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callmewrinkles3 · 11 months

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Peace - DR3 x Fem!OC

Summary: After their whistle stop trip to Perth it’s time for the next race in Baku. A photo causes issues, and Em sees something she shouldn’t have spotted.

Word Count: 9.6k

Warnings: Zak Brown, mentions of food issues (lack of appetite, not eating, what could be considered picky eating), media being assholes, panic attacks, mentions of mental health issues.

A/N: We’re baaaaaaccccckkkk! Sorry for the delay, we’ve been ridiculously busy. But in our defence, this is a monster chapter. We’re sticking with 2022 for the next while.

June 2022

“I have a couple of apartments.”

Em half woke to Dan’s words. She hadn’t really been asleep on the shorter flight from Dubai to Baku. Instead she’d been half dozing with her Beats playing music. London was clutched in her hand while she curled against Dan’s side. There’d been a plane swap and something else but their fancy seats were swapped into a row of three economy ones. Honestly if she was asked she preferred being able to curl up like this on a plane. His arm was around her and she got to chill out with him beside her.

“What do you mean?”

“For London. The city, not the bear I mean. If you still want to move in together?” He turned the tablet towards her to show an option. Three bedrooms, a view, in one of the parts of London they’d shortlisted. It looked nearly too good to be true.

“Talk when we get to the hotel? But yeah. I want to move in with you properly.”

They were two of the first into Baku for the race which meant that instead of going immediately into a bright orange race world Em got to unwind for a night. Dan brought her to an Italian restaurant for dinner and they held hands in public. They went back to the hotel room and curled up in bed before Dan asked her a question.

“So with the apartment thing. I’m looking at places for us to buy, not rent.”

“Danny…” She trailed off and looked at him, at the way he smiled at her.

“I didn’t tell you this. It was supposed to be a surprise. But I got the email the day before you arrived in Melbourne and it didn’t feel right to say it then. I dunno if you remember but do you remember when we were in Austin in 2019? We were in bed and you were talking about how much you like the city and you just trailed off and said it’d be a nice place to show kids.”

The vague memory hit her, the night after the race. When Dan had been jealous of her talking to Charles and Pierre and they went to the hotel. It had been emotional and she was still luxuriating that they’d said I love you a few weeks before.

“Yeah. Kind of?”

“I found a place. I was looking on and off since then but it had to be in delivery radius of that barbecue place we like. Your name’s on it too. I didn’t know if you were coming back or not but it’s our place. Bought, not rented. And if we don’t spend loads of time in Austin but we’ve got a place then we should buy somewhere in London. You don’t like Monaco that much. We just need to be there a bit for taxes and stuff. But we should buy somewhere. A home. Our home.”

“You bought us a place?” She couldn’t get over it. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. He bought them a home when she wasn’t even around.

“Yeah. It’s ours.”

“I love you so much. So, so much. And yeah. I want our home. A real home.”

“I’m getting you your lavender office. I promised you that I was going to get you a lavender office. It’s happening.”

She couldn’t stop grinning, holding onto Dan and sleeping well for the first time in weeks. It was restful at last.

Wednesday meant most people were arriving into the city and that included Blake and Michael. They hugged her tightly as soon as they saw her, both checking in through the day. There was still a divide between them and Dan. She could see the way they were with him. But that needed to wait, she couldn’t deal with all of it. Not now.

Most of the day was spent sitting with Blake and coming up with how she was coming back to work. She wanted to get back as quickly as she could, but Blake didn’t want to risk it for her. Which she understood. But she wanted to feel normal even when she felt like she was barely holding together. The other part of the day with Blake was having a conversation she never thought she’d need to have.

She had to make a plan about how her relationship was going to be made public.

Somehow she hadn’t been spotted much in Monaco, just a few gossip blogs which made life easier and harder. It was easier because at least it wasn’t a complete surprise that she was around. But it was harder because she hated having to do this. The fact that her and Dan were finally admitting that they love each other meant a PR response had to happen felt stupid. They were just two people in love. Why did the world care?

But it was clear that the world did care, the blog posts and TikToks and instagram posts about her were proof of that. The #WheresEm posts on TikTok from fans analysing photos of Dan, Michael, and Blake to see if she was in the background. The slideshows of her and other women who worked in F1. It was kind of surreal now that Blake was showing her.

“You’re in the paddock every week. You work in the sport. Netflix interviews you and every February people wonder if DTS is going to call you “Daniel’s girlfriend”. It happens.” Blake was apologetic as he opened a folder on his laptop called Tax Files.

“You told me that was taxes and that’s why it’s password protected.”

“Yeah, sorry. If you knew you’d have killed me.” She looked at the four PDFs held in the file. Dan_Em_dating, Dan_Em_engaged, Dan_Em_married, Dan_Em_baby. The last one cut like a knife.

“Seriously? Engaged and married? Statements for all of it?”

“It’s the two of you. I wrote them after you were in Vegas, there were rumours online for two months after that the two of you got secretly married. I thought it was better to be safe than sorry. For both of you. But this is the reactive ones in case someone posted photos or something. Right now I think you doing an insta post is enough, it’ll confirm but you don’t need to do details. Do you have any PG photos?”

Twenty minutes later a photo of her in Dan’s lap as he held her and gave her a kiss that was chosen to be the photo. Dan used his grid mostly for work related stuff so it was her account that would post it. The caption at least was her own decision. Thirty seconds of thought and she tapped it out. I know you know, but I love you to the moon and to Saturn. Once the draft was saved the schedule was set. Post it during FP1. It would be fine.

The plan mostly worked for Thursday. Her makeup was thick and Blake refused to let her work for longer than an hour of checking emails, but she walked into the paddock with her head held high. Friends nodded and gave her a smile, Carmen’s eyes widening slightly when she saw her and Em forced a grin. She was part of a team. She belonged her. She knew what she was doing. It would be fine and it was worth it.

Sitting in hospitality for the day Em refreshed one of the gossip instagram accounts she still followed, a photo of her talking to Blake appearing at the top of the grid. The caption made her huff.

She’s baaaaaaccccckkkkkk! Daniel Ricciardo’s assistant Em was seen back in the paddock. The rumour was that she was in Monaco but hiding in hospitality. She hasn’t been seen at a race since the Australian GP at the beginning of April, where she was seen with his parents and extended family. The duo were spotted in Perth for the weekend off last week, but they’ve never confirmed a relationship. Reminder: Em falls under our WAG rules because we don’t have confirmation if they are or aren’t in a relationship. No criticism of how she looks or what she’s wearing.

“What’s so funny?” Blake asked and she turned the screen to him.

“I’m kind of surprised how quickly people started sharing photos of me again. Am I really that impressive?”

“I think it’s more that you’ve been around for so long. Tomorrows probably going to be chaos with the post. You know that, right? You’ll get through it but there will definitely be questions.”

“I know. If we did this years ago it’d have been easier.”

Instead of a third iced latte that she’d asked for, Michael handed her an orange juice as lunch was brought over. He received a glare in its place.

“I thought I asked for a coffee?”

“And you’re vibrating in place. Eat something, Wriggle.”

The chopped salad in front of her was pretty but the idea of even touching it made her feel awful. Encouraging looks made her spear a couple of pieces of chicken that she could just about separate and eat them. At least playing with her food meant that it wasn’t noticed that she wasn’t really eating.

Dan was able to run in and grab food before going back to more team meetings. He pushed a kiss to the top of her head before raising an eyebrow at her bowl, but Em shook her head before he could speak. It was two or three minutes before he had to leave with Michael. Before he did he ran across to the coffee bar and plucked a lemon muffin from the stand to place in front of her. It was a smile and a squeeze of her hand before he had to go again.

She picked at the muffin and at her dinner that night before they were back in the hotel room together. Dan kept giving her looks to eat more but she was too worn out to eat. It was like her body was constantly waiting for the next crisis, coiled and ready to release adrenaline while she was begging it to relax. She needed to curl up with her boyfriend and be held by him. The day went well. People could tell they were truly in a relationship. Everything was public tomorrow. She could do it.

For the first time in years Em stressed about what to wear to the paddock the next morning. None of her clothes fit right and her usual style felt awkward. Normally she tried to blend in but this was the one day she shouldn’t have to. She wasn’t just Dan’s assistant anymore. People would keep caring about what she wore, working out what labels she had on and how much her outfit cost. It was so much stress that she didn’t want to deal with but Dan put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“Wear what makes you smile. You’ll be beautiful no matter what.”

“You’re a charmer.”

“And you need to eat something. I know it’s not your favourite but I got you a bacon sandwich with my breakfast. Try to eat some of it?”

“Just for you.”

The nerves thrummed through her body as she pulled on straight leg jeans and tightened her belt. Her outfit was finished with a Paramore tee that was at least a size too big and one of the merch hats Dan always had around, but she was clothed and felt good. She could do this. She could do it. Em even ate half of the sandwich Dan gave her despite the butterflies in her stomach trying to rebel.

Their plan for getting to the race was simple. The four of them were driving to the track together, Blake taking her usual role as driver. Dan and Michael were walking in five minutes before she and Blake did so they could take most of the attention away. Once he was in the car for FP1 she’d post the Instagram draft and hopefully someone would fuck up in practice so the “Daniel Ricciardo has a girlfriend” story would die down. It was a good plan that they could do.

When they arrived at the drivers car park they all stepped out of the car before Dan pulled her into a giant hug. It was nearly deserted in the early morning and she fell into him before sharing a kiss and a smile.

“That’s the last secret kiss we ever have to do. How does that feel?” Dan asked to make her grin.

“So no more hidden corners in dive bars?”

“I mean that’s a tradition so we have to have some more there, right? I love you. I’ll see you after practice.”

“I love you too. I think Blake is actually letting me work today so I’ll see you then.” They had one final kiss before Dan and Michael walked away while she and Blake stayed behind

“Just for the record, if you and Dan split up again I’m choosing you. You’re my little sister. I don’t want you to go anywhere else.”

“I learned my lesson, Blakey. I’ve no intention of going anywhere. I promise.”

Five minutes later they were walking through the paddock and Em ignored the eyes that were on her. It was a statement to be publicly there in the paddock, to be beside Blake while she wore a 3 hat. She wasn’t ashamed of herself or her love for Dan. She couldn’t be. They were in love and that was what mattered to her.

They sat in Dan’s driver room while Em went through yet more emails that she’d missed while she was gone. The practice stayed on tv and she let the familiar voices roll over her. With ten minutes left on the clock Blake gave her a nudge to post the photo with a smile.

“Ready to be a WAG?”

“Will I ever be? But I’ve basically been one for the last four years without the benefits.”

When she opened Instagram her notifications were already going insane. There were people mentioning her in comments and tagging her and she had to scroll back to see where it all stemmed from. But when she found one of the paddock photographers accounts and started to read the caption her blood ran cold.

Arriving into the paddock this morning ahead of Day One of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix I got to see possibly the rarest sight in Formula One - Daniel Ricciardo and his presumed girlfriend @callmewrinkles3 canoodling and revealing their romance. We don’t know a lot about Emma except that she’s English and has worked with Ricciardo since at least the summer break in 2019. Her first appearance at a race was Barcelona in 2018 where she hid in the back of the Red Bull garage. Most people have assumed that they’re together but they’ve never publicised anything. It’s clear from the photos how in love they are, but why have they never admitted anything before? She’s missed every race since the Australian GP and the rumour around the paddock was that they had split up. I think that can be safely ignored now.

“Blake. Fuck.” She held her phone out to Blake so he could see the post and watched as his face changed while reading. “One hour. One fucking hour.”

The comments began to fill her screen and she couldn’t help but read them.

They’re actually together? I thought that was a joke.

Why did she just disappear like that?

Dan deserves better than an assistant.

Who is she? Just appeared one day like she was always there.

Friends with bennies. There’s no way they’re dating. They’d have admitted it by now. Has to be some PR thing.

��Timmy? Em? Can you hear me?” The panic was rising through her chest as all her deepest fears were on screen. Dan deserved better. He deserved more than her. She’d ruined everything when she left she never should have come back. Why did she come back when she’d ruined things for him?

Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight, Em’s desperation filling her as Blake held on.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Deep breaths in and out.” Tears streamed down her face as she tried to copy his breathing. They were just one hour late to do it. One hour. But the one thing that they’d protected for so long and had been so careful with had been revealed to the world before either of them had the chance to do it. Outside the paddock they were supposed to be private citizens. That area was off limits, it wasn’t supposed to be where they could be photographed. Especially not by accredited ones.

“Why us? Why the fuck does this always happen to us?” It was all she could get out as she kept crying, Blake holding onto her tightly and rubbing her back. It wasn’t the same as when Dan or Grace did it but it helped as she tried to stop herself from spiralling. But Dan had his stupid briefing and then had to get ready for FP2 and she was barely going to see him. All she wanted was for him to tell her it was going to be ok. It wasn’t much to ask. Em lost track of time as she tried to pull all of her broken pieces together. She needed to get it together.

“I can get him out of his meeting. Want me to grab him now?”

“Please?” She felt pitiful with the tiny sound coming out of her mouth, but Blake left a kiss on her forehead before sitting her on the massage table and leaving the room.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, ok? Just remember. You and him love each other so much somehow. A photo and internet trolls are never going to change what the two of you have. I promise you that TimTam.”

She didn’t know how long it took until Blake returned with Dan but she could feel the fragile parts of herself begin to move and crack again. Why would Dan want her to be there with him? She’d left once before and she should just leave again. Let everyone else be happy. She could make herself be happy without them eventually she thought. The world was acting like loving Dan was some awful thing, that she didn’t deserve to love him and she didn’t know how she could keep going with it. It wasn’t fair.

Her sobs started again and Em’s arms went around her knees to hold them against her chest. It was going to be ok. It was going to be fine. It had to be fine. She couldn’t be too loud or people would hear and that would be worse for Dan if his girlfriend was having a breakdown in his room. She shoved her hand against her mouth to muffle her sobs. She could be quiet. She had to be quiet.

“Emmy? I’m right here Wrinkles.”

“Danny.”

It felt so stupid. So fucking stupid. It was a photo that revealed news that they were about to share anyway, but they wanted to get to do it. It wasn’t up to anyone else to share it. Why did they think they could?

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry Baby. You don’t deserve that and you never deserved have comments made about you like that. If you want to go home just tell me and you can, I’ll book the flights for you.”

The words hit her gut and she wanted to get sick. He wanted her to leave. Wanted her to go home.

She didn’t have a home anymore.

She destroyed their home and she was homeless and she had nothing left. It was all gone.

“I…I…We…We don’t have one. I don’t. I’m homeless. I got rid of it and Danny it’s gone and it’s my fault please don’t make me leave.” Her sobs began again as the reality of what she’d done hit her. She’d destroyed their home in a weekend. She was homeless. Michael had offered his spare room but she couldn’t. What had she done?

“No. Oh no, Emmy, no, I promise. I promise you’re not going anywhere if you don’t want to. I want you to stay here. I want to be here with you all the time. I’m right here and you’re staying with me I promise. I promise.”

She didn’t know how long he held onto her for but as her sobs subsided the embarrassment at how she acted filled her. It was all over a photo. This shouldn’t have happened because of a photo. But Dan held onto her and wiped her eyes while she stopped crying, emotionally and physically exhausted with red and puffy eyes. Her foundation was entirely gone but Dan smiled at her like she lit up the universe.

“For the record I hate saying this but we have thirty minutes until Dan needs to be in the car. And I might have a solution. Maybe.” Em twisted in Dan’s lap to look at Blake as he began to explain. Nat from Sky was willing to be outside to ‘run into’ Dan and do a softball interview for him to explain everything.

“Do it.” He hadn’t even finished speaking when Em cut across, making herself stand up on shaky legs and stretching while still holding his hand.

“Emmy…”

“Danny, do it. You get to get ahead of it and say something about how everyone knew. Act like it’s just stupid gossip. And then you can drive and ignore it, yeah?”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

She wiped her face on one of the towels that was supposed to be for after Dan’s practice before nodding at him. Dan stood up and pulled her close, holding his lips against her forehead in silence. They were desperate to stay as close as possible for as long as they could until Blake tapped her shoulder.

