Lucifer gets Charlie, who reluctantly stopped playing to go to the store. She loves adventure and helping out as much as she can. He puts her in her red car seat,making sure she's buckled up, then gets inside of the red Kia Forte, then drives to the store. Charlie had her own little steering wheel. That way, she could drive along with her mama, too.

"Vroommm!" Charlie says,hitting her little horn while turning the wheel constantly,"Wook, I'm drivin!!"

"I'm very proud of you,you're an amazing driver, hon." Luficer smiles at his daughter through the mirror's view as they soon arrive at the store.

#hello tumblr #no proofreading we die like men #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #appleradio #radioapple #soft alastor #soft lucifer #little charlie #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #my writting

[once-upon-an-imagine]

God Only Knows - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! more Steddie to make your life better because, why not!? :) 

Request - spideysbae asked:  so im in my period and i feel like crying so yeah.... Steddie helping reader through a panic/anxiety attack (If you don't feel comfertable with it, it can just be reader crying)

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); reader having a panic attack; mentions of drugs; I think that’s it but as always please let me know if I missed anything :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

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God Only Knows

If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me?

You sighed deeply and looked at yourself in the mirror after you washed your face. You hated parties. This was probably the last place you wanted to be tonight. All you wanted to do, was get some pizza, watch a movie, and cuddle with your boyfriends. But, the Byers were back in town and wanted to share that they were moving in together with Hopper and Eleven. So, they invited everyone tonight for a dinner party at their new home. You thought you would be able to handle it since it usually wasn’t a lot of people. But, it seemed that more people than you actually expected were here. You walked out of the bathroom and started looking for your boyfriends but couldn’t find them anywhere. You figured Eddie was probably outside, smoking, hopefully not with his kids from Hellfire and far enough so Hopper wouldn’t see him. You knew he wouldn't give the kids any, but, again, you knew he wasn’t Hopper’s cup of tea. And Eddie wasn’t the most careful with his little drug lunchbox sometimes. And you had absolutely no idea where Steve was. Even if it wasn’t as much as before, you knew he still loved a party from time to time. And even more when some people from high school who still idolized him were there.

“Hey, hun-” you jumped a little when you heard Robin coming towards you. “Have you seen her?”

“Um, who?” you asked confused.

“Vickie” she said, freaking out. “I invited her tonight and she said she would come but she’s still not here and now I’m freaking out because maybe I shouldn’t have asked her out. I mean, what if I misinterpreted things? What if she just said yes to be polite but she didn’t really want to come and didn't know how to tell me or-”

“Uh, Robin” you stopped her rambling.

“Yes?”

“Vickie just walked through the door” you said, pointing in her direction where the redhead smiled and waved at the two of you.

“Oh my God. I didn’t think this through. I mean, I never thought she would actually come. What do I do?”

“Just… go say hello” you encouraged her. “You’ll be fine” you tried to assure her.

“Okay” she said taking a deep breath. “Wish me luck” she smiled.

“Good luck” you told her. “Wait” you said, pulling her back. “Have you seen Steve? Or Eddie?”

“No, sorry” she said, before walking away from you. You sighed and walked over to the living room, sitting on the couch. Hopefully one of them would find you, but someone else did first.

“Hey, dude” you looked up to see Jonathan’s friend, Argyle. “Why the long face, man? You want some pizza?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“N-no, thanks, I’m good” you smiled politely at him.

“Your loss man” he chuckled. “Hey, why are you wearing that guy’s jacket?” he asked. “You know, the pretty boy, with the big hair?”

“Steve?” you laughed.

“Yeah” he said, taking a bite of his pizza.

“How do you know this is Steve’s jacket?” you asked, curiously.

“Oh, he wears the real shit man, not like El’s little boyfriend who wears the shitty knock-offs” he explained, making you laugh a little.

“Well, to answer your question, I was cold so he lent it to me” you said, pulling it closer to you. Steve’s smell helped you calm down a little.

“How come you don’t use your boyfriend’s jacket? He wears like three of them” he asked confused.

“Um… Steve is my boyfriend” you told him.

“Wasn’t your boyfriend the other guy with long hair? The cool one that plays D&D and shit?”

“Eddie?” you asked.

“Yeah! That guy’s so awesome, man” he said, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, Eddie is my boyfriend too” you explained.

“No way” he said, surprised. “So, the three of you are like… together?”

“Yeah” you said, a bit nervous. You knew this wasn’t exactly something that everyone just accepted.

“That is so cool” he said, genuinely. “That is like… three times the love, man” he smiled, making you sigh in relief.

“Y-yeah, something like that” you smiled back at him.

“Well then, more power to you” he said, raising up his pizza as if he was making a toast.

“Thanks, Argyle” you replied. “Um… I’m gonna go see if I can find either one of them” you said, getting up. “You haven’t seen them by any chance?”

“Nah, but if I do I’ll let them know to look for the girl in the nice jacket, ‘kay?”

“Thank you” you said before walking away.

You started walking through the crowds of people, making your way to the kitchen. Everything was beginning to be too much. The noise, the people, not finding either one of your boyfriends. You knew what was coming. But this was a happy night and you didn’t want to ruin it. So, you figured, maybe a glass of water would help. You got even more anxious when you noticed how much your hand was shaking.

“Hey!” you heard, making you accidentally drop your glass when you turned around to see Jonathan. “Whoa, sorry, love” he said, walking over to you and grabbing some paper towels to dry up the water. “Didn’t mean to scare you” he said.

“N-no, it’s fine” you smiled weakly, grabbing the plastic cup and tossing it in the garbage. “It’s uh a great party” you told him.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this big” he told you. Jonathan knew you since you two were kids. He knew you weren’t comfortable in these kinds of situations. Especially when there were so many people that you didn’t know around you. “But… you know, a lot of people were happy to see that Hopper was back and-”

“Oh, I’m sure that a lot of us are also happy that you, your mom, Will, and El are back” you smiled at him. “Also, Argyle is pretty cool” you said. “So, how come you’re hiding out here with me and not with Nancy? I figured you two have a lot of time to make up for” you said.

“I don’t know” he said, placing his hand behind his neck. “I guess we still have some things to figure out” he said.

“You two will be fine, John” you assured him.

“How do you know?”

“Because you two are like meant to be” you laughed. “You love each other and in the end, that’s what matters. I mean, look at me, I’m making it work with two people who couldn’t be more different” you chuckled, making him laugh too.

“Yeah, how’s that going?”

“Pretty good, actually” you admitted. “It would be better if I had any idea where they were” you said, starting to feel anxious again.

“Oh, I think I saw Eddie outside with Dustin and Will. I can go get him if you like-”

“You should be going to look for Nancy” you said as he started walking out of the kitchen.

“Can’t hear you, I’m already gone” he yelled before leaving and Joyce came into the kitchen after with Mrs. Henderson, Mrs. Wheeler, and Mrs. Sinclair.

“Oh hi, honey, what are you doing hiding here?” Joyce said, kindly, walking over to you. “Are you alright, sweetie? Steve was looking for you out there” she told you.

“Y-yes, I just came to grab a glass of water” you said, nervously.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re dating Steve Harrington now” Mrs. Wheeler said excitedly. “He is so handsome, you two are such a cute couple” she told you.

“Uh- right um-”

“Wait, you’re dating Steve? Dusty said Eddie was your boyfriend” Mrs. Henderson asked confused.

Great. The only one that actually knew you were dating both of them was Joyce because she had always been like a mom to you. Especially after your parents didn’t exactly approve of your relationship.

“R-right w-well, actually” you stuttered, nervously. You knew this was a delicate subject, especially with adults, since it wasn’t seen as a conventional relationship. “I uh- w-we’re u-um-”

“Honey, could you please go get Will for me? He’s outside I think” Joyce interrupted. “I’ll just talk to Claudia, Sue, and Karen really quick” she said, escorting you out the kitchen door.

“R-right, thanks, Joyce” you said, quickly before leaving the kitchen.

It started again. Your hands were shaking and your breathing became quicker. This is the main reason why you hated going to parties. People still didn’t accept the fact that you, Eddie, and Steve could all be in a relationship. It wasn’t bad when they were with you, they were pretty much the ones who would explain something and just tell people to fuck off if they made some unpleasant comments. But when it was just you, you never really knew how to handle it, since the last time you tried was with your parents. And they ended up throwing you out of their house.

“Hey!” you heard someone calling your name and then saw Max walking over to you with Lucas and Will. “Are you okay?”

“M-Max-” you said, trying to take a deep breath but your eyes were already watering.

“Lucas, go get Steve” she said, turning to him and then Will. “You go get Eddie” she instructed. “I’ll take her up to Eleven’s room” she said and the two boys nodded before they went their separate ways. “Come on” she said, taking your hand and guiding you upstairs.

Soon enough you were sitting on Eleven’s bed, trying to calm yourself down with Max’s help. It wasn’t long before the door burst open and Steve ran in with Lucas behind him.

“Love, I’m here” he said, kneeling down in front of you and taking Max’s place.

“S-Steve-” you said, as he placed your head between his hands, making you look at him.

“I’m here sunshine, look at me” he said, softly. “It’s okay, I’m here with you.”

“Princess!” Eddie’s voice came inside the room, Will, Dustin, and Jonathan behind him. “Shit, do you know what happened, Red?” he asked Max.

“No, she just came out of the kitchen that way” she explained.

“Thanks” he nodded. “We got it, guys, can you give us a minute?” he asked, looking at the rest of them.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Dustin asked, concerned.

“Yeah” Eddie assured him. “We just need some space” he smiled nervously.

“Take all the time you need, man. Let’s go, guys” Jonathan said, pushing the kids outside and closing the door behind him.

Eddie then came over to kneel in front of you, next to Steve.

“Hi princess” Eddie said, placing one of his hands on your cheek, and Steve removed his. “We’re here” he said, feeling Steve’s hand holding his free one, knowing how much it broke Eddie’s heart to see you like this and that he was probably going to blame himself. “We’re both here. You’re okay, love” he said soothingly.

“Can you take deep breaths for us, sunshine?” Steve said as Eddie started taking deep breaths so you could follow his lead. “That’s good, sweetheart, just like Eddie’s breathing” he instructed.

“That’s it, love, in” Eddie said, taking a deep breath. “And out” he guided you. “You’re doing a great job, honey” he said, smiling when your breathing started slowing down.

“There you go, sunshine” Steve said, softly, moving his hand to stroke your arm instead and Eddie did the same.

“I’m s-sorry” you said, between sobs.

“No, none of that, love” Eddie said, softly. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay?” he said, wiping your tears away.

“Can we hug you, sweetheart? What do you need us to do?” Steve asked, still stroking your arm with his hand.

You grabbed Steve’s hand with one of yours, and Eddie’s with the other one, trying to stand up.

“Hey, hold on, easy, princess okay?” Eddie said, holding you by your waist and guiding you down.

He and Steve sat next to each other with their backs against the bed and he gently placed you between the two of them, creating a safe bubble, wrapping his arm around you and Steve did the same.

“There you go, sunshine” Steve said, kissing the side of your head as Eddie kissed your cheek on his side. “We got you” he repeated.

“You’re safe, princess” Eddie whispered as you started playing with his rings.

“I’m s-s-”

“No, love, no apologizing” Steve said, brushing your hair away from your face and kissing your temple.

“B-but I s-scared y-you two, a-and Max, and Lucas, and D-Dustin, and W-Will-”

“Don’t worry about them right now, love” Eddie assured you. “They just wanted to make sure you were okay” he insisted and you nodded softly.

“What happened, love?” Steve asked, ignoring Eddie’s frowning at him. “Take your time. We just want to know how to help you, okay?”

“N-nothing happened” you said. “It was s-stupid-”

“No, love, it’s not” Eddie assured you.

“It was just all… kind of too much” you started, still playing with Eddie’s hand, not being able to face them. “It was too many p-people a-and I couldn’t find either one of you” you continued, making Steve and Eddie share a guilty look. “I w-was fine for a while, talking to Argyle and then Jonathan” you continued. “B-but then, Joyce came in the kitchen with Mrs. Henderson, and Mrs. Wheeler, a-and Mrs. Sinclair” you said, trying your best not to start crying again. “A-and Mrs. Wheeler asked if I w-was dating y-you” you said, nodding your head towards Steve. “B-but then Mrs. Henderson said she w-was confused because she thought I was d-dating you” you said, pulling Eddie’s hand. “S-so I just d-didn’t know how to explain that I w-was dating both of you, and then Joyce told me to g-go but I s-still couldn’t f-find you a-and I just-” you stopped when your breathing started picking up again.

“Shh, it’s okay” Steve said, tightening his arm around you.

“It’s okay, princess” Eddie said, kissing your head again. “You wanna go home?”

“N-no” you said, looking up at them. “Y-you two are having fun, a-and-”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart” Steve said, kissing your forehead. “There’s no way we could have more fun here than just the three of us back at home” he assured you. “We can do whatever you want” he offered.

“R-really?” you asked, sitting up, looking between them and the two of them nodded. “C-can we read Lord of The Rings?” you asked with a small smile.

“Again-?” Steve started but stopped when Eddie smacked him on the back of the head. “Yes, of course, we can, sweetheart” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“Whatever you want, princess” Eddie smiled, kissing your other cheek.

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“Was Dustin really okay? He sounded really scared. And Max, she was so helpful and I didn’t mean to-”

“Love stop” Steve said, walking over to you and sitting on the bed. “They were just a little worried. They care about you. And you know Henderson sees you like a big sister, but I promise you they were fine. They’re coming tomorrow for movie night” he insisted. “And I just called Joyce to let her know we were home and that you were feeling better” he said, bringing you a cup of tea and his yellow sweater and one of Eddie’s boxers so you could change into them. “You have nothing to worry about, okay?” he said, giving you a small peck on the lips.

“Thanks, love” you said, kissing him again.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart” he said and you nodded as he left the room and went looking for Eddie, who was basically turning the living room upside down looking for his book.

“Is not here” Steve heard him mumbling to himself. “Shit!”

“Eddie?”

“Is not here! I can’t find the fucking book! Did you move it-”

“Love, calm down, I’m sure it’s here somewhere-”

“It’s not!” he said, knocking down the books on the shelf next to him. “I can’t- I can’t find it! I put it down there for a second and-”

“Eddie” Steve said, walking closer to him and grabbing his hands to make him stop spiraling. “Look at me, love” he said, softly. Eddie sighed and turned to look at him reluctantly. “She’s okay” he said.

“She had a panic attack, Steve-”

“I know, but it wasn’t your fault-”

“Yes, it was! Henderson wanted to show me something and she said she was going to the bathroom and… I, I thought she had found you and stayed with you or something- I should have waited for her! We know she hates these kinds of events, there were so many people there. So many fucking judgemental people and I left her by herself-”

“Stop” Steve said, placing his hand on Eddie’s cheek, softly. “I know, okay? I feel horrible too that she was alone, but we got there in time. And she found Max, Lucas, and Will. Joyce saw she was uncomfortable so she sent her away and she made sure she was okay before we left. She has people that care about her and she knows we do too. She knows we love her. She knows you love her. She’s okay, Eddie, this wasn’t your fault-”

“But-”

“No buts, she just wants us here with her and that’s what we’re gonna do, okay?”

“I just…” Eddie sighed sadly.

“I know” Steve said, giving him a peck on the lips. “I know, love” he said, hugging him closer.

“Eddie?” you said, standing at the door to your bedroom.

Eddie quickly wiped away his tears and pulled away from Steve.

