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Universal Language

“Vic,” Benji frowned, “These guys are a big deal, okay? They managed to get a record deal at seventeen and they’ve been openly LGBT the entire time, and when their old record label dumped them and tried to poach their rhythm guitarist, they found a new lead singer and reinvented themselves.” Benji glanced back towards the stage before he added, “They’re living every teen musician’s dream.”

—Love Victor & Julie and the Phantoms crossover

... I have no idea what this is.

Please blame the JatP discord server, I have absolutely no clue where this came from 😅 This is unbeta'd, and I hope no one is horribly out of character, but if they are... oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy!

Love Annaelle

Universal Language

“Music is the universal language of humankind.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Victor smiled lightly as Benji bounced up and down beside him, fidgeting with his bracelet as he eyed the stage hard, like if he visualized them hard enough, the opening band for the Battle of the Bands would just appear out of thin air. “Relax,” Victor told him, tentatively reaching out to slot their hands together—he’d only been out for a little while and they’d only been officially dating for a little over a month and Victor wasn’t quite used to being allowed to hold Benji’s hand in public.

Victor chuckled and squeezed his fingers around his boyfriend’s. “I know, Benj, you’ve told me—”

“Us,” Lake interrupted as she popped up beside them, Felix not far behind her, “You’ve told us this all before—it’s all you’ve been able to talk about since they announced they’d be hosting the Battle of the Bands this year.” Lake laced her arm with Felix’s and smiled up at Victor and Benji. “Their manager agreed to let me take a few pictures and ask them a couple of questions for Creek Secrets later too.”

“Really?” Benji very nearly squeaked and Victor’s chest went warm and tight with affection, because he remembered not so long ago, thinking that Benji was so incredibly effortlessly cool—and he was—but he was also a massive dork and Victor adored him.

“Yes, really,” Lake grinned. “If you’re good, I’ll even introduce you.”

Victor laughed when Benji made a tiny noise of excitement. “I wonder if they’re going to perform their old songs or their new songs,” he wondered aloud, eyes straying back towards the stage. “For smaller venues they’ve been known to use Sunset Curve songs rather than Julie and the Phantoms ones, but—”

“Whatever songs they use,” Victor grinned, tugging Benji closer, “I’m sure you’ll love it anyway.”

Benji hummed in agreement, and though he seemed a little distracted still, he still set his hands on Victor’s waist and pulled him close, tilting his head up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of Victor’s lips.

Victor felt his cheeks flush and he had to stop himself from glancing over his shoulder to check no one was watching them because he knew people were probably still watching—coming out and subsequently starting to date Benji (officially) only a month after he and Mia had broken up had fueled the Creekwood gossip mill for days, and at first, people had even tried to come into Brasstown just to sneak pictures of him and Benji doing something as mundane as working together.

Of course, back then, Victor had just been relieved that he and Benji were working together again at all.

“So,” he said quietly when Benji pulled back, sliding his hands down Benji’s back until they rested on his boyfriend’s waist, “Go ahead. Talk about the band, I know you want to.”

Benji grinned up at him, biting down on his lower lip before he said, “Their bassist can play… a truly absurd amount of instruments, apparently, and he loves country music.” He wrinkled his nose and added, “I saw an interview with him and the lead singer once, and they mentioned that he’s always slipping country songs into everyone’s notebooks and pockets—it’s a running gag at this point.”

He glanced at the stage again and bounced on his toes, “Also, no one knows which of the band members are dating. Like,” he clarified when Victor frowned in confusion, “There’s pictures all over the internet of literally every single one of them on dates with each other, and they’re super affectionate on stage and in interviews, and I’m pretty sure I heard they all live together as well.”

“Huh,” Victor frowned. “I guess that’s pretty rare, right? Them being able to keep their private lives somewhat secret?” He couldn’t imagine having to live like that, with a spotlight constantly on him—although he guessed that he did in a way. Being openly gay, even in a fairly liberal town and a very supportive school, kind of felt like living under a spotlight too.

Benji shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, everyone kind of knows that the lead singer and the drummer used to date, but that’s just because they were dating when they signed their original label. I don’t think they’re still dating, I’m pretty sure the drummer’s dating this international skateboarding champion now.”

Victor nodded slowly. “Like Tony Hawk?”

Benji laughed. “Yeah, just like that, but you know—younger. I think he’s just a couple of years older than we are. Closer to Bram and Simon’s age. Super hot too.”

“Really?” Victor chortled. “Should I be worried here?”

Benji laughed, spinning around and wrapping his arms around Victor’s neck. “Oh no,” he grinned. “No, Vic, don’t worry. I’ve only got eyes for one tall, handsome brunet.”

“Okay, good,” Victor leaned in to press a short, hard kiss to Benji’s lips, relishing in the fact that he could.

“Hey you two,” someone crowed from behind them, “Stop being so damn cute, you’ll rot my teeth.” Victor pouted as Benji pulled away and stepped back, waving at Mia and Andrew as they approached them and Lake and Felix. Victor managed an awkward little smile Mia—things weren’t exactly back to normal between them, and Victor and Benji had held off on making their relationship official for over a month to give Mia some time to adjust, some time to deal with the mess Victor had made of their relationship.

He’d apologized, of course, had apologized until he was blue in the face and had given her whatever she needed to process everything. She’d forgiven him, had forgiven them, but things were still a little awkward between them, even though she was dating Andrew now and claimed to be over Victor.

Andrew had been surprisingly supportive when Victor came out, had had his back with the rest of the basketball team, had stood up for him when people tried to be shits in the hallways or in the cafeteria, and had made the whole experience of coming out and being open about his relationship with Benji ten times more bearable, especially in the light of his parents’ utter refusal to discuss his sexuality at all.

Victor had to admit the other guy probably wasn’t so bad at all.

“Fine, fine,” Benji replied playfully, leaning in to hug Mia briefly. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

That had been the most surprising thing about this whole thing. Mia and Benji had bonded, were actual legit friends now, had more inside jokes than Victor and Felix did, and liked to joke about how much of an idiot Victor was on a daily basis. Victor didn’t mind, really, although he wasn’t sure how to feel about his ex-girlfriend and his boyfriend getting on this well.

“You excited for the show?” Mia asked Benji, grinning up at him brightly.

“Yeah,” Benji nodded eagerly, going off on another hilariously detailed rant about the band and the songs that they were most likely going to play, and Victor couldn’t help but smile, because Benji’s enthusiasm for the band and his own impending performance was infectious and he was so damn adorable.

“What’s up everybody?!”

Victor turned to the stage, finding it finally occupied by a tall, gorgeous dark-skinned young woman with thin, long box braids swept up into a playful ponytail. “Oooh, I love her outfit,” he heard Lake whisper audibly, and Mia’s affirmative mumble. Benji, on the other hand, was back to bouncing up and down on his toes excitedly, his fingers tight on Victor’s wrist.

“You guys are in for a treat,” the young woman grinned broadly. “Tonight, you’ll be getting a taste of the original Sunset Curve to open the Battle of the Bands! Our lead singer Julie is unfortunately down with a horrible cold and can’t sing, so we brought in an old fan favorite for a small reunion performance!”

“Oh my God,” Benji whispered. “Bobby’s here!”

Victor frowned in confusion, because he was pretty sure he’d heard Benji mention the name before, but then Benji had been talking about Sunset Curve and Julie and the Phantoms non-stop for the past three weeks and Victor had tried to keep up, tried to keep them all straight in his head, but much as he enjoyed their music, keeping up with the band members was more than a little confusing.

“Give it up for Sunset Curve!” The young woman cheered, and the crowd roared excitedly back at her as the band members filed onto the stage. Victor clapped, grinning at the way Benji was screaming in excitement beside him, the way Mia and Lake were both jumping up and down and Felix was clapping so hard his hands had to be hurting.

He returned his attention to the stage, to the band members that were taking up their places by the instruments and he realized another reason Benji was probably so enthralled by this band—they were all undeniably and stupidly attractive.

“Nothing to worry about, huh?” He asked playfully, nudging Benji in the side.

His boyfriend grinned back at him unrepentantly and winked. “Not a damn thing,” he chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to Victor’s cheek. “But you gotta admit the eye candy is a great bonus.”

Victor just shook his head and laughed, just as the band’s lead singer bounced up to his microphone and greeted the crowd excitedly. “Hi everyone, I’m Luke, just for tonight, we’re Sunset Curve, and this is Now or Never.” The other band members began playing almost before he finished talking, the music loud and lively, stirring up the crowd of people.

As soon as the lead singer—Luke, Victor reminded himself—started singing, Benji sang along, as did a fair few other people in the crowd, and Victor saw why these guys had landed a record deal at seventeen. They sounded even better live than they did in their recorded songs, and Victor found himself bobbing his head to the beat, impressed by the way the band played together, the way they moved together, like a unit, like they knew exactly where everyone was going to be—

His breath caught a little when the bassist skipped across the stage to Luke and Luke moved naturally so they could share the mic between them, both of them pressed so close together there was hardly any space between them at all—they were a hair’s breadth from kissing and somehow Victor didn’t think either of them would mind if the mic, the only thing separating their lips, would disappear altogether.

“I get it,” he shouted at Benji. “Why they can’t figure out who’s dating who. They look like they’re a second away from jumping each other.”

Benji laughed and nodded. “Yeah, that’s part of it.”

The bassist skipped back to his own microphone with a massive grin for the chorus before jumping up onto the little platform with the drummer, who grinned at him with a bright, fond little grin before he jumped back off and they launched into the final chorus, and Benji started singing along again, ecstaticly shouting the lyrics back at the band.

As soon as the last note rang out, the crowd burst into raucous applause and Victor found himself cheering along with the others because he got the hype now. These guys were amazing and they were really entertaining to watch too.

“Thank you,” Luke shouted into the microphone, fingers still curled around the neck of his guitar, grinning wildly. “We’re Sunset Curve!”

“Tell your friends!” The bassist quipped with a cheeky smile, causing a smatter of laughter amongst those gathered there, even as the rest of the band laughed and rolled their eyes as they set their instruments down—or, in the drummer’s case, jumped down from his little platform to join the others.

“Right,” Luke said cheerfully, “I wanna thank Bobby here,” he dragged the tall, darkhaired young man closer with an impish grin, “for coming out of retirement at the ripe old age of twenty-one to join us tonight because Julie couldn’t make it.” Everyone cheered, and Victor clapped too, even as the singer continued, “And we want to welcome you to this edition of Battle of the Bands!”

The crowd cheered again, and Luke beamed. “We’ve got five really great bands lined up for you,” the bassist continued, and the drummer nodded beside him, smiling lightly as he looked out at the crowd, taking a clipboard from the dark-skinned woman who’d announced them.

“First up, there’s—” he glanced down at the clipboard and frowned, glancing towards Luke incredulously. “Dude, did you write this?”

Luke glanced over with a pout. “No.”

Victor glanced towards Benji, but he didn’t seem to understand the dynamic anymore than Victor did. Before either of them could comment though, the drummer snorted a laugh and said, “Can’t blame me for asking, man, when stuff is weirdly illegible, it’s usually you.”

Victor laughed at that, before the drummer said, “Anyway, first up is the Sticky Beaks!”

Benji gasped as the crowd applauded, swallowed thickly and turned to Victor with a nervous little smile. “Wish me luck,” he breathed, and Victor tried to smile encouragingly, leaning down to press a swift kiss to Benji’s lips, smiling against his boyfriend’s lips when Benji’s hands came up to clutch at the back of his neck for a long moment before he leaned back.

“You got this,” he told Benji, grinning back before his boyfriend bounced up to the stage with the rest of the band—minus Derek, who had quit the band after his and Benji’s break up.

“So,” Felix said as they watched Benji take the microphone from Luke, “You know what he’s playing?”

The other three pressed closer too, eager to hear Victor’s answer. “Some country song,” he replied, watching the band set up as the guys from Sunset Curve stood at the edge of the stage, chatting quietly amongst themselves. “I think he mentioned he chose it because it was uh—” he gestured towards the bassist, who was now tucked under the blond drummer’s arm.

“Reggie,” Mia supplied.

“Right,” Victor nodded. “Reggie’s favorite. He mentioned it in an interview or something.”

“Hah,” Andrew snorted. “Who knew your boyfriend was such a fanboy, Salazar?” Victor shook his head with a smile, because that was indeed quite the revelation—if not a very delightful one.

“It’s cute,” Mia said, smiling lightly as Benji began strumming the guitar, taking up his place at the microphone as the others set up next to and behind him. Victor remembered the first time he’d watched Benji play at one of these, when he’d still been desperately trying to convince himself he could be into Mia romantically, when Benji had sung ‘Call Me Maybe’.

He wondered if this time would be just as mesmerizing.

“Hi everyone,” Benji exclaimed happily. “We’re the Sticky Beaks, and since we aren’t allowed to do original songs this time, we prepared an old favorite of ours. Enjoy.”

When Benji started playing and singing, Victor noticed the darkhaired bassist—Reggie—perk up immediately, slapping excitedly at the drummer’s arm and tugging on Luke’s hand with an eager grin. Victor couldn’t help but grin, because not only did Benji and the band sound amazing, but it looked like his intention of getting Sunset Curve’s attention by using Reggie’s favorite song was working.

“I just need you to know,” Benji sang, eyes fastening on Victor, and Victor’s breath caught in his lungs for a second as his heartbeat sped up. “I love you more than a California sunset, more than a beer when you ain’t twenty-one yet—”

Victor remembered to breathe when Felix elbowed him in the side, smirking at him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully when Victor managed to look away from his boyfriend.

Victor blushed, biting down on his lip as he looked back toward Benji, who winked at him as he sang, “Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook, when the guy gets the guy at the end of the book—but, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down, 'cause I can't love you more than my hometown.”

Victor shuddered when Benji drew out the final note, and he was the first to burst into loud, raucous cheering when the music died down, and he noticed with some satisfaction that the Sunset Curve guys all looked really impressed too—Reggie was practically vibrating in excitement, held in place only by his bandmates hands on him.

“How about that?” Luke cheered as he strutted back onto stage, clapping Benji on the shoulder jovially. “That’s a tough act to follow,” he said as Benji very nearly floated off the stage, throwing his arms around Victor as soon as he was within reach.

Victor stopped paying attention to the next band almost immediately, focusing instead on his jubilant boyfriend. “Having you in the crowd is like a good luck charm,” Benji laughed, leaning in to press a more passionate, deeper kiss than they usually shared in public to his lips. “You have to always come to performances from now on,” Benji decreed as soon as they’d parted.

“Sure,” Victor chuckled. “If you can convince Sarah to give us time off on the same nights.”

Benji wrinkled his nose. “As long as I never have to go shopping with her again, I’ll do whatever it takes to convince her to let us have time off at the same time.”

Before Victor could say anything to that, the rest of their friends pounced on them and the rest of Benji’s band, congratulating them on a good performance and teasing Benji for his choice in songs. The band joined in teasing Benji mercilessly, bringing up the time Benji had asked them to learn ‘Call Me Maybe’ in less than a week—both Victor and Benji blushed hard at that—and Mia pointing out with a smirk that even she had thought there might be more to the way they looked at each other until Derek popped up.

“Dude!”

They spun around to find the Sunset Curve bassist—Reggie, Victor reminded himself—standing behind them with an absurdly excited expression, practically bouncing in place.

“Uh,” Benji said slowly, and Reggie grinned. “I can’t believe you played that—it was so good, where did you hear it first? Like, lots of people ignore country music as a whole at these things but you managed the sound so well I’d almost believe you were Wallen himself, but you know—” he waved a hand at Benji and Victor’s entwined hands. “—younger and gayer.”

“Uh,” Victor said, this time.

“Reg, baby,” the drummer strolled up behind him casually and slung an arm around the bassist. “Are you scaring the baby gays again?”

“No, ‘lex,” Reggie pouted up at the blond. “I was being nice.”

“He—he was,” Benji managed, although he still looked a little like he was about to faint. “He said he liked the song we played, he was just—asking us about it.”

The drummer nodded, keeping his arm around Reggie’s shoulders, and said, “That really was a great performance—we don’t get a lot of country at these. I think Reggie nearly expired with excitement when he recognized the song.”

He jostled the bassist playfully and Victor was fascinated by the interaction, because earlier he’d been convinced that Reggie had something going on with Luke, the lead singer—that chemistry when they’d shared a microphone was insane. Now, though, seeing him with the drummer, seeing that casual affection between them that he’d only seen with couples who’d been together forever, like Bram and Simon, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

He abruptly understood why no one knew which of these boys were dating.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Benji managed, a little flustered and bashful like he usually got when people gave him compliments. “That’s—that’s why we picked it.”

“Oh,” Reggie looked at them with wide eyes. “Really? That’s so cool though, how’d you know we—”

“He’s a fan, Reg,” the drummer pointed out. “You’ve mentioned it’s your favorite song in like ten interviews in the last year alone.” Reggie’s cheeks flushed with a splotchy blush and he looked down for a second with a pout—Victor hadn’t even said anything and he still felt like he’d kicked a puppy—before the drummer grumbled and shook his head.