“She’ll be downstairs in thirty seconds, it’s live.”

“Go.” It was a kiss to make Dan leave and Em sat down to get her makeup out of her bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m watching from the garage. So I’m making myself look vaguely presentable.”

Her fingers were shaking as she started pulling concealer and foundation out. The tv was already tuned to the Sky feed and when she heard Natalie’s voice her attention went straight to it.

“And look who we have here! Daniel Ricciardo was heading over to his garage but agreed to talk to me for a moment. You’ve had all of the attention on you thanks to that Instagram post everyone’s seen about your relationship.” It was open and warm and Em bit her lip while she watched.

“Yeah. It’s funny, we never thought we needed to announce that we were together because everyone knew. You were talking to Em at the AusGP opening yourself. It didn’t make sense to do some big thing when everyone already knew. But now here we are, I guess. At least that’s better news than my driving in that practice. We’ve got a couple of upgrades that we’re trying to learn how they work with this car, so we’ll see how they perform in this practice.”

The way he was so casual about it made Em smile while she finished her concealer and patted it down. It wasn’t anywhere near good but it’d do, and her sunglasses would hide the worst of it.

“Ready?” She asked Blake. He nodded once and followed her across. It was the first time she’d stood in the garage to watch him drive since she and Dan had their fight in Jeddah and he sent her away, but she walked out with her head held high. Dan was standing at the bottom of the stairs to wait for her and held out his hand, Em smiling at him.

“You look beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He did better in that practice than the morning one but Em stood there silently. Blake had a hand at her back to keep her steady on her feet, orange headphones glued to her head. She hated the colour. Hated this garage. She wished it felt like home the way Renault had by the end. But she could do this. It was just an hour, and she could see when the cameras caught her and she waved. A small smile stayed on her face as she stared at Dan’s little orange dot on the screen.

She waited for him to get out and they held hands walking to hospitality for food before Dan had to go to more meetings. It was a luxury to hold his and and get to see him as her boyfriend. People stopped to ask for his autograph and take photos and she stepped back to let the photo be taken. One of the girls came up to her after getting the photo.

“I’m sorry about that photo for you. You deserved better than that for how your relationship was made public.”

“Thanks a lot.” It meant more than she could say that a stranger was being nice to her.

That night after yet more picking at food and trying to decide what she could stomach she curled up in Dan’s arms while he pressed kisses to her head. She didn’t know what to do or how exactly she was feeling, but that background anxiety was still there.

“Can I ask you something?” Dan whispered in the dark. It wasn’t too late so she nodded against his chest. “I know you probably don’t want to. But maybe we should find you someone to talk to? You’re not ok, Baby. It’s ok to need some help for a little while.”

“My dad always said that it was weak to need it. That if I couldn’t get through things then I needed to try harder.” The words slipped out before she meant to say it.

“You know I talked to someone last year after Monaco. I think it’s strong to admit that you need some help. It’s such a brave thing to do. It’s up to you but I think it could help.”

It was silent between them for a few minutes before Em could speak. “I think I need some help. Can you help me find someone who does it online?”

“I’ll be right beside you for all of it. I promise.”

“I know.”

Even admitting that she needed to talk to someone took some of the weight off her shoulders. There was something deep inside her that just felt broken and unable to put itself back together. She was freaking out about tiny things. That photo shouldn’t have made her feel this way. The entire Monaco weekend shouldn’t have affected her like that. She’d seen Dan crash before - she’d been in the garage when he crashed in Austria two years before - and the Monaco one wasn’t a big one. But it hurt her in ways she didn’t realise.

Em had never put herself first in her life. It was always everyone else. But this time she needed to put herself at the top of the list or she’d lose herself forever.

The trip to the track was quiet before practice and qualifying. Blake had made the decision that she wasn’t working until at least Austria. And it felt right if she was really honest. The fact that she didn’t want to fight about working proved to her just how necessary it was. Instead she sat in hospitality trading between cups of coffee and juices or water. Michael kept putting big bowls of food in front of her and she couldn’t bear to eat any of it. It was all mixed together and weird textures and the fish curry he tried to get her to eat made her feel disgusting. It was sweet that he tried but no. She could pick out bites when she needed to.

Over what was officially the lunch break but everyone was spending working she flicked through a crappy romance novel on her kindle when movement caught her eye. The teams had all come in and grabbed food before going back to the garage to get the cars ready for setup or do whatever they had to do. Blake was with Dan and Michael before Dan went to a fanzine event. She promised she’d be ok sitting there by herself. Em was convinced that they’d gotten people to keep an eye on her too, but she’d be fine. She could do this.

It was the two men walking through the barely quarter full room that caught her eye but the accent was what really hit her. Zak Brown talking to an Australian wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was that it was Mark Webber and not her boyfriend. Webber. Who managed last years F2 champion who didn’t have a seat. And Brown had been making comments about Dan’s performances needing to improve.

Oh no.

She always trusted her gut. Always. Her gut had yelled at her to not walk away in Melbourne, that it felt wrong, but she ignored it and look how things ended up? Her gut is what made her talk to Dan at Blake’s party nearly five years before. It made her kiss him and fall for him. Helped him make the decision to go to Renault. It was the right thing to do.

And she didn’t trust Brown. Not after the rumours and innuendo and the way her reputation took coordinated hit after hit last year. He had no reason to talk to Webber. Mark had never been in McLaren before, it was just wrong. She knew. Her gut was screaming at her, she knew. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Before she could start freaking out and worrying she saw Dan arrive in with the boys, a girl in her late teens with them. Em smiled as they came over, Dan kissing her cheek.

“Em, this is Rebecca. She flew out here for the race from England. I met her at the fanzone. She wanted me to give you something but I thought she could do it herself.”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you.” Em looked at the girl who had a sheepish smile on her face before holding out a small bracelet.

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you too. I saw all the media stuff yesterday and it was awful. I’m sorry people made such a big deal about your relationship like that. I don’t get it. But I make bracelets when I’m anxious and I had beads with me so I made this for you. I hope you like it.”

Em stared at the multicoloured beads and grinned. It said FEA in the middle, patterns of blue, purple, and pink beats surrounding it. It was perfect.

“This is gorgeous. Thank you so much. And thanks for being so kind. Do you want me to take a photo of you and Dan in here?”

“Actually could I get one with you? Feel free to say no. I know it might be weird. But you and Britta and Angela make me think that maybe I could work in motorsport? I’m not good at engineering or anything like that. But maybe I could do something else.” She blushed but Em just smiled, moving her bag with London sticking out of the top so she could sit in.

“Sit in here and we can take one. Just don’t put it online? I haven’t been well, I don’t want people seeing it.”

“Oh no! No way. I just want proof this happened, you know? Thank you so much for this.”

Em watched her leave with Blake, a grin on her face and her new Paddock Club lanyard was wrapped around her neck so she could watch qualifying and the race tomorrow in style. Em slipped her FEA bracelet onto her wrist beside her enchante one, the two comforting on her wrist.

“Sorry for springing this on you. She went to give it to me, said “This is for Em, could you give it to her? There’s loads of people supporting her and she should know that.” I thought you’d want to know.”

“She’s lovely. And that means so much. But what do you mean supporting me?”

Dan opened twitter and she went to groan but instead he showed her a hashtag. #Demma4ever was trending under motorsport. She wanted to groan when she first saw it but the one thing she realised was everyone was so sweet. People unsurprised they were together. People defending them from trolls. People defending her specifically from trolls. A twitter thread from someone calling themselves @cowboydan3 who had traced their relationship since 2018 by pointing out all the times they seemed to be together. It warmed her heart.

“All these people? But they’ve never even met me.”

“Not all of them. But there’s people who did at different events and talked about how you were nice to them. Fans who you pointed out to me so I could say hi and take a photo. People who say I’m in a better mood when you’re around. Yeah there’s trolls and bullshit, but most people have gotten to know the real you. They like you, Baby.”

“Yeah. They do. When’s qualifying?” She needed to not talk about it or she’d cry in public again. She couldn’t cry again.

“Thirty minutes. You gonna watch from here or the garage?”

“The garage?”

She stood beside Blake and watched as Dan was knocked out in Q2. The only piece of justice was Lando also got eliminated, so it wasn’t a “Daniel isn’t performing” kind of day. He had two overtakes to make to get into the points. He could do that. That was definitely something that could happen.

Standing in the paddock she spotted Lance and knew she had an opportunity to get some information. When she waved he made a beeline for her, offering a hug that she gave lightly thanks to the sweaty nomex.

“Sorry about your quali, I know it’s not what you wanted. How are you?”

“We’ll get there. I’m doing ok, how’re you? Especially after everything.”

“I’ll be ok. Unexpected, but I’ll be fine. I had a question for you actually!” She kept her smile fixed and hoped her nerves weren’t showing. “Has Esteban said anything to you about what Oscar is doing while he’s looking for a seat? I know he’s Alpine’s reserve this year.”

“No, nothing. We don’t tend to talk about much work stuff. Unless Alonso’s annoyed him. Then he’ll go on a rant but I ignore it. Dan was the only teammate that Esteban really got on with. But no. Why?”

“You know Dan. Young Australian who came to Europe alone too young, plus we got to know Oscar as a Renault junior in 2020. He wanted to check in but Rossi won’t let him anywhere near Alpine so it’s hard to do it.” He laughed before Lance’s osteo, Henry, came to get him for something.

“If I hear anything I’ll tell you. The latest rumour I heard is possibly a Williams seat. Nicky doesn’t think he’ll keep his seat which sucks.”

“Yeah it does, he’s a good one. Thanks Lance, good luck for tomorrow.”

Everyone knew the rumours about the Williams seat being available. The main rumour Em had heard was that it was a Williams junior who’d get it, there were a couple of prospects in F2 depending on how the season went. Fuck. This was real. It was real and all Em wanted to do was curl up and sob but she couldn’t. She had to walk through the paddock and find Blake to talk to him, and then talk to Dan about it.

As she began to walk back to the meeting rooms Em spotted Ted Kravitz, giving him a wave and a nod as she walked past.

“And of course that’s Daniel Ricciardo’s girlfriend walking past. It’s so nice to get to call her his girlfriend, you know that? Everyone’s known for a long time, back when he was at Renault, which of course is now Alpine, she was known for getting a card for everyone for their birthday. It was probably the worst kept secret in this paddock.”

Getting Blake into Dan’s driver room was easy and she put Fearless on through speakers to muffle their voices. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have anywhere near the rest of McLaren but she didn’t have a choice.

“What’s going on, Timmy? Please tell me you’re not leaving again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She fixed him with a glare. “But we need to talk and it needs to be private. Nobody can overhear. What do you know about Mark Webber and how his career ended?”

“He was fed up of F1. I was barely in Red Bull when he was leaving, but he was done and everyone knew about it. Dan was nearly pulled up mid season. Why?”

“He had a meeting with Brown today. I watched them leave Brown’s office just beside the cafeteria. Neither of them realised I was there, the cafeteria was basically empty. But they were there for a long time and we’ve both heard him talk about Dan’s performance.”

“Ems, no. No way. Dan has eighteen months left.” She shook her head and watched Blake’s face carefully as she spoke.

“Dan has a twenty five million dollar contract break clause. He’s working himself to the bone for this team and I’m pretty sure that Piastri is going to be in his car next year. I just…maybe I’m wrong. But when has my gut ever been wrong on this? I know this Blakey. I know it.”

“You’re sure?”

“I mean I wasn’t in the room but what other reason is there for the two of them to have a closed door meeting in between practice and qualifying on a Grand Prix weekend?”

“None. Fuck. But are you really, really sure? Seriously.”

“If my mental health wasn’t in the toilet you’d believe me immediately, right?” A sheepish nod. “I know you probably don’t trust me. I don’t trust me about me sometimes right now. I’m hanging on by a thread. But this is Dan’s career, and the one thing I have always done is put his career before anything else. You know that’s what I do. I wouldn’t say this based on anything else. You know that.”

“I know. I know.” I didn’t think they’d fucking do this. I didn’t think they’d do more to hurt him after last year.”

They agreed to keep it to themselves for now, that Em would tell Dan that night. She didn’t want to mention it before the race but he deserved to know. Part of her brain was blaming herself for it. If she hadn’t left then maybe Imola would have been better and the races wouldn’t have been a mess. But she couldn’t think like that. It wasn’t worth it. She couldn’t change the past.

There was a sponsor gala on that she hadn’t realised was even happening, but she was his official plus one to everything. At least she’d learned to always bring a dress to wear to any fancy event with her. It was the same one she’d worn in Melbourne to the race weekend opening but she didn’t care. The dress was looser than the last time she’d worn it, the corset top hanging rather than snug against her chest and waist. Instead of heels she put on ballet flats and did her makeup perfectly. She could get through this. For Dan.

Being on his arm as his girlfriend was a completely different experience to being there with him as his assistant. She smiled and made small talk with people who actually listened to her because of that title change instead of ignoring her. But finally they were face to face with Brown and his wife. Em kept the smile on her face and shook his hand.

“It’s good to see you back, Emma. We were worried about you. Dan didn’t tell us what was happening.”

“That’s because I asked him not to tell anyone. I was ill for a while, we wanted to make sure that I’d be ok before we let anyone know.” It was the same story they’d told everyone in the paddock who’d asked and he paled slightly at it. Worth every minute of not telling the full truth.

Finally they sat down for the dinner and Em stared at the plate placed in front of her. It was all traditional Azerbaijani food, but the worst part was that it was all baked together. There was nothing separate and she could tell from moving her fork through it that the textures were going to be impossible for her. Her stupid food thing and she was going to embarrass Dan if she didn’t eat anything and she couldn’t. She got some meat on her fork and lifted it to her lips, nibbling. It was tasty. But trying to swallow more than the tiniest bite felt impossible.

“You ok?” Dan whispered and Em nodded.

“I didn’t know this was the food.”

“Blake and Michael both checked there’d be food for you. We can just go back to the hotel. You need to eat something.”

“We can’t leave.”

“I’m not letting my girlfriend starve. Not with everything happening Em. You need food.”

“We can’t.” She took a breath and a sip of water, squeezing his thigh. “I’m not that hungry and I can get food when we’re back at the hotel. I’ll drink water. But listen to me. There’s something weird going on right now at McLaren and you can’t leave. You just can’t. I promise I’ll tell you everything when we get back. Just trust me?”

“I always trust you, Emmy. Promise you’ll tell me?” She could hear the worry in his voice but she just nodded, keeping her face smiling like he’d said something hilarious.

“I promise. Pinkie swear.”

A waiter came by about her full plate but Dan stepped in.

“She’s on a medical diet at the moment. We were told there’d be a special plate put aside.”

“Oh, we’re sorry. There’s none.”

She stayed by his side while they did the rounds to talk to people and sit through speeches. Dan’s hand stayed in the small of her back as she nodded and smiled and kept her mouth shut unless it was something she was confident about. Food was the last thing she wanted to deal with when they got back to the hotel. She wanted to go to bed and forget about the day, but that wasn’t going to happen. Instead they got in the same car as Lando to get back to the hotel.

“I mean I get why they didn’t give options but do they not realise picky eaters exist? It was kinda alright but I’d have liked a heads up! What about you, Em? Did you like the food?”

“Didn’t have much, medical diet.”

“Oh. I’m glad you’re back now. He was a mopey git while you weren’t travelling.”

Em knew it was just the younger man’s turn of phrase but she kept a tight hold of Dan’s hand to make sure he knew she was there. Thankfully it was a quiet drive back to the hotel. All the Hiltons in the world felt the same after a year of being sponsored by them. Walk in, hotel reception on the left, lifts around the corner and beside a vending machine. They shared the lift with Lando who waved as he stepped off on his floor. Em kept a hold of Dan’s arm until they were inside his room and he pulled her into a hug.

It wasn’t until she’d ordered room service and it was delivered that she was willing to speak. Once she had this conversation she knew she wouldn’t eat for the rest of the night. Then Dan would get annoyed and it would hurt more than it could ever help and that was the last thing she wanted to happen. So instead Em took a couple of bites of chicken teriyaki while mulling over how to say the words that she knew would devastate her boyfriend.