“Yes, princess?” he said, clearing his throat.

“I found the book” you smiled weakly, holding it in your hand. Eddie smiled back and walked over to you, giving you a kiss on the lips.

“Lead the way then, gorgeous” he said, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, making you smile.

“Are you coming, Stevie?” you asked.

“I’ll be right there, sweetheart” he smiled and Eddie pulled you to the bedroom.

Eddie sat on his side of the bed and you curled up next to him while he looked for the marked page.

“So, where were we-?” Eddie asked but he suddenly stopped and placed the book on his nightstand and sat up, grabbing your hand. “Princess?”

“Love?” you smiled, sitting up as he looked at you.

“Y-you know that I love you right?” he asked all of the sudden. You frowned your eyebrows in confusion and smiled sweetly at him.

“Of course, I know” you said. “I love you too” you smiled.

“It’s just… I don’t- um… I didn’t mean to leave you alone tonight and-”

“Eddie” you said, placing your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “What happened to me wasn’t your fault” you assured him.

“But I was with you and I just… I don’t want you to think like you can’t trust me or that I won’t be there for you I just-”

“Whoa, Eddie, I would never think that, love” you assured him, not noticing that Steve was now standing at the door. “You and Steve are my favorite people in the world. You two always make me feel safe and comfortable and happy and loved and… even if it was a little scary for a moment, I have never doubted that you and Steve love me and would be there whenever I need you” you smiled.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, still feeling a little guilty.

“Yeah” you nodded. “I mean, you let me choose the music on the way back home and Steve let me choose reading Lord of the Rings” you chuckled, looking back at Steve, who rolled his eyes and went to sit on your other side. “If that’s not love, I really don’t know what is” you smiled as Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and Eddie laughed a little. “I love you” you said, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him towards you to give him a kiss on the lips. “Both of you” you said, turning to Steve and giving him one as well.

“Me too” Steve smiled, resting his head against yours and looking back at Eddie.

“Me three” Eddie said, grabbing the book again before he linked his free hand to your sand Steve’s. “Ready?”

“Oh, almost, hold on” Steve said, pulling away and pressing play on the boombox on the floor. You and Eddie smiled when you heard the song that came on as Steve came back, kissing your head.

“Thanks” you whispered, kissing his cheek.

“Now we’re ready” Seve told Eddie as he started reading with the music in the background.

“Okay… let’s begin” Eddie said, kissing your head before returning to the book.

This was your absolute favorite place in the world. Lying here with Steve and Eddie felt like the safest spot on the planet. Where nothing could hurt you. It was just the three of you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I'll make you so sure about it God only knows what I'd be without you

The End

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Song: God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

A/N: ahhhh! I really hope you loves like it! I really enjoyed writing for Steddie and I have a couple more to come probably over the weekend xD 

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[hbowarbabes]

Letter from a Lover

John “Bucky” Egan x Roxanne Vernon (OC)

Summary: As Bucky sits in his barrack watching as the others receive letters, he’s surprised to find out there’s one for him.

Words: 1.2k

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Bucky sat in silence as he smoked his cigarette, staring out the small window at the snowy, barren landscape that surrounded the prison camp. The bitter cold air seeped through the cracks in the walls, chilling him to the bone. He longed for warmth, for freedom, for the sweet taste of home.

He never knew how much he’d miss Roxanne until now. He couldn’t just talk to her or take her out like he once did.

Roxanne was his lifeline, his safe space, his everything. Without her, Bucky felt like a man without a purpose.

As he sat, lost in his thoughts, a voice broke through the stillness. "Mail call!" a man called out, reading the names on each letter. Bucky didn’t think he’d be receiving anything from anyone.

“Okay. Uh, Murphy?” The man pulled one of the letters, handing it to the man sitting next to Buck.

“Finally.” Murphy took the letter.

“Murphy.” Once again, the man handed Murphy another letter. Two letters. What a lucky man, Bucky thought.

“Hamilton.

“Thanks.” From the other side of the table, Hamilton got up and reached for the letter.

“And Cleven.”

Bucky watched in despair as his friend received the last of the letters. That already confirmed what Bucky had been thinking. He wasn’t getting anything.

“Oh- there’s another.” The man rummaged through the box of letters in his arm, pulling out one last letter.

“Egan.”

Bucky couldn’t believe it. He slowly reached to claim the letter, still in a state of shock. His heart skipped a beat as the man handed him a letter with familiar handwriting on the envelope. Roxanne’s handwriting.

“That’s it, fellas.” The man, not having any more correspondence to hand out, left the cramped barrack and continued about his mail delivery to the other men.

With trembling hands, Bucky tore open the letter and began to read. As Bucky read, Roxanne's words seemed to leap off the page, painting a vivid picture of her life without him.

"Dear Bucky," the letter began.

“I hope this letter finds you safe and well, wherever you are. For the past few months, I thought I’d never hear your name again.

Recently, I was informed that you’re still alive. That’s the best news I’ve heard in months.

I know it's been a while since we last saw each other, but please know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you more than words can express.

It hurts knowing that I don’t have you to keep me company or sing in that awful voice of yours. I never thought I’d have to say this, but I do miss hearing you sing.

The days seem to drag on longer than they should. Working at the clinic is the only thing keeping my mind off you. But even then, I still worry. Life feels empty without you in it.

Every day I find myself looking at our pictures and reminiscing about the beautiful memories we’ve shared. I can still feel your embrace and hear your laughter, and it always brings a smile to my face.

Sometimes I just feel so helpless knowing you’re probably suffering in some hellhole while I’m enjoying the luxuries of freedom.

My friends keep trying to convince me to go out. I did once. We went to the officers’ club one night, and I spent the whole night staring at the stage and the microphone, thinking back to the night we first met. It all feels so far away now.

There is something I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time now. I know this might come as a surprise, but I couldn't wait any longer to share this news with you.

I’m pregnant. You are going to be a father! I found out a few weeks after you left. Hopefully this news will cheer you up as much as it did for me.

I’m not working as much as before, but I’m still trying to be productive. Jean and Sandra are taking good care of me. They are always keeping an eye on me, maybe more than they should. It’s honestly pretty scary how they always know where I am and what I’m doing, but I know it’s all with good intentions.

As of now, I continue to count down the days until we can be reunited. I’ll write to you as much as I can. It’s all I can do to help pass time whenever I’m not working. It’s the one thing that makes it feel like you’re here with me even if you’re miles away.

You wrote to me, and now it’s my turn. It would only be fair for me to hold up my end of the deal. And it’s a deal I will take any day if it means I can keep your spirits up.

Please take care of yourself. I’d like for our child to have a father.

I am eagerly waiting for the day when I can see your face again.

All my love,

Roxanne.”

Bucky's heart nearly stopped as he read the last parts of the letter. Roxanne was pregnant, carrying their child. He felt a surge of emotions wash over him - happiness, fear, excitement, and a deep sense of responsibility.

As tears welled up in his eyes, Bucky couldn’t believe it. He had feared that the war would keep them apart forever, but now he had something to hold onto, a reason to stay alive and to make it back home.

He never thought someone like him would be able to have a future with a woman, let alone start a family. And now it was all happening. A part of him wanted to believe he was dreaming.

His friend Buck noticed the change in his demeanor and raised an eyebrow. “What’s got you smiling all of a sudden?”

All the guys looked at Bucky, eager to hear of whatever news got him teary-eyed.

Bucky looked up, his eyes shining with a mix of joy and apprehension. "I’m gonna be a father." he said, unable to contain his emotions.

The thought of coming home to not just Roxanne, but also their child filled him with a sense of joy. He couldn't wait to meet his child, to hold them in his arms and look into their eyes.

Bucky's mind raced with thoughts of how he would be able to provide for his growing family from inside the confines of the prison camp. How would he support Roxanne and their unborn child? Would he even be able to make it out of the camp alive to meet his child?

No. He couldn’t think about that.

As he tucked the letter away in his jacket, Bucky felt a renewed feeling of hope and resolve. He had to make it back home to Roxanne and their child, no matter what it took.

Knowing that Roxanne was pretty far along, and that he might not be there for the birth of his child hurt him like a stake in the heart. He felt terrible knowing that Roxanne would have to go through the pain alone. But like she said, she just wanted him to come home, and nothing more.

In the weeks and months that followed, Bucky held onto Roxanne's letter like a lifeline. He read it over and over again, committing every word to memory. The words on the paper were more than just some simple exchange. That was his future, all in that letter.

#mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air #john egan #bucky egan #major john egan #major john egan x oc #john egan x oc #bucky egan x oc

[balloonboyismyson]

how'd monty feel to seeing a person in his green room laying on his couch?

I will be writing if it were a child and another if it were Y/N! Please enjoy!

If it were a child: After a full day of shows and dealing with jackass parents, Monty is very eager to get in his greenroom and start his recharge-cycle. "You owe me twice for how many times I needed ta save your ass today on stage, Fazbear!" He yells out behind him before the door slides open. A faint "Language!" can be heard as Monty roars out a laugh and steps inside. Looking forward again, Monty stops short, his laughter abruptly stopping with a clamp of his maw. A small child lays upon his couch, the cushions barely being dented. The kid can't be older than 5. 'Shit- the 'plex closes in 12 minutes, why the hell's anyone still here!?' Frozen, Monty just looks around for a second before slowly making his way over. Hesitantly, he kneels down, almost afraid to scare the poor child. He's gonna have to wake them up anyway, but at least he can purposefully do it very gently. Monty cups and uncups his hands a few times before ever so slightly placing a hand on the kid's upper arm, careful not to make contact with his claws. He proceeds to very politely and gently shake the kid, barely even moving his hands. Thankfully, with the kid tiredly getting up, he succeeded in not startling them. When they face him he doesn't even need to use his scanner- he saw them earlier that day in Monty Golf. "Hey, little guy. What'cha doin' here? 'T's almost closin' time. Where're your parents?" Hopefully their parents are nearby to safely bring them home.

If it were Y/N: Today was terrible. For some reason, the days where Monty has the most parties to go to the worse everyone's behavior is. Right now, all he wants to do is go in his greenroom and turn out all the lights and just sit there. Well, what he more-so wants is to do that but have you there with him, to hear you breath and feel your warmth on his casing. He'd probably keep the lights on a smidge so he could still see your face. But alas, he knows your shift ended an hour ago and that all dayshift employees aren't allowed in the 'plex after hours. You didn't say goodbye to him, though. 'Maybe there was 'n emergency?' You had been acting fairly strange all day. Your heart was beating way too fast for his comfort every time he saw you. With heavy footsteps and a very slouched back, he walks to his greenroom and opens the door. His eyes widen as they land on his couch, far on the other side of the room. You're there. He perks up for a second before getting alarmed. The loudness of the door opening wakes you up, and even through the fuzziness of your vision, you see Monty. He makes it over to you in only three steps, crouching slightly to get more face-to-face with you. "What're you doin' here?? 'Re you okay??" "Sorry, I... I didn't really think I could drive home. I'm really sorry for intruding-" " 'T's fine, 't's fine!" He rapidly waves his hands in front of himself before he grabs a few pillows from the corner of the room. "Stay here for th' night. D-do you want me t' leave?" You take his hand and look him in the eyes. "I really.. don't.. wanna be alone right now." He nods and picks you up before walking over to his little nesting area and sits down with you in his lap. Somehow, all the bad of the day's been washed away with one, short conversation.

#Monty Gator #Montgomery Gator #Headcanon #FNaF Security Breach #FNaF SB #FNaF #Five Nights at Freddy's #Clownie honks #asks #headcanons #Monty Gator x Y/N

[tripleglitchwriting]

Hello! Hope youre doing well :D Hopefully I'm not late for the open requests! (if so do ignore/delete this)

Is it okay to ask for something platonic/fluffy with idw Drift or Tarantulas?

Whoever you feel more comfortable writing! I'm not picky.

Anyways, have an amazing day <3

Thank you for requesting! This is my first time taking a request, so I apologize if it’s not up to par with any expectations. I haven’t actually read much fluff either but I tried my best :-)

I decided to pick Tarantulas for this one because I know him better than Drift (also, spiders are cool.) I based his personality off of Earthspark Tarantulas, but this story doesn’t necessarily take place in that universe.

Spider’s Cove

CW: A little fear and stress at the beginning, but it’s fluffy other than that.

As a rule, Tarantulas didn’t interact with humans. That is, any human other than you. It’s not that he hated them or held something against them it’s just… well actually he did hate them and held something against them. Before you showed up he’d been hiding away from the whole planet, ready to scare off anyone who got too close to his cave. Yet… the night you arrived changed his outlook forever.

Rain pelted the forest like bullets in a war zone, thunder clapped behind dark, angry clouds. You were running, looking for anywhere dry enough to make a fire or to even just take a second to breathe. It felt like a miracle when a sizable hole in the side of the mountain entered your vision. Looking back on it now, it was a miracle of sorts.

You stepped inside shivering, cold damp air still pierced your drenched jacket. Despite how it may have looked the cave was leagues better than you could have hoped, perfectly dry enough to begin setting up some sort of camp. However, as you took out your supplies, a horrible realization dawned on you. Your fire starters, kindling, and matches were all too wet to be useful. At that moment, the stress of the day began to set in. Your breathing came out quick and ragged, tears began to add to the water already covering your face.

Because of this, you didn’t notice the skittering noises coming from deeper in the cave. You didn’t notice a shadow begin to creep up on you, and you didn’t notice when something very, very big towered over your crumpled form.

“Human.”

You shrieked.

“Why have you come here?” It asked, voice shaking you to your core. Turning around to look at what it was, you realized why nobody ever came out here. There was a spider. A giant spider. A giant spider that looked to be partially made of metal. A giant spider made of metal that was not happy with you.

“I- I was trying to get out of the… the rain it was… I was… please don’t hurt me…!” You saw the spiders body slump just a little bit. As you pleaded, your words came out bumbling, you expected to be crushed or eaten or something. To your surprise, no pain came.

“I… I was going to ask you to leave. However, I see why you are here.”

“Wh- what?”

“As much as I dislike your race, you… I can sympathize with your plight. If you cause no trouble, I will allow you to shelter here until the storm ends.” The spider boomed.

“…really? But… but what…”

“I wouldn’t argue if I were you.”

And so you didn’t.

And neither did he.

You spent the night in his cave, discovering what he was, who he was, and why he was here. Turns out the spider was called “Tarantulas”, and he was a scientist of sorts. He was trying to get away from others of his kind, and ended up hiding in the cave you found him in. He could also transform into a robot rather than just being a spider, which scared you very bad the first time he did it.

Tarantulas kept his promise to shelter you, even going as far to provide a “bed” made of some sort of synthesized spider silk. You chatted with him the whole night, no matter how much he insisted you sleep. Eventually, a question you asked seemed to catch him off guard.

“Why do you hate humans?”

“Well, they’re, or, you all are pests that keep messing with my plans. I can’t risk having one of you lead an enemy here. Simple.” He fidgeted with various pieces of technology strewn about his makeshift home.

“Then… why did you save me?”

“I- well, I… I couldn’t just leave you there.”

“Yes you could’ve.”

“Well, I didn’t. Maybe I just didn’t want to deal with a dying human in my home.”

“Well, thank you for helping me anyway.” He simply nodded at you. “Hey, you know, Tarantulas?”

“Yes?”

“You said some of your kind is hunting you down, they think you’re evil, right?“

“…Yes.”

“You haven’t told me too much, but I don’t think you’re evil.”

“What makes you say that?”