“It’s not a bad thing, Reg,” he said, but before Reggie could say anything, Luke the lead singer popped up beside them, grinning excitedly.

“Hey man,” he told them, “Don’t tell anyone yet, but you guys were definitely the best ones so far.”

“Thanks,” Benji choked, and the band made similar appreciative noises behind them. “You guys are… so cool,” he then blurted, much to his own shock, it seemed. “I just—” he squeezed Victor’s hand hard, and Victor squeezed back just as tightly as Benji said, “Just—you guys coming out, being proud about who you were, especially you, Alex—” he gestured towards the drummer, “It helped. A lot.”

Reggie’s mouth had fallen open into a tiny ‘o’ and Alex’s expression looked complicated, but Victor got it too. The first time someone at school had cornered him and told him his coming out had made a difference for them, he’d been overwhelmed and shocked too.

“That’s—uh,” Alex stuttered, “I’m glad it made a difference.”

“Told you,” Luke grinned, patting Alex on the shoulder. “Making out on stage after our manager told us to pray the gay away is still the best thing we ever did.”

Victor snorted an ugly laugh at that, and when everyone turned to look at him, he winced, “Sorry, it’s not funny, it’s just—that’s exactly what my grandparents suggested I do when I told them I was gay and that I had a boyfriend. They even sent the priest to our house.”

Alex shook his head and Luke pouted. “My parents disowned me,” Alex said quietly, honestly. “Reggie’s tried to beat him up—Luke’s mom was the only one that accepted us.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s awesome,” Luke snorted, and then nudged Reggie before turning to Benji. “Wanna show us the chords to that song? I bet anything Reg’s been dying to ask you that since he first heard you play it.” Before Victor knew it, his boyfriend was whisked away, back to the instruments, chattering excitedly with Luke and Reggie, leaving him standing awkwardly with Alex, who was shaking his head fondly as he watched his bandmates.

“So, uh,” Victor tried, feeling desperately awkward and completely out of his depth but also deeply curious, “how’d you figure out you were gay?”

Alex blinked at him in surprise before chuckling and shaking his head. “You’ve seen my bandmates, right? I’ve known them since I was eight. Hard not to notice.” He deadpanned, gesturing towards Luke and Reggie. Victor glanced towards them too and flushed, eyes catching on Luke’s impressive biceps in that stupid shirt with the sleeves cut off, and the curve of Reggie’s lips.

“Yeah,” he agreed faintly, “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.”

Alex laughed, running his fingers through his blond hair. “They’re idiots,” he said, but he sounded fond as he said it, and Victor watched curiously as Alex glanced back towards Reggie and Luke, who were watching Benji attentive as he played something on his guitar and then mimicked it.

The smile on Alex’s face went soft and fond, and Victor vaguely wondered if he looked like that when he looked at Benji, wondered if Alex was looking at Luke or at Reggie and wondered about the skateboarding champion Benji had mentioned.

Whatever else, he was glad his own love life was—now—not nearly as complicated as Alex’s seemed to be.

“Does it get easier?” He asked quietly, so quietly that for a second he was sure—and glad—that Alex hadn’t heard him at all.

“Sometimes,” Alex replied suddenly, and Victor nearly jumped when the drummer patted his shoulder lightly. “Sometimes it’s easier—and then others it’s just as terrifying as the first time you have to say it out loud.” He bit his lip and shook his head lightly. “All I can really tell you to do is to find your people. Once you got those in your corner… I’m telling you, the world feels a lot less scary when you’ve got good people in your corner.”

He gestured towards Reggie, who was still talking animatedly with Benji, and Luke, who had apparently gotten bored and was bothering their fourth band member, hanging off his shoulder and chatting in his ear. “They’re idiots, but they’re my idiots. Find a couple of your own and there’s nothing you can’t do.”

Victor glanced over his shoulder at his friends, who were actually dancing to whatever band was on stage now, watched Felix try to spin Lake into an unneccessarily complicated spin and nearly trip all over himself while doing so and watched Mia and Andrew laugh at them before they switched partners and tried again—with mixed results—and found himself smiling.

“I think I already have,” he admitted.

When he looked back, Alex was smiling at him, patting his shoulder again. “Good on you, kid.”

“Alex!” Reggie was bouncing back towards them, dragging Benji behind him with a slightly manic grin. “Alex, tell him I’m not allowed to drive the truck, he won’t believe me when I tell him you hide the keys.”

Alex shook his head and gave Reggie an exasperated look before he turned back to Victor. “So much work, these idiots, no matter how much we love them.” He ignored Reggie’s indignant squawk and pulled him close, planting a kiss on Reggie’s lips before he shoved him back. “I hide the keys from you because the last three times we let you drive, you almost crashed the car because you got distracted by a cute dog, a cloud shaped like a hot dog and cows in a field. Not neccessarily in that order.”

Reggie pouted. “Cows are cool.”

Alex rolled his eyes again, yanked Reggie closer for another quick, hard kiss before he pushed him back, and said, “You’re so lucky you play bass.”

Benji chuckled and patted Reggie on the shoulder comfortingly before he sidled up next to Victor again. “It’s okay, man, Victor won’t let me drive anywhere either.” Victor rolled his eyes, because they’d had this conversation several times, and he was glad they could joke about it now, could laugh about it now that Benji had his license back, but he did remember the days that the subject had rendered his boyfriend sullen and withdrawn for days at a time.

“Last time you drove, you drove straight through a Wendy’s,” he deadpanned.

Benji pouted. “That was one time.”

Reggie huffed and grabbed Benji’s hand, dragging him back towards where Luke and Bobby were still talking. “Come on, Benji, let’s go somewhere we’re actually appreciated.”

Victor laughed a little as Reggie dragged Benji off, watching as the darkhaired bassist jumped into Luke’s arms as soon as he was within reach, planting a long kiss on Luke’s lips before slinging an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders and starting to talk with large, exaggerated gestures, making the three others laugh almost instantly.

Felix popped up beside him and immediately started talking a mile a minute, excited and enthusiastic and entirely unaware that Victor only caught about every four words of his long speech—it had something to do with food and a double date, but that was all he managed to glean from Felix’s speech before the other boy turned to Alex.

His eyes widened before he held out a hand and said, “Dude, you were so cool up there, with the whole—” he mimed beating the drums and Alex snorted a laugh as Felix continued, “And like, you were singing too, that’s some prime multitasking, man, I don’t think I could do it, I’d probably forget to drum half the time or forget the words I’m supposed to sing—”

Alex was staring at Felix with an expression that bordered between awed and mildly horrified, which was a pretty standard reaction after a first exposure to Felix’s… big personality, and Victor was a little impressed by how well Alex seemed to handle the abrupt changes in topics before his gaze drifted over to Reggie, who was still talking to Luke, Benji and Bobby and it suddenly clicked.

He glanced towards Alex and found Alex staring back at him with wide, horrified eyes, and Victor didn’t need to know him very well to know they were thinking the exact same thing.

“We can never let them meet,” Alex said decisively, as soon as Felix abandoned them to go dance with Lake again.

“Nope,” Victor shook his head. “The universe would implode.”

“It probably would, Christ,” Alex laughed, shaking his head. “It’s fine. I’ll go manage my village idiot—I’ll send your boyfriend back to you to help you handle yours.”

Victor huffed a laugh. “Thanks, man.”

Alex patted him on the shoulder one more time and added, “It was nice meeting you, Victor.” He walked off before Victor could reply, but Victor smiled anyway.

Benji turned to smile at him when Alex joined the group, slotting between Reggie and Luke like he belonged there—which he probably did—and Victor smiled back, his chest going all warm and tight again before he turned and went to join his friends.

Benji would probably be caught up with the band for a while, and Victor came to have fun.

He took Mia’s hand when she reached out and let her guide him into a simple spin before he settled into rhythm with the rest of the group, grinning wildly at his friends—his people—as they danced.

Things were going to be fine.

End Notes:

The song Benji sings is ‘More than my hometown’ by Morgan Wallen

Some HC’s that didn’t make it into the fic:

* Luke, Alex and Reggie have been dating since before they managed to get a record deal, but they figured it’d be easier to keep their romantic life private if they kept fans guessing.

* this was then helped when Alex met Willie and fell head over heels in love with him too. He’s cool with Alex’s relationship with Luke and Reggie.

*Luke and Julie dated for a while too, but they split up because they kept clashing over the stupidest things — they work better platonically. Julie and Flynn are now dating.

* Their original record label was run by a bunch of homophobic assholes that tried to convince Bobby, the band’s token straight, to sell out his friends. Instead he told them and they figured something out

* Bobby retired because he was done with showbizz and the other three met Julie and reinvented themselves before getting signed to a new label.

#love victor #Julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #venji #peterpatter #alexreggie #alexlukereggie #willex #Luke patterson #Alex mercer #reggie peters #victor salazar #benji campbell #my writing #Lisa writes

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Member: LEE JUYEON

Genre: angst, fluff, romance, chaebol feels cause i can totally see juyeon as a chaebol who’s self-sustaining idk

A/N: Here’s juyeon in something that looks like a suit/formal wear cause i couldn’t find a gif of him in a suit :”) m sed. i’m also very very very weak for settings that are of high-class and somewhat jazzy/sophisticated/expensive themes. throwing in romance just boosts the bonus points ;”)

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Frustrated (light smut)

Love Somebody (light smut)

Play With Fire (smut)

you couldn’t help but to smile softly at the sound of your colleagues lowkey dissing the hell out of your boss. you’ve been working at this law firm for nearly half a year now, and nearly nobody working in the building has any clue how your boss looks like.

there wasn’t a single photo of him in the building, and even if there was, the only person who knew how he looked like refused to disclose the information.

“don’t you find it strange that mr lee sangyeon refuses to tell us how our boss even looks like? surely there’s some portrait of him hanging somewhere in the office,” you look at chanhee who was on the verge of spitting his food out in the midst of aggressively complaining.

you laugh, using your tongue and cleaning the small bits of tomato and lettuce from your teeth, watching sunwoo grab a napkin. you expected him to wipe his mouth before going off on a diss, but he just crumples it in his hand and says whatever he wanted to say.

“i asked him before and he said that we’d gossip about him if we knew who he really was. all i know is that he hasn’t been in the building since his father gave him the law firm.”

“huh?” chanhee’s eyes were wide open and staring at sunwoo upon the new information. “don’t tell me... so he’s just a chaebol who thinks he doesn’t need to work just ‘cause his father owns the company? wha... this guy is really something else...”

you exchange glances with eric, who had been silent alongside you and listening to the conversation.

“if you google the law firm and his father’s name, only his father’s name comes up,” sunwoo pulls up his phone, mouth still chewing on the last bit of his pasta.

“oh! what’s his name? are there any pictures of him?” chanhee leaned towards the younger, trying to take a look at the phone screen while sunwoo googles the name.

“ah, he’s only been referred to as the son of his father... no pictures of him...”

chanhee bares his teeth in disappointment, pulling away and returning his attention to his food.

“what’s the internet good for if we can’t even find the information we need...”

you chuckle, taking a sip from your coffee.

the last six months you’ve been working here, you’ve been clearing every case with ease. you’ve worked with chanhee, sunwoo and with eric on the latest one, and you’ve won every case you needed to turn up in court for.

but all those wins were at the expense of your sleep and alone time.

there was nothing for you to worry about though, mr lee sangyeon has already given you feedback that you were doing well anyway.

but you couldn’t help but wonder: just who is your boss?

you, chanhee, eric and sunwoo entered the company in the same batch six months ago, and since then your boss has not once stepped into the building. what was strange was that nobody else has spoken about him. it almost seemed like every other employee under the law firm was either terrified to even speak of him, or that they were simply clueless.

you’ve tried digging the information from the colleague sitting next to your cubicle: lee jaehyun.

but never does he once budge. all he’s ever done when you ask about your phantom boss was shake his head and tell you not to ask anybody else about him. you’ve tried to ask if he was a scary boss or that he’s never even seen him before, but he shooed you away and told you to focus on your cases instead.

the week passes in a flash, with a new case you’ve been working on with chanhee that’s been holding the both of you back in office till late hours was killing you. if it wasn’t for mr lee sangyeon shutting off all the electricity in the office, you and chanhee would’ve probably spent the night there.

“the both of you are allowed to report to office at 10 am tomorrow. you guys get two hours discount because i know this case is pretty tough. it’s your first business lawsuit, right?”

chanhee’s eyes were rolled back so far in his head that he looked drunk, so you take the initiative to respond by nodding with whatever energy you had left in you.

“okay. good job for now. go home,” the manager taps on chanhee’s shoulders and jerks him a little. “go home or the both of you are fired!”

chanhee shoots up at the word “fired”, only bowing in apology before the both of you gets chased out of the office.

THE NEXT MORNING

“GOOOOOOD MOR--”

“shut the fuck up!”

you turn your head sharply at sunwoo who hissed at you. he was seated near the entrance of the office, so he was the first person to hear you push open the doors like you were entering heaven.

“well, that’s not very kind of yo--”

“he’s fucking here, you dumbwit!” sunwoo has a finger pressed to his lips and a look of urgency cemented into his face. frankly, he looked like he was in pain.

eric, who was sitting right next to him, looks at both you and chanhee and shakes his head gently.

you look around the office, and you notice everybody’s heads were dipped into their laptops and case files. it was so quiet, it’ll be an understatement if you said you could hear a pin drop.

“i’m sorry, who’s here?” you frown at sunwoo, frowning a little while you remember you didn’t bother wearing a brooch. it wasn’t compulsory, but mr lee sangyeon has mentioned before that it was an office tradition. you note that nobody else has the brooch on besides chanhee and lee jaehyun.

“oh my god, you’re a fucki--”

“oh!” you hear your manager call out. you and chanhee react to the enthusiastic greeting, and you see your manager walking along the larger offices and around the cubicles where you worked. “the both of you are here! i was beginning to worry you were going to be late.”

mr lee sangyeon stops about two metres before you, hands in his pocket. you notice he has a brooch on his breast pocket, and you don’t remember him ever wearing it.

“why don’t the two of you settle down for a bit, and around...” he looks at his watch. “ten thirty? meet me outside the CEO’s office.”

you hear chanhee hiccup at the instruction. though you were a lawyer yourself, you take longer than necessary to process the information.

“huh?” you blurt out. you notice sunwoo facepalming in the corner of your eye while your manager had the stiffest smile on his face. “the... the CEO?”

“yes, the CEO.”

you hear chanhee stammer a little bit. “uh... i... did we do anything wrong? are we getting fired? why are we going to the CEO’s of--”

“oh, no! none of that,” your manager bursts into laughter and waves his hand in your faces. “the CEO was just looking through the case files and he thinks this one is going to be tricky. he’s thinking of helping the both of you through it!”

your face doesn’t move, but your eyes turn to look at chanhee who was now standing right next to you.

the ceo hasn’t even been in the damn building since he got the law firm. who does he think he is, thinking of helping us ‘through it’?

“oh, don’t sweat it! he’s not as bad as people say, trust me.”

you force out a weak smile, noticing sunwoo giving you two thumbs-up without smiling. it was as if he was sending you off to your death.

“ohmygod we’re gonna get fired we’re gonna get fired ohmyjesus we’re going to get fired we’regonnagetfi--”

“shut your trap, would you?” you whisper harshly, punching chanhee lightly in his arm. the both of you were standing outside the CEO’s office, the digital clock in the corner of the space displaying 1027.

“mr lee already said we’re not getting fired, so stop freaking out on me!” you urge him to collect himself as you hear the door of your manager’s door click open.

“when you’re inside, just address him with ‘sir’ and mr lee if you’re talking to me, okay?” your manager grins widely at you. you absorb his demeanor, only now realising that he must’ve known that the ceo was going to come into office today. there was no other reason why he chose today to wear the brooch.

“relax, and just hear him out carefully with whatever he says, okay? the both of you will be fine as long as i’m around.”

you frown to yourself, and you could almost hear chanhee get a whole asthma attack behind you.

‘you’ll be fine as long as i’m around’? is this guy a wolf or vampire or something?

your manager turns and knocks on the frosted glass, and you turn to notice a vague, dark shadow standing inside.

“come in.”

your manager pushes the door open, and chanhee pushes you to enter the office first.

the first thing you notice was the scent of the space once you were inside.

there was a light scent that reminded you of the mountains and trees whenever you went hiking. the scent of dew, pine trees and fresh air was the only thing you could smell.

the next thing you noticed was how incredibly neat and large the office was. you’ve never stepped into this office before, and though mr lee sangyeon’s was right next to this office, it looked like it was easily double the size of his.

“go easy on them,” your manager’s voice snapped you back to reality. you found yourself standing awkwardly behind the chairs that looked expensive on its own. “don’t scare my newbies, please.”

you hear your manager laugh. your eyes travel from the orientation of the room and it’s black and golden-brown colors to see the man that sent the entire office into complete silence since you’ve stepped in, and you nearly lost your grip on all the files you had in your arm.