“When I was in hospitality between practice and qualifying I sat in the corner so nobody spotted me. I didn’t realise that I could see Zak’s office. Mark Webber came out of a long meeting in there shaking Zak’s hand and they left together about five minutes before you came in.”

It was silent in the room until Dan let out a long sigh. He slowly lay back on the bed, his head hitting the mattress. Em watched as he took deep breaths before undoing his bow tie and the top button of his shirt.

“On Saturday night in Monaco, just before I got you from Aston Martin, Andreas called me into his office. He told me that my seat is at risk if I don’t perform better. Fuck. Fuck!” He whisper yelled the last word and sat up while rubbing his face. “I didn’t want to worry you, that’s why I didn’t tell you what he said. You were so fucking fragile Baby. I couldn’t. You still are. I thought it was just a warning.”

“Is it because I left?” The words hung in the air for a moment and she wanted to get sick. Fuck. Fuck all of it. She left and Dan struggled and now he was going to lose his seat and it was all her fault how could she have done that to him?”

“No, no. No Baby. I promise you it’s not because you left.” He pulled his suit jacket off while coming over to pull her into his arms and push a kiss to her head. “I just can’t make the car work. It steers weird and the braking doesn’t work the same was as any other car I’ve ever driven. You being here makes it easier to clear my head when I’m not stuck in the car. But you made me promise in Spa that day to have a clear head before I get in the car. I swear, I clear my mind every single time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Because I couldn’t. You just came back and I was so scared you’d leave again. If I told you you’d blame yourself and leave. I couldn’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for not telling you.”

“Don’t be sorry.” She held his face with her fingers and looked up at him. “You were right not to say anything then. I was barely thinking then. I still barely am. I couldn’t hear it.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“And I still forgive you. I love you, you did the right thing, Danny. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. If he said that on Wednesday I might have walked away. But I’m not finished. I think I have more left in me.”

She lay on the bed and pulled Dan into her. Getting changed out of her dress was too much work, he needed to be loved and held and cared for. Tears began rolling down his face as she clung to him, her fingers carding through his curls.

“Remember when we were in lockdown on the farm? I promised you when you were deciding if you were going to leave Renault then that I wasn’t going anywhere. The colour you wear on race week isn’t going to change my mind about that. I said it then and I’m saying it now and I mean every word of it. I love you so much and not being together nearly killed both of us. You can learn to be a mechanic and a househusband with our unicorns.” A wet laugh bubbled out of his chest as her words settled into him and she kept talking.

“We can have our barn with our horses and our kids like we talked about. I don’t care about going and working in some office. We can have breakfast for dinner and lunch and breakfast. Pancakes three times a day, yeah?”

“I thought you hate my cooking?”

“I like your breakfasts. And I love you. I don’t love the Honey Badger. I don’t love DannyRic. I love my Danny. You’re the man who taught me that love can be a good thing. Yeah it hurts sometimes but it’s worth it. I want my life with you, whether that’s F1 or endurance or Indycar or anything else. I want you, Baby. I’m going to follow you to the end of the world. Do you hear me? Whatever you want to do next. I’m going to be holding your hand and right there by your side. Wherever you want to go. I promise.” Her voice was low as he sobbed into her dress. He’d held her as she sobbed the week before and it was her turn now. He was her boy and she wasn’t leaving him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you so much, Baby.” She stayed there holding him as he cried himself to sleep and then just stared at him for hours. Dan needed to get it all out. He’d been holding it in since she left and he needed to cry. Em held him and ran her fingers through his hair and watched as he finally fell into some kind of a restful sleep.

It was another disturbed night for her but she woke to banging on the hotel room door, Dan turning his head into her to get away from it.

“One minute, Baby. Lemme get it.” She squeezed his shoulder before answering the door. Michael was on the other side, his face changing when he saw her attire.

“Dan’s meant to be at breakfast, what’s going on? Why are you…?” He trailed off and indicated to her outfit.

“It was a bad night. Order something for Dan for breakfast, we’ll be down in fifteen. Order me some toast please? Just toast, and if they’ve got smooth peanut butter some of that too. Otherwise plain toast.”

“Can you make it ten?” If she was honest she didn’t think she could make it in fifteen, but ten was definitely out of the question.”

“Fifteen. We’ll be down.”

Getting Dan up and changed was hard but she did it, putting on yet another merch tee and carrying a bag he gave her. Everything screamed “I’m Daniel Ricciardo’s girlfriend” and she didn’t care that it did. She needed to be his to the world. Em was broken and battered and in pain, but her Danny needed her. So she was standing beside him and staring down the world while holding his hand and supporting him because that was what he needed. She could do this.

Walking into breakfast the mood at the table was quiet. They all ate something, Dan swapping the bowl of yogurt and granola at her place for his egg white omelette.

“Mate that was-“

“Em doesn’t eat mixed up food. And she doesn’t eat granola because of the texture. At least this way she’s eating something. When have you ever seen her eat granola?” Michael shushed at Dan’s words, at the clear tension in both of their shoulders. She picked at the omelette before passing more than half of it back to Dan. He was the one racing. He needed to eat. The fucking race.

Arriving to the paddock had her heart in her throat. This was race day. The big event. There were cameras about to be on her and as little as she wanted to see them she knew it had to happen. Sitting in the back of the car Dan looked across at her.

“You can wait for me to go through. I don’t mind.”

“I’m going inside holding your hand. I’m a wag now, i have to act the part. Right?” He grinned at her but the smile didn’t reach his eyes this time.

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”

Her pass scanned easily and let her through the turnstiles as the photographers at the entrance got a picture of Dan waiting for her while holding his hand out. She ignored the loud shouts and just focused on moving forward one step at a time. Dan’s hand was a comforting weight in hers as she kept one foot going in front of the other.

“Emma! Dan! Over here!” The calls were coming from each side but her sunglasses hid her worry. Instead they made it to the FIA building before someone else arrived and attention was taken away from them. It was a relief and she was able to relax a little bit. Race mornings were always hectic and she kissed Dan goodbye before sitting in front of McLaren with a coffee to watch the paddock go by.

“Is this seat taken?” She turned and saw Carmen asking, smiling and gesturing for the younger woman to sit down. They’d texted once or twice, given each other cafe recommendations for London and chatted when they saw each other in the paddock. “Welcome to the official ‘I’m dating a Formula One driver’ group. How’re you doing with the media attention?”

“It’s a lot.” Carmen knew what it was like, Em was able to be as honest as possible with her. “I mean I had it anyway because of work and all the speculation. But this is different. Plus I haven’t been around so yeah, it’s a lot. Hopefully it’ll die down.”

“It will. It’s bad the first couple of races but then it’ll relax because you’re there most weekends. You’ll be fine. I just wanted to check in because I know you were sick. Are you feeling better?”

The nerves and worry and fear from the night before were coming back in full force but she bit her tongue and nodded until she was ready to speak. “It’s gonna take time. But I’m getting there.”

“If you want to talk about it I’m here. I get the going from being in the normal world and then diving in here. Or if you want to get food or a coffee. Lily will be in Silverstone for Alex’s home race. We’re both going to get food the Thursday before. You’re welcome to come for dinner with us as just the girls.”

“Maybe? Dan’s parents are in Europe, they’ll be in England then. Plus we’re trying to find somewhere to live. It’s a whole thing.”

“The offer is there. Especially race weeks if you have time away from work. If I don’t see you later I’ll see you in Montreal? Susie asked if I knew if you were going. She said to say thanks about that restaurant in Melbourne, Jack loved it.”

“Tell her she’s welcome. And yeah, I’ll be in Montreal but it depends how I feel? I’m still doing a slow return to work so we’ll see how it goes.”

She watched Carmen walk away as her hair shone in the sun, effortlessly walking around the paddock like a model. Would she ever get to that stage? She could do it when Dan was at Renault, but most of that was because she blended into everyone when she wore the Renault shirts. It was different now.

Her spot outside hospitality meant that she could people watch while she did some googling. Searches for online therapy turned to hybrid therapy and finding someone she could see in person when she was in London. One therapist had open slots so she booked an initial appointment online. The time difference would suck while she was in Montreal but it was worth it. She needed this. She needed to work through the pain and the grief and the heartbreak she felt over the last few months because Dan needed her and she needed to keep him together.

She went to lunch with the boys and Dan before standing in the back of the garage and kissing the side of his helmet before he got into the car to bring it out to the grid.

“Go fast and be safe, ok?” She looked into his eyes, visor still up. “I love you no matter what happens. I promise.”

A squeeze of her hands was everything Dan needed to do to show his love and she stood in her spot in the garage just waiting. Her pass gave her grid access but she never went up there. Going on the grid felt like she’d be a distraction.

Watching Dan cross the line in P6 made her grin, hugging Blake close. She knew it wasn’t enough. Something in her knew that anything short of a race win wouldn’t be enough. But he beat Lando and that was what she really cared about. She would get to walk out of the paddock holding Dan’s hand, and the next morning they were flying straight to Montreal to have a couple of days together before the chaos of the next race began.

She could do this. She could do it. She wasn’t going to break. She was going to make sure that she kept going forward. For her, and for Dan.

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colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (2)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter summary: It's 2014. Tilly fills up the position temporarily as Red Bull's Communication Liaison and meets the man she spoke to all those years ago in Dubai... only for her to realize that he's her best friend's Team Principal. Lewis Hamilton is more than amused with her situation, if anything.

Content warning: Age gap, mentions of an absence of a father figure, brief use of explicit language, mentions of nepotism, discussion of mental health and burnouts. Platonic!Lewis Hamilton content, Platonic!Daniel Ricciardo content. Fictional family and business involved (Hearth family and Hearth Automotives Group). One character is fictional but came from a family (Ford family). NO PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS INVOLVED SORRY

Note: This is actually my demon time. I took a break from posting too much Danny Ric even if I love him sm (this fic needs attention a little bit). Should I make him go feral and chaotic again? I dunno. But anyways, here's for the Toto stans. Please tell me what you think in many ways - reblog and reply even! Enjoy xx

ii. tilly marie wants to go to hell

Tilly Marie.

That is the name that hides everything that relates to my life and purpose. Truthfully, everyone knows who I am, but I act like a stranger to everyone who works in the location during the races. Everyone has heard of my name but never really knew what I look like. Of course, they would know who I am. I’m sharing my surname with the man who partially owned three teams— all through his shares.

Julius Hearth is a billionaire who invested much more in motorsport than he should have in his racing career. Instead of becoming a professional driver, he remains a billionaire, relatively close to creating a monopoly in the racing industry.

A greedy man, they call him. He dislikes the idea of being unable to control his businesses. He could have sold his shares before, yet he keeps a tight grip over each of his holdings and keeps his position in each team as an executive. He’s not even the one at the race right now. He has his daughter act on his behalf and play his part in keeping his teams popular.

The surname Hearth is practically engraved in each team’s zones. I hate it. Wherever I go, even if I hadn’t attended a grand prix for a while now, eyes would settle on me. Everyone knows my name. I hate it. It should have been Ford instead, maybe I would have allowed it.

And so I stuck with Tilly Marie. Tilly Hearth catches the eyes of everyone in the racing industry. Tilly Marie is just a woman with access to three zones and additional pit access from her friend. Tilly Hearth is for business— for handling problems and solutions in media outlets and communications.

Now that I think of it, I remember considering quitting my job before I was even told to attend the British GP. Have you ever been so exhausted from doing what you love? Or is that something not really something you desire?

I enjoy writing fashion and design articles for everyone’s entertainment. But to be told you’ll be given a better angle on the following magazine issues and still drooling after that promise? Now that’s just an embarrassment.

Everyone I’m close to knows how badly I am treated at the company. Their sympathy came with advice to leave the company. Yet, despite the gratitude that I felt, I refuse to resign. I have faith in my career. They’ll give me a better angle soon enough. Or not.

One of the many people who told me to quit is here standing behind the gate. His tightly braided hair is covered with a branded cap. His chest is covered in a white polo. He stands there with a cheeky grin as he holds his arms out. Lewis Hamilton never failed to make me smile.

He engulfs me with a tight embrace and lifts me slightly in joy. We have not even exchanged words yet, but I am already smiling widely.

“Oh, Tilly, I thought you wouldn't come!” Lewis exclaims once that he puts me down. I straighten my slightly wrinkled skirt and look at him with a questioning frown. “You’re going to watch me win in person this time!”

“You act like I don’t see you almost every month,” I scoff, shaking my head at his pout.

“You haven’t attended any of my races for almost six years,” he points out, referring to his championship when he was in McLaren. That’s how we met. My father was bored and had decided to buy a part of McLaren, Lewis’ first team. I hung around him more often during the past few seasons while I consulted with my father’s other teams - Scuderia Ferrari and Red Bull. Lewis values our friendship more than his team, as we remained friends after he departed from McLaren.

I was going to protest and defend myself, but he cut me off before I could even talk. “You were working hard at Vogue, I know,” he rolls his eyes before he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer as we walk down the Mercedes zone. He still has an assistant with him, and she’s nice enough to ensure that Lewis isn’t doing something stupid like getting our photos taken by paps while his arm is around me. I can see the headlines we’ll make if they see me.

Tilly Hearth’s Comeback Spiced Up by Forbidden Romance as She Snuggles with Mercedes Driver

The Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous: Lewis Hamilton Seen Cozying Up with the Hearth Group Heiress

He continues, “I love you. You know that, right?”

I nod as he playfully scolds me, “Then why aren’t you listening to me? To your three sisters, even? You’re writing a smaller piece in a magazine for how long? Six years? Why don’t you quit and find a better opportunity?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” I frown, slightly shoving him away while his arm remains wrapped around me. I try kicking him in the leg, but he quickly avoids my attack as he laughs. People that walked past scowl at us. “I knew I should’ve stayed on the Red Bull pit.”

“In my year of winning? At the British GP?” He scoffs haughtily. “You wound me, Tilly Marie.”

“And while I’m against the idea of staying in your paddock, I’m glad we can agree on calling me by that name so I'm staying because I love you that much,” I grin, kissing him on the cheek as we arrive at the Mercedes hospitality.

Indeed, I haven’t attended a race for a while now. Putting more time into my job would give me a way to a promotion or an opportunity to publish a meaningful piece in the magazine. But as years go on, I’m slowly backing away from that optimism. So being in this event… yeah, I think I’ll choose this lifestyle once more over that god-awful thing I call a career.

Still, why haven’t I quit yet? I have little faith in them. I might as well resign. But this advice came from other people. It didn’t come from me. They cannot change my mind, and I wish I’m not this stubborn and stupid. I wish Lewis would bang my head against the wall to get me to quit.

I know that I have more options if I quit. But even then, I know my options will come straight from my surname and father. Nepotism follows me wherever I go; even if it’s inevitable, I try to control the fire before it spreads. I know that using my name will not help me learn more.

Even Lewis knows how much it’ll affect my career in a different industry. One that isn’t racing. It’s bad enough that everyone knows me by name, but to use it proudly? Yeah no. Lewis keeps me humbled by calling me Tilly Marie. I love him because of that.

All of those thoughts have left me alone when I hear a voice ring out behind the two of us. One that calls for Lewis, which has my friend turning around. Out of curiosity and instinct, I immediately turned around to see who called for him.

Would it be a shame to admit that the man you met eight years ago looked as handsome as before? No. Maybe not.

My eyes respectfully move from his attractive face down to the polo that he’s wearing. Slight chest hair peeking out from the unbuttoned collars as my eyes finally look at the title on his chest.

Team Principal

Mercedes AMG Petronas

While it’s not something to be ashamed of, admitting that the older man is attractive will cause bloodshed. One that would begin with Lewis.

I must admit the man in front of me makes me nervous now that I have grown older. My legs will turn jelly if I hear his accent again.

“Ah, you have a guest,” the older man smiles at me almost charmingly.

My legs didn’t turn into jelly. But I wish I had gone to hell earlier than expected because of the heat I can feel on my face. All because of this man.

Lewis doesn’t catch the reddening of my cheeks. Instead, he nudges me with a grin, saying, “Of course I have. You know how I want people to watch me win.”