“For a guy who claims to hate humanity, you have a knack for making very comfy beds.” You smiled at him, and he nodded back, quietly accepting your inference.

For the next couple hours, he softened little by little. The storm went on for longer than either of you had guessed, so you did what you could to pass the time: talk even more.

You told him about your life, your opinions on humanity, and how you ended up in the cave to begin with. He found the idea of “camping” ridiculous, which made you laugh more than it should’ve.

Tarantulas was sweet, even when he needed to work on whatever sciencey project he was occupying himself with. He kept you on his shoulder while he worked in robot mode, and you get to see all of the impossible equations and indecipherable text he was reading. You didn’t understand one bit of it, but he appreciated your confused attempts to help anyway.

When the rain finally stopped and the sun came out from hiding, Tarantulas took you outside to see you off. However, the storm did more damage than previously thought. Branches lay soaked in the mud, entire trees snapped in half like twigs, and a good portion of the land around the cave entrance was flooded. You and Tarantulas looked at each other, and without a word he stepped back inside the cave.

After what was a dozen long strides for him, you were back in the lab. He set you down carefully, kneeling to make the trip easier. This giant, the same that had scared you out if your skin a day before, then let you know you could stay however long you liked.

You giggled, smiling from ear to ear, wrapping your arms around his oversized leg the best you could. He seemed… shaken up by your hug, but after a moment he took one giant finger and placed it on your back.

“Thank you, Tarantulas. I knew you were a good guy.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that.”

#transformers #transformers g/t #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #gn human reader #gn reader #tarantulas #tripleglitch request #tripleglitch ask #human reader #transformers earthspark

[cloveroctobers]

CHAD MEEKS—MARTIN / summer prompts 🍋

A/N: a lot more people voted for him on my poll this time around and…I’m finally getting around to doing it lol. My list is kinda lengthy for this summer so bear with me. Nothing too fancy or long but Chad’s got some heart eyes for a certain someone. Also doesn’t it bother anyone that they didn’t make “Meeks” the last name since it just flows better? Chad Martin-Meeks is way better but who tf am I? Im also picturing Morgana Van Peebles’ character from the film “You’re killing me” as Mindy’s new love interest + Andrew Spach as Alex ��� s/o to lifetime 😆

*GIF BELONGS TO: @scream-source

PROMPTS used from this list: 1. Violent mosquito killing claps + 2. “wanna walk on the boardwalk?”

WARNINGS: language, a derogatory term is mentioned, lots of insect talk and I think that’s it!

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Maya Evans wasn’t much of a lake person but…she was basically bullied to be here! She had Mindy Meeks-Martin to thank for that, being out here at her and Chad’s grandparent’s lake house up in the outskirts of New York was not originally how she was going to tend to the beginning of her summer.

Mindy remembers asking, “What’re you gonna do the entire summer? Shield that pretty face away from humanity inside this apartment?”

“Kinda,” Maya blinks at the short haired twenty year old.

Mindy scoffs, “I don’t think so! you’re coming with us. You need vitamin D and hopefully I’ll get you the other D from one of our not so bad looking neighbors, who mentioned he would also be there.”

Maya groans at the alluding to the overall cringe-ness of her sex life. If they were going to be on vacation, she wasn’t worried about getting laid when she did quite well if she did say so herself.

“I don’t care about any of that. I’m not going.”

“Yes you are.”

“Nooo, I’m not.”

“Yes!”

“No, Melinda!”

A glare was instantly formed on Mindy’s face since Maya loved to challenge her, even when they were children, they could bicker for hours (especially when Mindy had one of her bright adventurous ideas) until one of the two would crack. Most of the time Maya had lack of energy to keep up with Mindy but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hold her own for awhile.

Yet she still ended up here, laying out on the docks, arms up and shielding the sun from completely burning that face of hers, while she allowed the rest of the sun to add to the redness undertone of her melanin. Maya knew she could fall asleep out here, hearing the light splashing from Tara as she sneakily tried to tip Sam over from the floaty.

The birds were chirping away and she could hear the motor of a boat not too far away in the distance of the lake. It was soothing enough, don’t get Maya wrong but she preferred to be somewhere underneath the AC but Mindy and her new fling, Kendra ruined that in one of the bedrooms.

So she was out here, ignoring Chad who also managed to get out of the house minutes before Maya witnessed the horrors of his twin’s actions, long limbs stretched out on the trampoline that his legs where hanging off the circular springboard, phone lightly held up to his sunglasses covered eyes.

“Hey Bigfoot, need some sunscreen for those legs!?” Maya called out to Chad on her why by, his head lolling to watch her.

Chad responds, “Haha, I forgot how unfunny you are.”

“What?” Maya holds her arms out as she walks backwards to the water, “I’d sell out comedy shows.”

Chad is sitting up on his elbows now, “More like you’ll need a hazmat suit for the tomatoes heading straight your way, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Okay,” Chad smirks, “whatever you want, honey.”

With a roll of her eyes, Maya flicks her own sunglasses back over her brown hues and spins around to continue back in her path. It had been about forty-five minutes since Maya decided to give Mindy and Kendra their space by dipping her feet into the water, actually taking a swim with Tara and Sam—although she hated big bodies of water, she’ll be a dead bitch swimming if she didn’t insist on Chad teaching her how to better swim, weeks before they came out here, unknowing that she would be forced to attend.

Of course that didn’t really matter since there was a tragedy that surrounded Maya’s slight fear of water. Long story short: she watched her dad drown at the beach when she was like nine, right after he was testing her swimming abilities after he taught her in a community pool back home. She got out of the island water once it started to drizzle and sat down next to her mom to have some sandwiches until a typhoon hit, killing him and seven others that were still in the water.

Which is why she probably spent maybe only five minutes in the water with Tara and Sam before she got back on the dock to soak up the sun, like her dear friend Mindy wanted.

A clapping sound echoed through the air, waking Maya from her approaching slumber. She tucked her chin to see Tara rubbing at her neck with all eyes on her.

“You okay, girl?” Maya asks the doe eyed twenty-one year old.

Tara nods, “yeah, just a stupid bug.”

Maya nods before resting back on her towel, staring up at the sky with purple clouds, which was a nice contrast of the rising summer to what you’re typically used to seeing. This also meant the evening would be around in a few hours or so.

“Ow! Fuck this.”

Maya hears, she pulls her head back, eyeing Chad upside down, who is scrambling off the trampoline, shoving his feet into his sandals before beginning to trudge up the incline towards the home.

A laugh bubbles in her throat just as she hears the same from the girls in the water.

Sam comments with her own head thrown back, hair tossed up into a bun, floating around with her arms out wide, “Weak pain tolerance.”

Which wasn’t necessarily true considering how much they’ve been tossed around and stabbed! But it was always a little fun to pick at each other from time to time, that’s what friends do.

Come on people, it’s satire!

“Oh is that what you’re into?”

“Shut up, Tara.”

A buzzing sound is dangerously close to Maya’s ear that she flinches once she actually feels the insect touch her skin. She swatting at her ear in annoyance and just hopes it didn’t make its way down into her eardrum and decide to lay eggs on her brain or anything like that. Bugs didn’t bother her too much, she was one of those kids that had a ant farm and happily wrote that she wanted to be a Entomologist when she got older—despite the kids that gave her shit for it.

She wasn’t a fan of people who had a lot to say about her character without spending the time to get to know her. Maya wasn’t much of a shit-talker, only to Chad of course! But most of time she liked to keep to herself and not pay anyone any mind. It wasn’t until a nine year old Mindy walked straight up to her in fifth grade to sit right beside her, forcing her twin brother Chad to sit on the other side of Maya since the spot next to Mindy was already filled.

The Meeks-Martin twins made the fifth grade survivable and Maya was always grateful for their friendship. Even when Chad started acting like a butt-hole once he made the team sophomore year. Then he started dating Liv—you know what? You probably don’t want to hear all that, just know that no matter what, if the earth suddenly collapsed and the apocalypse was officially here and if ghostface decided to appear from the shadows again, nothing would really keep Maya from being friends with Mindy or Chad.

They were locked in, just like a insect on your ass. That was probably the worse analogy so maybe white on rice was better? Unless you burn your rice! You get it though, neither of the trio planned on ending their friendships in the long run. They planned to get old together with all the fight they have instilled in them.

Back to the point…what was the point?

Oh yeah, this.

A clap to Maya’s skin, had her sitting up now. Her knee cap is stinging and it must have been loud enough since the chatter between the two siblings in the water has them eyeing her now.

“You good over there?” Sam asks but that burning sensation on Maya’s skin was not pleasant.

Could it be that she just just slapped herself too hard? She thought the latter as a ring of a welt immediately began to form on her skin. Was this some sort of allergic reaction? Not likely but a smidge possible since her mother became a worry wart after Maya’s father passed so they knew most of what she was allergic to. Mrs. Evans eventually was diagnosed with hypochondriasis after being forced to seek help from her nurse maternal grandmother, who ended up taking Maya underneath her wing for a few months in her late elementary years then again from the sixth to seventh grade.

You know, good ‘ol tragedy always has something to say and of course Maya hated that.

Maya seemed to zone out for a bit, making Sam sit up in the floaty, sending a look to Tara who was already swimming her way over to the braided girl.

“Maya.” Tara gently said, reaching a careful hand out to her.

The welt was formed into a circle, almost like a stab wound she was used to seeing not only on herself but also her friends. It was the clapping that brought Maya out of her daze, blinking rapidly as she felt her eyelashes become moist.

The sound came from Sam who scrunched up her face and flicked her hands about, “Got that bastard! Ugh don’t tell me the bugs are gonna be bad out here.”

They’ve only been out here for a full day now, the group getting here late last night and scurried off to their rooms for a good nights rest. The afternoon settled on them all quite quickly and they’ve all been fine not seeing the bugs…until now.

Tara asks after turning her gaze away from Sam, “Hey, are you okay? We sorta lost you for a second there.”

“I’m fine.” Maya mutters, glancing at the mark once more but it doesn’t seem like she believes that herself.

Tara doesn’t but dips her head while she scoops her damp bangs further away from her forehead. Her eyes briefly follow Maya’s rising anxiety filled eyes towards her knee and Tara doesn’t realize she’s getting closer to peer at the mark as well.

“Shit, that looks like it hurts.” Slips out of her mouth before she registers it.

Maya blinks, looking back at Tara who meets her stare, “so you see it too?”

“Yeah I see it, it’s hard not to miss. Are you sure you’re okay? And no bullshit, be honest with me.” Tara’s tone is firm but cautious, knowing how it felt to be constantly questioned when you’re not a hundred percent sure what was happening in the first place.

Maya also slips, “like you being honest about you and Chad?”

“What?” Tara frowns.

Maya chews down on her bottom lip, “It’s nothing. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Yeah right,” Tara scoffs, “maybe it’s the sun getting to your head.”

“Or maybe it’s these fucking mosquitoes!” Maya finds herself erupting a bit as she scratches at the back of her neck now.

Tara watches Maya curiously as the twenty-one year old starts to look around. She doesn’t say anything yet as Maya snatches her shorts to the right of her and pushes up to stand.

“Maya—

Tara starts but Maya is grabbing her towel and holds up a hand, “I’m gonna head in,” she stares out into the scenery of the water and trees, “and maybe you and Sam should too.”

And Tara watches Maya almost jog off the dock and away from what was troubling her.

“Sam,” Tara calls out as she watches Maya disappear into the house, ready to tell her sister that something was up.

Back inside the much cooler home, Maya still can’t find the relief in that as she rummages through the fridge, mumbling to herself until she yells, “where’s the fucking ice in this house?!”

“Whoa, hey. What’s going on?”

Maya doesn’t answer Chad as she’s now scratching at her thigh and slams the fridge shut.

“I thought you said this fridge had a awesome ice maker inside of it, how awesome is it if there’s no ice?!” Maya mocks and yells at Chad who carefully places his phone on the counter.

Mindy strolls into the kitchen all grins and full of after glow as she says, “What’s up, pretty people? Not you Chad.”

“Nice, Mindy. Real nice.” Chad is sarcastic before they turn their attention back to Maya who is now holding her forehead.

Mindy shushes the taller male as she asks, “what’s the matter?”

“There’s no fucking ice!”

“Whoa! That tone was a lot,” Mindy informs Maya who begins pacing now, “there’s some in cooler on the floor next to the counter on the left there. I forgot to turn on the ice maker this morning so we have to wait a few more hours before the ice really starts to kick in.”

However Maya doesn’t even go to the mentioned cooler with wheels, she’s still pacing and rubbing at her hive covered thighs.

Mindy side eyes Chad, “what happened while Kendra and I were inside?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Chad lifts his shoulders, “I swear.”

Kendra huffs before she bites into a pear she plucks off the bowl on the counter, “Well something happened because she’s acting very r-word right now.”

Mindy and Chad both hardened their stares at Mindy’s new lover.

Mindy is quick to move herself from the brown skinned girl with Mother Nature braids, “The fuck did you just say?”

“Yeah hell no, you might as well pack your bags. If you thought you were welcomed before, you’re definitely not now.” Chad stands up straight as Kendra looks puzzled at their reactions.

“What did I say?”

“You know exactly what you said,” Chad glares, “and the way you felt so comfortable to just say that, shows you’re problematic.”

“Absolutely disgusting. I can’t believe I let you eat—

Chad gags, “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“Whatever, clearly you guys aren’t my kind of people and take things too seriously.” Kendra replies as she peeks over at Maya, “Good luck with that over there.”

Mindy starts charging at the shorter girl who is walking away but Chad yanks Mindy back by her shirt telling her, “she’s not worth it and I been told you she’s not the one.”

She yanks herself away from Chad and sighs, “I know and she’s long forgotten and won’t be mentioned ever again, got it?”

“Deal.”

They both shake on that before they turn back to Maya who seems to be zoning out again. Chad rests his hands on the counter and gently says, “Maya babe, tell us what’s wrong so we can help.”

“Didn’t I say to not call me that, Prince Chad?” Maya also bites, knowing that nickname actually irritated her friend just as much as “babe” irritated Maya.

A twitch of smile threatens to appear on Chad’s lips but he holds back because of the jab she also just threw at him.

“Well how else am I supposed to get your attention if you’re not communicating with us, Hm?” Chad rests his cheek into his balled up fist.

Maya rolls her eyes again, “by shutting up and letting me think.”

“You might be doing too much of that, sis.” Mindy remarks with a sigh.

A small silence hits the kitchen but Maya picks up on what’s behind it. That buzzing sound that makes her itch at her aggravated knee and a clapping sound made by Mindy makes her zero in on the attack.

“What’d you do that for?!” Chad rubs at his bare shoulder while Mindy scrunches up her nose, before moving around to wash her hands.

Mindy says over her shoulder, “there was a mosquito ready to take your blood and I handled it. You’re welcome!”

“I think it might already have,” Chad answers, pinching at his skin and Maya can see from where she stands that his skin was swelling and turning pink.

They’ve all had lots of scars on their bodies due to growth and of course the trauma of running for their lives but this felt different and Maya wasn’t sure how to explain that. It’s like the feeling deep in your gut that’s aching and rolling like the waves of a storm in the sea, hinting at you that something was wrong.

Although, Maya seemed to be the only one feeling like this and was beginning to wonder if that was just her own mother’s worries running through her blood. Normally that wouldn’t be…so why was now dissimilar?

“Hey, whatever is it I’m sure we can figure it out.” Maya hears Chad saying to her, he’s standing in front of her now, back leaning against the counter with one hand reaching out to caress a thumb against the inside of her wrist.