“why?” your boss laughs as he turns around from the shelf behind his desk, placing a file on the surface before looking at you and chanhee. “there’s no reason for them to be scared as long as they haven’t done anything wrong.”

you blink multiple times, forgetting that anybody might’ve thought you had something in your eye if they saw it. your boss looked even younger than your manager, and he wasn’t even in a suit.

he was in a blue blazer with silver buttons, with a button down top underneath and black pants with his hair waxed upwards. had you not known this man was your boss, you would’ve thought he was some random guy who broke into his office. you were expecting someone in his mid thirties or something, so seeing someone barely a few years older than you standing in the office labelled ‘CEO’ was difficult to swallow.

“choi chanhee, right?” he first looks at your friend, fingers mindlessly fiddling with each other behind the files he was holding in his hands. chanhee quickly bows. you observe carefully as his eyes travel from chanhee to you.

“you... you’re the one who’s closed like, three cases in the six months you were here, right?” he tilts his head while he asks the question. you bow cautiously with your hand over your chest.

“i only let them take up this case because they both stood out to me the most,” your manager pulls out both chairs at the table, gesturing to the both of you to sit. the ceo smiles, turning and leaning his rear against the edge of the table. he looks out the window behind his desk and beside the shelf, watching the city pass by second by second.

your manager gets the both of you settled in the seats like a parent, and you watch as chanhee tries his best to speak with his eyes.

your manager shakes his head lightly, only to pat chanhee on his shoulder.

“don’t you dare scare them!” your manager warns the ceo. he looks over his shoulder and nods without a smile. chanhee looks worriedly at your manager leaving the office, physically uneasy as the door shuts with a click.

there was a heavy, awkward silence that hung in the air while both you and chanhee watch your ceo stare out of the window. you couldn’t even see his face because all you were looking at were the creases on his back.

“the first rule i need you two to follow if we are to work together is professionalism,” his voice startles you, but he doesn’t turn around. “meaning that whatever obstacles that come by, we discuss it as a team. the company that filed for this lawsuit, objectively speaking, was in the wrong. it’s highly likely that we’ll lose as the defendant if we make one small mistake.”

you hear chanhee gulp, and if it was loud enough for you to hear, your ceo probably heard it too.

he finally pushes himself off the desk and turns around, pulling out the chair so he was now sitting facing the both of you.

his eyes were so focused, so serious, that you realise now why your manager hasn’t said anything about him to any of you newbies.

he was intimidating and there was a look of sheer determination in him that would’ve scared the balls out of certain people. lee jaehyun was probably one of them.

your manager must’ve told anybody who has already met him to keep quiet about his intimidating personality.

but... where the hell has he been the last six months? and was he even qualified to be giving us this speech?

“the second thing i need the both of you to know is that this isn’t going to be an easy case. i’m going to need the both of you to commit to it right now, and if you can’t just be honest. i’m not going to fire you just because you’re worried about losing a difficult case in the first six months you’re working here.”

you purse your lips, confident that you were going to get through this, even if it meant losing.

chanhee doesn’t agree though.

“actually,” you snap your head to glare at chanhee when he opens his mouth. your ceo leans back in his seat, his face a lack of emotion. “i can’t deny i’m worried that we’re going to lose the case. i agree that there’s a high chance that we might lose as the defense counsel so--”

“are you nuts?” you interrupt him with a low voice. as if your ceo isn’t going to hear it. “so what if we lose the case?”

“i’m sorry, i just--”

“no, it’s fine, i totally understand,” your ceo shakes his head and leans forward again, resting his arms on the surface of the desk and reaching for the case file. “i know how it feels like to lose a case, even when you know it’s difficult to win.”

you snap your head back to the man sitting opposite you with eyes made of steel, completely forgetting that he was your ceo.

‘i know how it feels’?

“sangyeon hyung told me that you were exhausted yesterday after working on this case all day, so i’m giving you a chance to walk away and trust me and y/n with it.”

you return your attention to chanhee, your head chanting “no no no no no no please no”

but chanhee gives you an apologetic look.

you sigh and resign to fate, wanting to bury your face in your palms, but the sound of your ceo clicking on a pen prevents you from doing so.

“alright, i’ll get the details of the case fixed by the end of the day. before you clock out in the evening, do give it a check and inform me if your name is still on the case in the system.”

he scribbles something in the case file and gives chanhee a look that you couldn’t read. no smile, no nod, nothing.

“if there’re no further questions then you may leave,” he directs the instruction at chanhee. you look at him with begging eyes, telling him not to ditch you alone with this man.

you should’ve known chanhee was merciless at heart, and you were on the verge of cursing at him when you see him shoot you a cheeky smile when you watch him escape.

your eyes remain glued to chanhee’s back as he exits the office, and the frosted glass door takes forever to close.

“anything about the glass door that’s so fascinating to you?”

you turn your neck so fast at his question that you feel a nerve snap. you wince a little at the pain that shoots up your head, but you manage to collect yourself while he looks through the case file that chanhee left behind.

“i know what you’re thinking,” he looks up at you through his lashes, and you’ve never seen the whites of someone’s eyes so... glaring. “but i’m very sure you don’t need to concern yourself with whatever those questions or thoughts are.”

he closes the case file and leans forward, so much that you felt the need to lean back into your seat.

“all you need to know is that i’m here to help you with this case, despite the level of difficulty. and i want you to know that i have faith in you. that even if you lose, you would’ve fought a good fight.”

what in the world is he even talking about now?

he doesn’t give you time to let nonsensical thoughts run through your head. all he does was fumble around in his drawers for some blank paper and he furiously types on his computer.

you weren’t sure if you were just overwhelmed by all the questions that you couldn’t even form in your head, or that he just waltzed in here and took over a case that belonged to you and chanhee. either way, you were completely dumbfounded.

he prints you a case file sheet, and before you could even read what was on it, he speaks again.

“just follow that sheet and do whatever you need to do to find the information and details. after you’re done, you will submit it back to me and i’ll hand you the next sheet.”

what?

“i’m sorry, wha--”

“did i say you could ask questions?” he looks at you, writing stopped and the tip of the pen still on a piece of paper in the file. you unconsciously shoot him a dirty look at his response, but you don’t realise it yourself because he doesn’t bother giving you a reaction.

“you may return to your working space. have it done by tonight and get out of the office by 8pm. you will report to me tomorrow at 8am, and if you’re late, you’ll be removed from the case.”

8pm was earlier than the recommended end-of-work time.

you open your mouth to protest, not realising that your face has contorted into a mess of anger and completely disbelief. but he looks up at you again, and if his eyes could talk, you swore they said, shut up and get out.

you swallow your pride, sucking a deep breath so hard that you were sure he could hear it. you stand up, give a polite bow, and turn on your heels to leave his office.

once the door clicks behind you and you make sure your manager was back in his office, you start mouthing long strings of vulgarities, trembling and shaking within your control.

“motherfucker-- what the fuck--”

you return to your seat opposite chanhee’s, and sunwoo and eric rush over to you at the sight of your silent tantrum.

“what happened? is he as shitty as we predicted him to be?”

you huff and bury your face into your hands, careful not to let your fingers mess up your hair.

“i should’ve dropped the damn case, ugh,” you groan, not wanting to engage in a gossip session with sunwoo and eric. chanhee shoos them away to let you work on whatever you were told to do, and you did just that.

to your dismay, this cycle repeats itself for the next two weeks.

nothing but filling up case file sheets like it was homework, and your boss never once has a conversation about it with you. you were starting to wonder if he was just feeding you worksheets to help him get through the case because there was nearly nothing else you could think of that he could’ve been working on on his own.

you were more than happy to be working on this case, and though you were given more time to rest at home, you were losing time with your colleagues. on top of that, it’s not like you went to sleep the moment you got home. you worked on it until your eyes couldn’t bear to stay open, and it wasn’t difficult to notice because sunwoo made fun of your eyebags one week after you started filling up case file worksheets.

you were ready to storm into his office in strong protest one morning, but your manager breaks the unfortunate news to you on a bright, sunny day.

“excuse me?” your mouth hung agape at the new information. “he wants me to what?”

sunwoo, eric and chanhee look up from their desks and watches as you painfully process the instructions. your manager doesn’t do anything besides continue the rest of the message relayed from your ceo.

“there’ll be a Porsche at the entrance of the building in about an hour’s time, so you should have all things case-related with you when you get into the car.”

you couldn’t believe your fucking ears.

not only was he feeding you worksheets, now you had to fix your work schedule around him?

you were huffing as you searched through his shelves for the case-related items, only to realise there was nothing left of it in his office. you couldn’t be bothered wondering where all the materials were, because everything the case needed had been filled up by you, and he’s probably stashed it somewhere waiting to claim the credit for himself.

chanhee watches you as you gather every file and sheet of paper case-related from your work space, and you don’t bother finishing your coffee before offering it to chanhee.

“call the fucking police if i don’t text you by dinner please,” you nearly snap at chanhee, filled with frustration and anger. he laughs at your demise, taking a sip from the coffee you barely drank as you drag yourself to leave the office.

your suitcase was much heavier than usual with all the case files in it, so you were only grateful that the Porsche’s chauffeur was kind enough to help you get the door open.

“sorry for needing you to get the door open,” you huff, slightly out of breath as the chauffeur returns to the driver’s seat. you pull the seatbelt over your chest and buckle it, patting down the creases of your pants and blazer.

“oh, no it’s totally normal! we’ve been instructed to help whoever’s getting into the vehicles mr lee send anyway, regardless of the things they are carrying.”

“uh... mr lee? lee sang yeon?”

“huh?” the driver looks at your through the rear mirror. his eyes light up once he processes your words and chuckles warmly. “oh, no. mr lee sangyeon is the manager of the law firm. i’m talking about mr lee juyeon, the ceo.”

so that’s his name.

“oh,” you mumble to yourself, looking out the window as the car drives away from the building. “lee juyeon... would’ve been more convincing if lee sangyeon was the one who gave those instructions.”

“did you say something?”

“uh--” you stutter.

shit.

“i--”

“are you one of his lawyers who think that he’s mean and cold and unreasonable?” he smiles at you with a look of mischief in his eyes.

isn’t he?

asshole.

you struggle to read his expression, because all you could think of was the fact that you were on his way to his home office just because he was ‘unable to be in the office today’.

“judging by your silence, i’m guessing you are one of those people.”

you look away, telling yourself to shut up before you say anything horrible and get yourself fired.

the chauffeur must’ve picked up on your discomfort, and he doesn’t say anything else the rest of the drive.

the drive was barely ten minutes compared to the near one hour it took you to travel from your apartment to the office. but what was more shocking to you was where this douchebag lived.

the Porsche stops at a building in an area that you’ve never stepped foot in, for the sole reason that this was the most expensive building in the city.

you should’ve expected it, but seeing it for yourself and being physically present made it all the more harder to believe it.

you were so busy looking up at the building in awe from the inside of the car that you don’t notice the chauffeur get the door open, and someone else comes to get your suitcase for you.

you now notice both the chauffeur and the man who took your suitcase for you had brooches of the same design but different colors on their blazers.

you follow the man who took your suitcase into the lift lobby, the chandelier that hung way up above your head was the first thing that you took notice of. the walls and floor were black and gold, and everything else in the lift lobby was either silver or bronze.

you would’ve totally thought this was a hotel if you didn’t know your ceo lived here.

you stand in awkward silence as the lift ascends to the top floor, and it takes you a moment to realise that the top floor were all penthouses because the lift stops, and the man presses a button before the doors opens directly into someone’s living room.

your eyes widen in wonder, and for a moment you believed you were in some sightseeing tower. beyond the living room was a whole glass wall that spanned the length of the living room, allowing you to take in the view of the city.

there were two flights of stairs on both sides as you exit the lift, and you catch a glimpse of the extremely large television screen mounted onto the wall on the left, and the kitchen on the right.

you could’ve spent the entire time just gawking at the orientation and the view, but the sound of shoes clacking against the marble floor steals your attention away.

you turn, your footing now adjacent to the first steps of the stairs on both sides, only to see your boss walking down the steps with a phone held to his ear.

the man who has your suitcase bows, earning a small nod and wave from your ceo.

huh, the waving is new.

the man lays your suitcase down by the table that was sitting on huge rug on the floor in the middle of the living room. you walk over, scanning the expensive looking three-set sofa that surrounded the table, the only empty side facing the television that looked more like a theatre screen up close.

“i understand,” you watch as your ceo pats the man on his back and send him off, attention still on the conversation on the phone. “i look forward to meeting you next month, mr shin. always an honour working with you.”

you turn back, now looking at the table and the sofas, but your eyes naturally follow the light, and you begin walking to the glass window where the city passes by below your feet. cars were the size of ants and humans looked like specks of dust.

“you know i just got my windows cleaned yesterday.”

you step back, quickly realising that you were so cooped up with staring at the world outside that you pressed your forehead and nose against the surface of the glass, leaving ugly marks on it. your hands fly up to your mouth, your eyes widening at the sight.

your first instinct was to reach up with your arm and wipe it off, but your boss was suddenly next to you, his grip on your wrist stopping whatever you wanted to do.

“it’s fine. leave it be, i’ll get someone to wipe it off later.”

he releases his hold on you and walks away.

you wince quietly to yourself, mentally berating yourself for being so mindless and careless despite being in his (pent)house while he picks up your suitcase and takes out all the case files.

“i need you to look through the 3rd and 7th piece over and tell me more about the company’s leases and financial bonds,” he looks through the file and leaves it open on the third sheet, laying it flat on the table. “give me a minute.”

you sit on the sofa, your heels making it difficult to walk on the rug. you watch as he takes two steps at a time up the stairs and disappears behind a wall that you assume was a hallway.

you spent a whole day staring at each piece of worksheet, so you’ve basically memorised everything about the third and seventh sheet he needed you to look at.

you wonder why he was wearing an all black fit in the comfort of his own home instead.

within a minute he was rushing back down the stairs, and in his hand was a file you’ve never seen before. there were so many sheets in it that you wonder if it was just torn right out of a book.

but he lays it down next to yours, and everything in it was case-related with information that you’ve never seen before.

he lets you look through the sheets in his file, and you can’t help to stare at him with utter confusion. he catches you watching him with a perplexed expression and allows you a few moments before everything clicks in your head.

“you’re a fucking lawyer.”

Part 2: Frustrated

#timetohajima #timetohajima playlist feels #lee juyeon #the boyz juyeon #juyeon au #im very tempted to do something bad in the 2nd part #juyeon fanfic #juyeon imagine #chaebol juyeon #angst #angry shit #idk what im doing anymore

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Legless On Maim Chap. 10: Epilogue: Aliens, Ghosts, And Humans! Oh My!

Vee’s a bastard, Danny’s a bastard, Eddie’s a bastard, ClockWork’s a bastard, Lewis’s a bastard; everyone’s a bastard. And multiple minor characters say why the fuck not and join the bastardly fray.

Danny sighs and turns his head back towards the kitchen, “Lewis! Come collect your monsterfucker boy toy!”. Eddie rolls his eyes like he’s heard this a fair few times.

Lewis walks over, “Eddie? Really? I mean one, kid’s not healed. Two-”, grinning, “-thanks for winning me a bet”, and side-eyeing Danny.

Danny points at him, “hey, doesn’t mean-”. Eddie doesn’t even let him finish that, smirking, “oh it does mean”. Danny sighs and hands Lewis what he thinks is a twenty though really? He’s kinda amused. Smirking at Eddie, “congrats, first dude to ever figure things out on their own”.

Sam shakes her head grabs everyone but Lewis and drags them out of the house. Lewis shakes his head, sips at his drink, and heads back over to his friends; Danny could handle Eddie.

Eddie blinks as they stop getting dragged by the goth, “are you serious kid? You look nearly identical with the glowy bullshit edited out”.

Sam smirks, “people are stupid and Danny’s a walking existential crisis”, looking to Tucker and Danny, “so much for Vampire Dad 2 I’m guessing?”.

Danny immediately points at them, “no you go, illegally record it or some shit”.

Tucker rolls his eyes, “you just don’t want us around Mr. Murders And Eats People without checking him out”.

Literally both Eddie and Danny respond with, “hey and I’m taken”.

Tucker blinks, “okay that was fucking weird”, while Danny and Eddie side-eye each other. Sam shakes her head and pulls Tucker off, knowing damn well Danny will just become a ball of overprotective.

Eddie shouts after them, “let it be known! We don’t eat kids!”. Which makes Danny wheeze when some dude at a stoplight shouts back at them, “good! I’m supposed to be getting my mom some blue hydrangeas from the goth! Doubt I can get then from a digested corpse!”.

Eddie mumbles, “everyone in this town is fucking weird”, looking to the side, “shut the fuck up bitch”. Which just makes Danny laugh more. Eddie looks to him, “anyway, you smell fucking weird and those are the most convincing fake leg crap ever”, sighing, “no, we’re not taste-testing”.

Danny snorts and kicks a rock as they start walking randomly, “actually totally do, I’m curious and, I’ve got legs for days”, and slides his hand down his leg with mock sexiness.

“Do you have a death wis-”, before going wide-eyed and suddenly getting bodily flung into Danny, “no! I don’t think he’s serious!”, regardless they end up in a bush with Danny muttering ‘ow’ and missing a bit of shoulder.