“I like that confidence,” the man chuckles, probably still staring at me while my eyes remain on the floor.

Lewis nudges me again, leaving me to clutch the strap of the bag that nearly fell off my shoulder. I glare at him, and he doesn’t see it as he introduces me, “Tils! This is Toto Wolff. He’s the Mercedes team principal. Toto, this is Tilly Marie. She’s a friend.”

I can’t longer avoid his eyes as I look up at his dark eyes. I have forgotten how to speak briefly before I clear my throat and greet the man, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Wolff.”

His stare isn’t intimidating. That’s what I think, but my body says otherwise. Suddenly, the hospitality feels 30 degrees celsius hotter because of his look.

But he doesn’t say anything about my obvious situation, and with Lewis not saying anything, I assume he doesn’t notice. The team principal then extends his hand in my direction as his accent leaves a tingling sensation in my ears with the words, “It’s lovely to meet you. Miss…?”

Oh um. Shit.

Suddenly the roller coaster in my stomach fades as I stammer, “Hearth. Tilly. Tilly Marie.” I immediately reach for his hand to shake as I shudder slightly. God, those hands are cold. I still shake his hand like a fan excited to meet her idol. Lewis, god loves him, has immediately put a stop to it by putting an arm on my side.

Not realizing I'm still holding his hand, I immediately pull away and offer Toto a sheepish smile and apology. I’m 28, turning 29. I’m not 18. I’m still acting like a child.

But my internal dialogue is interrupted by a hum coming out from Toto. He watches me move in one place, assumingely unable to reply for a moment. He's thinking of something and it's unnerving.

The silence doesn’t last long as he finally asks, “Are you Julius Hearth’s relative, by any chance? You look a bit like him.”

I immediately answer, my voice slightly cracking, saying, “Yes. Yes. I’m the eldest daughter.”

Knowing my family history, Lewis winces at the title I used to describe myself. Even he knows that this is a sore spot for me.

“Ah,” Toto hums in understanding, nodding at the response while he looks around. It seems our surroundings don't interest him, all while people around us are beginning to whisper at the drop of my name and relationship with a prominent figure in the racing business.

Nevertheless, he ignores the whispering and instead tells me, “It’s surprising to see you here, Miss Hearth—“

“Just call me Tilly,” I immediately interrupted him with the insistence of a worried person. “Tilly works just fine.”

He doesn’t blink at it, even if I can tell he has a question or so at my insistence. He continues regardless, “Well, Tilly, it’s surprising to see you here, in a rival team’s hospitality.”

I only laugh at that. I laugh at him like he’s an idiot. Or the other way around. He’s calling me an imbecile in his head now, I tell myself as I watch his brows wrinkle slightly.

I tell him, “I’m here as a friend of your driver, Mr. Wolff. And I can hardly be biased about teams seeing as Julius purchased some shares from almost each. There are no playing favourites in my book.”

“Is that right?” He asks with amusement in his voice.

“I like to play fair,” I shrug and offer him a grin, “besides, I’m not as good at interpreting races as he is. I’m only here to keep their head checked before they can lash out in front of the cameras.”

He likes that response even though I mentioned I have limited motorsport knowledge. He chuckles again, nodding in my direction and at Lewis, who I have almost forgotten is with me.

He doesn’t say anything to me anymore and tells Lewis, “Remember your interview.”

“Yes, sir,” Lewis nods at him.

Toto looks at me again and suggests, “Miss Tilly, you should be in our zone more often.”

For once, my face hasn’t flushed. I offer him a grateful smile and joke, “It’s a bad idea to give me such a privilege. I suppose you’ll see more of me then, Mr. Wolff.”

“Call me Toto, liebling,” Toto tells me with a wink, “besides, I won’t complain if I see you here— I might as well snatch you up from Red Bull and McLaren, hm? Or is Ferrari also a competition I have to fight for?”

He turns around and leaves the premise, walking away from us with a big smile while Lewis and I remain silent.

There’s a scoff that leaves Lewis’ mouth. I watch him shake his head and ask, “What? Did I do something?”

“No, no, love,” Lewis answers, chuckling in disbelief as he says, “I can’t believe I just watched my boss hit on my best friend.”

“Who says you’re my best friend? Sylv, Steve and Aims are my best friends,” I scoff.

“Stevie, Sylvie and Aimee are your sisters, love. There’s a big difference–whatever, you were just flirting with my boss!” He exclaims, making other people look at us at the abrupt loudness.

I wish I had gone to hell earlier.

#formula one fanfiction #formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one smau #formula one x oc #toto wolff fic #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff imagine #lewis hamilton imagine #mercedes amg imagine #mercedes imagine #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 smau #daniel ricciardo x ofc

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unluckyhoneybee · 10 months

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Oh I love fluffy Daniel 🤗 I dunno maybe him with your newborn or him being a cute bf 💕

"Okay, cool. How do we do this?"

It was the first time he was left completely alone with the baby and he wasn't used to the whole thing yet. It was easier when you were there. He felt more confident if you were by his side. But you needed a break for a couple of hours.

With Danielle on his arm, peacefully sleeping, and bags on his free hand, he was staring at the door trying to think of how to open it. The little girl was tight sleep but he kept asking stuff to her.

"Do you think I could... No. Not working. And if... Shit, it isn't working either. Maybe... Fuck, no"

He really couldn't put two in two and come up with how to open the door with a baby in one hand and groceries in the other. Which was really entertaining. Toy had arrived only a second later but had stayed in incognito mode inside your car, watching your boyfriend deal with everything so calmly but awkwardly.

"Danny, you are not a good help" He told his daughter. "I can't believe we have the same name. It's going to be so easy for mum when she gets angry at us" He laughed at his own joke and looked at her. "You are cute"

"The ice cream will melt"

He almost droped the bags when he heard your voice.

"Shit" He looked at you with big brown eyes. "Since when"

"I arrived just after you, but you were too busy"

"Help?" He pouted.

You giggled and grabbed the bags.

"No, babe that's too..."

"Danny. I'm fine. The doctor said everything is fine. I can do this"

He bit his lip to not smile like a kid. He was so in love.

"Come on" You called when you saw him standing outside.

"Yes"

He ran inside and the movement woke Danielle up.

"Shit" He groaned and pulled her up to her chest. "Sorry, princess. I forgot you were asleep" He said caressing her back and making her hide on his neck. "Payback for last night, huh"

You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone and took a picture.

"Why is that?" He smiled.

You walked to him and put your arms around his waist to have a look of Danielle's face. "She won't stay this tiny for ever"

He smiled softly. "We can always make more"

"Yeah, you are not getting close in a while"

"Oh c'mon..."

"She doesn't seem this tiny when she is coming out of you, Daniel"

He rolled his eyes dramatically and turned down to her. She nuzzled closer to her dad and he smiled with rosy cheeks. "I have a baby"

You giggled and kissed his cheek before kissing her head.

"Let's go and get the ice cream in the refrigerator and then bath your baby"

"Bath time, Danny, did you hear that?"

#Daniel ricciardo #Dr #dad!driver #Blurb #Fluff #F1

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ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds · 6 months

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Done with Blood Fest Week 4! Keywords were “enliven” and “raw”, and I used the prompts “mask”, “knife”, and “venom”. Fun fact, Danny Johnson was my first ever slasher crush, but I’ve never actually written for him before. So I figured this was a good chance to go ahead and do that! Dunno if I’ll write him again, but I enjoyed this.

And I hope you guys do too! <3

Epitome of Sweet Misery

AO3 link: Here

Pairing: Danny Johnson/Ghostface x GN Reader

Rating: Mature, NSFW

Word Count: 1,123

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, knifeplay, painplay, marking, crying, grinding, choking, threat of death, toxic relationship, it’s not Stockholm Syndrome but it’s got that kind of vibe, voice kink, only mildly tho, implied blowjobs, written with the intent of Ghostface being Danny Johnson but tbh it’s vague enough that you can imagine whichever Ghostface you want

You knew it was on purpose. You knew he wanted it to hurt.

Yes, the alcohol was to keep the wound sterilized – “Can’t have you dying on me yet,” he’d whispered, saccharine venom dripping from the words. But the fact that it did hurt, that every dab of the alcohol-soaked cloth after every slice sent fire roaring through your veins? It was fully intentional.

He wasn’t stupid. But he did love to make you squirm.

The gloved hand shifted against your back. You braced yourself. With tender, agonizing slowness, the tip of the knife dragged against your skin. Your flesh split open, spilling more blood down your back and sides, and you grit your teeth, twisted your fingers in the sheets and squeezed your eyes shut to keep more tears from falling. Then the alcohol-soaked cloth followed. Needle-sharp pain burned through the cut. You choked on a sob and shuddered through it, riding out the pain until it faded and only a drunken, dream-like high was left.

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he purred. The cheap plastic of his mask brushed against your shoulder. Even with its presence, even with the voice changer, you could still hear the smile in his voice. “You’re doing so good, baby. Only three letters to go.”

He slid his free hand around your waist and pulled you flush against him, your back to the solidness of his front. The fabric of his costume rubbed against your raw, sensitive wounds, and you twitched, biting down a noise of discomfort. But then you were biting down a moan as he rolled his hips and made it impossible to ignore the hardness pressed up against your ass.

A promise for what was to come once you were finished.

It had been his idea – to carve his moniker into your flesh, to mark you as his. The two of you’d been going at this long enough that you might as well make it official, and who needed a ring when he had a knife? Who needed to announce it to the world when it could be your secret? If he’d said it any earlier, before your fear and dread of his visits shifted to eagerness and anticipation, you would’ve screamed at him. Told him no, are you insane? Permanently fucking up your body so you could never truly be free from him? No. No. He could go shove that knife up his ass.

But now? Once the shock had worn off, glee had taken hold. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know his real name, his real face. He wanted you. He wanted you so badly that he wanted to carve his want into your flesh. The idea of that name – Ghostface – permanently etched into your skin, knowing that you’d be explicitly undeniably his, body and soul, forever….

It was worth it. Worth the pain. Worth the agonizing, teeth-gritting, sob-inducing pain.

You drew in a shaky breath.

Only three letters to go.

“Come on.” He traced little circles along your abdomen, just low enough to be tantalizing. “Don’t give up now. You’re so close.” The way he said it, so suggestively, voice dropping at the last word – your insides clenched. “I’m so close.” Another roll of his hips. You moaned softly.

“Okay,” you panted out. “Okay.”

You leaned forward, giving him access to your back. He hummed with satisfaction and stroked your skin. Admiring the canvas of your body. Before putting brush to canvas and painting it red again.

You held your breath, heart hammering its way up your throat as he cut and carved and sanitized. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. One cut. Two cuts. A third. A swipe of the alcohol cloth that made you dig your fingernails into your palms and bury your teeth into your lip. The letter “A” done. A long, curving cut next for the “C”. Another wipe of the alcohol cloth. He was hard against you as a sob threatened to escape. He was enjoying this, your pain, your struggle to contain it. Somewhere deep inside, bitterness festered at the thought. But it was soothed by a sweet caress, by a whispered, “You’re so good for me. Almost there, baby.”

And oh, did you want to be good for him.

You were soaked in sweat and blood at this point. Lungs too small as you tried to get enough air in to combat the pain, to keep from jerking away or squirming at the wrong moment. Almost there almost there almost there. Four more cuts, one more swipe of alcohol, and you were done.

Fuck, fuck, you could do this.

One cut. The vertical stem of the “E”. A whimper forced its way out. A tremor went through your body. You desperately clutched at the sheets. Then a horizontal line coming from the bottom of the stem. Pain burned through every muscle, every vein, every atom.

Then the third line.

You couldn’t help it. A cry burst out of you as you arched in pain. Then a hand clamped around your throat, cutting you off mid-sob. You choked. Struggled for air. Writhed.

“You were doing so well,” he hissed in your ear. Even as he sounded angry, he sounded excited, enlivened, as if your failure was just more fuel for his pleasure. “You were so close. You almost did it perfectly. And you messed it up at the last second.”

You clawed at his fingers around your windpipe. Your head swam, pulse pounding like a jackhammer to the skull. And then he let you go. You doubled over, hacking and desperately sucking air in. Even as you struggled to breathe, heat and arousal flooded your system. At this point, what was the threat of death but an aphrodisiac?

“What am I going to do with you, hmm?” You barely heard his words over the sound of your own coughing. Not till fingers were digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look into the lifeless eyes of the contorted, screaming mask. Tears blurred your vision, even as you thought, He loves me. Surely, he loves me. “Now what?” he whispered.

You could guess. Punishment, of some kind. A teasing, delicious, cruel punishment where he got to cum and you didn’t, where he used you like a mindless fucktoy to satisfy his own pleasure and you weren’t allowed to give yourself any release.

“Get down on the ground.”

You instantly crawled off the bed and dropped to your knees. And as you looked up at him, at that pale visage as he stood before you and started unbuckling his belt, anticipation heated your gut and pooled lower down.

What were you if not a loving victim and a perfect plaything?

#ace writes #sfbf23 #danny johnson #ghostface #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #notsft

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icepopstar5105us · 1 year

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Old story, but since dpxdc crossovers are a thing now…

MARTIAN MANHUNTER ADOPTS IMMORTAL TIME APPRENTICE DANNY PHANTOM

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“Danny.” Clockwork said, pulling him into a hug, “I love you, and I wish I could prevent you from experiencing what you must experience. However, the Observants have spoken, and there’s nothing I can do.”

“I’ll be fine, Dad.” Danny smiled sadly, “Besides, I’m immortal now, so I won’t die - well, half die, that is.”

“Rain down the Netherlands on those evil aliens.” Clockwork advised, “And trust only the Martian who is unlike the rest, a martian named J’onn J’onzz, and all whom he sees as comrades. Tell him that you heard of the oncoming threat, and came to help, but didn’t know until recently of the threat. That is the truth. The time stream that we needed started to fade in that area, and I realized too late that it needed to be changed.”

“Thank you, Dad, for everything. I love you, too.” Danny smiled sadly, having realized the fading timeline meant he might not be able to come back.

“I can see you have discovered the risk.” Clockwork smiles sadly, tears in his eyes, “Please, my son, seek to find happiness, and if you decide you need another father figure, I give you my blessing to call him your dad. After all, I only wish for your happiness, and hope you’ll find love wherever you go.”

“Thank you, Dad, goodbye.” A portal opened up, and Danny walked through, “I love you.” Clockwork cried softly, and Danny could hear him through the portal.

“I love you, son. More than you’ll ever know.”

Danny reached his destination, and saw a Martian looking in need of help. The rest of his friends laid scattered dead. Danny saw the evil aliens about to kill him. Danny shot forward, threw them back, and froze them.

“Come on!” Danny told him telepathically. His head shot up as Danny pulled him around a corner.

“What?! Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? Why did you help me?” The Martian sent a whirlwind of questions into his head.

“I’m Danny, or Phantom, and I am a friend who got here too late. I want to help; tell me how, and tell me your name.” Danny told the Martian.

“I am J’onn J’onzz.” The Martian told Danny, “And we need to use this bomb to paralyze the White Martian Invaders, but we need to hide it in a corridor around here!”

“Okay.” Danny grinned, and took the bomb, placing it in the floor using his intangibility.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” The Martian berated himself.

“I dunno, but we gotta go, right, unless you wanna be paralyzed with these guys?” Danny asked. J’onn nodded in agreement, and started running off. The two quickly got lost, and the bombs went off. After a while, they were trapped in with the White Martians, and, when the enemies were free, the two were trapped as examples of what the White Martians have defeated. They sat in their cell, knowing they could not escape without setting the White Martians free. The White Martians were growing restless, and they kept trying to get out, but to no avail. They would torture the two of them for information on how to escape, but neither would say a thing. J’onn listened to Danny’s full life story, and Danny listened to J’onn. The two were close friends, and they plotted ways to annoy the White Martians. They were experiencing the daily torture section 500 years later when...

BOOM! The sound of the doors opening was deafening, the White Martian torturing them ran off, leaving their cell door open. Danny, and J’onn stumbled out, and ran towards the gate to save whatever fool had opened the thing. However, they were too late, and the White Martians took off for earth, leaving a dead human. We looked at each other, eyes wide. They were going to destroy earth!