It was one of the sensations that seemed to calm her down; especially back when they were kids. He hasn’t done that in awhile but it seems to battle against the nagging itch she’s feeling.

Mindy’s usually the quick thinker out of three, also the out-loud thinker when it comes to it. There’s no such thing as only thinking to yourself when it comes to Mindy Meeks-Martin. When she faces the two, Chad seems to let go of Maya’s wrist and she turns to exit the kitchen; pass the kitchen table and towards the window by the front door.

“Okay you guys were outside, I was inside having a grand time, there we no screams—well—that you guys are aware of but most of you were in the water. Were you in the water, Chad?”

“Nah, wasn’t really feeling it today.”

“So that leaves Sam, tara, and Maya. They were definitely in the water so that means they probably have the answers to why Maya’s like this, since it seems like we’re not gonna get any answers from her just yet.” Mindy thought out loud while Chad just shrugged his shoulders, still clueless and wincing at the pain and slight itch in his own shoulder.

Maya jumped as the door-bell sounded, making the twins share a look.

“It’s probably Sam and Tara.” Chad suggests as Maya looks over at them.

Maya is chewing on her bottom lip again, “Why would they come to the front when they can use the back door?”

“It automatically locks behind you if you close the door a certain way…pop-pop still didn’t fix it I’m guessing. And since you were the last to come in…you may have fully closed it.”

“We don’t know that for sure,” Mindy warned as Chad shook his head at the girl.

“Mindy, don’t start.”

“I’m just saying! Maya’s having a moment and now the doorbell rings? It can’t just be a coincidence.”

“Things have been normal for months now, stop it before you make things worse.” Chad hissed at Mindy, sending a reassuring smile to Maya who exhaled.

“It’s okay, you can let them in Maya.”

“I’m not touching that door,” Maya states as there’s now a knocking at the door.

Mindy looks at Chad who’s now scrolling away on his phone and she reaches over to slap his phone from his hands.

The phone clatters onto the floor.

“Hey, what the hell!?”

“The right thing to do is reveal who’s at the door but you can’t send a man to do a woman’s job, obviously.” Mindy scowls as she brushed by her brother, taking her time as she steps towards Maya who can’t see through the window who’s at the door, so she takes a step back.

Chad scoffs, “I’m not gonna lie, that’s offensive.”

Maya shakes her head as Mindy picks up the golf club that’s sitting in the umbrella holder by the door, “the right thing to do is get the fuck away from the door.”

Unbeknownst to Maya and Mindy, Chad is approaching them now as Mindy slowly unlocks the door, breathing increasing, “None of the phones rung so we should be okay, right? Right!”

Mindy coached herself as she flings open the door with a roar, making Maya hold her breath again, just for Mindy to slowly lower the golf club.

“Oh it’s just Alex, the guy I told you about, Maya.” Mindy calls over her shoulder, but keeps a steady eye on the tall guy at the door.

He shows a dimpled smile, light stubble on his face, dark blue eyes, thick curly hair tied back, nice cheekbones—basically he looked like a model.

Chad didn’t like this guy and wasn’t sure why he was here in the first place.

“Hi,” Alex smiles at Mindy which she returns before his expression turns serious as he yells out, “Hey!”

That’s when both Maya and Mindy turn to see Chad red-handed. Something flies away from Maya’s direction and out the front door, Maya hears it but doesn’t focus on it as they’re all eyeing Chad now.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Were you about to smack me over the head? With a skillet?!” Maya eyes the heavy item that Chad finally starts to lower.

Mindy frowns, “Fuck is wrong with you dude?”

“There was a mosquito!” Chad tries to defend but Maya is heading through the kitchen and down the hall.

Mindy tells as she waves Alex inside, “A skillet though? On Maya? Not your best thinking.”

“Yeah, seems pretty violent if you ask me.” Alex adds as Chad tightens his eyes at him.

“Well nobody is asking you, Aaron Taylor Johnson.”

Alex raises his brows, “you know he’s actually playing in the new kraven movie that’s coming out?”

“I don’t care.” Chad widened his eyes and lifts his shoulders before also leaving Alex behind with Mindy.

Mindy apologetically smiles as she welcomes Alex to place the food he brought with him on the kitchen table, “You remember my idiot brother, Chad and the one trying to get away from him, is Maya.”

“Is now a bad time to be here?”

“Only if you didn’t see my shameful fling leave on your way over.” Mindy jokes with a light punch to Alex’s shoulder.

Chad is leaning in the doorway as Maya flops herself back onto her bed for the weekend. It’s usually the room his parents stayed in when they would all come out here in the winter. He’s quiet as he folds his arms, picking up on the profile of his old friend, seeing specs of freckles from the sun lingering on her cheeks, her low-set eyes, and the slope of her nose…

“Maya,” Chad calls out but she’s still staring up at the ceiling, curly braids spread out around her.

Now he’s jumping on the bed and Maya is floating up in the air but before she can collide with the ground, Chad is full of laughs before he loops a arm underneath her stomach to stop her from completely falling off the bed.

“Why are you like this?” Maya groans as Chad pulls her upright.

He’s still smiling then, “why would I be anything else?…I hope I didn’t break the bed.”

He’s shifting on it now, testing it for any new and odd sounding creaks, “Nope, I think you’re good.”

If she wasn’t, she would definitely be finding a spot in Mindy’s room or kicking Chad from the best sectional in the house, which happened to be in the basement—surprisingly.

“Are you ready to talk about what’s bothering you…or do you need more time?” Chad asks, while Maya rolls her neck around to release some tension.

Maya swallows, “I’m just being silly and it was probably just my imagination.”

Chad hums, “maybe, maybe not. But if you have doubts, you can always talk to me. Or Mindy but preferably me first, you know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Maya gives a soft smile, “See? All better.”

“I can’t say I believe that, babe.” Chad tells Maya who rolls a glare his way, “but in due time you’ll let us in?”

She nods.

“Okay! Now that that is placed on hold for now, wanna walk on the boardwalk with me?” Chad pokes Maya who slaps his hand away.

“No.”

He shakes his hand out, “Ow, that kinda hurt.”

Maya raises a brow, “You didn’t see that mosquito just then?”

It’s Chad’s turn to roll his eyes, “I see how it is.”

“Uh huh.” She grins with teeth, allowing Chad to see the small gap in her front two teeth that he found cute, remembering that it was much bigger when they were kids but it started to close up as they got older but the minor detail was still there.

Still Maya.

“So…c’mon vámonos!”

“I’d rather stay here than go be around other people and you for the rest of the night.”

Chad sighed, “that was mean and this fake dislike you have in your heart for me is getting old, Maya Papaya.”

“When you say things like that, kinda makes it easy for me.” Maya leans towards him with a satisfied grin.

Chad stares down at Maya and presses his forehead against her’s, “you’re a bad liar.”

Maya’s staring back at Chad with his eyes on her and now she’s finding it hard to breathe, this must be what Tara feels being asthmatic and all but surely much worse. There was no denying that Maya had love for Chad, he’s always been in her life and he was the one she didn’t mind talking shit to.

In fact he was one of her favorite people.

“And there’s no way in hell we’re leaving anybody behind here! That’s rule number one and you know that.” Mindy’s voice interrupts, making Maya pull back.

Chad sighs in disappointment as he looks at his sister, “well I wasn’t inviting everybody.”

“Oh,” Mindy places her hand on her chest in mock offense, “Didn’t you say vámonos? I thought exclusion was also off the table when it came to us monster inc?”

“It is but we don’t need the bozo with the manbun tagging along either.” Chad told as Mindy smirks.

“But he and Maya didn’t get to spend any time together.” She pouts.

“Good,” Chad scoffs while Maya tilts her head to the side, “he seems more like Sam’s type anyway.”

“Not for you to decide my twin!”

Mindy is all finger-guns and Chad is all annoyance.

“And it’s not up for you to decide to be match-maker, that is what you’re doing isn’t it?”

“Is it?” Mindy has a knowing smirk on her face, arms crossed.

Maya jumps up, “alright enough! You two are giving me a headache, let’s go to this dumb boardwalk already.”

“That’s the spirit, Maya!” Mindy grips her shoulders with a light shake as she tries to squeeze out of Mindy’s way, braids all in her face now.

Once Maya is out of sight, Mindy turns back to Chad who is now pushing off the bed with a exhale and sends his sister a middle finger who just laughs at his expense.

July’s on the boardwalk were muggy but at least there was a hint of a breeze as the night fell. Alex and Sam are leading the way, sharing small chatter while Mindy and Tara are in the middle laughing about something over cotton candy, leaving Maya and Chad behind. The boardwalk is full of noise and various of colorful lights shining through the dark skies.

“Remember when you fell trying to get this grasshopper out of Mindy’s hair in the sixth grade?” Chad brought up while Maya peeked over at him.

“I was actually trying to forget it,” Maya says, “I was the one who ended up getting in trouble in gym class over it. Just for helping out a friend, during that awful PACER test, like how does that make sense?!”

“It also didn’t help that you stepped on Jackson Horne’s stomach during it, knowing that was Mr. Sapo’s nephew.”

“He sucked too.”

“I actually didn’t mind him.”

“That because you hung out with douchebags, you weenie.”

“You’re the weenie!” Chad yanked Maya underneath his arm, ready to give her a noogie but she pinched his side, making him yelp.

Maya fans herself after getting out of hold, “I didn’t see you trying to search and get the grasshopper out.”

“She was running all over the place and why would I ever? you’re the bug lover.”

The itch was slowly starting again, “was.”

A hush falls between the two but the comfort of Chad beside Maya is all she seems to need, to not worry about that hunch that’s still sitting in her gut.

“You ever think about—

Maya starts but feels her phone buzzing from her back pocket. She stops in the middle of the boardwalk with Chad turning to her but watching the many faces that are finding their enjoyment in the summer boardwalk.

“Hey ma,” Maya starts as she meets Chad’s eyes who softly smiles.

“Hi Mrs. Evans! Maya’s safe and having fun, don’t worry!” He yells with enthusiasm, his forehead brushing against Maya’s again as he talks into the receiver.

Maya lightly shoves Chad away, his body containing too much heat, pressed a finger to her other ear and blocking out the noise while Chad laughs, “Sorry mom, what did you say?”

She’s walking a bit away from Chad now.

“I said, is this Maureen Evans?” The familiar nasal but scratchy voice says, “Oh my mistake, that Maureen is also in the ground somewhere. Now it’s my turn to make sure another Evans gets gutted from the inside out next! Those mosquitoes won’t even compare to what I’m about to do to you. So! Maya Evans, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

Took them long enough.

Maya’s eyes are searching the boardwalk now but of course everyone looks sane. Unconsciously she’s scratching at her knee cap and her breathing becomes labored with her eyelashes stinging with tears.

Maureen Evans was her twenty-two year old older cousin that she didn’t get the chance to meet. Her father often told her some stories about his niece and her dreams to be in the medical field, wanting to build artificial organs since she couldn’t stand gore (something Maya and Maureen strongly had in common) and wanted to figure out what medical problems someone may have. Maya was always told that Maureen had her head on straight and had a desire to help others when they couldn’t help themselves.

It’s a ignominy that no one helped her in her final moments.

“How long have you been watching?”

“Since last night! I honestly thought you and Pretty boy Chad would be sharing a bed but maybe he’s still interested in that little bitch Tara instead! How does that make you feel, Maya Papaya?” Ghostface quizzes.

“Fuck you!” Maya screams into her phone, causing a mother to shield her children’s ears from her outburst and others to stare but continuing carrying on in their New York glory.

“Maya?” Chad is making his way over to her now, trying to get through a sea of people.

“Wait! Before you hang up, you still didn’t answer my question.”

“And I’m not going to, you fucking nut bag.”

With that she ends the call and turns to Chad who grips her forearms. “What is it, Maya?”

“That was ghostface. I was right! They’re back.”

“No way.” Chad pulls Maya into his arms, also looking around above her head before he turns back in the direction they were going, up ahead he can see the group who carried on without them. With one hand he cups one hand to his mouth to call out to them, “Mindy! Tara! Sam!”

They don’t hear him.

“Call them.”

Chad fishes through his pocket, just to find his phone dead like they all might be, yet again. He takes the liberty of grabbing Maya’s phone and tells Siri to call Mindy as they disappear through the crowd.

The phone rings for what feels like forever until it finally picks up, “Hello Prince Chad! Isn’t it a lovely night to stroll the boardwalk and die?”

With that, Chad slips his fingers through Maya’s and tugs her along as they began running through the crowd, “who is this?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“I swear on uncle Randy’s soul, if this is that ponytail wearing fuck—

“Oh please Chad, wouldn’t that be too obvious? You’ve got to be smarter than that, or maybe I give you too much credit for having more than half a brain cell.”

“Just wait until I get my hands on you.” Chad laughs, still running.

“Not unless I get to you first.”

And the call drops just as Chad and Maya make their way to the group, who’s lingering by a Photo Booth that’s outside of the slingshot ride.

“There you two are,” Tara smiles at them but it quickly falters once she sees the expression on her friends faces, “what happened?”

“Ghostface has your phone.” Chad breathes as he looks at Mindy who pats her pockets.

“I don’t think I brought it with me in the first place.”

Maya questions, “Where’s Sam and Alex?”

Tara looks up at the ride behind them and gulps before they all take off to the operator of the ride.

“I never trusted this guy and his ugly ass hair!” Chad points at the air as he expresses to Mindy while Tara is arguing with the teen that’s operating the ride.

Mindy shifts on her feet, “We don’t even know for sure it’s him.”

“We also don’t know he’s not the killer.” Maya announces.

Mindy queries, “Well what did ghostface say?”

Maya gives Mindy the run down while Chad goes to help Tara get the kid to turn the machine off. Mindy is intently listening to everything Maya tells her and hums as actual frightened screams fill the ride. It takes minutes for the kid to slam on the big red button to stop the ride.

Mindy takes Maya’s hand and together they quickly walk to the outside of the gate, in front of them stands Chad and Tara. They all stare up at the ride that’s halted in the middle, where they see Sam lifting her head, face full of tears as specs of blood are on her cheek and with a very dead Alex slumped over beside her, blood running down the base of the ride with his insides exposed to the public.

Soft music plays in the background as the bloody scene burns into their brains:

…There's a battle ahead

Many battles are lost

But you'll never see the end of the road…

“Get me the fuck off!” Sam screams, legs swinging as others continue screaming and a crowd begins to form, some even taking pictures.

Maya feels the urge to empty her stomach but the shock freezes it in place for now. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to seeing dead bodies in front of her.

Hey now, hey now

Don't dream it's over

Hey now, hey now

Tara, Chad, Mindy and Maya all share a look of pure terror as Sam’s screams stand out to them, while the realization of everything was starting over again for the third time.

When the world comes in

They come, they come

One things for sure that they all knew, they weren’t going back to the fucking Meeks lake house tonight, that’s for sure and certain.

To build a wall between us

We know they won't win…

Maya pulls her hand away from Mindy’s the longer she stares at Alex’s body and finds the nearest trash can to up chuck into. After a couple of dry heaves afterwards, she used the back of her hand to wipe at her mouth and stands up straight just as a hand touches the small of her back.

Her elbows instantly want to go flying but she knows the touch belongs to Chad as the sound of fireworks blast through the air. They both stare up into the sky as it tosses blue and red sparks into the air, signaling freedom.

Would they ever be?

┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙

Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#scream #scream vi #scream 2022 #scream 2023 #scream v #chad meeks martin #Chad Meeks #chad meeks x reader #chad Meeks martin x reader #mason gooding #summer prompts #queued #Mindy Meeks #mindy meeks martin #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #Morgana van peebles #Andrew spach #Maureen Evans #scream 2 #jenna ortega #jasmin savoy brown #melissa barrera

[camels-pen]

livin' two lives is a little weird

Summary:

Sam and Tucker had no manners. No manners at all.

Danny couldn't really argue with the outcome though.

based on @ectoblastfromthepast's prompt "Everyone knows Danny is Phantom. But they don't know about his *other* double life."

Ao3 Link | Haunted Harry series

“Do I have to do this?”

“Nope.”

“Wait, really?”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Ember grinned. “But if you chicken out and don’t go through with this, I’ll tell Plasmius who really dyed his cats hot pink.”

Danny groaned.

---

“Hey guys, wanna listen to”—she pulled out a CD in a blank case from her bag—“the new Haunted Harry song?”

“What? There’s a new one?”

“Yup, he debuted it at his last concert.” She flipped the case around. The back had Wilted Willows written in scribbly black sharpie.

“Man, I shoulda been there for that,” Tucker grumbled. “Being grounded blows.”

“Shouldn’t have gotten caught sneaking out last time then.”

“I wouldn’t have if you actually brought your rope ladder with you when you came to pick me up.”

“I thought you had it handled.” Sam rolled her eyes. “And who just brings a rope ladder with them everywhere they go?”

Tucker nudged the front of her backpack with his shoe. “You carry a bat in your bag all the time.”

“Yeah, but I need that.”

“For what?”

“Stuff.”

It was Tucker’s turn to roll his eyes. “Very descriptive and not suspicious at all.”

“You know, you’re getting angry with the wrong person.” She bumped shoulders with Danny. “If he’d agreed to show up, he could’ve just flown you to the venue without anyone noticing.”

“I told you guys, I was busy.” Danny walked a little ahead of them, carefully not looking at the CD still in Sam’s hand. “And I’ve heard the guy’s songs. They’re not that great.”

“‘Not that great’? He’s better than Ember!” Tucker yelled.

“Tucker, she mind controlled you.”

“That’s why he’s better!” Tucker pointed at him. “And why you should come to his next show! You’ll love it, D!” 

He looked to Sam for help, but she shook her head. “Harry’s music is really good and his genre is the kind you’d love.”

Danny groaned. “I’ll think about it, okay? But don’t get your hopes up.”

“Here,”—Sam held out the CD to him—“I’ve already listened to this album a dozen times. You can borrow it for a while. I know you’re gonna love it.”

Danny held up his hands. “I really don’t need—”

“I insist.”

“Seriously, I’d rather not—”

Sam shoved it into his chest. “Just take it.”

“Oh, do you hear that?” Danny put a hand to his ear. Sam furrowed her brows. “Sounds like a ghost attack somewhere far far away. I better get going, see ya!” He ducked behind Tucker, transformed and flew off. 

In the distance he heard Tucker say, “Ember’s songs still slap by the way!”

---

“Hey, y’know? I think I’m starting to like this.”

“Told ya, you would!”

“No, you said ‘it’ll be funny watching you flail around’ and ‘I hope your voice cracks when you’re on stage’.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

---

“...thought I heard Ember back here,” someone’s faint voice drifted down through the vents. It was slightly distorted by the metal and the echoing, but it was familiar in some way.

Danny wasn’t really focused on that though. He was more wondering what kind of “fans” managed to A) realize Ember was helping out with setting up the stage for the show, and B) were so desperate to meet her that they were crawling through the vents.

“Oh can it, you just want to meet Haunted Harry,” another voice said.

“You can’t prove anything.” 

Well, that was. Mildly better. 

Danny turned invisible in his spot at the vanity. There, now he could just wait for them to show up, find nothing, and eventually leave. Hopefully Ember wouldn’t come back to check on him for a while.

The familiar bickering started to get a bit louder and Danny started to realize just who the people were that were arguing in the vents.

He wanted to say he expected better of them, but he couldn’t deny that he’d probably do the same.

“How are we supposed to get through this?”

“Move up, I’ll kick it open.”

Danny watched with no small amount of amusement as there was a loud bang and Sam and Tucker fell through the grate in a heap. 

“Ugh, why’d the floor have to be concrete.” Tucker groaned. 

“Get off.” Sam shoved Tucker off her. “Hurry up and look around, someone might’ve heard us.”

The two practically ransacked Danny’s dressing room. Did they not care about the stuff they’d leave behind for people to clean up? Danny was ashamed of them and not just because it was his dressing room they were messing around with, nor because he’d eventually have to clean up himself. He was just plain ashamed.

They really need to learn some manners.

“Who said that?” Sam asked. Fuck, did he say that out loud?

“Uhh, no one,” he answered, purposefully making his voice deeper.

Sam pulled out the bat from her bag—and of course it was the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick; he really needed to tell Jazz not to lend that out so frequently—and poised herself right in front of the vanity, her gaze a little too far up and to the right of him. “Alright, you can come out quietly or I can swing until I hit ectoplasm.”

“Wait, wait!” Danny turned himself visible and waved his hands. “Chill, it’s just me!” 

“Wh—Danny? Why are you—?” Tucker gasped. “You’re Haunted Harry?!” Oh fuck, he forgot he was still wearing his getup.

Danny gave a nervous laugh. “What? Me? No. I was just, uh, looking for Ember! Same as you guys.” Haha nailed it. Secondary secret identity saved.

“Then why the hell are you wearing Haunted Harry’s costume?” Sam asked. “And wearing the exact makeup he does?”

Fuck. Uhhh. “I’m undercover.”

“Why would you need to be undercover?”

Danny crossed his arms. “How else would I get back here to look for Ember?”

“Ghost powers!” Sam and Tucker shouted, with Sam staring at him unimpressed while Tucker pulled at his short hair.

“You guys are losing it. I mean, what does Haunted Harry even look like?” Wait, no. That’s not what he meant to say. “How do you know I’m wearing the exact thing he does? I heard he changes costumes all the time.” Yeah yeah. That should throw them off. 

“Which is true except you’re wearing his original costume!” Tucker grabbed the lapels of Danny’s jacket and shook him. “The one no one’s been able to replicate properly!” 

Shit. Had no one been able to figure out how to make an entire outfit glow yet? Shit shit shit. This was gonna be harder than he thought. He did his best attempt at looking confused and pitying. “Didn’t you say he’s only been around a few months? Give the fans and dedicated cosplayers a little more faith, Tuck.” The boy looked a bit put out at Danny’s words and mumbled something about having plenty of faith, but not enough glow in the dark paint. Danny patted his shoulder in sympathy.

Okay, perfect. He could still get out of this scot-free. Just one more person to convince.

“Sam—”

“You’re not convincing me otherwise, Danny.”

“It’s not ‘convincing’ if I’m totally telling the truth!”

Sam counted off on her fingers. “The sparkly white jacket. The long black tie. The fingerless gloves. Not to mention your killer eye shadow.” She crossed her arms. “You’re definitely Haunted Harry.”

“And you didn’t tell us! Us!” Tucker said, incensed as he got over his grumbling about cosplays. “Your best friends in the whole world who love your music and would literally die to meet you!”

“Yeah. Dick move, Danny,” Sam said, dumping several bottles of dark coloured nail polish into her bag as if Danny wasn’t looking straight at her. “We would’ve been supportive—”

“We woulda been so supportive! I mean, you’ve been doing this for, what? A few months? And you’re popular, but not that popular.” Tucker ranted, pacing around the room. “I coulda been your number 1 hype man! I coulda sold a bunch of backstage passes and autographed CDs to get us rich! I coulda—”

Danny slapped a hand over Tucker’s mouth. “Stop yelling at me. I only did this because I was blackmailed!”

Sam narrowed her eyes. “You were blackmailed into ‘impersonating’ a popular popstar?”

“No, I just had to—”

“Perform one song I wrote in under an hour in exchange for me keeping quiet on certain things he’s been getting up to in his spare time.” An unnaturally warm arm wrapped around his shoulders. “Ain’t that right, Dipstick?”

Fuck.

“So, it’s true?!” they both asked, sparkles in his eyes. 

“You weren’t even sure? After all that?”

Tucker shrugged. “The lights are really bright on stage and it’s not like we’ve seen Haunted Harry up close before.” Sam nodded her agreement.

Danny groaned loudly.

“So,”—Sam raised her brows—“How long have you really been doing this?”

“It was going to be just one show.” Danny dragged a hand down his face. “I honestly didn’t think it would go this long.”

“Kid took a real shine to it!” Ember said, laughing. “I was hoping to embarrass him, but instead I got myself a mentee!”

“Mentee…?” Tucker asked skeptically.

“Oh yeah, Harry here has been a real treat to train.” She ruffled his hair. Man, he just gelled that into place. “I’ve shown him a whole bunch of things and he’s been soaking up things like a sponge!”

Sam grabbed Danny’s shoulder and pulled him behind her and Tucker, who had brought out a Fenton Ecto-Gun out of nowhere. She readied her bat. “Alright, well it stops now.”

“What? Why?” Ember and Danny both asked.

“We know what you’re up to, Ember, and it’s not gonna work.” Tucker nudged Danny towards the door, whispering, “Don’t worry dude, we got it handled. You get out of here before her music mojo starts affecting you again.”

“You think she’s controlling me?” Danny asked, baffled. “To sing at a cafe every Thursday evening?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Guys, no. Ember’s not—”

“We can talk about it later when we’re far away from her.” Sam tightened her hand on the bat. “That isn’t going to be a problem, is it?” 

Ember watched them, an easy smile on her face. “Not at all, if you two want to drag your boyfriend away for a checkup, be my guest. He’s done for the night anyway.”

“Wh—But the encore!” Danny whined.

“I’ll cover you.” Danny pouted. “Oh, buck up. They’ll all be here next week. And it’ll give them something to talk about in the meantime.” She framed her hands in the air. “‘Up and coming popstar disappears before encore; seen running off with a boy and girl’ sounds like a pretty good headline to catch more attention for your shows, don’t you think?”

Danny felt a flush creep up his neck and he could see Sam and Tucker similarly suffering. “We’re not—I mean, like, it’s kinda complicated—and they don’t really—”

“A-Again, something to talk about later and not here,” Sam said pointedly. 

Tucker agreed, his shoulders up to his ears. “Yeah, uh, because I got a few things to say. Especially about—Oof.” Sam elbowed him in the gut. “Right, yeah, later.”

---

So, they left the venue. 

And, they talked on Sam’s huge bed. 

It was mostly Tucker and Sam realizing they were waiting for the other to ask Danny out and then both commiserating with each other when neither of them could do it. 

Danny was pretty stunned. 

“Why don’t we all just date each other?”

So now he was stunned with a boyfriend and girlfriend.

It would be pretty great if they didn’t still insist Ember was controlling him.

“The Danny I know would never be that good at asking people out.”

“Tuck, Ember was the one who started this whole conversation.”

“Exactly. She’s up to something.”

Danny sighed. “Sam, please. You’ve seen me under her control. You know I’d be more hopelessly lovesick than this.”

Sam hummed. “You have a point.” She lightly kicked his shin. “You really like singing, then? And she’s really been helping you?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m as surprised as you are. But when I got on stage for the first time—I don’t know, something just clicked.”

Tucker smiled. “Well, as long as you’re happy.”

“I am. I really am.” He felt a dopey grin spread on his face. “Almost as happy as I am that I’ve got two new partners now.” He felt a giddiness in his chest and covered his quickly warming face with a little squeal. “Holy fuck I am so fucking happy, I could kiss you guys.”

“Well?” 

He peeked out of his hands at Sam. “Well what?”

“What’s stopping you?”

He felt his face get infinitely warmer. “You can’t just say that!”

“Sure I can. If you’re too shy to go first though… Tucker?” Time seemed to slow as Danny watched Sam peck Tucker on the lips. Tucker was stiff as a board and She was beet red. “S-See? Nothing to it.”

“You’re blushing.”

“We’re all blushing.”

“And you guys are beautiful! I could watch you do that all day. Actually, I’d much rather do that instead of embarrassing myself, please continue.”

Tucker and Sam shared a look and they tackled Danny to the bed, littering his face with kisses. He sputtered and his arms flailed around for a moment before his nerves started to flutter away, carried by his laughter.

Once he’d really relaxed into the mattress, they stopped for a moment and shared another look, one that brought a deeper blush to both of their faces. 

He wasn’t quite sure what they were doing, still trying to catch his breath and giggling a bit, but it was very evident the moment Sam bent down for a more lingering kiss, her chapped lips pressed right on top of his own. 

He hardly had time to kiss back before Tucker took his turn, with lips a little more pursed, a little stiff.

It was perfect.

“I think I’ve been blessed by the Ancients,” Danny said, a warm, floaty feeling in his chest.

“Yeah,” Tucker said dreamily, his head in his hands.

Sam herself had a big smile on her face before it slipped away. “Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes. “What if the music Ember writes for you makes you mind control other people?”

Danny and Tucker both groaned. “Sam.”

#danny phantom #phic #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #nemo the writing ho #everlasting trio

[edwardnortonwhore]

Dmitri 'enzo' antonov x gn!reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral, slight praise kink if you squint, swearing.

Summary: after you escape from Russia and get back to America, you an dmitri have some celebrating to do.

Key:

малышка = babygirl

еще немного, и вы можете прийти." = just a little longer and you can come

Abc= Russian

The plane landed harshly in the middle of the field on the outskirts of Hawkins. It sent a jolt through the metal of the vehicle and you jumped at the sudden movement.

You had no idea who was flying the things but apparently it was one of Murrays strange friends. You were sat opposite Joyce and hopper, leaning your head against dmitris shoulder.

Murray was at the back of the plane with a bottle of vodka that he nicked from a sleeping guard hanging out of his mouth.

You, dmitri and hopper were still wearing your prisoners outfits. When you had escaped you had injured your arm so you had used your shirt as a tourniquet, leaving you in only your trousers so dmitri had given you his jacket.

"Woohoo, America!" Murray shouted. "Never thought I'd miss it but here we are." He laughed as he ran for the exit of the plane.

He was closely followed by Joyce and hopper, then you and dmitri.

Obviously, dmitri had never been ti America before and it was just warm so he just looked at you and spoke, in Russian,

"It's fucking warm here."

You laughed at his comment as he put his arm around your shoulder.

"I know. Fucking crazy."

Joyce was greeted by here children who had been flown Iver from california and el had never run faster in her life when she saw hopper.

You looked around hopefully fir your younger brother and smiled when his gaze met yours.

He ran up to you and hugged you, so did lucas as he was also like a brother too you.

Everyone had gathered round to stare at dmitri for obvious reasons and he looked at you for help.

"Uh, yeah, um. This is dmitri and he saved us and yeah." You laughed, not really sure what to say considering you hadn't seen any of the kids in a year.

"He's screwing you isn't he?" Dustin said randomly.

"DUSTIN!"

"Yep, he's screwing you. Anyways, what happened to you guys?"

This was where hopper took Iver before it got out of hand so you just leaned back into dmitris shoulder and closed your eyes.

When he had finished you were all bombarded with questions.

"Did u kill the demogorgon?"

"How did Joyce get there?"

"Why was dmitri helping you guys?

"I wouldn't!"

"Why don't you have a shirt on?"

"Does your face always look that bad?"

"Oh shut up dustbin. I want food."

"Me too." Joyce said. Last thing I ate was a jar of peanut butter.