Danny stands himself up easily -a bush is by far not the worst thing he’s been bodily shoved into- and rolls his shoulder, Vee’s got some sharp teeth. Damn. Eddie untangles himself and staggers up, making some faces and muttering, “that’s it, no Lindor for you”. Danny lifts an eyebrow when a little black oily snake or something just sprouts out of the guys' shoulder, seemingly sneering all teeth, “HE OFFERED EDDIE”. Eddie grabs the head? and shoves them at his shoulder muttering, “back in, bitch”.

Danny starts wheezing as Eddie looks to him, “also you- oh”, turns back to the bush and promptly throws up. Making Danny fall on his ass laughing, so much for can eat anything! Snapping a probably not flattering pic of the guy bent over a bush, captioning it ‘guess who’s inedible’, and throws it in the Phantom chat.

Eddie hacks a bit, hands on his knees. Wiping his mouth, “ugh”, blinking down at the weird black/green bubbling sludge on the ground, that was slightly dissolving the bush leaves, “what the Hell are you made outta, kid?”.

Danny laughs loudly, “death!”. Laughing more at the little black snakehead popping out of the guys' neck and sticking out their tongue at him; he thinks they look either disgusted or slightly ill.

Eddie rights himself and quirks an eyebrow at Danny’s totally healed shoulder, “fuck you heal fast”.

Danny chuckles some more, standing up off the sidewalk and giving his shoulder a little pat, “Lewis lied, I’m completely healed. Family just don’t know. And to actually answer your question, ectoplasm and human stuff too”, pointing at the bush, “but that was probably the ecto”.

“Well I guess I ain’t eating fucking ghosts anytime soon”.

“JUST SPIT DON’T SWALLOW”. Danny wheezes more at the little head and Eddie looks to them, “the Internet was a mistake”.

“BUT WHERE WOULD YOU WATCH POR-”. Eddie smashes them against his skin, “no! He’s actually a minor. And we’re in public, asshole”. Looking to Danny, “how the fuck were you in Egypt though?”.

Danny shrugs, “eh, I’m tight with the god of time”. Eddie blinks and mutters to the side, “fuck me”. Danny chuckles, “no?”, which Eddie actually laughs at.

Eddie looks around, “alright, since someone made me lose my perfectly fine lunch, there a hotdog stand or some shit?”.

Danny snorts, “no clue if you’re referring to me or Vee”, tilting his head, “huh, that rhymes”, smirking, “cool”, looking back at Eddie, “if it’s food you’re after then the Nasty Burger’s the place”.

Eddie tilts his head and shrugs, “eh you made us eat at a place called fucking Flavours Of Negros ‘cause you thought they served people”. Danny decides against commenting on that one for so many reasons.

Danny walks and points in the direction of the place, “if it’s anything, it used to be the Tasty Burger before someone stole the T”.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow, “that explains nothing”.

Danny shrugs, “there was a public vote and adults hated how all the teens loved the place. One mayor even banned teens from there”.

“Oh the stinking rich one that’s definitely shady as fuck and is kinda like you but for some reason is rocking some vampire bullshit?”.

Danny pauses and blinks at the guy, what the fuck? “How the- okay I get how you figured me out, I literally challenged and baited you. But how the fuck did you put Vlad and Plasmius together?”.

Eddie gives a goofy grin, a very smug one, “I didn’t, but thanks for confirming”.

Danny grumbles, “sneaky bastard”, but is smirking the whole time, “how’d you narrow him down to Plasmius though?”.

Eddie shrugs, hands in his pockets, “ego the size of the moon and rich people are always into weird shit”, pausing and rolling his eyes, “babe, we’re an alien/human cluster fuck. We absolutely are one of them fucking rich people into weird shit”.

“There’s a lot of ways I could take that”, Danny tilts his head, “wait, you’re rich?”. What?

Eddie grins like an idiot, “Life Foundation paid me out big for infecting me with a venereal disease- I mean Symbiote”. Danny just watches as the guys' legs seemingly gain a mind of their own and walks him straight into a pole.

Danny shakes his head at the guy not even seeming phased by that. “Well, I got jack shit for dying”.

Eddie points at him, “so you legit straight-up fucking died? Not just falling in a vat of ghost acid like some fucking spooky Joker bullshit, but less ‘murder a bitch in a burning pile of cash’ more ‘I actually think spandex looks good like a damn fool’”.

“Hey, don’t diss the supersuit! That shit’s my skin man”, shrugging, “at least a layer of it. I fucking died in that shit. On that note, don’t walk into giant vortex tunnel portals to alternate dimensions fuelled by four billion volts of electricity built by explosion prone people who leave switches inside stuff and want to punch holes into the afterlife for funsies, science, and a little bit of mild torturing”.

“Huh. Well fuck your life too then kid. Literally”, rolling his eyes, “not that literally. We don��t kill kids and I don’t think we can make someone double dead”.

Danny sticks up a finger, “actually that happens. And I’m only half-dead, motherfucker. Check yer facts”, smirking, “I’m a real dead-ringer for life, and too bad doc gave away my scraps. ‘Cause if I tossed ‘em in the portal I could really have one foot in my grave”.

“I’m pretty sure he’s not supposed to do that- bitch that is exactly why our ass will never be a doctor”, almost looking genuinely offended, “hey, you leave my intellect out of this, you cunt”.

Danny wheezes a bit, does this guy really just talk like this? “How have you not been forcibly admitted to a mental asylum? And no he ain’t but can’t let torture happy gov dogs have my shit”.

Eddie grins wide at that. “You know so I give precisely zero fucks. And nice, fuck the government. I think we’ll get on fine”.

Danny snorts, “oh I have serious beef with the gov. Fuck them. I absolutely have blown up government bases before”.

Eddie nods approvingly and actually fist bumps Danny, “fucking same, and I have enough dirt on people I could ruin their lives if they came after me”.

Danny grins almost menacingly, “the government section that’s here is a literal government secret and completely ignore any and all laws. Wouldn’t put it past them to experiment on child corpses or assassinate the president if he seemed ghost friendly”, shrugging, “Tuck keeps tabs on them, dudes a damn good hacker”.

Eddie tilts his head and nods, “I could use one of those”.

Danny snapping, “not for murder you don’t”.

“You’re too moral”.

“You’re not moral enough”.

Both of them wind up laughing at that since neither actually sounded serious or genuine.

Eddie shakes his head, “anyway, what’d Dan do with your leggy bits?”, muttering to the side, “Dan doesn’t eat people, Vee, and you’re never going to convince him to try”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “gave it to a ghost, Skulker was probably tickled green to get even part of my pelt”, pointing at Eddie, “he’s a poacher. He would cry tears of joy over successfully skinning me”.

Eddie stares at him, Vee’s little head popping out and opening their mouth very wide, “WHAT THE FUCK”.

Danny smirks, he effectively freaked an alien; talk about life, or death, goals, “I have issues. Many of them. And they like to shoot at me”, glancing around at the finally clear street before full force grabbing Vee’s face, “I’ve held off but, oh my Ancients alien sofuckingcoolohmyancientsfuckingfuckyoufeelsofuckingcoolwhatsyourchemicalcompositionlike?canyoueatEddie’seyesandleakdownhischeakslikeblackmurderspacetears’causeIhadareallycooldreamaboutthatdoyouhaveanyspacerocks?ohmyAncientshowfarawayisyourspacerock?isitevenrock?orgas?floatylava!oh!oh!isitallblacklikeyou?orisblackrarecolouringforsymbiotes?redwouldberealcoolbutkindalikebloodwhichweirdrightgreenwouldbefunnycauseI’mallgreenydoyourcoloursevenmeananything?you’relikealittlevoidahungryvoidandohmyAncientsyoureyesaresocoolhowdotheywork?whatcoloursdoyousee?whatsyourfavourite?canyouseethroughEddie’seyeslikenormalhumaneyesoraretheyallenhanced?doesourplanetlookprettytoyou?andohyourteethwhataretheyyoudon‘thaveanybonewhataretheyconnectedto?wheredotheygocanyoumakeEddieallteethy?seemlikeyou’dbiteyourtongueallthetimewhichouchyourtonguelookssomuchmoredetailedhowmuchcanyoutaste?What’syourfavouritenotpeoplefoodLewissaidyou‘resuperoldsoyou’veprobablytastedsomuchshitfromallovertheuniversewhichjustlikeholyshitAncientsendmeZonecomethandgrantmesweetreliefwherehaveyoubeen?whatplanets?whataretheylike?madeoutof?thesmells!whataboutthesmells!?!yousmelllikebutterandcandiedeelandcigarettesmokewhichmustbeEddie’sfaulttellhimhe’sbadyoumustbesoconnectedthenthoughwhat’shisbodylikeversesotherspecies?whatotherspecieshaveyoubeenwith?what’stheirmusculaturlike?howdotheybreathandseeandhearandeverythinghowfarhaveyougone?whataboutallthestars?howdifferentaretheysetupelsewherearetherestarswecan‘tseehere?haveyoubeenonastar!oh!canyoueatastar?haveyou?waitwaitIforgotwhatdoyoutastelike?youbitmesotittatit’sfair”.

Eddie watches in slightly stunned disbelief as Vee desperately tries to get out of this kid’s grip but the kid's nails -claws actually?- are somehow clinging really well and he just leaves the ground and gets dragged with. Knocking everyone over again and licking? Vee. Then prodding their teeth, but that gives Vee the chance to get comfortably back inside him; feeling obviously super confused and startled.

Eddie has to practically kick the kid off him when he literally sticks his hand through Eddie’s collarbone where Vee disappeared through. “Ohthat’ssocooltheyslipthroughyourpoursandskinsuremyectoplasmdoesthattoobutit’snotanalienohmyAncients”.

Eddie stands, basically holding the kid at arm's length in the air, “Christ on a shit stick kid chill, holy shit”, muttering, “now I get why Dan said you like space with a little smirk”. It felt like the kid was literally vibrating under his skin and fuck, it just hit him how fucked up this is. He’s holding the hero of Amity Park up in the air by the waist. This kid’s got an entire year on his ass and doesn’t, like, y’ know, murder people. And the kid just went all fucking uncle tickles on Vee. “Everything you just said was unintelligible garbage”.

The kid stares at him with eyes almost painfully bright green, “you think your freaky long adult arms are gonna do shit?”, and proceeds to just make a whole ass nother half body out of his fucking shoulders. Eddie scrunches up his entire face, “I’ve never been on this end of the body horror, oh god”, as the kid's new pair of hands grab for his face.

Vee takes over going big ass Venom, because this is some bullshit, and holds Danny away with their claws by the kid’s shirt, like he’s an over-aggressive kitten. Danny just puts his hands to his face, the extra body sorta dissolving into green misty stuff, eyes sparkling, “so cool”. Which both Eddie and Vee think is a bullshit reaction.

“Howdoesthatwork?whatdoesthatfeellike?you’reinafuckingaliendudeohmyAncients”, grabs Venom’s wrist and makes some kind of weird staticky squealing noise, “ohitfeelsthesamebutmorestructuredandtheveiningislittledifferentandohyoumotherfuckeryouareablackandwhitelittlebitch”. Danny makes a few faces and talks like a normal breathing-required person, “you stole my colours bitch”.

Vee doesn’t say shit, just retreats into Eddie’s body and drops Danny; who doesn’t seem to give a damn about landing on his ass, standing back upright in seconds.

Eddie makes a bunch of faces at him, settling on just looking tired as fuck, “kid, what the fuck?”. Rubbing his face and grumbling, “I’m too sober for this shit”.

Danny chuckles, dimming his eyes some, “sorry not sorry, I like space. And Vee is an alien from space”, shrugging exaggeratedly, “sure I’ve been to space but totally not the fucking same”.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, “you’ve been to space?”.

“I can fly and don’t need to breathe, of course I’ve gone to space”, shrugging again, “sure so has my girlfriend but she has a hoverboard. And bitch yes I’m dating a ghost hunter who used to want to murder me real good. Occasionally still makes light stabs at my half-life”, smirking, “we both enjoy the little love taps”.

Eddie blinks and mutters, “well damn Dan, kid’s a mini-me... minus the murder, and probable alcoholism, and job, and probably the piss shit and vinegar childhood; heck he’s still a child-”.

Danny cuts in, “you really do just mutter to yourself in general huh? Not just to Vee”.

“You're weirder than Dan. He’s just chill chill ‘bout me having an alien up my ass, you’re enthusiastically chill. He just goes ‘huh, guess this is happening. Hi new friend, please don’t eat me’ and you’re over here like ‘let me touch theeeeeeeeem!’. Almost enough to make me regret coming mildly”.

Danny blinks, oh Hell no, “no, no taking the alien away from me. Also, Lewis is way weirder than me”.

Vee pops back out, Danny not even bothering to hide his grin, and looks at Eddie’s face, “ARE ALL HUMAN CHILDREN LIKE THIS?”.

“Hey, I’m almost seventeen I’ll have you know. That’s almost adult”.

Eddie looks at him and laughs a little, “no kid, no it’s not. I’d say twenty-four is the cutoff. And you feel like a kid too, and I don’t mean that in the human way”, scrunching his eyebrows, “and the fuck did Dan do? For you to think he’s weird. And why the fuck do you use his last name? You don’t scream pompous formal snob”.

Danny blinks, “oh! You can sense peoples ages? Or childness”, tilting his head, “sure adult ghosts can do that so you’re not special, but whatever”.

Eddie grumbles, “fuck you too buddy”. While Danny continues, “what hasn’t he done? Guy hid me in a thermos while having happy personal time with the bone saw when the government-sponsored anti-ghost militia came to abducted and probably torture me, and he hardly gave a shit. Guy doesn’t even react to ghostly supernovas. Super great dude though”.

Eddie grins, his opinion of this kid going up a few levels, “oh I know, he’s great”.

Danny nods immediately, “just the best. Totally stan”.

The conversation then becomes a solid ten minutes of just ‘Dan Lewis is just a really great dude’ and ‘I know right?’.

Danny chuckles, “and pompous snob is more my evil villain uncle’s thing. Lewis is a Lewis because Dan is an evil version of me that, like, low-key annihilated humanity once”, tilting his head, “who I’m oddly less traumatised by now. Eh, I blame Lewis”.

Eddie blinks, and Eddie thought his life was utterly fucked, “I usually blame him whenever anything goes right in my brain square”. Vee looks to him and practically screams, “STILL NOT A SQUARE EDDIE!”. Eddie aggressively shoving them back in when someone inside the building yells, “Jesus fuck!”, and sticks their head over their balcony, “oh, it’s the fucking Fenton boy. That explains it”, and disappears back into the building.

Eddie looks back to Danny, “I’m guessing you get away with a fucking lot”.

Danny shrugs, “me and my friends are the town weirdos. My parents, the town crazies”.

“Wow, you were screwed the day you were born”, shrugging as they continue walking in genuine yet again, “granted my dad liked to hit me with a shovel so fucking same”.

“Eh, mine used to be really into trying to dissect me. Liked shooting at me, but my dad’s a terrible shot. Though the little couple day torture session in the dungeon was not my idea of a good time”.

Eddie blinks, “I’m literal nightmare fuel and I’m telling you your life is a fucking nightmare. What the fuck”. Vee sticks their head out from Eddie’s jacket, “WOULD YOU LIKE THEM EATEN? WE ARE ALREADY GOING TO EAT EDDIE’S IF THEY EVER SHOW THEIR COWARD FACES”.

Danny immediately snaps, “no. Try that and I’ll impale you with a flaming shank”, and points a pointy chunk of ice that he got from somewhere at them. “My parents are great. Little bigoted, but we’re working on that. Oh and on that, they don’t know about your whole ‘alien up the ass’ situation. So maybe don’t go all chest-burster on them. Also don’t know I’m Phantom, neither does the girlfriend”.

Eddie shakes his head, “so you’ve been doing hero shit without any parents or any other fucking thing?”. Eddie thinks that’s some major bullshit.

Danny shrugs, “eh, I got some adult ghost friends and clockpops, even of I seldom see any of them”. Danny chooses to ignore Eddie aggressively whispering ‘Vee’ and ‘no’ repeatedly to the side. “Vladdie tries to be a father figure but he’s a fucking fruitloop and probably spends, like, half his time finding new fun ways to taser me or maybe he’ll try the whole ‘I’ll murder your friends and family’ schtick again”.

Vee forms half a head on Eddie’s head and basically shrieks, “THAT’S IT! WE’RE ADOPTING BABY GHOST HYBRID PREDATOR!”, and whacks Danny on the head with a tendril.

“What?!? No! ‘Ready got parents, human and ghost!”.

Eddie smirks and rolls his eyes, “too fucking bad. Not literally. They’re just saying you’re a small blob to be protected. Which like, the fuck kid, you're on par or worse than my fucked up life”.

Danny rolls his eyes, though ‘protected by an alien’ sounds fucking awesome. “I could beat the shit out of you”.

“Is that a challenge? That feels like a challenge. And Vee does get bored of smashing around squishy humans sometimes”.

Danny grumbles, “you are way too fucking cool with murder”, and shakes his head with a smirk, “Lewis told me your weaknesses. My strongest ability just so happens to be a supersonic wail. I could level a city, you ain’t winning shit. Also a pyrokinetic, so double fucked”, Danny finger guns at him and shots little blue flames out; Vee, in typical fashion, hisses.