“Can you fly?” Danny asked J’onn telepathically.

“Yes.” The martian admitted, “But it is a very long way! The White Martians have jets, amongst other things; they’ll get there first! Besides, you know they’ll infiltrate earth slowly. No one will believe us until it’s too late!”

“Then that gives us plenty of time to get there, and hopefully, if we hurry, we can bypass the White Martians.” Danny grinned at J’onn, “I can see a shortcut if we go this way! Come on!”

The martian shook his head, a soft smile on his lips as Danny dragged him away with a sample of the plant used to paralyze the White Martians in his hand, “Sometimes, I forget that you are a child, and then there’s moments like these where I am reminded.” Danny just winked at him, a silly grin on his face. With that they shot off towards Earth. They flew for about a year. The White Martians did get there first, but they accidentally let the two bypass. They landed on earth, and military vans surrounded them.

“Hey, it’s okay!” Danny put his hands in a surrender position as the military, lifted their guns, “We come in peace, the White Martians about to invade your planet that we came to warn you about, not so much.” The militants glared at Danny.

“Capture them.” The general ordered. Danny groaned, and let himself be arrested. J’onn sighed, and let the militants apprehend him as well. The men trapped then in a stasis field, and left them to rot. J’onn, and Danny discovered that they could still communicate fully to each other through telepathy, but to no one else. They decided to send out a message to any inhuman earth citizens, but the messages that were supposed to warn them of danger were jumbled. They pressed on. Then, suddenly, J’onn got the message to a kryptonian.

“I got it through!” J’onn told Danny.

“Good!” Danny thought back happily. There was a bang on the door down the hall, as their savior began to bash his way in.

“Hold it Superman!” a voice demanded from outside the door, “Destroying government property isn’t your style, what’s going on?”

“See for yourself.” The kryptonian told the stranger, and the door was ripped off. Danny could hear their footsteps, and the second door rip open as the two made their way into the room. Danny was glad he was still in Phantom form.

“What are those?”

“Mankind’s only hope.” Superman replied. With that he freed us, and we both stumbled to the ground. Batman caught me, and Superman caught J’onn.

“They were trying to reach out to me telepathically, but because of the stasis field the messages were jumbled up.” Superman told the other, “When I finally understood, I came immediately to save them.”

“What are they doing here?” The other man asked unsurely.

“The invasion.” The two aliens said in sync telepathically. The unknown man stepped back.

“We came to warn you,” Danny continued, “but…”

“We were captured, and imprisoned here.” J’onn sighed.

“They wouldn’t listen.” Danny finished.

“Big surprise.” The guy said sarcastically.

“I sense you do not trust me.” J’onn told him, “Perhaps this will help?” J’onn changed his appearance to one slightly more human-like, the man took a few more steps back, but J’onn didn’t seem to notice as he spoke aloud, “I am J’onn J'onzz.” He held out his hand for a handshake.

“I’m Danny, or Phantom.” Danny grinned at them, “Just FYI.” He flew up, and sat on his comrade’s shoulder. The man’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t take it personally, guys.” Superman sighed, “He doesn’t trust anybody.”

“A wise policy.” The two others said in sync. They looked at each other, and chuckled slightly.

“Come on,” Superman’s determined voice got their attention quickly, “We’ve got an invasion to stop.” Superman began to walk the group through the large holes he’d made in the walls, and telling them the plan.

“Wow.” Danny muttered, looking at the huge holes in the wall, “You sure did a number on this place.” Superman blushed pink, and Danny blushed a vibrant green. Batman stared at Danny in surprise, but didn’t comment.

“Stop right there, Superman.” The General from earlier growled, “You’re trespassing in a restricted area. Our orders are to keep those freaks here!”

“Wait!” Superman dived in between the heroes, and the General, “I’ll vouch for them! You must let us go!”

“I don’t think so.” The General stated. Danny was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

“But the world’s security might be at stake!” Superman protested.

“That’s why they’ll never leave here alive.” The General and the soldiers behind him morphed into White Martians.

“Oh, come on!” Danny shouted, “Give us a break!!!”

In the ensuing battle, the man, who still hadn’t told Danny his name, didn’t see an invader come up behind him.

“Watch out!” J’onn shouted, and Danny phased through batman, before turning solid and taking the blast.

“DANNY!” Danny heard J’onn shout as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Danny woke up on J’onn’s lap in… a black jet?

“Danny!” J’onn sounded so relieved, “Thank goodness you’re alright.”

“That was close.” The man from earlier stated, while flying the jet.

“We’re not free yet, look.” J’onn turned his head towards the White Martian’s intergalactic space jets.The other man tried to dodge, but eventually a wing was knocked off, and they began to plummet into a ravine. Superman was shot away from behind them. All seemed lost when suddenly, a green light surrounded the jet, and it stopped falling. Danny gasped.

“What happened?” Batman asked.

“Help has arrived.” J’onn replied. Danny looked up, and saw a Green Lantern using the power ring to lift the jet. When he looked another direction, a woman with eagle wings was attacking the jets. He grinned, and intangibly floated up above the jet, the Martian following behind him shortly after. They reached Green Lantern along with Superman.

“Sorry, I’m late.” The Green Lantern told them, “There was an uprising in another galaxy.” They all went into battle, alien ships flying every which way. At some point, another girl joined them along with a man who said his name was Flash. When they finished, they gathered around on a ledge that the man, and his jet had been settled on.

“Oh, where have you been all my life,” Flash flirted with the only non - winged girl in the room.

“Themyscira.” The girl told him.

“Huh?” Flash asked.

“Home of the Amazons.” The girl with wings gasped, “I thought it was a mere legend!”

“I assure you, it’s as real as the ground you stand on.” The other girl told her, “I am Diana, Princess of the Amazons.”

“Pinch me.” Flash sighed, “I must be dreaming!” Danny pinched Flash as hard as he could, making the speedster bruise slightly, “OW!”

“Themyscira is protected by the gods, but I couldn’t idly stand by while the rest of the world was in danger.” Diana told us solemnly.

“It was lucky you showed up when you did.” Superman nodded.

“No, not luck.” J’onn told them, “I telepathically summoned them.”

“I might be pretty quick on the uptake, but will someone please tell me what the heck is going on here!” Flash begged.

Danny POV

“First, I think we need names, or code names, or whatever you’re using, and a basic explanation of what you are.” I sighed, “I’m getting tired of calling you that man in Black, the girl with wings, and, well, you get the point.”

“Fair enough.” Green Lantern sighed, “I’m the current Green Lantern.”

“I’m the Flash, I’m a metahuman, or a human with special powers.

“I’m Batman. I’m human.” Finally, a name!

“I’m Hawkgirl, and if you call me a girl with wings again, and objectify me, I’ll smack you with my mace. I’m an alien.”

“I’m Superman. I’m an alien.”

“I’m J’onn J’onzz. I’m an alien, Martian in fact.” My almost father figure, and friend told the group.

“I’m Phantom or Danny,” I sighed, “Kinda depends what day it is, what form I’m in, and who’s talking.”

“Wait, What?” Flash asked confused.

“Just call me Phantom.” I blushed green, “I’m a spirit from another dimension. I was sent to save mars, but got there too late, and then got trapped in this dimension. Managed to keep J’onn alive though. Maybe I can save all of this Earth this time. Batman, why don’t you tell us what you already know first.” Batman explained his part of things, and Superman joined in every once while.

“So you came to earth to warn us?” Hawk girl asked.

“This is just too weird.” Flash mumbled.

“I’ve seen stranger things.” Green Lantern announced.

“We encountered them a thousand or few earth years ago.” J’onn sighed, “It was a golden age, and on Mars we were at the precipice of our time. Then…” I stepped closer to him comfortingly, “They arrived. Where they came from, no one knew, and they were determined to make our planet their own. The Martians were peaceful people, but we quickly adapted to the ways of war. For centuries the battle raged on, every trace of our once great civilization was obliterated, but the invaders were parasites that fed off of our psychic energy. As we grew weaker they grew stronger. They even absorbed our telepathic, and shapeshifting abilities. A group of Martians made one final, desperate attack, but the rest of the group was killed, and I was unable to find a place to hide a final bomb. Then, Danny saved me from the pursuing invaders, and hid the final bomb. Once that was done, we sought for a way out, but it was for naught. We were paralyzed with the rest of the invaders while the door to our escape slammed shut. When the gas wore off, the invaders found us, and after realizing they were trapped by us, kept to to question us for information on how to escape. About an Earth year ago, a human accidentally set free the invaders. They set their sight on earth. Danny, and I then went to warn you, but were captured.”

“Wait.” Flash said, “Those astronauts never said anything about finding life on Mars.”

“Some person in Washington DC probably decided to keep it all hush, hush.” Green Lantern snorted.

“While we were held captive,” I chimed in, “They probably removed the deep space monitoring network, seeing as that would prevent you guys from ever seeing them coming.”

“We gotta stop them before it’s too late.” Green Lantern puffed out his chest.

Me and J’onn shared a look, “It may already be too late.” We said in sync.

“That’s creepy.” Flash shivered.

“Deal with it.” I shrugged. Then there was a loud crackling sound from afar. I dropped my silly disposition, and my face turned serious.

“It has begun.” J’onn confirmed my fears, “The invaders are nocturnal. They walk not in the sun, so they’re blocking it out so that it cannot harm them.”

“Friends of yours?” Flash teased Batman.

Batman scowled, “It’s no joke.”

“What’s the big problem, can’t you just whip our another batch of that nerve gas?” Flash asked.

“He had the plant it was made from, but it was destroyed when we were captured. It was the last of it’s kind as well.” I stated grimly.

“Uh… what’s plan B?” Flash asked.

“We have to take out those factories.” Diana said boldly.

“Lady, this is no job for amateurs - or for children!” Green Lantern scowled.

“Hey! We Amazons are warriors born, want to test me?” Diana scoffed.

“The world is at stake, and you’re arguing about how old I am? Besides, don’t you need all the help you can get?” I asked rhetorically.

“He’s right,” Superman said, “John, we need all the help we can get, even if it’s not as experienced.”

“Fine. We need to cover as much ground as possible; we’ll need to split into several groups.” Green Lantern explained.

Flash zoomed over beside Diana, “Dibs on the Amazon!”

Flash ended up with me, and Green Lantern’s group. He was pouting as he ran over the water.

“You are no fun.” He complained.

“This is not supposed to be fun.” Green Lantern stated.

“Besides,” I rolled my eyes, “You were creeping her out. You’d just distract the others with your flirting.”

“Right, and there’s no place for distractions.” Green Lantern agreed.

“However, you, sir, shouldn’t have been so harsh about it. Also, sometimes a little bit of humor, brightens up the darkest times. If I had died with a happier thought, maybe I wouldn’t be stuck like this for eternity.” We reached the shore, and rushed to our designated location.

“Let’s discuss the plan.” Green Lantern told us. I nodded willingly, but Flash has other ideas.

“What plan?” He scoffed, “We kick their butts, right?” He ran off, and got stuck in some slime that was puddling on the ground.

“Fool.” Green Lantern muttered, “We gotta save him now.”

“True.” I sighed, and shot an ectoplasmic blast out of my fingertip, and made one of the attacking invader’s machines’ legs fall off. Green Lantern then went to save Flash while I defended them. Then, right as Flash was freed, I got hit.

“PHANTOM!!!” Green Lantern shouted. I shakily stood up, only to collapse. I sighed, and Flash picked me up. I passed out. I dazedly woke up to someone poking me, and my body feeling shaky. I at first assumed I had been through another torture session.

“I’ll… be… fine…” I murmured, “Just give me a few minutes J’onn. What did they do this time?”

“Phantom! Wake up!” The voice sounded desperate. I mumbled something incoherent, and then I heard someone say something that always woke me up.

“Hey, Danny, time to eat!” Flash’s words caused me to shoot up. Flash laughed at my disappointed face when I realized there was no food.

“Seriously?” Green Lantern asked.

“Hey, I’m eternally a teenager, what can I say?” I laughed.

“We’re reaching the randevu point.” Green Lantern sighed, “There’s going to be chaos; we might need to step in, by the way, we won.”

“Oh. Yeah, another world is ending.” I remembered.

I flew throughout the city, saving several people. I could see Green Lantern, and Flash doing the same. We reached the building we’d agreed to stop at, and landed beside J’onn, and Diana.

“Hey sorry we’re late,” Green Lantern apologized, “We had to help some civilians.”

“What’d you call us back for?” Flash asked.

“Superman, and Hawkgirl have been captured! They’re somewhere in there.” Diana gestured to the massive factory in the distance.

“Whoa.” Flash muttered.

“Wait.” I paused, “What about Batman?”

“He acted bravely until the very end.” J’onn looked grim as he said this, but I could tell he knew something more. Batman wasn’t dead, but they needed to think he was. I stepped back in false surprise.

“The bat’s dead?” Flash asked in horror.

“He was a true warrior.” Diana said, clearly believing him to be dead.

“This is not good.” Green Lantern stepped forward, “Definitely not good.”

We snuck off towards the factory shortly after.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this again.” Flash mumbled.

“Superman, and Hawkgirl are in there, someone’s gotta rescue them.” Green Lantern told him, “We are going to rescue them, right, J’onn?”

“Yes, your friends are still alive, but we must act quickly, the imperial is coming.” J’onn told us.

“Oh great.” I muttered, “The imperial.”

“The Who?” Flash asked.

“The imperial is like a giant mastermind invader.” I supplied, “It’s an intelligent disgusting blob that leads them.”

“My companion is correct, though his explanation is simplified.” J’onn confirmed

“Can we trust these space guys?” Flash asked, “I mean, Phantom and J’onn know an awful lot about the invaders.”

“Do we have a choice?” Green Lantern asked.

“I can hear you know.” I told them annoyed, “We literally flew for a year straight from Mars to Earth to warn about this, then we got captured, put into stasis, and now we’re trying to save you from an enemy that has killed J’onn’s family, and then did things you see in your worst nightmares when they captured us. I would recommend trusting us, because right now, our knowledge from being through this, and being their prisoner is saving your life.”

“Good point.” Flash mumbled.

“Let’s get moving.” Green Lantern stood up, and we all stood up shortly after, “Flash, you’re distraction, Diana watch my back.”

“You wanna rely on an amateur?” Diana threw Green Lantern’s words in his face.

Green Lantern ignored her, “Let’s go.”

While Flash caused a distraction, we snuck into the factory.

“Where do we go?” Green Lantern asked.

“This way.” Me and him said in sync, and turned the direction we sensed their minds.

“Creepy.” Diana muttered. We heard the invaders, and dived behind a wall.

“Wait here.” J’onn whispered, and shape shifted into an invader. He pretended that he was going to help them capture us, and as the two invaders ran off, he transformed back into whatever he turned himself into for Batman. It was kinda weird to see him like this after 500 years of seeing him in his regular form. I watched as he killed the two invaders in front of all of us, a dark, haunted look in his eyes.

“Is it just me, or does he creep you out too?” Flash asked thin air.

“It’s just you.” I glared.

We followed him into the caves, and both me and J’onn said, “We’re almost there.”

“They’re somewhere behind these walls.” I said.

“Yes, I can sense it too.” J’onn nodded. Green Lantern used his ring to cut open the door way. They all entered, but me, and J’onn froze after the first step inside.

“Something’s not right.” We shouted.

“Guys!” I realized as Superman, and Hawkgirl opened their eyes, “It’s a trap!”

“Wha-?” Flash asked, before a gas emitted from the walls. I coughed, and passed out.

I watched as J’onn was beaten, tears in my eyes, “J’ONN!” The invader who was next to me just lifted his whip, and hit my back again. I struggled against their rope - like material made special to hold me.

“Danny…” J’onn rasped, “I’ll be okay.” The invader kicked him, and he grunted. He jerked forward. I watched as the invaders threw in the healing gas, and flinched as it knocked me out once more. When I awoke, I ran to J’onn, hugging him. He grunted in surprise.

“Don’t do that again.” I sobbed, “They could’ve killed you, they could’ve killed you!”