"Yuris peanut butter is good!" A very drunk Murray shouted from beside her.

"Well, I'm going home to get changed first though beacuse Russian prison uniforms suck. You coming d?"

"Yep."

"Cya later dustbin."

"Y/N!" He shouted in annoyance.

You just laughed as you walked away hand in hand with your new love. Luckily your house ewasnt far away, a five minute walk so you got there fairly quick.

Hopper was going back to his cabin to get changed and everyone else was going back to Joyce's place to get food sorted.

You opened the door and breathed in the comfort of the apartment you hadn't stepped foor in for a long time.

You both walked in slowly and you headed to the fridge. The note was still there, the one you'd left exactly 15 months ago telling Dustin not to eat everything while his friends were round. When you opened the fridge door you found it empty, not expecting him to of listened.

You smiled to yourself before heading towards your bedroom.

"I missed my bed so fucking much!" You said as you jumped on it, messing it up completely.

Dmitri smiled at you, a look in his eye. It was a look if pure happiness and contemptment.

You smiled at him rolled of the bed, landing harder than you expected.

"Shit!" You said as you hit the cold floor but you got back up okay. You stood and opened the door of your wardrobe, rummaging through the racks of clothes to Tey and find something that would fit dmitri and something that would make you look less like a Russian prison escapee.

You found a pair of large jeans and a shirt that would fit dmitri, holding then over your arm as you reached for some other stuff.

You found a pair of black jeans that were rolled up at the bottom along with a rolling stones t-shirt you bought 4 years ago.

You flung them over your arm and tuned around.

"These should fi-" you went to say but his lips were already on yours, moving in sync like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

He put his hand on your cheek, moving the other to your waist as you let out a quiet moan into his mouth.

Your tounges were exploring eachother and all of a sudden you felt like a teenager again. He moved to lay you back on the bed and begun to kiss down your neck, removing his jacket from your shoulders.

He discarded the item of clothing somewhere on the floor and held your hands to either side of your head. You moaned again, louder this time when he found the sweet spot just behind your ear and attacked it ferociously with kisses.

You fought to remove his shirt as fast as possible, throwing it away with one hand and moving the other to undo his belt.

He did the same with yours and soon the only thing separating you was you underwear.

You kissed him again, from his lips, trailing down his jaw and his neck until you reached his chest, littering it with kisses and hickey and then coming back up to face him once more.

"Do you want this?" He asked you, looking into your eyes deeply.

"More than anything."

You replied and he let out a groan at your use of russian towards him. He found it undeniably sexy and begun to remove your underwear, sliding it down your legs in a painfully slow motion before throwing them on the floor and kissing up your bare thighs.

"Mmh, you're so beautiful малышка." He spoke against your legs, moving further up, closer and closer to your core.

He ran his tounge up your fold gently and you let out a loud moan at the contact. He begun to attack your clit with kisses, sucking at it and eating you out like a starved man. Which he was when you think about it.

You thrust your head back, thighs shaking in pleasure. Them, unexpectedly, dmitri pushed two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of you at a fast pace, curling them forward.

"Shit! Shit baby." You moaned loudly as a pleasure ran through your body. You let out a loud moan and tensed every muscle in your body.

You felt so close when all of a sudden he moved away from you, licking his lips and suckung his fingers before moving up to kiss you once more.

"I want to be inside of you when you come малышка."

He said seductively, sending a shiver down your spine and lighting a flame in your core.

He remixed his underwear and you were amazed to see how big he was. You knew he was big but this was a surprise you and you but your lip, laying back into the bed as he hovered over you.

His tip grazed over your core and you whimpered quietly at the touch.

"So wet for me baby. So beautiful." He whispered in your ear, kissing it before he thrust inside of you.

You screamed in pleasure and tilted you head back, arching your back slightly into the mattress.

His thrusts were slow at first but they sped up quickly and soon he was pounding into you like lightning, hitting every spot inside of you and edging you closer and closer to release.

"Fuck! Fuck dmitri! Yes!" You moaned as you wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to reach deeper inside of you.

It was like a haze of euphoria. He fit inside you perfectly and you moved in rhythm with eachother.

He let out a grunt, digging his head into the crook of your neck.

"Shit. Shit I'm close baby mmh." You let out a strangled sentence.

"Shh, just a bit longer baby. еще немного, и вы можете прийти." He breathed put, thrusting into you even harder. "You're doing so well."

You could feel him twitch inside of you and you knew he was close. You could feel the knot inside you about to burst and he whispered to you one more time.

"Come for me малышка." And you did. The amazing feeling off your long-needed orgasm washed over you as you screamed in pure ecstasy.

At this moment in time you could care less if the whole aortment block could hear you. It was just you and dmitri. You and the man you loved.

He came inside you, spilling into you as you ride out both of your orgasms.

"So, so beautiful малышка." He aid before pulling out from inside you, leaving the hot mess to run down your thighs as he went to the bathroom to grab a cloth.

He cleaned you up and helped you stand, grabbing the clothes from the floor. You both dressed quickly, heading out to your car which was somehow still in the parking lot and driving over to Joyce's place.

"If its anything to you, that was the best sex I've ever had."

#dmitri antonov x reader #enzo antonov x reader #enzo stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #smut #dmitri antonov smut

[contrastparadoxx]

Typical Girls Sleepover

Summary: Soliel and Daseos have a sleepover! Collab Drabble between myself and @byrdstrolls Art by Byrdstrolls Word Count: 2651

As soon as she saw the car pull up Soliel went flying down the steps, pulling her jacket fully on as she went. She skidded to a halt next to the already beginning to roll down the driver’s side window. The conversation inside did not halt, so the rust was able to catch the back end of it.

“-ake sure you have everyone’s phone numbers Daseos”

“I do! G-d!!! I lived on the streets for MONTHS, remember?” She insists.

“The streets are one thing, a fucking, highblood neighborhood is another-” Hanagi mutters, and then jumps several figurative feet in the air out of startlement as she notices she’s been cursing and talking about hemophobia in front of a child that’s not Daseos. “Hi Soliel” She says, leaning an elbow on the side of the car, so naturally. Nice save. 

Soliel chimed in, chirping in the manner often found with her “The closest neighbors are preeeetty far away no worries Doc” she beamed as the driver finally turned to look at her with a worried look etched into her face.

“Well thanks” The rustblood replies. “You seem particularly chipper”

“I get to spend the day with my best friend in all the universe! Of course I’m excited! Wanna see my horns I’ve been following your instructions to the letter I literally can not feel them right now totally numb” She tilted her head so the other could see the flat top of her horns, then reached up and tapped them “It’s weird actually knowing I should be able to feel them but can’t!” By this point, Daseos had gotten out of the car, holding her overnight bag carefully.

“Good, Das is gonna help you get the prosthetics on, not being able to feel your horns will make that easier. Be safe, both of you, and try to make sure you get SOME sleep.”

“You’re not my lusus!” Daseos insists, running over to hug her friend. 

“I’ll keep an eye on her doc” Soliel salutes over the hug to the adult. “I’ll make sure she sleeps” 

“You better” Hanagi mutters, sighing as she watches Daseos go, before finally driving off. Daseos turns to her, grinning. 

“I got everything we need” She says, pat patting her bag. 

Soliel grinned back “Great! I have things set up inside, we should wait till daybreak so everyone’s asleep, so uh… what do you want to do until then?” She started to lead her best friend into the massive mansion via a side door closer to her portion of it. “Maybe we can do my horn thing, and then hang out in the ball pit, uhm, if you want”

“YOU HAVE A BALL PIT‽” 

“Uhm, yeah! Erik got it for me after I lamented that they don’t make them big enough once you’re no longer a wriggler and also they’re disgusting and full of germs” she held the door open. “Once you help get my caps on I’ll show it to you! I also got us matching bathrobes and they’re made from this fabric that originates off-planet, the softest thing you’ve ever felt I promise.”

“Thanks” Daseos replies, feeling a persistent ever so slight guilt inside her, that of a girl not used to having rich friends and being given luxurious things.

The two fell into chatter that jumped topics several times, weaving through everything but aliens to empire politics though neither ever seemed lost by the flow. They headed into Soliel’s bathroom, where the rust settled down on the edge of her bathtub so Daseos could easily reach the top of her head.

“Hanagi says normally this would hurt a lot which I guess makes sense especially for you since your horns are weird-“ She starts. 

“Hey!” Soliel retorts. 

“It’s true! Weird is cool!! I wish MY horns could glow! Anyway hopefully they’re actually as numb as they seem you know because it would suck if you ended up in pain”

“Yeah true we have waaaaay too much going on later” Soliel giggled until a small bonk from Das reminded her to hold still. She went rigid, even her chest barely moving as she breathed in and out.

“Okay-” Daseos says, bracing herself. “This should be easy, but you might get a headache later as the extra weight settles in. Buuuuuuut” Das’ tongue stuck out a bit from the corner of her mouth as she messed with the horn caps “that should do it!” She grins holding up her friend's head to face the mirror. 

“Get the light!!” Soliel requests, kicking her feet in excitement. 

“RIGHT” Daseos says, flicking off the bathroom’s light switch, and then eyes widening in wonder as she looks at her friend’s prosthetics glowing faintly in the block. “Yooooooooo” The jadeblood whispers in an unexpected moment of barely contained excitement. 

Her friend sits up from the chair, laughing in child-like glee and spinning in circles, watching her horns in the mirror. 

“You’re gonna be the coolest medium in the world, you know that?” Daseos says. “She’s gonna come straight out of the afterlife and say those caps are SICK”

After twisting in the mirror a moment, the joy from seeing her horns complete for the first time since The Incident caused the rest of them begin to glow to match the caps. Soliel wiped the forming tears away, and turned to Daseos. “Okay I know I said we should wait until sunrise BUT no one bothers me over here and Erik’s probably busy anyway so what if we went and set up now.” She bounced on her toes a bit, then grabs her friend's arm and pulls her out the room and down the hall. “Come on, if it goes well we can put our robes on and watch a movie after!”

“What if it doesn’t go well?” Daseos jokes. “Can we still do that?” 

Her personal room had most things on the sides, with a lot of clear space in the middle other than a rug, which she pulled off to the side. “Of course we can but obviously how well it goes will dictate our movie choice, trust me I’m an expert” with the floor now clear, Soliel quickly got to work drawing on it.

“Right” Daseos says, nodding solemnly, she goes over and sets down her bag, pouring several items out of it. 

“Okay hand me everything you got to bring her here, based on what you’ve told me about her I uh-“ the rust took a moment to pull something out from behind a pillow on the nearby couch. It was a stuffed octopus “I finished fixing this guy up for her. Look! One of its tentacles even had to be patched with another color on the end because it was missing.” She gently set that in the circle.

“Yeah,” Daseos says. “She loved uh, sea animals” She says, honestly knowing close to nothing about Twitch. “And Ghost energy drinks” The jade says, referring to the brand and not the fact Twitch would be a ghost, setting a few inside the circle, “Mondes says her apartment was covered in them- and I got her five caegers” Daseos continues, dropping the bill in the circle, making a strange collection of sparse offerings. 

“She loved five caegers?” Soliel questions. 

“She was an evil fleet lady, of course she loved money!” Das insists. “And this stuff was all I could find in my hive” She adds, sheepishly. 

“That makes sense” Sol nods in agreement. “If it doesn’t work the first time we’ll go dig in the cushions of the BIG couch and see if we can find anything extra” as she settled comfortably. “Now, did you bring-“ a vague hand gesture to indicate what she meant was given.

“Th-thony” Daseos grins, setting down the money object in the center of the circle, the thing they were most sure Twitch had at least something of an emotional connection too. “I told Hanagi I needed him for a science project eheheh. She can’t say no to science.” 

That got a laugh. “Okay yeah that’s fair. Sorry Th-thony, I got some plant food for you as an apology for once this is over, that works for a plant right? Also that wasn’t a TOTAL lie this is kind of a science project, the project is uhm” she paused, trying to figure out how to word it.

“Necromancy” Daseos replies. “Ecology. Whatever” 

“Psychology maybe” she nods, then giggles 

“Definitely psychology!” Daseos laughs. “It’s Twitch.” 

“Alright, I’m ready when you are”

The jadeblood inhales, staring at the pile of assorted items. It was enough- it had to be. Strange that Twitch could have had such a lasting impact on every single one of them, yet when searching for material proof of who she was, what she even wanted, what she stood for- the tangible results are so depressingly meager. Newly determined to do her due diligence as a necromancer following Ailzea’s ask-first model, she looks her friend in the eye. 

“I’m ready,” She says. The tone of the night shifts ever so slightly, the girls taking on a somber air as the blinds moved just a bit in the wind. 

Soliel nodded in solemn understanding, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, putting her hands flat on the ground in front of her. Breath in, breath out, the room seems to fall colder. In, out, the very shadows start to shift and twist around her. In, out, the glow from her horns fades, but then she opens her eyes and the glow from them more than makes up for it. The uncovered one glows red, and purple light seeps out from under the eyepatch over the other. 

A thin pink line dances above Th-thony’s steam like a seam, slipping in and out of existence like a trail of smoke. Daseos watches it with wary trepidation and anticipation, glancing back and forth from Soliel to the plant. 

When the rust speaks, there’s an almost musical quality to it. “We want to speak to you, so please come forth.”

The pine line sparks suddenly, as if lashing out in a burst of emotion. And suddenly, the specter is there, flicking in the moonlight, seeming more star than girl in many ways, her tangible form volatile, but her mouth seems to find the grace to form words, the first thing to fall from her mouth is predictably bitter

“Ha Ha” The ghost of Twitch Monark says, staring down Daseos as if Soliel were not even there. “Why would you wanna talk to me?” She says. 

This seems to stump Daseos temporarily. She seems caught up in seeing the woman face to face for the first time since she had arrested Mondes outside that motel, trenches of old hurt she thought were long buried digging their way to the surface. 

“Because” she stumbles. “Can we bring you back to life?” 

“What?” She replies. 

“What?” Daseos says. 

“We want to bring you back to life!” Soliel says. “Is that okay?” 

“Okay?” Twitch says, looking through the pile of offerings. “First of all- not a thing you can do. Death is famously permanent” she mansplains. “Second, why would you do that?” 

“Me and my family have discussed it,” Daseos says solemnly. “And we want to give you another chance.” 

“Well now I KNOW you’re lying” Twitch replies. 

“I’m not!” Daseos insists. 

“The Cheongs aren’t idiots,” she says. 

“Yes they are!” The kid retorts. “I mean! No they’re not!” She corrects, tripping over her words. 

Soliel had to choke back laughter at that, clearing her throat instead.

“Exactly. So even if necromancy was real- big IF- they wouldn’t use it on me.” She says. 

“M’am I am literally sitting here glowing and talking to you after dragging you as a ghost to here. Can you not act like necromancy is nothing because like- it’s happening, right now.” Soliel argues.

“Oh I’m ALIVE right now?” Twitch retorts. Poking a hand through her body, turning into a burst of light and back again. “This is how my alive body works?” 

“Necromancy has different levels OBVIOUSLY jeez I thought you were supposed to be the fancy smart one.” The six sweep old roasts. 

“I shoulda brought Marsie” Daseos muses. 

“You what?” Twitch stutters. 

“I brought Marsie back to like” She subtlety brags. “I coulda brought him here to show you.” 

“Your story grows more ludicrous by the second” Twitch hisses. 

“Have you seen him around the afterlife?” The teenager says. 