Eddie groans and dramatically sags, though not putting any real effort into it. Trying to play off the discomfort Vee sends his way over fire being so close. “I’ll admit, the Internet is all over the fucking place on what you can do. Some seemed like some crackfic bullshit. Same goes with the theories about you. Found one group that think you’re literally bloody fucking Satan coming to deceive the youth and bring about the end of times or some bullshit. Even a shoot off that you’re determining the merit of our souls and indoctrinating humanity into peace with the dead”, waving his hand around, “and some other crap about you being death itself”, pointing at him, “the stories told around you are just as fucked and wild as us”.

Danny blinks and squints at the guy, “okay, now I’m curious because that’s disturbingly close to the truth”.

“What”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow and smirks, “what? Did Lewis not mention that? The whole prince and eventual king of the dead thing? My defeat of the previous king was kinda a big deal, especially since it got the town abducted into an alternate dimension for a bit and attacked by a skeleton army”, smirking more and shrugging, “and co-existence is defiantly a goal of mine. And kingy is considered the will of the Zone so that is pretty much being death itself. And soul judging comes with the job”, tilting his head, “more of a passive thing though”.

Eddie blinks, “yup. In over our head. My soul is probably pretty fucked”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “no clue man, I ain’t king yet and hopefully won’t be for a few hundred years”.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “so you’re vaguely immortal? We really are too similar”.

“Oh?”, Danny’s face lights up, “oh! oh! Does Vee’s weird healing of you stop the effects of ageing? Any cells or shit that gets damaged or worn they can just rebuild, reform, or replicate?”.

Eddie gives an almost impressed nod, “yeah, how the fuck did you guess that?”.

“Dude, alien’s meat puppet? Before dying fucked my vitals and physiology I was on my way to being an astronaut. My entire family are scientists, I have my own scientific patents, and my sister’s a certified genius pioneering a new field of psychology. Ancients, Lewis is bartering to get me into med school because he wants me to work with him. And my archenemy is a hardcore mad scientist. If I was dumb and not creative, I’d be deader. Dead with a side of dead sauce”.

Eddie shrugs, “I’d say I’m a dumbass so that’s different, but while I’m a dumbass, I’m a smart dumbass”.

“Fucking same. Investigative reporter probably requires a good head and creativity”.

Eddie chuckles, “yeah, I would have died long before Vee dropped on my ass. The whole situation that led to Vee was me biting a fish bigger than I could chew”, Danny then watched him go all Sauron demon voice and have suddenly very sharp plentiful teeth, “NOW WE ARE THE BIG FISH”, and grinning all teeth,

Danny eyes the teeth and grins, “so cool”, shaking his head, “not the biggest though and no snatching my guppies”, and grins, all fangs.

Still using Eddie’s mouth, “LOOK EDDIE! IMPRESSIVE TEETH TOO! TOLD YOU, PREDATOR!”. Eddie seemingly takes back his mouth, teeth staying though, “I think I noticed, babe”, pointing at Danny, “big ass fangs you got, pretty sharp yourself”, and he has no clue why the kid is looking at him with awe and wonder; probably the alien/space thing again, which is probably going to be a running theme with this kid. Poor Vee.

Eddie gets his real answer when Danny mutters, or attempts to mutter anyway, “hoz? Wiz youvz so goovz at talkin’z? Iz canz barey fuckin’z zveekz”.

Eddie blinks, sputters, and promptly starts laughing. That explained that! The kid hadn't learned how to speak while being sixty-percent teeth yet! Hahahahhahaha. Bending over, hands on his knees and wheezing. Granted, his first time rockin’ shark teeth had been god awful and Vee had judged him so hard. Speaking of Vee, they pop out of Eddie’s jacket yet again and squint at Danny, “BABY. HASN’T EVEN LEARNED TO SPEAK PROPERLY YET”.

“Fuzz youv. Dizt”.

Eddie bursts out laughing more and has to sit down on the sidewalk, “hahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha”.

“Shovz tit. Thvez nez!”, and promptly stabs his lip, which Eddie laughs so hard at that he tears up, Danny just scowls, “adulvez fanz, chilz faze; dozen worz”.

Eddie lays on the grass, “hahaha I have no idea what you said kid! Hahaha! You’re really good at the whole unintelligible garbage schtick, aren’t you. Haha”.

Danny flips the guy off, switching to ghost speak which was perfectly easy to do with his fangs, since it was all scratchy echoing warble static. Made by vibrating ectoplasm, different teeth (since each tooth had different density or number of pores or solidity), clicking his jaw, and only a small amount of actually moving his mouth, “t̵he̶͞y͏̕’̵͜r̵ȩ̴͟ ̕n̡o͢t ͜m̵̷ad̡e̷̴͢ ̵̸fo҉̶r̶͏̨ ̵E̡̛ņ̛g̸͢l͠͞įs̸͠h̸̶͟, a̸s̛͡s̷̕h͟o̸͞l̢e̕.̶ ͏̷T̵͟h̴͏e͢y’̕re͜ no̧ţ͟͜ ҉̧͜e̛v̴͟en҉ ̨̛̕ma̸̕d̶̡e̡ f͢ơ͟r̷̡ ̢f͟͢͞l̡͘e͝s̶h ͠͠a͜͡n̡̛ḑ͘ ̨͞b͏͟o҉n̢̛͘e͠,͠ ̨͘e̶͡c̛͏t̛͠o̕’̕͏s̶ al͝wa͟y̨s͢ a̸̧ ̵l̸̨i̵͝t̢͢tl҉ę̵ mor̨͝e̢ ̵̕f͜o̵͡͡r͏g͢i̷̶͞v͏i̸̴n̸g̵̢.̧͡ D҉̕ic̴k̨͢͠”, then deciding to be a real asshole and put some serious power behind it after checking no one was around,

“y̰̠ͬ̄ͭͣ̈́̚ȍ̜̹̚ú̡̖̺̘͓́̔ ͍̖͈̫̗̺̫͆ͧ͒w̛͒̀̿ī͇͊͝l̹͖̝̖̻̹̳͛̅̍̾̓͒l̯̗̻̲ͣ̄ͭ̚̕ ̧̝̻͕̈̽d̵̹ͮ͊̃̏͒i̦͎̝͔̻̭ͤͫ̎̓͂ͮ̐͡ͅe̹̝̲̠̞ ̢̬̘̈̑͐͐ͮ̄o̩͇̰̻̎ͬͨͬ̂ͮ̽ṅ͔̘͙̮͍̋͊͋e̗̳͉̽͆̚ ̙͎͍͙̠̫͘ͅḋ̗̩̱ͪͧ́ͅä̡̺̰̩̺̺͖y͉͔̞̺̦̩̣͋̇͋͆ͤ̅ ͙̭̠̩̬ͪ̄͐̉ͬ͐ḁ͆̅n̫̤̤͈̭͌̽̋̅ͨ͛̚d̦̘̬̻̹ͭ ̧͓ͤͫ̋͂̐I̴͉͍̟̪͈͗ͭ̍̎͒̋͂ ͕̘̳͇̝̤̅ͭ͋͛̃w̸̱͙͖͇̫͕̯ͫ́͌ͯ͆̊̑i̛̒̒̆̓͊̚l̼͉̩͍ͦͪͨl̲̗͍͙̲͚̖̈̍̐̈̚ ̳͍̒̆b͓̹̅ĕ̮̖̣ͨ ̪̹͉̘̉̅ͨt̛͉̲͍̖̬̩͙͐h͈̹̥̥͓͗ͣe̬r̛͖̘̺̱̥͍̆ͮͪͮ̑ͦͬe̎̆̍”.

Eddie blinks from the ground, promptly sitting the fuck up as a shiver ripples down his spine and through Vee; who instinctively hides back in Eddie, which honestly weirds Eddie out a bit. The kid smirks down at him, meaning scaring was literally the goal here. Blinking at him, “the fuck. Alright your voice is officially more frightening than Vee’s. The fuck. That sets off every bloody alarm bell, damn. I’m supposed to be the one that scares the piss outta people”, pushing himself up and staggering only a little, “well, Vee technically. Guess we’re both scary little monsters”, smirking down at the kid, “emphasis on little in your case”.

Danny pointedly retracts his fangs before speaking, “fuck you, I’m gonna be, like, seven feet tall one day”. Eddie just rolls his eyes at that, not even considering the fact that Danny is absolutely correct.

Vee pops their little head back out and immediately moves to hiss, all teeth, in Danny’s face; who hisses right back. Eddie thinks it’s like some weird asserting dominance thing. Which seems exactly like what Vee would do, gotta try to save face after going all hiding whack-a-mole. Though with the temperature dropping and what’s up with the colour palette of this town?

Symbiote and halfa stop and grin toothy at each other.

“IMPRESSIVE”.

“So cool”.

Eddie shakes his head and points at the sign in the distance, “would you look at that, I think I see your favourite poorly named restaurant in the difference”, this kid is going to inflate Vee’s ego at this point.

Vee looks back to Eddie, “YOU’RE THE ONE UP YOUR OWN ASS ENOUGH TO THINK YOU CAN APPEAR ON TV WITH KETCHUP STAINS”.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “says the alien up my ass“.

“I’LL MAKE THAT LITERAL, BITCH”.

Danny’s cheeks go noticeably red, puts up his hands startlingly fast, turns on his heels, and half shouts, “nope! Hello Nasty Burger!”, and starts walking.

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head, least the snarl-fest is over. Though feeling like they just exited a surreal pocket dimension after a bit because suddenly there are people around again, it’s warmish, the colours are normal, and leaves are falling slowly. “Your town is some weird bullshit”.

Danny laughs and grins at the guy meanly, “it’s a ghosts lair, what do you expect?”.

“The whole town? Talk about overkill”.

Danny mutters, “fuck you. Ghosts are dramatic”, as he pushes open the doors.

Eddie gives the most sarcastic, “You don’t say”, he can muster. “Sure makes driving interesting”, tilting his head and chuckling a little, “okay, yes, and fun”.

Danny snickers, flicks his hip hard enough to make a metallic ping, “guess I’m not the only one that has a hard drive”.

Eddie doesn’t get a chance to respond to that as some kid shouts, “holy Zone it’s Eddie Brock!”.

Danny tries not to laugh as Dash of all people runs over, “dude the complication videos of you bashing people’s faces in and shit are fucking legendary”.

Eddie blinks, “I like that’s what I’m known for”. And some ginger kid mutters, “I prefer his exposé”, gets up and points at Danny, whisper sneering, “I hope he exposes your ass, Phantom”, and stalks out of the restaurant.

This gets Dash to actually notice Danny’s existence, “Fentit! The Zone’s a weak loser like you doing with someone famous?”, looking Fenton up and down before smirking, “you look not dead, soooooo”, and moves to snatch that weird basketball kid’s half-empty drink off the table. He doesn’t get a chance as Valerie -who’s honestly scary as fuck- shouts, “if you even think about it I will make you eat that cup and clean the floor yourself!”. Dash puts the cup down when the manager also shouts, “and I’ll let her!”.

Danny snickers meanly and points at a clearly confused Eddie, “Oh didn’t you know? We’re friends”.

Dash snaps, “bullshit”, and shoulders his way past Danny.

Danny shouts after him, “oh I dead ass am!”. While Valerie walks over, in uniform, and hugs Danny, “Zone I’m glad to see you up and about”, grabbing his shoulders and looking him up and down, “your parents scare me”.

Eddie does know how to take a queue, ten bucks says that’s the girlfriend, and just goes up to order. On that note, the fuck is a triple death meaty mighty? I mean, he’s totally ordering that, whatever it is. “-and I’ll have whatever qualifies as strong coffee”. He’s pretty sure Danny and the girl are making out, low key but still.

The cashier glances at Danny and back to the -holy fuck this dude’s famous- Eddie Brock, “you know the Fenton kid so I’m just gonna give you what he orders. One Deathspresso”.

Eddie smirks and laughs.

‘AS BAD AS YOU, EDDIE’

Eddie’s gonna take that compliment.

‘NOT A COMPLIMENT, IDIOT’

Eddie ignores that. Watching the kid just get his ‘usual’ whatever the fuck that is.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at the girl when she joins them at a table. Not even having to ask as she goes from zero to murder a bitch in a split second, smacking a hand on the table and pointing the other at his face, “eat anyone and I’ll blow your ass up with a missile launcher. Even try to eat Danny and you’ll find me standing over you with a cattle prod”.

“Been there, done that”, and gives an award-winning sultry smirk.

Danny chuckles, “this a bad time to mention they already tried a sample?”. Eddie nearly chokes on his coffee due to one, fuck this is impressively strong. And two, the girl actually pulls out a weirdly shaped cattle prod. Danny snatches the weapon away, “we’re cool Val. ‘Parently I’m inedible”.

The girl grumbles, “fine, but I'm watching you”, and sounds aggressively serious about that. Eddie watches as Danny straight up chugs half his Deathspresso; fuck this kid’s worse than him. Which is definitely not a compliment.

Valerie turns to Danny, “so obviously you’re running your cyber stuff well, but the spooky stuff? Did you, maybe, get a spooky visitor drop in?”.

“If by ‘drop-in’ you mean fell through the ceiling laughing and mildly scaring the piss outta me, then being tail bros? Then yeah”, shaking his head and taking a few bites, “seriously, what the fuck, Val?”. Obviously he has to cover his Phantom ass.

Eddie just sips his coffee, pretending this conversation makes any sense.

Danny points to the manager who’s giving Valerie some serious side-eye, “you might want to get back to work, but first”, Danny leans over with mock sexiness, “I’m glad we started dating during this time of year”.

Valerie asks cautiously, “why”.

Danny grins, “‘cause we’re autumn mated”, and points a thumb outside at the orange trees and leaves on the ground.

Valerie sighs, “fuck you”, and shoves him through the window -which had been broken not too long ago- and into a bush. Getting up and brushing herself off before giving Eddie another threatening finger point and walking off.

Eddie tosses out the trash and walks out to watch the kid pull himself out of the bush, “I’m really fucking confused that you let people push around. Pretty sure you woulda let that jock kid dump stuff on you”. Vee sneaks their head out, “EAT THEM”.

Danny brushes off his pants, “not gonna happen”, straightening up, “if Dash spends his time beating me around then he doesn’t have time to beat up the ones that can’t handle falling twenty-something feet from a flag pole or being force-fed rotten food”.

Eddie groans, “oh god, you’ve got a fucking hero complex”, as they start heading back to the kids -really fucking weird- house.

“Lewis says you do your thing for hero-y reasons. Dishing out justice, without the mercy”, squinting at the guy, “or do you just do it for the meal”.

Eddie can practically smell the judgmental disapproval coming off the kid, “kid, no offence Vee, do you really think I’d be munching on people without my little alien hitchhiker?”, shrugging and sticking his hands in his pockets, “sure we only hunt people down when we need the meal, but I’m a thorough motherfucker; they’re always bad guys. Both guys that I would have come after anyways, minus the gratuitous murder. And guys that I couldn’t go after before on account of them probably fucking murdering me”. Danny looks like he’s actively determining his worth and truthfulness.

Danny nods after a bit, “alright, you seem believable enough. You’re the moral compass of Venom, at least it seems you actually are moral”.

“I don’t know ‘bout moral kid. The filth of the world is our prey and happily so”.

“Woah, chill your tits there Jeffery Dahlmer”, anything else Danny was going to say getting cut off by a shiver travelling through his body and a little plume of icy mist, “hold that thought, Hannibal, I’ve got a job to do”, and slips off into an alleyway.

Eddie grumbles, “like I haven’t heard that one before”, and chooses to lean against a building and finish his drink.

Not two seconds later does Eddie hear that echoey voice shout, “well looks like I’ve gone from one foodie to another! Surely you’ll find me a more flavourful delicacy! But no! You aren’t allowed to divide my existence away into servings! Though I’m certain I’m a perfect recipe for heroic tendencies!”.

Eddie watches as the black and white kid, who looks waaaaaaay less blurry in person, seemingly gets blasted out of the alley by meat? Like a legit literal floating river of meat. Eddie thinks this is already some major bullshit.

Danny dodges a meat axe, having a hard time not laughing his ass off at catching Eddie’s major ‘what the fuck’ face. The Lunchlady predictably pausing after Danny blasts apart the meatsuit -he’s gonna have to figure out where all this meat came from in the first place- with a couple well-aimed blasts. She looks him up and down, and shakes her head with a scowl, “YOU'RE STILL TOO SKINNY! Cookie?”.

Danny sighs, putting his chin in one palm, “no”.

“THEN YOU WILL FRY!”, and slams him into the ground with an oversized frying pan.

Danny just shoots a beam at her from the small crater he’s in, “the only thing I need to sweeten myself up is coffee!”.

The Lunchlady stops again and deadpans, “that’s bitter dearie”.

“Do I look like I care what my taste buds think!?! I’m Death flavoured anyway!”, floating back up, “and I think these battle flavours need the added spice of my fist!”, and promptly socks her across the jaw. Talking a bit quietly at her, “you and Boxy aren’t having issues are you?”.

She waves him off, “oh hardly”, and throws him into a building via a meat fist.