“Phantom…” a distant voice said, “Phantom…”

“Phantom? Phantom!” Another voice said distantly

“PHANTOM!” Hawkgirl screamed, and I jolted awake.

“You were the only one still asleep.” She explained, and the memories came rushing back.

“Oh no.” I muttered, “Oh no, no, no, no! NO! Please no. I can’t be captured again, they can’t do this again. Please, please, please.”

“Phantom?” Diana asked, “Phantom what’s wrong?”

I ignored her, continuing to panic, “Oh, god, oh god. I can’t do this. Not again. Not again. I can’t do it! I can’t do it!”

“What’d you do?” Flash asked.

“Nothing.” Hawkgirl defended.

“Danny…” J’onn telepathically connected to Danny, “It’s alright. They won’t hurt you. I won’t let them. I promise.”

“Promise…” Danny asked J’onn aloud, looking like a hurt puppy.

“If they do, they’ll have a very angry Martian on their hands.” J’onn told Danny telepathically, and Danny took some deep breaths.

“What was that?” Flash asked.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” Danny mumbled.

“Fair enough.” Green Lantern nodded.

Suddenly a bunch of invaders appeared, and one for them morphed into a human.

“Senator Connor.” Superman glared. The invader then decided to talk about his brilliant plan to trick Superman, and the world.

“You made it so humanity never stood a chance.” The invader finished.

“It’s not over yet.” Superman defied.

“Wrong again, Superman.” The roof opened up, and the imperial landed in the center of the room.

#dp x dc fanfic #dpxdc #fanfic #crossover #fanfiction #old work #up for adoption #justice league #based on that one justice league cartoon made in 2001 or something #martian manhunter #clockwork #mars #story ideas #old story

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Two Ghost Motel Chapter 2

Summary:

Danny is tired. Endless ghost fights with too many responsibilities and too little time; he barely passed sophomore year. When Ember visits town for a bit of fun, she mentions the Two Ghost Motel, a place of peace and refuge for restless ghosts who aren't ready to cross over. “I’m fine, Ember.” Danny’s got a home and friends. He’s fine, really. But when his parents begin experimenting with electricity to destabilize ghosts, it’s too much for Danny. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor Tucker can host him for the night and he’s left wandering in the night, alone. Then he sees it: The Two Ghost Motel. He checks in. “Welcome.”

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Minor Original Character Death

Fandom: DPxDC (though no knowledge of DC is necessary for this fic.)

AO3, Chapter 1

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The next morning, he woke up to pale sunlight shining through the blinds. Danny groaned and threw an arm over his eyes. He didn’t want to go home.

Something shifted next to him, and Danny jumped out of the bed, taking a defensive stance in the air above the bed. Only to relax when he saw Jay blinking blearily at him.

Danny laughed self-consciously as he set down on the floor.

“Your mask makes that sound so creepy,” said Jay through a yawn.

“Makes what sound creepy?”

“You laughing. I wish my mask did that.”

Danny cocked his head. “You don’t have a mask.”

“Yes I do.”

“Why aren’t you wearing it?”

Jay shrugged and rolled over so he was facing away from Danny. “Dunno. I don’t remember what it looked like, so I can’t wear it. Did you forget a lot of things when you died? I wasn’t like this in life. I know that much.”

Danny chewed the inside of his lip as he stared at his companion. “No,” he said eventually. “But my death was a bit weird. I wouldn’t recommend using me as an example of normal.”

That got Jay to turn around and look at him again. “Weird how?”

Danny just shrugged. “Just weird. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Something passed over Jay’s face and he nodded before getting out of bed. “Come on, it’s daytime. Let’s go outside. There’s a basketball hoop out back.”

Danny shook his head. “I should be getting back home. My parents will be expecting me.”

“There’s someone waiting for me, too. I can’t stay here long.”

Danny landed on the floor and began stuffing his few belongings back into his backpack. “Who do you want to get back to?”

Jay paused with his hand on the door handle. “I need to tell him it wasn’t his fault.”

Danny tossed his backpack onto his shoulders and threw and arm over Jay’s. “Well then, let’s check out. Where’re you from? I got here through Amity Park in Illinois.” He led them out of the room to the walkway.

“I’m from a Park, too. But I don’t remember more than that. We never called it Park, though. I think it was an alley? It was near the ocean.”

“You know, I’ve never seen the ocean. What’s it like?”

Danny felt more than saw Jay’s shrug. “It’s impossible to describe. Unimaginably big, though. When you’re on a boat and can’t see land anymore…” he trailed off and Danny didn’t force him to continue. None of the other ghosts he’d met seemed to have Jay’s issues with memories. But then, most of them weren’t as fixated on their past lives, either.

At the bottom of the stairs, one of the boys he’d met last night was still playing jacks, but his friend was no where to be seen.

“Hey, Matt. Where’s Alan this morning,” asked Danny.

It took a moment, but Matt eventually looked at him with a blank expression. “Alan?”

“Isn’t that your friend’s name? I thought it was. The boy you were playing with last night?”

Matt blinked at him. “I don’t have any friends. I play by myself.”

Danny and Jay exchanged a look and Jay walked over to sit opposite Matt. “I know how to play,” he said. “And jacks is way more fun with two players. Want to start over with me?”

A slight smile flashed across Matt’s face, though it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Fine. I go first.”

Jay shrugged. “Betcha I can beat you anyway.”

Danny joined them on the ground. “Mind explaining the rules to me as you go? I always wanted to learn.”

“Sure,” said Jay. “We’re gonna start with the onesies round. Matt, start whenever you’re ready.”

Matt tossed the jacks on the ground and tossed up a bouncy ball. It’d bounce once, he’d pick up a jack and catch the ball, then repeat the process. Jay explained the rules as they went.

Once Matt collected all the jacks, he spread them out again and handed the ball to Jay who began the process again.

“So how long have you been here, Matt?” asked Danny.

Matt shook his head. “Dunno. Ma’ll get me when it’s time to go home.” He was entirely focused on Jay’s hands and the ball.

“Are you afraid Jay’ll cheat?”

“You always cheat if you can get away with it. He’d be stupid not to.”

Danny laughed, “Got it. An unspoken rule?”

Jay picked up the last jack and caught the ball. “Not one I’ve heard.” He tossed the ball over to Matt. “Your turn, squirt.”

It was hard to get Matt to talk and even harder to get him to talk about anything other than the game. But Danny did manage to learn that he was born in New York City in the fifties and that he was waiting at the motel for his parents.

He didn’t seem to know he was dead, and he didn’t remember anything about Alan.

Jay won the first round and Matt was setting up another game before they could protest. This time, Matt won. When he set up the third game, Danny joined in. He failed miserably. His complete incompetence made Matt smile again, though, so he considered it a win and was happy to go for a fourth game.

By the time they finished, the sun was much higher in the sky.

“Oh, shit. I need to get home,” Danny said, once he noticed. He looked around and saw more ghosts were wandering around now that it was day.

Two men in suits were leaning against the wall smoking cigarettes, a woman in a floral dress was walking a dog. And leaning against a railing, looking over the drained pool, was Tom.

“Wait, I met that man last night. I’m gonna go say hi. I’ll check out after I talk to him.”

Jay waved him off as he set up another game with Matt.

Danny ran over to Tom and took up a space next to him. “What are you looking at, Mr. Tom.” The cement of the pool was cracked and ghostly plants like the ones in the parking lot grew through them.

“Doesn’t the water look nice? I remember swimming before. With a child? A boy, I think. And a woman. We had fun.”

Danny looked up at Tom sharply. “What are you talking about? The pool’s been drained. It’s just a cement hole right now.”

“They want me to join them.”

“Who wants you to join them? There’s no one there!”

But Tom merely stepped forward through the fence. Danny reached out to grab his arm, only for his hand to pass right through it. “What?” He’d never had a hard time grabbing a ghost before. “Tom! Wait, there’s nothing there.”

Tom ignored him and kept walking. Danny rushed after him, but the delay meant he was still several steps back when Tom lifted his hands and dove off the side of the pool into the empty hole.

As soon as the man was out of sight, Danny’s ghost sense lessened. He ran to the edge and looked down into an empty pool.

“What just happened?” he asked himself. Something about the pool made him uneasy and he backed away from the ledge. Tom must’ve turned intangible and dived below ground. Or invisible and was playing a prank on him.

His back hit the metal fence hard and he winced. He hadn’t realized how quickly he’d been moving. With a mental shake, he turned intangible and walked through it back to Jay and Matt.

“Jay,” said Danny.

His friend ignored him as he bounced the ball once more.

“Birdie!” Danny half-shouted this time.

Jay missed catching the ball and let out a curse. “What’d you do that for?” he demanded. “I was doing well!”

“I think there’s something strange about this place,” said Danny. “Tom— he just, he just disappeared.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “We’re all just here for a short rest before returning to where we came from. He probably just went home.”

“He thought the pool was filled with water and dove right into it. Said something about someone calling him to join them. And then I stopped sensing him!”

The panic in Danny’s voice was enough to get Jay standing. He placed a comforting hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Hey, Phantom. It’s okay. I’m sure he’s fine. Why don’t we ask the receptionist which room he’s in and see if he went back there?”

“I… Okay. Yeah. Let’s do that.” He looked down at Matt. “Want to join us, Matt? See more of the motel?”

He shook his head. “Mom told me to wait. She’ll come for me.”

Danny and Jay exchanged a look, but Danny just nodded. “All right, kiddo. But you come find me if you need anything, okay? I’m in room 214. And Jay’s in 215. Either one of us will help you if you need it.”

But Matt was back to ignoring them as he tossed the bouncy ball in the air and resumed his game.

Jay grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him to the front office. “Come on, we’ll go find out what happened to Tom.”

The office didn’t look much different by light of day. The women on the couch had gone, replaced with a man and a boy. Both were dressed formally; the man was reading a newspaper while the boy had a comic book. Danny thought he recognized Spiderman on the cover, though it was hard to see with how the kid was holding it.

The same receptionist from the night before sat behind the desk and Jay hurried them through until they were standing opposite her.

She didn’t so much as twitch.

“Hey, lady,” demanded Jay, “we’ve a question for you.”

“Jay!” protested Danny. “Don’t be rude.” To the woman, he said, “I’m so sorry for my friend. I had a concern about another guest and I wanted to find out which room he was staying in so I could check on him. Can you give me that information?”

But she still sat there frozen as if she were a mannequin rather than a person or even a ghost.

Jay leaned forward and snapped his fingers in front of her face. When she still didn’t react, he shrugged and reached down to grab the log book from under her hand.

That, however, did cause a reaction.

The receptionist’s hand transformed into claws that wrapped around Jay’s wrist. As she stood, she grew until she was towering above them. Her hair transformed into flames that framed her face. The lights flickered and the shadows deepened.

Jay screamed in pain and Danny rushed forward. He shot an ectoblast at the receptionist, then another. She didn’t let go.

She let out a breath of fire. “Motel records are private!” she screeched.

With one hand, Danny threw up a shield to block the flames while he used his other hand to grab an ectoknife he had in a pocket in his suit. Maintaining the shield, he sliced at her arm. It got her to loosen her grip just enough for him to yank Jay free and get between them.

“We’re sorry!” he yelled. “We didn’t realize! We were just trying to find someone’s room number because I was worried about him.” He grit his teeth and braced himself against her attack. He felt himself pushed back a foot, but managed to keep the shield going.

The flames continued for another moment and Danny’s arm began shaking. But then she stopped. He lowered his arm, but remained ready to jump back into the fight at the slightest provocation.

She stood, so tall she had to stoop or her head would be through the ceiling. Her hair glowed fire red-yellow as it licked around her chin and shoulders. Her eyes were black and teeth pointed at she glared at them. Her injured hand to her chest was clutched to her chest, but the other one was poised protectively over the log book.

“Motel records are private,” she repeated.

“I understand,” said Danny. “We didn’t realize. Would you be able to tell me which room Tom is staying in? He was in the office last night when I checked in. We were talking this morning and he disappeared. I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

She seemed to shrink in on herself slightly, though her hair remained flames and her fingers claws. But she was no longer taller than the room. Danny felt Jay shift behind him and froze his feet to the floor to hopefully keep him from making things worse again. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed.

He ignored the whispered, “Hey!”

The receptionist lifted up her logbook and flipped through a few pages. “No Tom is currently a guest at the Motel.”

“Did he check out? Because I spoke to him just ten minutes ago. Actually, how do we check out? You didn’t react when we first came in and tried to talk to you. Only reason we touched the logbook to begin with.”

And suddenly she was back to looking like a normal, human woman. “Is something not to your liking?” she asked with her slight Southern accent. “Is the television not working? Do we not have your preferred snacks in the vending machine? We have coffee, as well. The pot is over there.” She pointed at a table that had two coffee pots and some mugs. Danny hadn’t noticed it last night—was it new?

“I— no. Everything has been great,” said Danny. It was only his experience with Dora’s and the Lunch Lady’s mood swings that kept him from taking a step back.

Behind him, he heard Jay let out a whispered, “The fuck?”

“I am glad to hear it! If you need more towels or anything, there is a tag you can put on your door handle—”

“It’s not that!” interrupted Danny. “I just want to know about Tom. You said there’s no Tom staying here, what about a Thomas? I’m afraid I never got to know his last name.” He was tense and ready to throw up another shield at a moment’s notice, though his hand shook. He felt exhausted already and he’d barely done anything. What was going on? He bit his cheek and locked his knees.

The receptionist just smiled at him. “No one by the name of Tom or Thomas is currently staying here as a guest.”

Danny hesitated and asked, “What about Alan? Or Matt?”

She flipped through her log again. “There is no Alan here, either. However a Matt has been assigned room 117.”

Danny nodded and smiled only to remember he was still in his ghost form and had the full mask. He bowed his head in acknowledgment of her information. “Thank you for your assistance. Just wanted to confirm, when is checkout due by? I need to leave today, but want to try and find Tom and Alan before I do.”

The woman smiled sweetly at him. “We do not have a checkout policy. And we have no guests named Tom or Alan at this time.”

“So I can checkout whenever? Great.”

She repeated herself. “We do not have a checkout policy.”

Jay snorted behind him. In a near-whisper he said, “I don’t trust her.”

Danny kicked his ankle to try and get him to shut up. “Oh, and one last question. How long has the pool been out of order?” Could Tom be from another time? If he was existing in a time when the pool was open, it could explain why he saw things Danny didn’t. Might also be the reason Danny couldn’t touch him.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, however the pool is out of commission at this time. We will inform guests as soon as it is operational.”

“I know it’s out of order, how long has it been out of order?”

All she did was repeat the same apology as before.

Danny let out a grunt of frustration. Behind him, Jay shifted and asked, “What else is off-limits to guests?”

“Guests have access to their rooms and all public areas. Public areas include the walkways to the rooms, the parking lot, the pool area, the basketball hoops, and the paved area behind the motel. The areas behind this desk, the door behind me, and any service areas such as the electrical and boiler rooms are off-limits. No guest is allowed to view any motel records or documents.”

“Good to know,” said Danny. “You’ve been very helpful, thank you for your assistance.”

“Of course. Please come to me with any questions you may have.” Then the woman settled back in her chair and froze in the position Danny had seen her in each time he’d entered.

Only now, there was a thin slice on her one wrist. It didn’t bleed, but the skin was damaged and a thin wisp of gray smoke seemed to rise from the wound.

Danny backed away, and grabbed Jay’s wrist. Only to let it go when his friend hissed in pain. “Sorry! Forgot you were injured there. Let’s get outside and I’ll take a look.” With a thought, the ice covering Jay’s feet disappeared.

“How’d you do that?” asked Jay as they exited the office.

Danny didn’t answer, just led them further from the door. Now that the danger appeared to be over, he felt the ache in his core that indicated he’d over-exerted himself. Which shouldn’t have been possible. He’d had much tougher fights than that one.

But his legs shook with every step and he gave up walking and sat down on the asphalt in the middle of the parking lot rather than near the sign like he’d been planning.

Jay sat across from him. “You okay?”

Danny waved off his concern. “Just a bit tired. She was stronger than she looked. Let me see your wrist.”