The ghost stares at her, beaten. “Well- no” She says. “Could be unrelated” She mumbles. “Maybe he’s avoiding me. Besides! That’s obviously what you’d say if you were attempting to endear yourself to me” She accuses. 

Daseos takes a moment to grab her phone, looking through her photos for an age. Before flipping it over and showing a photo of her and Marsie taken a couple weeks ago. 

The seadweller stares at it. Dumbfounded. She inhales. 

“Could be doctored,” She says. 

“Are you kidding me?” Daseos hisses. 

“None of this makes sense” The violetblood complains, “And nobody wants me back alive! She says, throwing up her hands and storming off. 

Soliel clears her throat, and simply summons her again, the ghost appearing again in the circle. She glares at them. 

“Why wouldn’t they want you back alive?” Soliel asks. 

“A hundred billion reasons.” She replies. 

“Hanagi misses you,” Daseos says quietly. 

The woman inhales, pained. “Hanagi maybe. Maybe once in a blue moon Hanagi misses me but the rest of them? You can’t expect me to believe that.” 

“Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, people would be willing to believe you are able to change? That Hanagi’s opinions may have affected others?” She speaks softly now, the rust does, unsure if it’s really her place to speak.

“Sure. Hanagi just walked up to the rest of them and said let's resurrect Monark and they were like "you know what, sure”” She rambles, sarcastically. “They totally just forgot about all the attempted murder I did. They just listen to whatever Hanagi says.” 

“You’re such a child” Daseos says, in a disquieted awe of the woman’s immaturity, which even she, the six sweep old, can parse. “Let’s say they did-” 

“They didn’t” She retorts. 

“Let’s say they did,” Daseos insists. “Wouldn’t you want to do right by them?” She says. “If Hanagi fought them on it- on your behalf” 

The ghost pauses, flickering again as she is overcome with emotion. 

“Necromancy isn’t real,” She says. 

“Uuuuuugh do you want me to send a taxi for Marsie?” Soliel says, exasperated. 

“Will you ANSWER THE QUESTION” Daseos says, fed up. “If none of this is real- it doesn’t matter. But if it WERE. play pretend. Do you want to live?” 

The ghost flickers so much she nearly vanishes into that unknowable either. Lost and faint as she was when she was alive. This hollowed out trace of a person. Her form falls apart, until it's not even clear it’s a troll anymore. Just shapes and colors, pinks and purples, the nebula thrashes, caught in some silent violence. The air rustles through Th-thony’s leaves. 

“Okay, I’ll play pretend” Monark says, voice quiet and wavering with no discernible source. 

“I want to live,” She says. And Daseos shoulders ease. Her eyes close, in a silent, raw relief. 

“Okay” She says. “Thank you” she says, not knowing what she was saying it for. “I’ll see you soon” The child promises. 

A pink hand snakes out of the void, grabbing the five dollar bill from the tiny altar. 

“I’m keeping this” She says, dragging it to whatever ghost realm, and then she’s gone. 

Soliel waits until she is fully sure the spirit is gone before cutting the connection off, the glow within the room fading and the shadows settling unnoticed back to their usual positions. “Well. I think that went well.”

“Yeah” Daseos says, dazed. “I guess that could have gone worse”

#My Writing #Friend Writing #Friend Art #Soliel Laambe

[janfraiser]

hide away and find your peace of mind

set at the end of SGA 1x11 The Eye, right after the team regains control of the city. it is my professional opinion (no seriously i'm an emt lol) that Elizabeth and Rodney should've gotten hypothermia 😤

"Everyone okay?" John asks, looking around the room as Teyla more or less carries Beckett in. He keeps glancing back at Elizabeth, just to convince himself she's really not dead. Now, she's leaning heavily on the console, her eyes closed. "Elizabeth?"

She blinks, taking a moment to focus on him. "I'm alright, Major. I think I should just get out of this jacket, it's a little too warm in here."

John blinks at her. The large, empty, mostly-metal city running on minimal power isn't what he would call warm. But when he notices that her jacket is still dripping rainwater as she sheds it, some old first aid training lights up in his head.

"Hey," he says suddenly, "getting out of that wet jacket is probably a good idea, but I don't think you're as hot as you feel-- do you want my coat? It's dry... drier."

Elizabeth takes it when he hands it to her, frowning as she slips her arms into the too-big sleeves. John turns to Rodney and Dr. Beckett.

"Rodney, how long were you out in the storm?"

"I've lost track of time," Rodney mutters, and though he doesn't seem as foggy as Elizabeth, John suspects the shivering he'd written off as a shock reaction is actually far worse. "Beckett, what do you think?"

"Not sure he's gonna be much help right now, Major," Ford reports, standing next to the desk chair the doctor is sitting in so he doesn't slump over and fall out of it. "Dr. Beckett? Carson?"

Beckett awakens slightly with a groan before bending double and getting sick into a hastily provided trash can, thanks to Teyla's quick reflexes. John concludes that it's probably best to take matters into his own hands.

He's pretty sure his Basic Life Support certification hasn't even expired yet.

With the power still spotty and no doctors lucid enough to help them in the medbay anyway, John decides to just grab supplies from wherever he can find them and bring them back to the command center. He delivers portable space heaters first, and then blankets and dry clothes, just spare sweatshirts and sweatpants that will probably fit Rodney and be huge on Elizabeth. And then he goes for medical supplies just in case, spending the whole trip trying not to think about Elizabeth changing clothes or if his own wardrobe would fit her any better. None of those thoughts are any of his business.

The medbay brings him heated blankets-- provided he can plug them in-- and a thermometer that looks battery powered, at least. The storm is still impossibly loud, and John reflects that he might not mind one of those blankets himself.

When he gets back to control, Elizabeth and Rodney have changed clothes, and Ford and Teyla, the geniuses that they are, have dragged mattresses from wherever the closest living quarters were, taking up the floor of the briefing room. It's kind of cozy, with the heaters, and John plugs in the heated blankets and passes them out to everyone's enjoyment.

"If it's still storming," Elizabeth murmurs, her words slurring, "I might... try to get some sleep. Before the others come home."

Rodney squints. "You don't look so good."

"At least I'm not oozing blood everywhere," Elizabeth retorts, and John realizes he's gonna have to keep juggling things a little longer.

"Let me see your arm, Rodney," he requests, as Teyla hands him bandages from a first aid kit. "Elizabeth, honey, I don't think you should go to sleep just yet, but how about you take this thermometer and tell me what it says your temperature is, okay?" He doesn't know where the pet name comes from. Hopefully she won't remember later. Ford is giving him a look, though.

Teyla, god bless her, helps Elizabeth coordinate her hands enough to handle the thermometer, and it beeps just as John finishes wiping off Rodney's arm, much to his patient's protest. "What does 34.8 mean?"

"Damn, that's celsius," John says, beginning to wrap the bandage. "I don't know."

"Human body temperature is 37 degrees celsius," Rodney informs him. "She's too cold."

There's a stretchy wrap that seems like it's made to secure the soft bandages. John adds that. "What else am I supposed to do?"

"You could share body heat, Major," Ford pipes up, helpful as always. John glares at him.

"We've really only got the mega-bed, anyway," Rodney points out.

John moves slowly down to the mattress, taking a non-electric blanket for himself. "Elizabeth?" He asks, sitting beside the edge of her heated blanket. "Is it okay if I get in your personal space?"

She smirks at him, which feels incredibly in-character for her even if her eyes are still a little too glassy. "Well, I don't have a decent pillow, do I?"

It's nice, when she settles herself against his chest, and not just because she shares the electric blanket. Her skin is still far too cool to the touch, even though she's flushed. Even with Teyla on her other side, relaxed but not dozing, John still feels a little too awkward. "Rodney?" He asks, trying to joke. "Wanna hug? You seem a little chilly yourself."

"I've got more muscle mass to keep me warm," he insists, but he makes his way over to lie with them, folding his hands behind his head and letting John throw an arm over his shoulders. Ford drapes them in another heated blanket before returning to Beckett Duty-- and snapping a picture with a field camera.

Rodney laughs, and Teyla smiles. "Fuck you," John offers.

But Elizabeth is starting to feel warm again tucked against him, and he decides it's not a terrible way to wait out the storm.

#stargate atlantis #sga #stargate atlantis fic #julie fics #john sheppard #teyla emmagan #carson beckett #elizabeth weir #my first stargate fic! #i am warming up for something more unhinged #haha warming up

[humberg]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you for the tag @elvenbeard! As always I loved seeing what you are up to, and now I wanna show what I've been up to behind the scenes of the past week ^-^ CUSTOM POSE PACK

I'm not going to lie when I say that I've been struggling to find any drive or motivation for the past couple of weeks. A handful of you have been very supportive in checking in on me (thank you <333) and the biggest challenge has been to not force the work much to my own frustration. BUT! We have made progress with my little bouts of inspiration! :D

(This image looks dodgy as fuck 😂 But I am currently away from my gaming PC and this is the only screenshot I have saved in my drafts ;-; )

I started working on lying down snuggling poses today! :D I had been holding off from lying down poses as they're a bit more complex to create than a standing pose. This is pose 10, and it is almost done! Just got a few tweaks/little details to work on for it to be finished. In fact, all of the poses so far have little details I need to correct, with each new pose I learn something new which I've then been able to apply to the previous to correct. It's all a learning curve which I am loving :3

I still don't have a rough plan to how many poses I am going to do, maybe 12/13 poses. After that I have to go back and check each of the poses to make sure all the little details are perfect, pack it into an AMM format for me to test as well as send it out to testers to test for themselves. If that all comes back okay, I should then be able to release it publically. BUT! I have no idea to when this will be as everything is a bit up in the air at the moment...

VP PROJECT

Another thing I also started today (took advantage of the motivation!) is a VP project that has been in the back of my head for a very long time. I'm going to try my best and keep this one a secret as I am so excited to share it with you all when it's finished.

A terribly blurred version of the first VP that I finished today :D Possibly going to be one of my most ambitious projects yet as I am planning to include a few custom poses. And I hope to make potentially 4 VP's to release at once. The plan is to hopefully have them released at some point next month as I know it is going to be a very time-consuming project.

...

And there we are! :D Not a lot going on in terms of WIPs but they are both quite complex projects to be working on so I haven't helped myself :') If you are reading this and have your own WIP's at the moment I would love to see them! :D Hope you are all having a pleasant Wednesday <333

#wrote more than I thought I was going to #bit of a rambler sometimes :') #wip wednesday #oc: vincent ronin #kerry eurodyne

[spartanguard]

sons of love and death, 6/13 {CSSNS 23}

Summary: After the Final Battle, Killian Jones had finally settled into his happily ever after with his wife and family. Until a new foe arrived in Storybrooke: the infamous Dorian Gray, who looks rather familiar—one might say identical—to the pirate, and he’s on a mission: to claim the powers of the Dark One for himself. There’s only one problem: the Dark One no longer exists. What follows is a journey of vengeance, revelations, magic, and finally facing down the darkness within himself that Killian thought he’d finally put to rest. [roughly canon divergent from 5B, though set post-canon] A/N: Back again; cruising right along with another update of my @cssns story! (A bit later in the day than usual but hopefully no one minds :D Next week will probably be similar as I'll be instructing at band camp with spotty reception, but it should still be up at some point on Wednesday!) Hope you like it! (As always, thanks to the best beta, @optomisticgirll​​​​ !) rated M | 4.3k words | AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

“Again.”

“Must I?”

“Yes.”

“Fine,” he huffed.

To say Killian’s magic lessons were going well would be a severe overstatement. Emma had tried to gently start teaching him to use his powers in much the same way Belle had, though with a bit more expertise. But considering her use of magic was purely instinctive, they hadn’t gotten very far. (Besides, it had been night time, and it was just the two of them…they ended up making a more figurative kind of magic together, as they so often did.)

Now, the following morning, she’d insisted they bring Regina into the fold. To the queen’s credit, she was a better teacher—stricter, but he honestly responded to that better; his instructors in the naval academy certainly hadn’t gone easy on him. 

However, he still hadn’t made much more than a ripple, and he wasn’t even sure that was him. They’d convened on the deck of the Jolly Roger—somewhere he felt comfortable, and where his powers likely already had a connection—and a glass of water sitting on a barrel was the object of his attention. But in the time they’d been there, he’d only managed to make the water slosh around a bit, and he couldn’t rule out it being caused by his own stomps of frustration or the bit of rolling waves. 

Emma gave him an encouraging smile, though, so he focused on the glass again, willing the water to do something—anything. There was a feeble sparking in his palm, and he tried to use his fingers to guide the surface of the water into changing from afar. Briefly, a small droplet pulled up and hovered over the rest, but he was only able to hold it for a second before it slipped away and fell back in.

He huffed and wiped the sweat from his brow. “This is impossible.”

“If you keep insisting it is, then yeah,” Regina snapped back. “You just have to focus.”

“Focus on what?” he demanded. “I’ve stared at that glass hard and long enough to give myself a headache and nothing’s happened. So it’s more than a lack of attention.” 

“You need to focus on the power—and then, how you want to use it,” she finally explained.

“Yes, because I know how to do that,” he griped, then frustratedly ran a hand through his hair.

“You did at one point,” she stated. “I seem to recall getting a firsthand taste of your command of the Darkness.” She nonchalantly rubbed her neck to remind him (as if he’d forgotten).

“Aye, but I wasn’t fully in charge then. The Darkness just…knew,” he answered. “It was reflexive. It’s a bit easier when you have hundreds of years of experience whispering in the back of your mind.”

“Well, at least we know it’s there,” Regina muttered. He was about to tell her off again, but she was looking at the glass—where a tiny whirlpool was currently spinning.

He looked at his hand again, and the glow was back. Emma was suddenly at his side, and carefully took his hand in hers. “Okay, do you feel that? The magic?” she asked.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Take a deep breath; relax.” He tried to do as she told him. “Okay, now close your eyes, and only pay attention to your hand. Does anything feel different?”

He followed her lead again, shutting his eyes and turning his attention to his upturned palm. It did feel different—warmer, somehow. “It’s like there’s something…simmering, almost, just under the skin,” he described.

“Good,” Emma encouraged. “Do you feel it anywhere else?”

He furrowed his brow in focus, giving it a shot and trying to notice if that sensation was anywhere else. It was faint, but he could feel it flowing up his arm, through his veins, right around to his heart. And the more he paid attention to it, the stronger the feeling got.

“Yeah; it’s—it’s everywhere,” he gasped, almost incredulously. How had he not noticed that?

“Mhmm,” she replied. “It feels like that for me, too—like a well, deep inside. So hold onto that, and open your eyes.”

He breathed in sharply—the light in his palm was glowing even stronger now, and much steadier than it had yet. 

“Try something,” Emma encouraged. 

He focused again on the glass and this time, rather than the accidental whirlpool, he did the opposite and made a waterspout draw up and dance on the surface. He chuckled to himself, even—amazed he’d actually done it. 

“Now was that so hard?” Regina commented, and any pride he’d had was immediately gone, replaced with annoyance, and the waterspout violently exploded in all directions (but mostly Regina’s). 

“Hey—that was great,” Emma jumped in, taking his hand in hers. “Let’s try it again.”

For a while longer, they kept at it, and he did have increasing levels of success—mostly when he focused on Emma and how she had described the feel of her magic. The more he used it, the more he felt it—but, at the same time, the more he realized it had always been there. Where the Darkness had felt foreign, like ice in his veins, this felt organic—like a muscle he was learning to use in a different way. Looking back, it was probably why he’d always felt the most at home on or near the sea—not just due to his upbringing.