Eddie eyeballs a bit of steak that smacked into the ground with an oddly satisfying thwap. Muttering as Vee uses his leg/foot to poke it, “babe, that’s gross. Don’t eat that”. He might not have standards, but he has standards. Though if the steak wasn’t cooked Vee would probably eat it anyway.

‘YES’

The Lunchlady flies in after Danny and presents a little serving tray, taking off the lid. Danny takes the little paper while giving her some serious confused cautious eyebrows. Laughing when he sees it’s actually a bloody baby shower invite! The Lunchlady nods curtly, “I’m well aware you rather your humans not know, dearie”.

Danny nods, “truth”, and floats up, smirking, “should I bring a boxed lunch”.

She shakes her head, “I'm not going to question how you knew her name”. Danny just snickers meanly before, “surprise thermos!”, and sucks her into his thermos.

Eddie grunts, “so you seriously use a thermos? And your enemies invite you to parties? Honestly?”. Bullshit. That is bullshit.

Danny turns and looks at Eddie who’s sticking his head in through a hole, “you know, most people run away”.

“What is ghost lady gonna do? Kill me?”.

Danny blinks and wheezes, changing back human and wiggling his tail about, “we’re weirdly similar”, shaking his head, “and she would have tried once. Ghosts know better than to genuinely try to kill my humans though”, floating over to snatch up the discarded CyberSteps and reattach them, “also, I’m more like frenemies with most of my enemies”.

“You’re stupid”. Detachable robo legs were a new one but Dan had not failed to mentioned getting stab and hack happy with the kids lower half or that the kid's parents were trying, and apparently succeeding, at playing pin the legs on the teenager.

Danny points at the guy, “hey, all ghosts fight each other. It’s a little something called socialising; not that you know much about that”.

“Cut deep why don’t you. You little fucker”.

“I’m only five-four!”.

“Exactly”.

“Jerk”.

“Dick”.

Vee takes over Eddie’s mouth, “BITCHES”, apparently feeling left out.

Danny tilts his head, hearing a very particular engine, and grabs Eddie’s jacket to physically yank him to the side; just as the mini GAV -which is honestly just a reinforced minivan instead of a suped-up mini-tank monster truck hybrid thing- barrels through the wall, his dad clearly being the driver. Eddie yelping, “god fuck! Holy shit!”.

Maddie sticks her head out of the door, bazooka in hand. Lowering the weapon and clearly raising her eyebrows as she spots Danny, lifting her goggles, “oh! Sweetie!”, looking down and likely checking her scanner, “darn, missed It... them, missed them”.

Danny mutters, “they’re trying at least”, before waving at her, “hey mom, don’t worry, I’m fine”.

Eddie grumbles as he stands up, “don’t mind me, I'm good too”, only to slip on a chunk of debris and land right back on his ass.

‘MAKING US LOOK BAD, EDDIE’

Eddie grumbling, “she’s in head to toe spandex, I don’t think she cares”. Danny rolls his eyes, “it’s useful spandex”, he’s over being embarrassed by his parents ‘fashion’.

Eddie just snickers at the kid as his mom walks up and starts checking him over, “you alright? The ghost didn’t hurt you or anything? Or were they one you’re... friendly with?”.

Danny bats away her hand, “mooooom, cut it out. I told you I’m fine”, Ancients he hated being babied, especially in front of others. Having to make a point to keep the snarl out of his voice, can’t help the teeth-baring though, “seriously”, huffing though glad when she gets the message and cuts it the Zone out, “and it was just the Lunchlady”, shrugging, “‘parently BoxedLunch was born”. She just blinks at him.

Eddie turns to the side and laughs, “well those are... names”, and laughs a little more. Danny points aggressively at him.

Maddie smiles a little stiffly, “ghosts names usually have a meaning of some kind”, gesturing to the mini-GAV, “how about I- or Jack I guess, drive everyone back to the house?”. Jack, as if summoned, sticks his head out and waves.

Eddie shrugs, following the adult and teen into the... ‘vehicle’ thing. While Danny nods, “yup, BoxedLunch will be able to telekinetically control boxed and canned food products”.

Eddie shakes his head, “that’s stupid”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “could be Obsession based too. Usually a mix”.

Jack nods and guns it, speaking while Eddie shrieks and chants ‘no’, “Phantom seems to be the exception. But! We’re pretty sure he’s a different kind of ghost! A needed one! A spirit!”, looking to Danny, “like ClockWork!”.

Eddie just side-eyes Danny while clinging to the door handle.

“I do believe I mentioned we are called NeverBorns”. Startling nearly everyone. Eddie muttering, “oh fuck me- no not you”.

Danny tilts his head up a little, child ClockWork appearing with their arms crossed on his head. Danny chuckling slightly awkwardly, “hey Clocky, uh, whatcha doing?”. Is ClockWork showing up randomly around his parents going to be a routine?

Maddie gives a stiff nod of greeting, “hello... ClockWork”. Jack waving erratically and giving a far more genuine, “hello! Again!”.

Eddie catches on damn quick, based on the stiffness the lady seems ridiculously similar to homophobes trying to tolerate or not be an utter ass around an out and proud queer. So she was what? a speciesist? Genuinely it seems. Well that’s fucking stupid and bullshit. The guy seemed more like the ignorant type that’s actually totally cool once they know better and actually believe it. And these guys were supposed to be the creme de la creme of ghost research? Wow, fuck that bullshit. “I’m not even gonna bother pretending to understand what the fuck is going on with the baby ghost, but aren’t you guys like the fucking ghost scientists of the world? I’m detecting some speciesism crap here. Studying the whatever the fuck that you’re bigoted against is stupid and is exactly how you do bad science”.

Danny holds up a finger, “uh, actually the government’s pretty well the same and did try to nuke the Ghost Zone; which would have pretty much destroyed the universe”.

Eddie points are him, clutching the door harder when the vehicle takes a hard turn, “that’s exactly what I mean. Studying while high on the bigotry train equals making stupid decisions”, gesturing wildly, “like blowing up an entire dimension. That’s stupid. I’d metaphorically punch someone in front of the camera for that. If I were a ghost I’d probably terrorise people trying to blow my home up or shoot me for the crime of existing too”.

Maddie opens and closes her mouth a few times, “well we didn’t believe them capable of emotions-”.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow, trying to not look pathetic while clinging to the door, “oh? Just like women aren’t capable of being rational, right?”.

Maddie makes a series of faces, “that’s not the same”.

“Isn’t it?”.

“Ghosts are a different species”.

“And? Women are a different sex”.

“They’re dead”.

“So?”.

“The have an absence of life, so logically it made sense they’d lack things of the living”.

“Women lack balls, which those old assholes clearly thought had something to do with being fucking rational. And do I even need to start on the whole genitalia related hysteria theory bullshit?”. Danny chokes a little and covers his eyes at that. Eddie smirks, “I know jack shit about ghosts, but I can taste bullshit when I smell it”.

ClockWork sticks up a small finger, “that is not how that phrase goes”.

Eddie only glances at them, “do I care? No”.

Jack parks and stands, “to be fair, every time anyone had encountered ghosts they had been violent”.

Eddie practically peels himself off the door, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve never ran into a friendly shark”, adding like he’s almost being forced at gunpoint to, “sharks are cool as shit though”.

Danny gets up too, ClockWork not moving from their spot on his head. Danny’s almost impressed they’ve stayed in child form for so long, means there’s probably a reason though. “Sharks are pretty cool. Awesome teeth”, and gives a meaningful smile; he’d throw in his fangs if his folks weren’t around.

Eddie gives a small smirk back, a bit of sharp teeth visible. Then turning back to the parents, “science and biased opinions don’t mix, like milk and lemon juice. Nothing is fact until proven otherwise and if someone says it’s fact, prove them wrong; your bloody well self included. Screw your heads on straight”.

Danny looks to him while his parents gape a little, “I think I get why you get punched and abducted so much. You’re, like, super confrontational”.

Eddie points at him while walking up to the door, “and you’re not?”. Which Danny will admit is a bit fair. Eddie continues, “though yes, I do tend to egg people into throwing down. There is little better than punching pompous money-grubbing jackass that fuck over the lower classes in the face”. Danny can’t ever disagree with that either. ‘Cause well... ‘cause Vlad. Though he absolutely hears Eddie mutter to the side, “okay fine, yes that’s better. Only reason I like it now is your oily ass-oh yeah you and me both-fuck off”.

Maddie bites her lip a little but nods, while Jack goes over and gives ClockWork a pretty awkward handshake; considering how small their hands were at the moment.

Lewis opens the door just as Eddie had muttered, “fuck off”. “Lovely to see you two too”.

“Jesus fuck, God sorry Dan. Not you, you already know that though”, looking to the side again, “shut the fuck up, you cunt”. Lewis just chuckles and moves to let everyone in.

Lewis points to ClockWork, “why’s the ghost godparent slash Guardian here?”.

Eddie turns to Danny, eyeballs the tiny ghost, “who the fuck makes a child someone’s godparent?”. ClockWork immediately changes to their adult form, moving to float next to Danny. Eddie blinks, “or not a child”, then looking offended, “oh yeah mock me why don’t you”, probably being mentally laughed at.

Maddie looks to the ghost, “Dan is right though, is there a reason or do you just... hang out”.

Eddie looks to her, “let me guess, ghosts ‘don’t hang out’”. Lewis gives him a fond smile that absolutely conveys that this is pretty typical Eddie.

Maddie actually does look slightly embarrassed, which might have something to do with Eddie’s tone, “we didn’t use to think they did”. Which both Eddie and Danny huff at.

ClockWork sticks up a finger, “we do simply spend time in each others company here and there. I’ve gotten him quite good at chess and better read”. Eddie coughs, muttering, “he plays chess???”. ClockWork keeps going, “though I do have my reasons for my appearance now”.

Danny sighs, moving to sit in the kitchen, “let me guess, either has to do with Eddie showing up or-”, popping his ankles up on a chair and crossing them, “-the leggies”.

Eddie shuffles off to the living room, pulling out a shitty-looking beat-up journal; when the ghost points at the kid’s metal legs. Now that he’s confirmed a few hunches he might as well work on recent stuff he can actually get paid for.

Danny sighs, “the timer I’m guessing? Some ability or purpose you left out because it wasn’t the right time?”. Danny totally one-hundred percent saw this coming. ClockWork usually had, like, a bajillion reasons for things.

Jack laughs when ClockWork smirks and nods, “you sure know them well! Danny-boy!”. Maddie smiles genuinely at that.

ClockWork taps at the timer with their staff, “as was said, such things can alter time around the wearer. And I must say, the Observants are quite displeased over your now patchy and difficult to interpret future”, both ghost and halfa share a malicious-looking grin over that. Before ClockWork continues, “but much more importantly, you could certainly go on a nice little jog through time. A quaint little stroll down the time streams road. Hop from spot to spot on the timeline”.

Danny blinks and chuckles, putting his chin in his elbow and resting on the table, “so a free built-in pass through time? You out here making me a little optional time hopper huh?”.

Maddie leans forward, “are you saying you gave Danny time powers through his legs?”, how is she even supposed to react to that? Sure he technically had ‘powers’ already, the floating and the cold of his Core; a healing factor arguably too. Probably more, that he might or might not know about.

ClockWork pats Danny’s head, “in a way. Far less timely than me, and I will see anything he gets up to or tries. Quite suiting for a timely apprenticeship”.

Danny blinks, “if I start accidentally falling through time, I’m blaming you”. ClockWork knows how he is with new powers. Though fine, being the ‘child of time’ probably means he should have some kinda timely stuff. Jack can’t help but laugh at that, he could see just how much trouble Danny could get up to with that! Good thing this ClockWork fellow seemed responsible, which super strange to truly see from a spook! Maddie can’t help but see this as like them liking his tail, wanting him to be more like them; which she’s trying not to view negatively. Parents usually wanted their kid to be similar to them.

Lewis leans forward, “interesting choice of words, ‘apprentice’ implies job”.

Danny tilts his head, right they had told him they had a job for him. Sighing with a smile, “you’re really just making me crank my internal clock rapidly towards death”.

ClockWork gives him another little pat, looking to the parents, “traditionally child ghosts always take something like an apprenticeship under their guardian; through the passing on of power. My binds simply don’t allow for it”, smirking, “at least not through traditional means”. Danny grumbles incoherently at that. ClockWork looking to him and changing to their elderly form, “now the title proper would be ‘prince of time’ of course, being that I am the lord”.

Lewis shakes his head, Danny seriously couldn’t get away from the prince title now could he? Ghost Prince, Time Prince. Though he’s pretty sure the second is not even kinda a ruling title.

Jack blinks then looks a little excited, curiously excited, “‘prince’? Like royalty?!?”. Danny thumps his head on the table and leaves it there. ClockWork changing to a child and wrapping their tail around his neck, giving him a kinda weird neck/shoulder massage thing, “cloooooockyyyyyy”. Though relaxing and melting a little.

Lewis can’t help chuckling at that, giving him a very mocking, “awwww”, and getting a very mumbly, “fak yo”, in return.

Maddie shaking her head and a little surprised to find herself fighting back a smile, “I’m more interested in the binds thing. Your power level means you really should be a six, but you’re not”. ClockWork fiddles with Danny’s hair, leaving him to answer. Danny turns his head to the side, “they make sure the universe goes along the best and longest path. And that is all they are to do. Rules they physically have to follow. Restricts how much they can interfere”, sighing and shifting against the table a little, “can only do all this stuff with me ‘cause Guardian. Only Guardian ‘cause of circumstances and whatnot”. ClockWork nods with a hum, letting a content pleased smile be very obvious.

Jack and Maddie grin at that, both pretty damn certain now that this ghost genuinely liked and cared; no villainous motives. And if they were really thinking on that right now they'd probably cringe, obviously they’ve been wrong and probably about a lot. And Danny knew that. He was involved with ghosts, liked some, and very close with at least one. They had screwed up really, because they had hurt him in a way. He’d always been constant and firm in his opinions. His friends the same but seemingly more disappointed in them about it; probably out of protectiveness. Vlad said it like it was obvious fact but didn’t give a damn if they agreed or not. Dan was gentle and arguably objective, though he had probably talked with Danny at length. And this Eddie had pretty much come up and smacked them.

Lewis decides this probably qualifies as a ‘family moment’ so makes possibly awkward attempts to leave them alone, getting himself coffee and leaning against the entryway between the kitchen and living room. Smirking a bit to himself at spotting Eddie, who’s scribbling down his chicken scratch while rubbing little circles on noodle Vee’s head; Vee looks quite content with the situation.

Meanwhile, Maddie eyes the bit of the clock timer peaking out off Danny’s pants. Obviously the ‘prince of time’ thing wasn’t an actual royal title but more ‘family of someone important’, which was still strange. ClockWork calling it ‘apprentice’ definitely confirmed they were teaching him things beyond just chess; a bit mind-blowing ghosts played boardgames. She wonders though...

ClockWork speaks up, Danny looking a little zoned out all the while, “I prefer to allow him to teach himself. A guiding hand, rather than an authoritative voice. The latter weathers with time and often leads astray; the lessons less true and less useful. Request before you demand. Advise before you tell. And listen before you think”.

Jack grumbles, “I don’t think I quite get that”.

“To demand is to control their actions. To tell is to control their beliefs. To think without listening first is to control their voice. You have done plenty of this in the past. Demand fear and hatred of ghosts, scorn those that refuse to listen. Tell tales of your decided truth as if fact, and speaking louder if someone stuck their fingers in their ears. Thought of only others' nativity and how to reinforce yourselves when others spoke their grievances. Now you’ve tried the other path. And though it can be filled with hurt and discomfort, you’re already richer for it you'll find”, smirking faintly, “and yes, Daniel does do jobs for me; though not officially or with any real request from me. I merely pushed for timelines that aligned best and things worked themselves out as they so often do. Now I can request of him in genuine, and him of me”.

The two blinks at them, a little overwhelmed. Both pretty sure Danny might be the only one who doesn’t find them overwhelming. And Danny was probably the only one whose opinion ClockWork actually even cared about. Maddie leans back a little, “so you’re kind of like the... god who can’t truly interfere and simply must let people live their lives? Let fate play out?”.

“And, to use the phrases of mortals, I lose no sleep over that”, shifting to an adult and easily moving Danny to be practically curled up in their lap/against their chest, “I care not whether you live nor die. Whether you know happiness or suffer greatly. Beyond the effect of that upon Daniel and upon the continued existence of the time stream”.

Maddie could choose to take time that incredibly negatively, she could almost call this emotionless; but really? It was more someone whose priorities were far beyond individual beings. And besides, this meant that ClockWork would do what was best for Danny; everything and everyone else be damned. If anything, she could technically trust them with him more than anyone else. Maybe it was the bond Danny explained, or maybe it was simply them as a Being.

Jack’s more focused on how Danny absently grabbed ClockWork’s cloak and sorta snuggled up to it, very adorable and Danny would probably be so embarrassed if he wasn’t practically dead to the world. Danny seldom seemed really relaxed, so it was really nice to see! Then watching the ghosts blue hand pull out a necklace from under Danny’s collar, the one Danny always seemed to wear but never over clothing. Jack honestly has no clue what that necklace looks like and according to the paramedics it literally vanished as soon as they got his shirt off. Seeing the little silver CW charm dangling off the thin chain, he knew that thing had to be ghostly! Neither parent even has to ask.