Jay held out his arm and Danny could see burn marks where the receptionist’s claws had grasped him.

Danny looked around, even kneeling to check under the cars, and confirmed no one was near them. He reached up and unclasped the mask of his hazmat suit, revealing his face to his new friend.

“Holy shit! You’re just a kid!”

Danny snorted. “Oh, come on. You look like you’re about my age, too.”

“Yeah, but I’m used to being the youngest. Thought you were older than me. Especially since you can do so much more than I can. Speaking of, how did you fight her off? Could I do that?”

“I’m sixteen. How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

Danny nodded as he breathed in deeply. Then he blew out, freezing his breath into frost as he did so in a technique Frostbite taught him. The frost coated Jay’s burned wrist, soothing the angry burn and causing the other boy to sigh in relief.

“Damn, wish I could do that.”

“I’ve got an ice core. Means I can control ice and snow. My doctor taught me that trick. If you have an ice core, you could do it as well. But you should be able to make an ectoshield and shoot ectoblasts and stuff. Those are powers all ghosts have.”

“I’ve never seen anyone here do anything like that. Sometimes they’ll walk through walls or objects, but never anything more than that.”

“Huh, weird.”

“You’ll teach me, right?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure, I guess. Never had to teach someone before, so don’t blame me if I’m bad at it, though. But I want to focus on finding Tom and Alan.”

“Obviously.”

Danny couldn’t help but look back towards the motel. Only this time, instead of welcoming, all he could feel was foreboding. “Something’s wrong about this place.”

Jay looked over, too, but shrugged. “I haven’t noticed anything.”

“What movie did we watch last night?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You came to my room and we watched a movie. Your favorite. You told me all about it as we watched it and we fell asleep at some point which is why you were still in my room this morning. What movie was it?”

Jay looked down and scuffed his foot on the pavement. One of the plants tried to bite at it, but his shoe kept it from hurting him. “I… We did watch a movie, didn’t we. Why don’t I remember?”

Danny chewed his lip and wished he could soften his voice. “Birdie, how long have you been here?”

Jay frowned. “Just a night or two.”

The foreboding feeling grew at that response and Danny shook his head. “I’ve been here for one night. It’s mid-morning now. You are much more familiar with this place and the people here than I am.”

“No I’m not. No one has ever acknowledged me before. Not like Matt did when we played with him.”

“Matt and Alan. There were two of them, remember?”

Jay reached up and rubbed at his face before nodding. “Two, right.”

“Now, please answer the question: how long have you been here?”

“I—” Jay scowled as he glared at a crack in the pavement. “I don’t remember. I remember sleeping in my room more than once, though.”

“And once in mine. Jay, I think this place is messing with our heads. I can’t remember last night’s movie. It was new-to-me, but you were so excited about it. I remember you talking about it, I remember pausing it so you could go on rants. But I can’t remember what those rants were or what movie it was.”

Jay shook his head. “I need to go back; they’re waiting for me.”

“Who, Jay? Who’s waiting?”

Jay jumped to his feet and kicked a rock. “I don’t remember! They need me though!” He punched the air before squatting down and burying his face in his knees.

Danny moved so they were side-by-side and put an arm around his shoulders. “We’ll figure this out and get you home. But we can’t leave just yet. I won’t leave until I know what happened to Tom and Alan and can make sure Matt is safe.”

“His mom isn’t coming, is she?”

“I don’t think so, no.”

“I don’t think my mom was any good.”

“My parents try, but they’re too focused on their work to notice when my sister or I need anything.”

“Why do you want to go back? Can you remember?” Jay looked over at him and Danny pretended he didn’t notice the wetness on his cheeks.

“Yeah, I can.” Danny tilted his head back until he was looking up at the sky, it was overcast, a uniform gray that stretched from horizon to horizon. “I’m… needed back home. If I don’t go back, people will get hurt. Ghosts, too. I stop them from hurting each other. As much as I can as a high school kid.”

Jay hummed. “It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked, as if he understood. With a grunt, he pushed himself up and held out a hand to Danny. “Well, what do you say? Let’s see if anyone knows Alan or Tom. We’ll save some people, then get the hell outta Dodge.”

Danny grinned at him and took his hand. “Yeah. Let’s do it.” Once on his feet, Danny reattached his mask.

“Why do you wear that, anyway? Is that normal clothing where you come from?”

Danny looked at his glove-covered hands and shrugged. “Of course not. But it’s what I died in. Been wearing it ever since.”

Jay shuddered. “I’m glad I’m not stuck in the clothes I died in.”

Danny gave a wry smile Jay couldn’t see and shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m used to it by now.”

“So how do I know if I have an ice core or whatever?” asked Jay as they began walking back to the motel.

He was still tired, but the short rest had helped a little and he didn’t feel like he was going to fall over as he walked. “I’ve never tried to describe it before. Can you feel for your core?”

Jay’s brow furrowed. “How do I do that?”

“Ghosts really only have one organ and that’s their core. Think of it as, like, your soul. It’s your brain and heart in one. As long as their core is intact, a ghost can survive anything that happens to them. The body you have around it is just ectoplasm given shape by your own expectations and perception of yourself.”

Jay hummed. “Okay, so you want me to try and mentally connect to my core?”

“Yeah. That’s where ghosts get our powers from. If you have the strength and there’s enough ectoplasm around, you can shape it and use it in interesting ways. And that’s on top of the flight, invisibility, and intangibility that any ghost can do.”

“You’ll have to show me how to do that, too.”

“Frostbite—my doctor,” he clarified at Jay’s confused look. “He made it sound like this was instinctive for most ghosts.”

Jay shrugged. “Well it’s not for me. How do I know if I’ve connected to my core?”

Danny threw up his hands. “I don’t know! Mine feels like a ball of cold ice in my chest, only comforting. When I’m afraid, I feel it jolt. When I push myself too hard, it aches. When I’m happy, it pulses.”

Jay bit his lip and seemed to consider Danny’s words. Silence stretched between them as they walked. By unspoken agreement, the two avoided the main office and instead made their way towards one of the far ends of the motel.

A woman in a patched coat and skirts was sitting on a bench there with a sketch pad on her lap.

Right before they were about to reach her, Jay said, “I had magic when I was alive, you know.”

Danny’s steps faltered. “Humans don’t have magic.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Some do. Look at the Justice League. But that’s not what I meant. I had a type of magic. Something that made me more than just a regular human. But I can’t remember what it was or how I got it. I wonder if that’s why I can’t find my core.”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know. It could have to do with your memory issues, too. I don’t think most ghosts have problems like that.”

“All here do,” said the woman on the bench.

“Do you know what is going on here?” asked Danny.

She said nothing, just kept drawing on her sketchbook.

“What are you working on?” asked Jay.

She set her pencil down on the bench next to her and turned the notebook around. On the page was a swirling black mass, far too reminiscent of the portal in his basement.

But then he realized it wasn’t just a dark circle. Ghosts were drawn on top of ghosts. The ones on the edges, he could make out some features—a face or a hat. He thought he recognized the women from the office the night he’d checked in. But at the center, so many figures had been drawn on top of each other that no details could be made out and it looked like a solid drawing.

Instinctively, Danny took a step back. Jay, however, stepped closer.

“Is that me?” he asked, pointing to a figure near the edge. His face was clear, with only the faintest lines from other figures crossing it.

“It is all of us,” she replied. She pulled the book back and picked up her pencil once more to resume her work.

“You’re really talented,” said Jay. “It looks just like me.”

Like the rest of the people they’d met, she didn’t react to his statement. Jay didn’t seem to care, though, and moved until he was standing behind her and could watch what she was doing. Danny hesitated, but joined his friend when he was waved over.

They watched as she started adding a new figure to the mess. It wasn’t long before Danny’s core sunk in fear.

“Dude, I think that’s you,” said Jay.

Danny swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. The more detail she added, the more obvious it was.

“Why are you drawing me?” he asked.

“You’re here, now. One of us,” she said absently.

“I’m leaving. Once I find out what happened to Tom and Alan, I’m leaving.”

“No one leaves,” she said as she continued to draw.

Danny bit his lip, then asked, “Do you know a ghost by the name of Tom? Or Alan? I can’t find them and the receptionist said there weren’t any guests here by that name. But I met them, I know I did.”

“No one leaves,” she repeated.

“I’m gonna leave!” protested Jay. “There are people waiting for me.”

But it appeared the woman was done replying. She just kept drawing Danny, at the edge of the vortex of ghosts, one of his arms extended as if trying to escape. Then, once every detail was finished, she drew a crown over his head.

Danny’s brow furrowed. “Why’d you give me a crown?”

When they got no response, Danny and Jay exchanged glances.

“You’re definitely not wearing a crown,” said Jay with a shrug.

On the page, however, it was the clearest part of her drawing. Nothing crossed the path of the crown.

“Look, lets just go,” said Danny when it was clear the artist wasn’t going to say anything else. “Maybe one of the other ghosts can tell us something.” Danny grabbed Jay’s upper arm and led him away.

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Chapter 3

And this marks the halfway point of the fic! Hope you enjoy.

Couldn't resist the little nod at the end there to Ghost King Danny. And it's a trope @i-think-in-metaphors (my artist) likes, so I didn't even try.

#dpxdc #ectoimplosion2023 #danny fenton #jason todd #the receptionist went freaky #what do you guys think of her?#shes my fav #danny realizes something is wrong #and is gonna make jay recognize it if its the last thing he does #will they ever get home?

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sharkfinn · 4 months

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Hey, you said that you came up with the Little Brother au before you started Tumblr, right?

So, since I haven't been following you for that long, or at least, I think so, what was your inspiration for making this au? When did you exactly come up with the idea? Do you have any original title names?

Also, a silly question: What are all the fandoms you are currently in? Just in case your pinned post is outdated :]

oh man. hmm

i got into tmnt 4th april 2021, because i wanted to rewatch 2012, only remembered some of it from when i was little, then deciding yup i want to look at everything tmnt. then i got hyperfixated

he started out as a really ambiguous any iteration oc, around the time i was reading the northampton arc of idw, (late juneish 2021?) was when i first drew him, all it was was just hehe silly green masked ninja turtle in sophie campbells idw artstyle

(i love sophie campbells art its so good)

then i drew him in the 2012 series, and he became more of his own character. in my old idea for 2012 he was significantly moody and overconfident, had his own abandoned area in the subway tunnels for spraypainting, was good buddies with raph but really didnt like leo at all. also had a scar on his shell, for some reason?? i wont say why but he can super easily be slapped into another iteration and i love that

it was only when i watched rise and tried to imagine him in their universe too that i went hold on- we got a whole potential story here. little brother was a placeholder title really, but i couldnt think of anything better soo. little brother.

the vine flesh concept was an absolutely random idea at first that was way too cool to drop.

i did have this whole really cool arc planned where eventually draxum did get tricked into allying with the foot, theyd protect five whod help fight the mad dogs for the kuroi yoroi shards, ("looking for this?") and hed also be able to sabotage the armour in some way.

but. i couldnt have this in because 1. distract way too much from the story i want to tell. 2. having shredder appear in the comic would ask for an entire shredder arc and respectfully no thanks lol.

just imagine five is in s2 trust me hes there hes awesome (oh and you know how in canon, shredder needed to take power from draxum, and it looked like he took the vines power from him? uhuh. and you know how five also has it? but instead its the only thing keeping him stuck together? uhuh. anyways!)

ohh!! cool oc trivia- his weapon was kinda undecided between tonfa (before i watched rise) or two scythes i referenced it in page 20 :D !!

his weapon would still be scythes i think, if he wasnt using the vines as his weapon

and no i try to keep my master post updated all the time, theres HEAPS more stuff i like, just complicated to think what to put on there? for example i looove how to train your dragon, but havent seen much of it past rewatching the 3 movies, thats nothing compared to rewatching all of adventure time 5 times. i dunno!

the way my interests work is that theres a selection of 1-3 that my brain focuses on, but it doesnt make any of the others less or i stopped liking them at all or anything. i have so many interests help me

right NOW im really hyperfixated on danny phantom and tf2!!

#little brother au #sharkfinnasks #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt oc

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Chemistry: Part 2

Jake x Danny x (F) Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: 18+, mostly smut, Drinking, Language, SMUT, (M) oral, dirty talk, Jake/Danny together w/ (F) reader, (m&f) masterbation

Summary: You talked to Jake about what has been on your mind. Now it’s time to see what will become of this.

Part 1

Danny’s POV

“Where did Jake and y/n run off to?” Josh called out from across the bar.

“They’ve been gone for a bit. I dunno, I’ll try and find them.” you called back. Hoping you didn’t sound too eager.

You searched around the bar and outside with no such luck. The only place left for them to be was the bus. You knocked a few times, no answer and you could hear the faint sound of voices from inside. So someone was inside, surely it was them. You waited a few more moments before opening the door. You called out for them. Still no answer back. You made your way to about the middle of the bus before you realized you were intruding on an intimate moment.

“Danny… fuckfuck..” you swore you heard your name. You were clearly imagining things. You turned to head back inside of the bar.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard, “I want Danny’s cock inside of me please, I need it.” Surely your mind was playing a cruel trick on you. It was Jake’s voice and he was screaming. More importantly screaming your name. He was moaning and begging for you. You almost couldn’t make out what he had said. You were certain that you weren’t imagining this now.

You knew it was wrong to stay, but your feet didn’t move an inch towards the exit. Instead of moving further away, you inched your way closer.

The more you heard him call out your name, among the many other lewd sounds, the more you were unable to ignore your growing hard on. It was almost painful how hard you were growing over this. You couldn’t take it any longer. You slowly slid your hand into your pants, just palming yourself over your boxers for some relief. You could tell that Jake was close to his end and you were compelled to meet him there. You pulled out your leaking cock, it was throbbing at this point. You let a bead of spit fall from your mouth to your cock. You wasted no time pumping yourself furiously. You let out a few breathy whines before bringing your other hand to your mouth so as to quiet yourself.

You heard him call out a few more times and that was it. You could see just around the corner of the room and Jake was exploding all over himself. At that sight you did the same. Bursting right there into your own hand, hardly able to contain your own moans.

You watched as y/n licked him clean and you wished that it was you tasting him. You saw him teary eyed and glowing as he came down from his high.

Once you came down from your own high, you cleaned yourself up quickly so you wouldn’t be caught. You buckle your pants and quietly, but swiftly make your way out of the bus and back into the bar.

“Did you find them? Danny, hello?”

“Hm, uh what?” you blinked out of your haze.

“I asked if you found y/n and Jake?” Josh asked.

“Oh yeah sorry sorry, they were on the bus, uh occupied.” you finally stuttered out.

“You alright man? You look a bit flushed?” Josh quizzed.

“Yeah, I’m good, just had a lot to drink I guess.”

“Well Danny boy the night is still young,” Sammy said walking up behind you.

You knew the only thing that would be on your mind for the rest of the night would be what you witnessed in the bus.

Jake’s POV

You were in such a state of bliss that you honestly forgot where you were. You finally mustered up the strength to peel your eyes open. Y/N is on top of you, eye level, with a gleam of joy in her eyes. “Jakey, Jakey baby you still with me?” you hardly heard her say. You just nodded. “Was that okay?” she asked. “That was better than okay baby, that was exquisite.” she smiled down at you, kissing your lips softly, you tasted yourself on her lips.

“We should probably clean up a little and head back in. They’ll be looking for us soon if they aren’t already.” she said. You peeled yourselves from the soaked sheets, pulled on your clothes and straightened up a bit.

Your legs were wobbly, you knew the guys would just think you had too much to drink though. You finally both made your way back inside of the bar. Your eyes immediately catch Sam and Josh’s. “Where the hell have you guys been?” Sam slurred out. “Oh we just went out for some air.” you said back.

You searched the room until your eyes landed on a certain curly haired man, only to find his eyes already on you. He shot you a devilish smirk and you instinctively blushed. If only he knew the way you had just used his name. You noticed he seemed a bit flushed himself, ‘huh he must’ve had too much to drink’ you thought to yourself.