But often enough, he felt overwhelmed, and his anger boiled over—almost literally. Regina had to magically fix the glass several times after an emotional reaction led to an explosion. 

“If you could just get that level of power under control, you’d be a pretty fearsome opponent,” Regina commented as she put the cup together again. 

“Should he, though?” Emma countered, sounding concerned. “I thought it was a bad idea to use anger like that—you know, the whole anger-leads-to-the-dark-side thing?”

“It can,” Regina conceded. “I’d know more than anyone. But I also let that anger and heartbreak consume my entire being; Hook—you’re past that,” she told him. 

“True, but you know as well as any it’s a daily choice,” he replied. “Maybe it’s too late for me to master this,” he sighed, staring at a knot in the deck. “There’s no way I’ll ever catch up to Dorian.”

“He may have learned how to use his magic sooner, but you both have the same potential—especially with elemental magic,” Regina said. “And I’ve never known you to give up on anything,” she smirked. 

Well. He wasn’t used to encouragement from Regina, but if she thought he could do this, he supposed there was a chance he could. 

And when Emma gave him a supportive grin, he felt like he could do damn near anything. 

It came easier after that, though he was still very much a beginner. But eventually, all the water in the glass was contained in a swirling orb, hovering above the glass. He was sorely tempted to send it Regina’s way, but was mostly feeling a sense of pride at accomplishing that much. 

However, the moment he began to feel confident, it faltered and splashed down on the crate. 

“Well, bare minimum, you could be a one-man fire department,” Regina quipped. He shot a half-hearted glare over at her; but with the way his brother was keen on setting fires around town, it wasn’t a terrible concept. 

Regina had to leave for an appointment then, and poofed away after her farewell. “Showoff,” he muttered as the smoke dissipated. 

“Hey—you’ll get there,” Emma assured him. “Everyone starts somewhere.”

“I know,” he sighed and put an arm around her, wanting to have her close. “But how many people started learning magic at 193?”

“If you were able to figure out a smartphone, you can figure this out,” she tossed back, chuckling. 

He nodded and half-smiled. “I just…I still wish I didn’t have to. I don’t want to,” he confessed. 

“I know,” she conceded. “But remember—it’s just precautionary. Although, I do have to say—I like the idea of two hot magic users who also happen to be True Love,” she added, turning in his hold to wrap her arms around him. “Literal power couple, us. Kinda turns me on,” she added in a low voice. 

They shared a laugh—and a deep kiss—at that. He had to admit he liked that idea, too; even when they’d been the Dark Ones, there was something satisfying about their shared level of power. This, however, was a much-preferred situation. 

But as they walked home hand-in-hand, he still had worry in the back of his mind: that he might yet give into the darker, more powerful impulses he’d seen corrupt others, like Gold and Dorian, but most of all—his own sordid past.

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When Dorian eventually (blearily) blinked his eyes open the next day, his head was pounding and the sun was well into the sky; so, an average morning for him. 

Voices drifted up on the wind; the fact that they hadn’t knocked him off the bench indicated his cloaking spell had held. There wasn’t even a pause in their conversation when he shifted in his horizontal position and the empty whiskey bottle fell to the sidewalk, shattering. 

He rolled over to look at it, then with a flick of his hand, heated the pieces until they melted and then let them cool, looking like permanent puddles of water on the concrete. 

A familiar voice filtered through the din of people speaking from…wherever they were—his own. He squinted and looked around, not willing to sit up just yet, but was still able to find the sailing brig moored a few berths over. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it last night, but he’d been a bit preoccupied (and inebriated). 

And there, on the deck, was his brother, alongside the sheriff and the Evil Queen. His vision wasn’t the sharpest in his hungover state, but it appeared as though Hook was attempting to harness his own magic. “Good luck, brother,” he scoffed; it had taken him the better part of 15 years to get a grasp of his own powers and was still honing and mastering them, even after more than a century and a half. 

For a while, he watched the attempts to teach his brother, and felt an odd sense of relief at how poorly he was doing. So that wouldn’t be an obstacle to him. 

But another fact was made glaringly obvious: Killian had allies; Dorian did not. 

He should probably do something about that. 

However, he knew that the two dark magic users he was aware of in town were not going to be available to him—Regina was clearly helping his brother, and the former Dark One was unlikely to assist someone who was out for his blood (the amount of which would not be small). 

But in a town this big, with this many magic users from their home realm (among others), there had to be another. 

He waited and watched (and sobered up) while Killian continued his attempt at figuring out magic. It was hard to imagine someone that averse to learning sorcery had ever been the Dark One. There were a few moments, though, where he could feel that small piece of it flare up—when Killian was visibly angry or frustrated. That was good news; it meant that there was plenty of power left in that remnant. 

It was simmering when their lesson finished and Hook shuffled off somewhat dejectedly. That was definitely something Dorian could use to his advantage. But now that he was alone, it was time to track down more resources. 

He took down the protection spell and closed his eyes to focus. There was a hefty combination of both dark and light magic in the very soil of this place, but the traces of it floating in the air were remnants from the various magic users. 

After meditating for a minute, he found one thick thread of dark magic and a few smaller ones; some of the thinner ones were Dark One leftovers, so he ruled those out, and started in the logical spot by following the larger strand. 

However, he should have anticipated it leading him to the cemetery. And not even to Regina’s vault—to actual graves. He didn’t know who they were, but Cora Mills and Cruella de Vil were unlikely to be of any help. 

So he picked the next invisible string and followed it across town. Thankfully, it passed by a convenience store; he didn’t go in, of course, but he did magically shoplift a bottle of water and some aspirin for his still-splitting headache. (The one thing he’d never found a magical cure for was a hangover. But it wouldn’t be an issue when he was immortal and invulnerable; he was only the former at the moment.)

The thread dragged him up and down some rocky hills and through a fair chunk of the forest, until finally bringing him to a clearing where there sat a small farm. Both the barn and farmhouse were weatherworn but tidy, save for a gaping hole in the barn roof. 

Something powerful was resonating in the barn, and he had to investigate. It got stronger as he got closer, and based on the sigil carved in the dirt, he knew that someone had once cast a powerful curse here. 

There was more Dark One residue lingering in the storm cellar across the clearing, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a cage inside; had this person kept Rumpelstiltskin captive, or one of the other two? If so, then he desperately needed them on his side. 

He could see a light on in the second floor of the house and movement behind a curtain. Looked like it was time to introduce himself. 

Once on the porch, he glanced at his reflection in the glass of the door, making sure his hair was perfectly imperfect. Then he knocked, and waited. 

A tired-sounding female voice called out “Coming,” but it certainly wasn’t in a tone he liked to hear that word in. 

He also heard…was that crying?

The door flew open and a woman whose bright red curls were as disheveled as her clothes greeted him, with a wailing child in her arms. He was speechless at first—this was a dark magic user? She looked so…messy. 

(Not to say tidiness was key to being a sorcerer, but when you could clean at the wave of a hand, it wasn’t hard to keep things organized and neat.)

She looked at him almost in exasperation. “What do you want, Hook?” she sighed. “I’m kind of in the mid—”

A shrill alarm from back in the house cut her off. “Oh, bloody hell,” she cursed, looking over her shoulder. “Here; follow me,” she commanded, and shoved the kid in his arms; he just barely got his arms around the child, some foreign paternal instinct making sure he didn’t drop them. 

The woman ran ahead of him, around a corner; he only hesitated a moment to follow. Just what kind of person was his brother that a dark magic user wouldn’t hesitate to trust him with her child? Perhaps he wasn’t as virtuous as he seemed. 

Or, he realized as he entered the kitchen, maybe this woman wasn’t as powerful as he thought—especially based on the cloud of smoke that came out of the oven when she opened it. 

“I take it you need a hand,” he assessed. 

“Haha, very funny, Captain,” she deadpanned as she pulled out a very burnt meatloaf and practically threw it on the table. She stared at it dejectedly for a moment, then looked back up at him. 

She looked confused for a moment, and it was obvious when she looked at his hands—and everything clicked. 

“Who the hell are you?” she barked, moving almost impossibly fast to grab the still-crying toddler from his arms. “And what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” he replied, magicking away some baby drool off his jacket. “I followed the scent of dark magic over here, all the way to you. And I was wondering,” he started, stepping closer to her and tilting his head down, “if you might be interested in making some together?” He stared up at her through his lashes, a move few women had been able to resist. 

To his horror, though, she just rolled her eyes. “You’re clearly related to him,” she scoffed. “And you’re definitely not my type. Besides—don’t have my magic anymore, so you’re wasting your time.”

“You don’t?” His question sounded far more like a whine than he’d intended. 

“No. Believe it or not, there are things more worthwhile than having powers.”

“Bloody hell, why does everyone in this fucking town give up their magic?” he cursed, then threw himself down on one of the dining table chairs. 

“Don’t get comfortable,” she bit out while bouncing her child. “And I’d tell you, but honestly, you have to learn it on your own. I certainly did.” She smiled at her little one, even though it did nothing to calm them down. But a steely gaze was back on her face when she looked up at him. “Now please leave, whoever you are; my daughter is hungry and you’re disturbing her.”

He’d never received such poor accommodation as he had in Storybrooke. But he knew a losing battle when he saw one—at least, where the fairer sex was concerned. 

“Alright. It was not a pleasure meeting you, Miss Red. Take care.”

He didn’t waste any time in leaving and poofed away, strategically transporting to the empty hall of Granny’s Bed and Breakfast and slipping into one of the vacant rooms (which was…all of them; honestly, it was Granny’s loss, because his gold was worth just as much as the next person’s). 

He took a seat on the mattress, but not after putting a soundproofing spell on the room—he could tell by sight the bed would creak. 

And then he flopped backwards on it dramatically. For the moment, he was going to let himself wallow in defeat at his lack of allies. (Another bottle of whiskey should help.)

But he did learn one valuable thing today: he wasn’t going to accomplish anything as himself—not when his brother’s apparently good reputation stood in opposition to his own. 

He’d long been aware of what kind of man Captain Hook was. Perhaps he should remind the town of that—and Killian, too. Especially if his brother was going to continue to hone his own powers—Dorian either needed to shake his confidence, or trigger the Darkness as much as possible.

He knew, however, that no one would listen if he just went about town, shouting the pirate’s indiscretions for all to hear. No, he was going to have to be a bit more calculated than that—a bit more devious. 

Callous, concentrated on evil, with stained mind, and soul hungry for rebellion, Dorian Gray hastened on.

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A couple centuries ago

On the opposite side of the realm from Cailleach, in an opulent but somewhat cold castle, its out-of-place nursery wing finally had an inhabitant once Zoso had made his deal with the poor woman. True to his word, he raised the little boy like he was his own, with as much warmth as the Darkness constantly whispering in the back of his mind would let him muster. 

Dorian grew into a smart, well-mannered boy, if a touch self-centered—understandable given his solitary upbringing. Zoso assumed that would level out once he went out into the world. But he was altogether careful and conscientious, so he had few worries about the boy’s future.

When the lad came of age, Zoso began to teach him magic. That was the whole reason he’d wanted to take in a ward in the first place: so he could raise a suitable replacement for the Curse of the Dark One. He was beginning to grow tired of the burden of this spell, but had yet to find someone he thought wouldn’t abuse the mantle. After so many years and seeing so much of humanity, he knew most folks, once grown, would not hesitate to make selfish decisions. But perhaps if he raised his successor from infancy, he could ensure it went to someone who could keep the Darkness in check.

(Briefly, he considered passing it onto the boy’s birth mother, but she was one of those rare few who he knew would shoot him down.)

Dorian was a fast learner, studious, and had a natural talent with magic—as though he was born with it. It sparked red from his fingers and tended towards flames, but Zoso taught him how to rein it in, and only had to put out a few fires. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he wanted Dorian to follow him, but was waiting until it was absolutely necessary to inform him of the manner in which the transfer of power would occur.

The boy grew into a young man, handsome and confident, and Zoso began to send him on errands for him around the realm and let him begin to live something of his own life; he hadn’t been completely sheltered growing up—Zoso often took him on his journeys—but it was time for him to learn the ways of the world on his own. He gave him the surname Gray, because of his hopes the lad would be the bridge between the light and the Dark, and sent him on his way.

At first, the bits and pieces he heard about Dorian were all positive: using his powers and knowledge to help people, acting as a gentleman, a general force for good in the world. Not that Zoso was worried about it, but he was proud of the lad, and hoped he’d soon be ready to take up the title of Dark One.

But then…he started to hear less-positive things. Drunken debauchery, time spent in brothels, cases of arson leaving destruction where he’d been. Some of it could be explained by the immaturity of youth, but when bodies began to turn up in his wake, it could no longer be ignored.

Nor could it when some of the books from his library on the darkest types of magic known to man suddenly went missing after one of Dorian’s weekly visits.

Perhaps his experiment had simply failed? Or perhaps there was no safe way to find a successor.

Either way, he knew he could no longer pass on the mantle to Dorian.

So if his dagger somehow ended up in the hands of a despotic but otherwise dimwitted duke, who just so happened to be terribly losing a war that was drafting children into its ranks, then he wasn’t too worried; he only had to hope that one of the parents in the kingdom was desperate enough to seek him out themselves. (He’d put a bug in someone’s ear if it was necessary. But he thought back to Dorian’s birth mother and his original perception of her, and realized that far more than an innocent child, he needed to find a loving parent to pass on the burden to.)

Not a week after the dagger had fallen out of his grasp, Dorian came storming into the castle. “You bloody fool!” he cried out. “You lost it! How the bloody fuck could you?”

“Language, boy,” Zoso answered calmly, reading a novel in his sitting room. He’d told the lad the dagger’s significance—just not its full use.

“I don’t fucking care. That dagger was to be my birthright—you told me so yourself, many times. How could you be so careless?”

“What makes you so convinced I gave it up by accident?” Zoso countered, eyes still on his book. It hadn’t taken much convincing or suggestion to get the Duke to seek it out, and he made no effort to stop him.

“What?” Dorian gasped, the fire in his eyes (and palms) dying out. “But—you said—all these years—”

“Yes, when I thought you would grow into a man worthy of it,” he tossed back. He closed his book, set it on his side table, and stood to walk over to his adopted son. “You really think whoring your way across the kingdom is good preparation to take on the darkest magic of all?”

“Aye, I do,” he spat back. “Why shouldn’t I spend time with the darker side of society before I drown myself in it?”

“That argument would hold water if you were learning anything, rather than just reveling.”

Dorian sneered, cutting a sinister dimple into his cheek. “Oh, I’m learning plenty. Where to find the best wines, the most decadent food, the prettiest prostitutes. If I’m looking at eternity, why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?”

“That’s not how I raised you.”

“No; it’s not. Maybe it’s how my real parents would have, though.”

Zoso laughed. “I told you a million times: they were poorer than a mouse. Were it not for me, you’d be lucky to be a deckhand on a merchant ship, if you were even still alive. I gave you everything, and I won’t hesitate to take it away.”

“I don’t need you,” Dorian growled. “I’ll get my hands on that power all on my own; I will find a way.”

Zoso laughed. “Good luck living long enough.”

Dorian gave one last parting glare and then disappeared in a burst of flames.

Zoso sighed at his failure, shook his head, and then got ready to leave himself for that hamlet across the realm. He’d have to find someone else to pass this burden to, and fast; he didn’t think it would take Dorian long to figure out how power was transferred.

He took one last look at the nursery before leaving, hoping that neither he nor Dorian would ever see it again.

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