“I gifted him this after becoming his Guardian proper. And now-”, taping the chain and suddenly a little gear charm appears on it, “-I find this to be another moment to commemorate”, letting go and the necklace simply phases through the shirt. Looking to the parents, “he prefers to keep it over his Core, which is typical for children. Symbolically saying that to truly hurt them you’d have to go through their Guardian first”, ClockWork puts in some emphasis to make the message very clear. The parents give a little nod and are actually genuinely happy to hear that.

Then they hear what they’re pretty sure is a string of swears and thud; turning their heads and seeing Dan choke on his drink a little. Danny -and ClockWork but that’s besides the point- is the only one to actually hear Eddie’s grumble about being bit. Which Danny smirks over and promptly bites ClockWork. Jack laughs while ClockWork chuckles, ahhh the joys of having a trickster who’s still growing into his fangs under their cloak. Danny does crawl off them right after though, moving to make his own coffee and obviously trying to play things off. Which gets Maddie to giggle.

Eddie stumbles in, grunts at Danny, “you like murder coffee, pour me some”, looking to the ghost, “fuck, you’re still here? Don’t you have things to do? Decrepit houses to haunt? Or children’s closets to hide ominously in?”.

ClockWork smirks, “I’m hardly the type. You should watch your local news, I believe”. Eddie rolls his eyes and shuffles back to the living room; reclaiming the couch. Danny sighs and looks to the ceiling, something going wrong in someone’s home when they leave was exactly his luck. Turning around and sipping his coffee while leaning against the counter; everyone (minus ClockWork)feeling just slightly awkward now.

So Jack jumps up, looking to Maddie, “after today I say we need to get right on rebuilding the GAV!”. Maddie looks from Jack to ClockWork to Danny, before smiling; it would probably mean a lot to Danny to just trust ClockWork alone-ish with him. Turning to Jack, “sounds like a plan, hon”.

Danny grins like an idiot to himself after they head down the lab stairs, they had changed so much! Looking to ClockWork, who grins, “one more thing, Daniel. Here”, and hands over folded fabric.

Danny looks at it, only having to fold out the hood to know it’s a freaking cloak or maybe mini cloak, “oh Ancients, ClockWork. Thanks”. ClockWork just laughs a little before throwing the cloak around his shoulders and disappearing. Leaving Danny grumbling fondly, “can’t even say goodbye”. Then looking to Lewis’s stupid smirk, “shut up”. Lewis chuckles and moves to sit in the living room. Danny electing to follow.

Danny leans over the back of the couch, looking at the absolute mess that is Eddie’s writing, “whatcha doin’?”.

“Adult stuff you’d never understand”.

“Fuck you”.

Eddie chuckles, “filling in details on the little interview I had with Cletus Kasady”.

Danny blinks, “ain’t that guy a serial killer?”, he’s not sure he even wants to know now.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t look away from his notebook, “surprised you know that, dudes whacky”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “nice, another frootloop”, leaning over even more purely to be obnoxious, “I should show you how to write with a proper quill, could make this look even more illegible. And writing with a fucking quill in public is a total power move”.

Eddie mutters, “that’s actually a decent argument”. While Danny squints at the words, sounding mildly unsure and tilting his head; attempting to read it, “‘there’s gonna be carnage’?”, snorting and moving to actually flop on the couch, “well someone took lessons from us spookies on being ominous”.

Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes, “more like typical bad guy trying to be intimidating”, smirking, “doesn’t really work on an actual predator though”.

Danny snickers, “tell me about it”.

Lewis sips his drink, watching the slight sharp toothy grins. Maybe those two were going to be like oil and fire, which might not be a good thing. Eyeing the short cloak that was honestly closer to a shawl, whatever, it was probably out of his hands now. Least the kid had some omnipresent god looking out for him. Positives Lewis, positives. Vee’s noodle head being suspiciously quiet is more than a little ominous though.

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(2/2) Okay here's (a dump) of questions! ✨📝 What got you into POTO and why do you like it to this day? Are there any hobbies or interests you have that you are able to do still now that you have a little one? What kinds of art do you like or have an interest in? This one is random for sure, what's your favorite season? I heard you live in australia! What do you like about living there? Any kinds of treats you like? Hope this isn't to many to ask! Lol~ 😅 -Secret Santa

I first saw the musical when i was a teenager and became obsessed with the story, came home, jumped on the old dial up internet, and hunted down whatever back info i could find. Google is an amazing search engine we all take for granted, hands up those that remember the painful days before google was a thing?

I found from my searches that Leroux's novel was out there so I then went on a hunt for the book. It was the 90s and by hunt I mean went to the tiny Angus & Robertson book shop near me only to come out disappointed. Well not totally disappointed, I actually came out with an illustrated version of the Hobbit instead lol, so not all was lost 😆. But! I could not get my hands on a copy of Leroux's novel which infuriated me. I tried looking in the city next visit I had , but again came up short. My internet searches brought forth a ton of fanfiction which i enjoyed devouring but I neeeeeeeded that original novel damn it.

I eventually stumbled across the novel online. I think i had about 500 tabs open and was terrified I’d lose it again, so i printed the entire thing and read it off A4 sheets of paper like a transcript. Worth every ounce of ink and my mother’s wrath at finding out. I couldn’t get a copy of Susan Kay's Phantom for a few more years, those were as rare as hen's teeth. Eventually I managed to outbid someone on ebay, a terribly worn second hand copy that cost me $70. And while I did thoroughly enjoy it as much as the next phan, the Leroux original still held my heart. I’ve just always loved Leroux’s Erik the most of all the interpretations. He feels the most diabolical and unpredictable.

My favourite season is Spring, I need warm weather, I am always cold. It can be 40 degrees and I’ll be loving every second of it, but if it drops below 15 *shudder*, my toes are tingling just thinking about it. I’ve never lived in a house with great insulation, or reliable heating. I’m sure this makes me biased. But really, give me alll the heat all the time!

My main hobby I guess is to collect old things, filling my curio cabinet with things that make me “oooh" and old books 🖤 but covid closed my whole state down since Feb or March, it was very disappointing not being able to rummage through my favourite antique junk stores for treasure 😞 I’ve been practising wearing a baby carrier so I can take my little one with me, I managed to get my husband in on it too, our tastes are completely different though. I can spend hours in an old book section looking for interesting ones. I love finding old medical history ones and reading about old cures or surgery.

Reading is my foremost hobby, but I’ve been having trouble focusing like I said, so cooking has become a close second. I tried knitting but I’m impatient. I used to draw too but it’s hard when you’re constantly interrupted, so I haven’t in a very long time. I used to enjoy photography too, but have lacked inspiration. Again, covid kind of took away opportunities. I love going to art galleries, museums, reseaching the past. Period films, gothic stuff etc etc... you can probably tell from my blog 😅

We weren’t allowed to leave Melbourne until just recently, I can’t wait to go visit our favourite small towns again, maybe some inspo will come forth then too, I’m excited even thinking about it 😁 Melbourne is a very artistic city, the people here embrace things different and weird. You’ll find pockets of conservative, but if you’re outrageous and enjoy meeting new people then you’d love it here. I can’t speak for the other major cities, but this is my experience growing up in Melbourne.

Treats? All treats! I love trying things I haven’t before 😁

#I'm not going to reread and edit this or it'll take me another 30 mins lol!#sorry if something doesn't make sense 🤣#poto secret santa

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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The Distraction XI

Summary: This is based off a request for a dark!Steve Rogers x Reader. You are innocent and Steve is in need of a distraction.

Warnings: THIS IS A RAPE/NONCON STORY. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.

A/N: So this is it! The last chapter! Thank you all for reading!!

His chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. Both of you speechless.

“I love you too.” He said the words in between pants.

They weren’t words though. They were more. They were everything. He was your everything.

Five minutes of work and then he could check again. Steve leaned back in his chair and ran his hands down his face. He had the browser window minimized, but all he could do was stare at it. What if she had moved rooms? What if…she tried to leave?

“Ugh.” Steve knew it wasn’t his finest moment but he clicked the mouse and maximized the screen.

His heart jumped in his throat. She was gone. He clicked the button to zoom out to all of the cameras and scanned the screen.

“If you want to slack at work I can recommend a better movie.” Tony’s voice made Steve jump in his chair. “Wow, you are distracted. I can’t remember the last time anyone snuck up on you.”

“It’s the first day I’m leaving her alone out of the basement.” Steve went back to scanning the images.

“There.” Tony leaned over and tapped the screen, zooming in on her. “See? Y/N’s fine.”

“She doesn’t like it when I watch her like this.” Steve watched as she curled up on the couch with a book.

“I told you, my system is flawless. You will always know where she is.” Tony bit into an apple with a crunch over Steve’s shoulder. “Now we don’t exactly have desk jobs. Any leads on that threat?”

“I don’t think it’s credible.” Steve made the camera image of you larger. “I used to love being here, but now I just want to be with her.”

“Retire.” Tony leaned back. “Or go down to a consulting position. I know you don’t need the money.”

Steve had been thinking about that exact idea lately. Then they could spend all their time together, and soon they would be ready to start a family and he didn’t want to miss a second of time with their children if he could help it.

“The old man is growing up.” Tony slapped Steve on the back. “I’m glad this whole experiment worked out for you.”

A smile spread across Steve’s face. He nodded, knowing Tony’s ego didn’t need a full-on thank you. But Steve had his girl now and that wouldn’t have been possible without Tony’s assistance. Steve was catching on to technology, but Tony helped with the door and cameras amongst other things.

Steve’s smile faltered when she stood up from the couch. He recognized body cues and she went from relaxed to almost running.

“You should put it on motion setting then the view would auto-switch. Go to camera four.” Tony tapped the screen sending it into touch mode and made the change.

Steve’s knuckles went white as he watched her sprint to the hall and towards the front door. He knew leaving her alone was a mistake. She wasn’t ready. He stood up from his desk ready to rush home, equal parts scared, angry, and disappointed.

Her hand grabbed the handle and Steve started to turn.

“Woah, calm down.” Tony set his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“I told her not to leave.” Steve ignored Tony and started towards the door. “Now we’re going to end up back at square one.”

“WAIT.” Tony was one of the few people who could give that command and Steve would listen. “Look.”

Steve glanced over his shoulder to see you curled up on the porch screen. His adrenaline started to fade, but then his jaw clenched.

“I was clear. She wasn’t supposed to leave the house.” Steve walked back over. “What if she’s testing the limits? Seeing how far she can get without me noticing?”

“Of course she’s testing the limits.” Tony took another bite of his apple. “Wouldn’t you?”

“She should have asked me first.” Steve knew he should have left her in the basement. “She’s not ready.”

“I thought she dropped the L word?” Tony dipped his chin. “Check your phone.”

Steve pulled the thing from the pocket of his jeans. There it was on the home screen.

Would you mind if I sat on the porch?

It’s such a nice day. I’ll be good. I promise.

Please? The house is lonely without you.

You told me this is my home too, does that mean I can go outside? I won’t leave the porch I promise.

I am going to sit outside. Please don’t be mad at me.

I love you.

The text messages started two hours ago. Steve felt heavy with guilt.

“I was so busy watching her I didn’t even think about her messaging me.” Steve shook his head as he sat back down. “I saw her on her phone too, but I had mine on silent. I assumed she was checking e-mail or something.”

“Okay man. If you’re giving her access to e-mail/internet then this whole freaking out watching her behavior is your problem, not hers.” Tony folded his arms.

He tried to look disappointed, but the apple slipped from his fingers and hit the carpet with a thud.

“I never said it was on her.” Steve watched as she flipped the pages of her book.

“Retiring or not, there’s no way you can be with her every second of every day. It’s not healthy.” Tony picked up his fruit and continued to eat.

“You’re the definition of healthy?” Steve pointed to the fruit.

“You should take advice from the man who didn’t judge you for this entire situation.” Tony swirled his finger. “All I’m saying is, you’re never going to trust her unless you give her a choice. What’s that cliché?”

“If you love someone let them go.” Steve knew exactly where Tony was going, the thought had crossed his mind.

“Well that works too, but I was thinking ‘all is fair in love and war’.” Tony took another crunch from his apple. “Either way, do something because you being here physically with your head with her isn’t doing much good for the team.”

Steve sighed. He knew Tony was right, he had some choices to make and maybe it was time Y/N made one too.

~~~

Was it a test? Was he not responding because he was mad at you? Were you annoying him at work?

Or was it worse? Did something happen to him? For all you knew he was on a mission, battling bad guys, saving the world. As the hours ticked by the thoughts got worse. What if he was injured? You felt a panic attack come on.

You knew there were cameras all over the house. Maybe he was watching you. If he was and had a problem with you going outside, he would rush home, right?

That was enough. You ran towards the front door; sure you were going to lose your nerve if you paused to think about it.

As soon as you got to the swing your heart clenched. He said not to leave, would he be angry? Did you break a rule? You flipped through the pages of your book and then heard the ding.

Don’t go further than the porch. I’ll be home in two hours. We’re going out.

You dropped your head back and closed your eyes. He was safe. As soon as that settled in you picked your head back up. Out? A smile spread across your face. It had been so long. Was he going to take you to a movie? Maybe dinner?

He had promised to take you to Coney Island. The weather was nice, maybe it was time to ride some rides.

You tried not to get too excited because it didn’t matter where he was taking you as long as the two of you would be together.

The book and the porch were no longer interesting. You stood up and went back into the house, determined to make yourself look perfect for your date. You were going to take as long as possible to get ready because right now two hours sounded like an eternity.

~~~

The blue dress you chose would always have a special place in your heart. You ran your hands down the pleats and remembered the first time Steve dressed you. It must have been his favorite.

That scared girl seemed like a stranger. You remembered the night he took you and your virginity, but it wasn’t you shaking on the bed. It was like you were standing in the room watching the scene play out instead of being there.

Still, the vision made your lips part as you let out a stifled whimper. The phantom orgasm sending shivers down your sides as a tingle formed between your legs.

You pushed your thighs together and hoped if he brought you to Coney Island he would give you some panties.

Then the image of Steve’s hand creeping up your thigh as a rollercoaster went to the top caused another wave of excitement. You were definitely a different girl.

The break of the door opening sounded and you rounded the corner. Steve walked inside and you almost melted at the sight. You stood in the hall as he came to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, while you placed yours around his neck, giving you the touch you craved.

“I missed you doll.” He kissed the top of your head.

You squeezed and shut your eyes as tears started to form. It was hell being away from him.

“I love it when you get all ready for me like this.” He pulled back and you looked up. “Of course tonight it’s not just for me, is it?”

“It’s only for you.” A tremble worked its way over you. “Were you mad at me today?”

“No.” Steve brushed his hand over your hair. “You did very well. I need to get better at checking my phone.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have sent him so many messages. His work was so demanding and you knew in the back of your heart he wouldn’t have cared if you went on the porch. You shouldn’t bother him so much.

“Well, you look ready to go.” Steve dropped his arms from your waist. “Shall we?”

Your features tightened. You expected some private attention before you left. Your arousal went unanswered and you clenched your thighs.

“I recognize that look.” His blue eyes flashed as he dipped his chin and took your hand. “If we end up in bed we won’t end up leaving.”

“It doesn’t have to be the bed.” You blurted out as you pressed your hand to his chest.

“Very clever Y/N.” Steve placed another kiss on the top of your head. “But you know what I mean.”

You let out a sigh, not trying to hide your disappointment.

“Are you trying to break me down?” Steve tilted your chin up. “Because if you keep pouting like this I’m going to give in and cancel all our plans. Would you rather stay home?”

“I’m sorry.” You dropped your head and squeezed his hand. “I won’t pout.”

“Good girl.” Steve turned and led you out the door.

He spun around on the porch and locked the house. You had been on a few walks over the last couple weeks but hadn’t gone anywhere really. Steve offered to take to you a few stores, but it was so easy to have stuff delivered. For some reason your anxiety flared, maybe leaving wasn’t such a good idea.

“Are you alright doll?” Steve appeared next to you, a look of concern on his face.

You opened your mouth to tell him you wanted to stay home, but stopped. He wanted to go out and you couldn’t be a hermit forever. Besides, you would be with him all night. Safe.

“Yeah.” You placed your hand back in his. “Curious where we’re going.”

“It’s not far.” Steve walked off the porch first.

For some reason, your feet felt heavy, but you picked them up and walked in your flats right behind your man. He led you down the pathway that went around the house. Normally you went toward the beach and realized you didn’t really know what the back of the house looked like.

There was a concrete path that led through a backyard with a shed and a garage that faced out towards a back alleyway. Steve fiddled with the keys.

You tried to remember the last time you were in a car. It was probably the night Steve acquired you, but of course, you were unconscious. You brought your hand to your neck where he had poked you with a syringe and drugged you. Different girl.

He went to the garage and lifted the door. The space was immaculate with half of it turned into a workbench. In the center was a mid-size black SUV.