You all spent the rest of the night sharing stories and drinking way too much. You all passed out the second you made it to the bus. Only to be woken shortly after. You were in the new city for your show the next day. You had made it to the hotel where you would be spending the next few nights. Everyone unloaded their bags and slowly made it to their rooms.

Y/N POV

You were more than thrilled with your decision to have finally brought this up. Obviously a great decision on your part. Jake was thrilled with it as well, he simply needed your guidance. He would have never brought it up on his own.

As Jake came to his finish you could have sworn that you heard something behind you. But you were more than focused on his pleasure, so you just put the thought out of your mind. You don’t think that Jake has ever had such an intense orgasm. It was like he was sent into another world.

You pulled yourselves together and made your way into the bar. Jake had a new glow about him. While Jake’s attention was immediately pulled to Josh and Sammy, your eyes caught Danny’s. He was fixated on you and Jake both, he seemed flustered. He shot you a grin and a wink. You blushed at him thinking to yourself, ‘If only he knew what just transpired in the bus thanks to him’, but of course to your knowledge he did not have a clue. You turned away to see Jake searching for Danny through the crowd. You see Jake blush as his eyes meet Danny’s and Danny shoots him a bashful grin. It’s almost as if he knew, but surely not.

You woke up the next morning in Jake’s arms. He had an early morning, well more like a long day of preparations before the show tonight.

You stayed in bed while he got up and got ready to head out. You heard him meet Danny right outside of your door. You knew Danny would be waiting to walk down with him, per usual. This was one of the things that made you pick up on these feelings between the boys.

You would spend most of the day in bed recovering from the night before until the show later tonight. You slept the day away until your phone rang later that afternoon. Jake’s name flashing over your screen, you groaned as you rolled over to answer.

“Hello?” you groaned into the phone.

“Hey baby, still in bed I see.”

“You have no proof of that,” you scoffed at him.

“Right, I know your sleepy voice when I hear it. Anyways, did you want me to pick you up before soundcheck?” he laughed into the phone.

“Shit is it that late already? Yes I do want you to, I’m getting up now.” you said as you rolled out of bed.

“Okay babe, we will be there soon, love you.”

He hung up before you could ask who “we” was, but you had a pretty good idea.

You showered and got ready for your evening. You heard your room door open, “We’re here babe you ready?”

You peeked out of the bathroom to see Jake and Danny standing shoulder to shoulder. You should have known that’s who “we” was. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jake had brought anything up to him. You never really got to have a discussion about it seeing as how last night's events transpired so quickly. “Yeah yeah I’m ready, here I come!”

“Hi y/n don’t you look lovely,” Danny said winking at you.

“She does, doesn't she,” Jake offered back, more towards Danny than you.

You couldn’t help but blush at these comments coming from them both. Especially knowing how Jake felt and how you were almost certain Danny felt too. You wrapped your arms around Jake, giving him a peck on the lips. Giving Danny a wink.

You made the short drive to the venue. They started the soundcheck while you hung out in Jake’s dressing room.

Since you had some time on your hands you started going over last night's turn of events through your mind. You thought about after said events and were brought back to one specific memory. When you walked back into the bar Danny’s eyes were immediately on both you and Jake. He looked quite flustered and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush. He just looked like he knew, but how could he? You then remembered how you could’ve sworn that you heard someone in the bus with you. You pushed these thoughts from your mind. Sound check was coming to an end. You and Jake would definitely be having a conversation tonight, but not until after the show.

Danny’s POV

As soon as Jake and y/n walked through the door of the bar your eyes were trained on them. You just couldn’t take your eyes away. Definitely not after what you just witnessed. Your mind was running wild with these thoughts and questions.

“Was this the first time?”

“Has this been going on?”

“Did he feel the same way about you that you did him?”

You woke up the next morning and got ready for your busy day of preparations. You almost wondered if you had dreamed up all of last night's events.

You waited outside of Jake and Y/N’s room. When he emerged you plastered a wide grin on your face, “Morning Jake.”

“Morning Danny,” he smiled back at you.

You headed down and made the short drive to the venue. The whole way there you made small talk. You were dying to bring up your feelings or something pertaining to what you witnessed last night. You laughed at some joke he made and patted his leg, you let it linger there for a bit longer than normal this time. You saw him glance down at your hand on his thigh and blush before you moved it away.

Later that afternoon he asked if you wanted to ride back to the hotel with him to get Y/N. You agreed, possibly a bit too eagerly. When you met Y/N in their hotel room you noticed the look she gave to you and Jake. Y/N looked you up and down in a seductive way, which you returned. It was as if she knew that you knew. Surely not though…right?

You went on that night and could feel the energy between you and Jake like never before. Throughout the show he shot you little smirks and winks. You both played like never before. You came off stage filled with emotion and energy. You went straight to your dressing room. You needed to release this energy. You didn’t even take the time to catch your breath before you pulled down your pants. You sprawled out onto your couch to reveal your throbbing cock. You slowly started to give yourself the relief you so desperately craved. The only thing going through your mind was Jake. The clear image of y/n making a mess of him. You could hear him so clearly calling out, begging for you to be inside of him. You began calling out to him in the same manner that you had found him just a few nights ago. In your rush to release this energy you forgot to lock the door.

Jake POV

You opened your hotel room door to find Danny waiting for you. He always did, but something about this time was different. He gave you a bashful smile. You got into the car and started your busy day. You noticed at one point on the ride he patted your thigh after a joke you had cracked and let his hand linger there. It made your blood go straight to your dick, you wanted him to keep it there. If you were being honest with yourself you wanted him to do much more than that to you. You almost whined when he pulled away.

Later that day it was time to pick up Y/N and you asked Danny to go with you. Truthfully, you just wanted more alone time with him. Thankfully he happily agreed. Y/n gave you a knowing look when you and Danny walked through the door of the hotel room. You made it back to the venue without exploding.

That night you and Danny had some wild chemistry on stage. Nothing that anyone else could notice of course, but something about this performance was different from the rest. You got off of stage that night filled with lust and hunger, something had shifted inside of you.

You headed straight for the dressing rooms, but not your own. It must have been the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your legs were moving faster than your mind could keep up with. You didn’t even bother knocking, you burst into Danny’s room.

He called out your name, your eyes met his for just a moment before running straight to his groin, realizing just what you walked in on. He was sprawled out like a god. His hand wrapped around himself, pumping at a fast pace. Your eyes almost bulged out of your skull seeing the size of him.

You had caught him in this sinful act and couldn’t bring yourself to peel your eyes away. He didn’t stop his actions, he only slowed down his pace. He held his eye contact with you. Before you realized what you were doing, you slid inside and shut the door behind you.

You were suddenly nervous and Danny must have picked up on it. He used his free hand to gently pat the open space on the couch next to him, gesturing you to sit next to him. He was silent for a few moments giving you time to settle your nerves and realize what you were doing.

“So, you want me inside of you?” Danny was the first to speak.

“W-What?” your eyes widened.

“I may have heard something on the bus,” Danny said bashfully now.

You didn’t say anything. You just reached into your pants to get some relief. You were leaking and throbbing from the sight of him. You stroked yourself through your pants as you watched him pleasure himself.

“Let me see you,” Danny growled at you.

You took out your cock for him to see. This time his eyes got wide at the sight of you. You pulled your pants all the way down, you were now completely naked and on display for him. You began stroking yourself faster now, matching his quickening pace.

You were craving his touch. It was almost as if he had read your mind. He brought up his free hand and let a string of spit fall to his palm. Danny’s confidence almost surprised you as he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own. His large calloused hand wrapped around your length as if it was made for it. You watched in awe as he jerked the both of you.

“Oh fuck Danny, you feel so good.” you moaned out to him.

Hearing you talk like that to him must have struck something inside of him. He stopped his movements which caused you to whine at the loss of contact. He pulled you onto his lap to straddle him, the sound of your sweat coated skin slapping together echoing through the room. You met his eyes again, but this time they were filled with something new, something dark. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

You had one hand on his bare chest, his skin hot to the touch. You brought your other hand to his face, cupping it and pulling him into a soft kiss. Tasting him for the first time. His lips were soft and inviting. You swiped your tongue over his plump lips, wanting to be invited in. He opened his mouth just enough to let your tongue in. Your tongues swirled around, the kiss became deep and hunger filled. Your lips and teeth mashing together now. Your hands made their way to his long curly hair. His hands were roaming all over your body, exploring you, taking in every inch. They were running up and down your bare back. His fingers began kneading into your skin. You ran your hands from his face down his chest until you reached both of your throbbing cocks. They were practically begging for attention. You let a string of spit land onto them both. You lined them up together and began stroking them. The new feeling was erotic. It was like nothing you had felt before. Danny’s hips began bucking up into your hand at their own will, adding more friction between you.

“I..fuck...I need to taste you,” Danny struggled to say.

“Please,” was all you managed to squeak out.

You peeled yourself from him and moved yourself to the spot beside him. You laid yourself out on display for him to take in. He licked his way from your neck to your cock, stopping to nibble at the sensitive skin along the way. You both became noticeably nervous.

“Uh I’ve never done this..” you whispered to him.

“Me neither, we can slow down or stop if you want?” Danny said, clearly panicking at your response.

“I want to keep going, I’ve wanted this for so long.” you said with more confidence now.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” and with that he resumed what he started by placing little kisses up and down your length. He brought your leaking tip to his mouth and swirled his tongue around. You hissed at the sudden contact of his mouth on you.

You were shocked as you felt yourself slide to the back of his throat. He took you entirely down his throat. Pleasure was taking over all of your senses. Your mind was fogged with no other thoughts but Danny.

This was better than anything you had imagined, and you had imagined this scenario many times.

Y/N POV

Something was definitely different with Jake and Danny’s chemistry this time. They played their hearts out. It was mesmerizing to watch, especially knowing what you did. When the show came to its end you made your way back to Jake’s dressing room. You had been going over what you would say when he came back. You knew he wanted to talk about it, but had no idea what to say. You sat patiently waiting for him to enter the room. You had been going over what you would say when he came back.

You had been so distracted with what you would say to him that you hadn’t realized just how long he had been gone. You went searching for him, neither Josh or Sam had seen him. Then it dawned on you, Danny was nowhere to be found either. You walked to Danny’s dressing room and knocked on the door. No one answered, but you definitely heard someone inside. You turned the handle and peeped inside. You opened the door to find Jake naked and sprawled out on the couch and a naked Danny on his knees in front of him. Neither of them had heard you enter. The room was filled with the sounds of Jake’s strained moans and Danny’s slurping. Jake’s head was thrown back in pleasure and his hands were intertwined in Danny’s curls. His hips were bucking up as Danny was taking him entirely down his throat. You watched shamelessly as Danny pleasured him, his own hips rutting begging for release. Jake looked like he was teetering on the edge of his release, barely holding on.

You slid the rest of the way inside and shut the door behind you. You were not going to miss seeing this. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor. You simply leaned against the door in awe. The sounds that Danny was pulling from him was music to your ears.

“God Danny don’t s-stop, oh fuck fuuuck I’m cumming,” Jake stuttered out, squeezing his eyes tightly closed as his face contorted in pleasure. Danny groaned around him as Jake coated his throat with his cum, savoring every drop. He worked him through the rest of his high and you couldn’t help as you let an audible groan slip past your lips. Jake’s eyes shot open and Danny turned around eyes wide. They both blushed with embarrassment. They both looked like deer in the headlights.

“Well don’t stop on my account,” you said trying to calm their nerves.

“I think our girl wants a show,” Danny smirked, eyeing you up and down.

“Then let’s give her what she wants,” Jake said, causing you to blush and your panties to become soaked.

‘Our girl’, that phrase made you weak in the knees. You had been mostly thinking about Jake and Danny together, but you couldn’t deny the thought of the three of you had crossed your mind. You had come to your own ending more than once at the thought of them both having their way with you.

Danny POV

Jake brought you from your knees and onto the couch. He crawled onto your lap straddling you, grinding your cocks together.

“I cannot believe this is finally happening,” you said as Jake trailed his way down your stomach. You shivered at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh. He started to jerk you and place kisses up and down your length. Teasing you in all of the right ways.

He looked angelic like this, just like you had pictured him so many times. The real thing was so much better. You were thanking your lucky stars that you walked onto that bus a few nights ago.

You watched as y/n sunk into a chair across the room giving her a perfect view of the performance, and slid her hand into her pants. Your eyes moved between her and Jake . You were trying to not even blink in fear of missing a moment. You could tell that y/n was doing the same.

“Do you like being watched Jakey? Are you enjoying the attention?” You knew that Jake enjoyed putting on a show for the both of you. He answered by taking you all the way down his throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head in bliss.

“Oh fuck, you love to put on a show, just like I knew you would,” you moaned to him, which in turn made him hum around you. He liked being praised and guided through this. Any bit of nerves you had melted away and you were full of confidence.

“You’re so good at this baby, you look so pretty with your mouth full. Doesn’t he look so pretty y/n?” She groaned at your words. You could hear the sounds of her slick as she plunged two fingers in and out of her cunt. The room was full of the three of you gasping and panting. “He would look even prettier with you fucking his face. He’s taking you so well, I think he could take a little more, don’t you Danny?”

Jake pulled off of you with a ‘pop’ noise and made his way down to a place that no one had ever been. Well, you had been yourself a few times imagining that it was him instead. He kissed his way down before circling your hole with his tongue. He slowly licked at you, but only for a moment before he was devouring you. He was lapping you up like a starved man. He came up to your lips, “Taste yourself, you taste so sweet.”

You swirled your tongues around each other, you took in every sweet drop.

“Will you fuck my face now?” Jake said to you with eyes blown with lust.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” You pushed him down and let him get comfortable, not wanting to push him too far being that this was the first time either of you had done this. He took you in his mouth again easing his way down your cock. Once you thought he was comfortable enough you wasted no time tangling your hands in his hair and pushing down on his head. Your fingers laced in his hair and you were practically screaming for him. He held onto your thighs to keep himself grounded. The lewd sounds coming from Jake were glorious, he was gagging and slurping. You could see tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. You turned your attention back to Y/n, sprawled out watching the events unravel right before her eyes. She looked like she was in a trance, she looked beautiful, you could see her slick running down her thighs. You could tell she was close to her end.

“Y/n, I’m so close, please cum with me.” and your words were her undoing. She came violently soaking everything around her.

“Jake, oh ffuck baby I’m cumming, oh fuck,” His throat constricted you in just the right way and you exploded down his throat and he drank every drop.

You all looked completely fucked out, each of your eyes droopy and glazed over.

You pulled Jake up beside you and he laid his head on your chest, you gestured for Y/n to join you. She sunk down on the couch on the other side of you mimicking Jake putting her head on your chest. The room smelled of delicious sex, you were all radiating a flaming body heat. Y/n placed a gentle kiss on your bare chest. She then sat up and placed a kiss on both your and Jake’s cheeks.

“Did our girl enjoy the show?” you said to her.

She ran her fingers through her folds collecting her cum. She brought one finger to your mouth and the other one to Jake’s. You both eagerly accepted and tasted her sweetness.

“Does that answer your question?”

“I think we will take that as a yes,” you said to her.

Tonight had taken a completely unexpected turn. The two people that you cared about most in the world were laying naked on top of you. You could just feel all of your adoration of each other seeping out. You wanted this to last forever. Your mind was far too cloudy to think any deeper.

You were pulled from this haze when Y/n sat up, “So, I guess we have some things to talk about now.”

You and Jake both nodded in agreement with her when you heard a knock at your door.

“Danny? Are you in there?” It was Sam’s voice. “We can’t find Jake or Y/n anywhere, we’re ready to head to the bar, can you help us look for them?”

“Yeah yeah sure I’ll be right out, I’m sure they just went out for some air while they waited on the rest of us to be ready.”

“Well…I suppose the three of us should clean up and head out with everyone else.” Y/n said.

“Uh yeah, we have been in here for a while.” Jake finally chimed in.

“Sooo, maybe this is a talk to be had tomorrow since we don’t have any plans. Let’s all go out and enjoy our night together and process this all.” Y/n always knew what to say. Even though there was no awkward tension in this moment like you all secretly feared that there would be.

This was blooming into so much more than you could’ve expected.

To Be Continued...

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