“You look surprised.” Steve led you over to the passenger’s side and opened the door.

“I pictured you a classic car guy.” He lifted you into the seat.

“I’m not really a car guy at all.” Steve leaned over and buckled your belt. “This one had a high safety rating. The classic ones are death traps.”

“It smells brand new.” You almost forgot what the new car scent was.

“It is.” Steve winked before shutting the door.

He walked around and jumped in the driver’s seat.

“I got it a few months ago when I decided I would be driving something very valuable.” He turned over the engine.

You looked out the window and tried to downplay how giddy his comment had made you. This was all for you.

He backed out the driveway and you were off. The sun was starting to set and you wished you grabbed a sweater. It didn’t take long until the houses disappeared and storefronts popped up. The old you would’ve been obsessing over each turn, trying to figure out where you were, but now you didn’t give that sort of thing a second thought.

You didn’t need to worry about that sort of thing. Steve would take care of you. The thought made you glance at your man. There was no smile on his face as he drove with a tense posture.

“Are you alright?” You shifted in your seat to look at him. “You seem nervous.”

“I’m fine.” Steve’s body language was a different story. It looked like he was squeezing the steering wheel so hard he might break the thing.

“I’m not going to run away or cause a scene. You don’t have to worry about that.” You reached out and put your hand on his fingers.

“I know doll.” Steve didn’t relax.

“In fact, I don’t want you to worry about anything.” You tried to study his reaction. “I love you. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Well, it’s my job to worry about you.” The car slowed down.

You looked around as Steve came to a high metal fence. He rolled down the window and then tapped in a security code. The gate opened to show lines of brick storage units.

“Where are we?” This wasn’t the date night you were imagining.

Steve didn’t respond as he drove down the line of orange doors. He slowed again toward the back.

“I have something to show you.” He stopped the car.

You looked at him and swore he was starting to sweat. He put the car in park and turned off the engine. He didn’t unbuckle his belt as he put his hands on the wheel. Whatever he was doing it was upsetting him.

“Hey, we can go.” You put your hand on his leg. “You don’t have to show me anything.”

Though your curiosity was spiked. The man had lived such an interesting, long life. You wondered what was in the storage unit. Maybe something from his childhood? Or something from the war?

“No.” Steve unbuckled his seatbelt. “Come on doll. It’s important.”

He reached over and undid yours before she opened the door and stepped out. You went to the handle on your side, but Steve was there in an instant. He picked you up from the seat and set you on your feet.

“Just…remember I love you.” Steve ducked his head down and pressed his lips to yours.

It took you by surprise, but you placed your hands on his cheeks and opened your mouth. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer as his tongue swirled with yours. The need between your legs started to grow again. How was it possible for one person to want another person this bad?

“Mmmmm.” You let out a moan and Steve pulled away.

You didn’t care what was in the storage unit. There was nothing from his past that could chase you away. You were his. Forever.

He went to the side of the garage style door and put in a key. It was dusk now and the sky was darkening by the second. Steve went to the center and opened the unit.

Nothing looked out of the ordinary. It looked mainly like furniture. There was a mattress on its side, a dresser, a television, and a couch.

The couch looked familiar. You took a step forward and realized it all looked familiar. A lump started to form in your throat. You didn’t know if it was a sob trying to break free or your voice getting caught.

You didn’t let either come out as you stepped inside the unit. Steve didn’t touch you as you passed him, staying a few feet behind you.

“Why are you showing me this?” The back had several bins stacked on top of each other.

“It’s time for you to decide Y/N.” Steve shuffled behind you.

“Decide?” You ran your fingertips over your old dresser and wondered if your clothes were inside or in the bins in the back.

“If you want to leave, I’ll set you up with a new apartment and support you financially until you get settled.” There was a shake to Steve’s voice. “If you want to stay, it will be more of the same. I still expect you to follow my rules. I’ll take care of you. Keep you….”

“Stop.” The tears in your eyes started to fall down your cheeks. “Just stop.”

You knew you shouldn’t talk to him that way, but your brain was firing off in all directions and you couldn’t concentrate on anything. The man might as well have been speaking gibberish. A decision? A choice?

You glanced around the storage unit, looking at all of your old possessions. The television you used to binge watch, the crummy kitchen table where you ate you take out and doubled as a desk, the couch you used to fall asleep on more often than the mattress whose springs poked you in the back.

“Please Y/N.” Steve’s voice startled you. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

It was like everything was moving in slow motion as you spun to face him. He bit his lip and stuck his hands in his back pockets as he glanced at the ground before meeting your eyes.

He took a step forward and you knew he wanted to hug you, but you took a step back and lifted your hand. Right now you didn’t want comfort from him.

“I am thinking you look so sad.” Steve held both of his hands in the air. “And I want to hold you until you’re smiling again.”

“You said you would never let me go.” Your voice cracked. “So either this is a test, and if I chose to leave you are going to take me back home and start over again, back to the basement, or it means that your feelings for me have changed and you’re no longer willing to burn the world down for me.”

Steve lowered his hands and flexed his jaw.

“Either way it hurts.” You took a step towards him. “But it doesn’t matter because I am not giving you a choice.”

You brought your hand up and cupped his face before looking him square in the eyes.

“I crave you. Your touch. Your control. Your guidance. Your praise. All of it.” Your eyes went to his lips. “So I won’t make a decision, because there’s never been a choice, for either of us.”

In the same movement, Steve crashed his lips against yours and brought his hands under your ass, lifting you into the air and storage unit. You wrapped your legs around him and wiggled in his embrace, trying to rub your body against his as your kiss deepened.

Steve fell forward and your back hit the couch. Both of your hands dropped to his waist as you undid his jeans. You continued to kiss and realized he had better positioning to free his cock so you bunched the skirt of your dress up and spread your legs.

He owned you and that was how you wanted it. There was no sense in fighting that fact. Missing him all day had left your soaking and there was no need to ease inside.

Even with the lubrication, he filled you with such force that you broke the kiss and winced. Steve didn’t stop as he brought his hips back and slammed into you with power making you moan and cry at the same time.

The door to the unit was still wide open and any patron could drive by so you knew you had to be quiet.

“All mine Y/N.” Steve moved back and slammed inside of you again. “Every bit of you is mine.”

There was such force behind his movement and his words that you moaned. He quickened his pace, not pulling out as far but still pumping into you so hard your body bounced on the couch. You were about to start screaming from pleasure if you didn’t find something to do with your mouth.

His neck was right in front of you and you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down closer to you as your mouth attached to it. You sucked in hard and pressed your tongue against his skin as he kept stuffing you with his cock.

You brought your arms around his back and held him closer, lifting your body as best you could while you were caged underneath him, still sucking his skin hard into your mouth. The closeness made him press against your clit with every thrust.

Each time he hit your bundle of nerves you squealed, making it harder to keep your lips on his neck.

Steve put more weight on you and started rocking his hips, keeping more pressure on your clit while he filled you. It was too much and you dropped your head back to the couch and let out a moan.

“That’s right Y/N.” Steve started going even faster and you couldn’t stay quiet. You panted and moaned underneath him. “You’re so good. You take me so well.”

The praise made your toes curl and the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Perfect. My perfect Y/N.” Steve’s face was right above yours. “Cum for me doll, like the good girl you are.”

“Ahhh!” You didn’t hold back as the spring burst forward.

It was hard to tell if it was black spots or just darkness but your orgasm ripped through you with a roar. Steve gave two more quick thrusts until he followed you over the cliff, his cock unloading inside of you.

You dropped your arms until they were at the sides of your head while Steve pressed his face into the couch. Your fingers trailed the fabric. You never thought this couch would see any action.

“We should get out of here.” Steve’s cock slid out making you whimper.

He tucked himself back into his pants and offered you a hand. You stood up and felt your juices trail down your leg. You wished you were at home, then the two of you could have undressed all the way.

He brought your hand to his lips and then pulled you close, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Steve?” You leaned against him.

“Yeah doll?” He walked you to the car and opened the passenger’s side door before lifting you inside and buckling you in.

“Never bring me back here again.” You pressed your lips.

Steve looked up at you with wide eyes. There was hidden meaning in your words that was not lost on him. He gave you a single nod in understanding.

He stood up and placed a peck on your lips before he shut the door and closed up the storage unit. When he climbed in the car the light from the door gave you enough time to see your work.

Steve turned over the engine and drove away while a smile spread across your face. He owned you, but you owned him as well. And right now there was a mark of your ownership in a big purple hickey on his neck.

~~~

It was hard to keep his eyes on the road. He wanted to keep glancing at her, especially when she was smiley like this.

Steve reached out and took her hand, feeling guilty he didn’t have both of his on the wheel. If they got in a car accident and she was hurt he would never forgive himself.

“I didn’t think we were in the car this long on the way out. Are we going home?” She glanced around the neighborhood.

“Not yet.” Steve gave a smile. “I thought it was time to introduce you to some people.”

Her eyes went wide and she dropped Steve’s hand and flipped open the mirror.

“No…can we go home?” She looked perfect. “At least let me change? I mean…I smell like…and there’s stuff on my leg.”

“You smell like me.” Steve wanted her to have the reminder. “And that’s my stuff on your leg.”

Steve spotted the pizza parlor and found a parking spot right out front.

“I’m not ready for this.” She started to shake her hands out. “Please, can we reschedule?”

“You are ready.” Steve leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt. “They’re going to love you. Just be yourself.”

He got out of the car and grinned. Tonight had gone perfect. Y/N was clever and saw right through his ruse, but she was confident enough to call him on it. Of course, he was never going to let her go.

“Please.” She looked at the ground when he brought her out of the car. “Another night?”

“Don’t overthink it.” Steve wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her inside. “It’s just a small group.”

He walked inside and held her tight. Bruce spotted them first and Steve led her over to the back.

“So this is the famous Y/N?” Tony asked. “I understand why you’ve been keeping her to yourself.”

“Ignore them.” Nat held out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello.” Y/N shook hands.

Steve sat down and put her chair extra close to his. Tony started talking and he noticed Y/N start to relax. He knew she was ready.

“Is that a hickey?” Bruce got Steve’s attention.

“What?” Steve touched his neck.

“Way to go Y/N.” Nat held up her hand and Y/N gave her a high five.

His girl turned to look at him and she gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh, we’re going to talk about this when we get home.” Steve winked as he placed a light kiss on her neck.

Nat started up a conversation with Y/N and Steve leaned back in his chair. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and rubbed his thumb in a small circle.

She was his perfect distraction. So shy, too smart for her own good, beautiful, and she had developed so wonderfully under him.

Steve continued to rub the tiny circle and his smile grew. If she wanted to mark him with a hickey on his neck it was fine, he pushed a little harder and then felt it.

There was no way she was ever going to leave him or get away. He made sure of that on their first night when she was still unconscious, in fact, it was the first thing he had done in her apartment after knocking her out.

His thumb moved again over the tiny microchip in her neck. Maybe one day he would tell her about it, but he didn’t think so. He didn’t want to risk having her try and rip it out. Besides, she was being so good right now, but what if that changed?

Steve had to be prepared for anything and one thing was sure. He was never going to let her go. NEVER.

THE DISTRACTION

Thank you everyone for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback is always appreciated!

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silenthillmutual · 5 years

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One Punch Man, thus far

all Genos/Saitama, unless otherwise specified (i still have a few on my ‘marked to read later’)

Top 10:

Colourless Saitama and his Years of Training by rironomind, M (fluff, humor, angst, hurt/comfort, adventure, romance, drama) A lonely eggman living in the 21st century finds a cyborg who endeavours to keep him.

Connect Your Heart to Mine by Notsohappycamper, T (fluff) When Genos is left in critical condition and must stay at Dr. Kuseno’s for much longer than he’d like, Saitama is more than happy to stay connected to him.

everybody’s looking for darjeeling by Batman, G (AU) In which Genos takes up a part time job, Saitama is upset by purple aprons with sunflowers on them, and Sonic is a very tired supervillain. (Or, that one coffee shop AU now with 76% more cyborg baristas.)

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH DEMON CYBORG by nicolet, T (humor) Today we will be interviewing Demon Cyborg, 19 year old Hero Genos LIVE! Stay tuned for more!

From, Anonymous: Be my friend? by One_Punch_Chan, T Saitama wants to connect with his younger roommate as if he were any other human the only way he knows how: The power of the anonymous internet.

It’s always the internal stuff by fabulousreaper, T Here he was, the strongest man in the world, brought to his knees by a fucking cramp.

Knock Knock, I’m Back From Space by Notsohappycamper, T In which Boros lives, learns to find peace with his human rival, and comes over for tea every so often. I.e., in which Boros visits Saitama while Genos is away.

Missed Connections by batneko, T If the person you like doesn’t like you back, the healthy thing to do is move on, right? All Saitama wants to do is help Genos get over that mystery jerk who doesn’t appreciate what he could have had. And all Genos wants to do is get over Saitama, but how can he when he has to see him every day?

One Hundred Contest Entries by batneko, G Genos gets roped into an embarrassing publicity stunt, and no one is happy about it.

You’ll find me where the monsters are by supercrunch, T Genos stares. For a very long time, because he’s standing in the street with one shoe on, fighting a half-naked man who’s threatening to eat his other shoe, and now there’s an actual naked bald man with one raised eyebrow like he can’t even tell Genos is on his way to short-circuiting. “Oh.” (Either this ‘Saitama’ guy has very bad luck, or he genuinely enjoys getting attacked by monsters every week. Genos, for the life of him, can’t tell which.)

the rest!

Action and Reaction by Astarea (fluff) Saitama has come to terms that he can never confess, but it still hurts.

All The Makeup That MAC Can Make by Sacramental_Wine (hurt/comfort, fluff) “Did he have freckles once? Was he always smoother looking? Did his face always seem to have that plasticine finish? What would Saitama think when he came home to Genos looking…alive for a change?”

Black Is Your Brightest Color by daughterofMyou (fluff, angst) -A Valentine’s Day fanfiction; Saitama and Genos go for a walk in the park, then attempt to cook each other their favourite desserts. Not everything goes as planned.

Brand Loyalty by batneko (AU) Genos encounters a man who looks exactly like Saitama… but with hair.

First Crush by batneko A conversation over dinner about crushes and fandoms.

First-Name Basis by batneko (AU) Genos gave up on finding his soulmate when he gave up his skin. Saitama just isn’t looking.

Gray Matter by batneko (fluff) Some parts aren’t so easy to replace. And the injuries you can’t see can be the most dangerous.

Hands by Bloodsbane Genos asks to use Saitama’s hand as a drawing reference.

Hollow Spaces by twisting_vine_x Saitama hadn’t realized how alone he was until Genos came into his life.

“I’m his husband.” by batneko The obligatory accidental marriage fic.

It’s Cold Without You by your_tomodachi (fluff) Genos is invited to a party organised by the Hero Association on Christmas Eve. He decides to take Saitama along and everyone thinks they’ve come together as a couple. Really, Saitama only came because he heard there’s free food.

Love Bite by batneko (fluff, angst) “Maybe we should stop fooling around.”

Marks on Metal, Dents on Flesh by notsohappycamper (fluff) The boys explore the imperfections of each other’s bodies.

Masks by batneko Superheroes wear masks. Everyone knows that.

Morning Routine by rironomind (fluff) Waking up next to someone who loves you

Mr. Right by OldBeginningNewEnding Flowers in hand, Saitama takes a trip with Genos for a long-overdue introduction. And maybe a request as well.

my love has come along by lowsywriter (fluff, angst, AU) Genos knows himself too well to not notice that his feelings for Saitama are more than friendship, and with graduation looming he is gonna miss his chance to make a move.

never change by determination Saitama doesn’t know how to handle Valentine’s day or his feelings. But he’s learning, and maybe a romantic holiday is all he needed to nudge him in the right direction.

Obliviously by batneko Everyone can see how much Genos cares for Saitama, but can Genos? (No, no he can’t.)

Our Two Dads by aactionjohnny (fluff) A day in the lives of the robo babies.

The Pocket Trials by 8ball (friendship, fluff) Genos apologized at the end of the fight, like he always did when Saitama had to help him stand or gather his parts or just flat out carry what was left of him. But it bothered Saitama that Genos was apologizing for failing to defeat the monster, rather than failing to keep himself unharmed.

R.A.M Sleep by CAPSING “Genos,” Saitama finally speaks, with an uncharacteristic hint of urgency in his voice. “Yes, Sensei?” Genos straightens his back slightly, attentive; he sets his chopsticks down. “This morning, on patrol…” Saitama is clearly struggling. “I –“ There’s a pause.“I wondered what we’d have for dinner.”

Robot Parenting 101 by batneko (fluff) Dr. Kuseno’s latest project is useful, but unconventional.

Soap by 54starr Genos accidentally confessiones his love to Saitama. Now he’s gotta wash his mouth out with soap.

Uncharacteristically nervous by oiltears (fluff) Genos and Saitama go on their first “real” date and Saitama is a small bundle of nerves

unwind by bluestrawberryiii (fluff) Saitama’s had a rough day.

Warm Like the Sun’s Rays by oodlenoodle (hurt/comfort, fluff) Genos and Saitama enjoy a sunset together and share memories from the past while creating a new memory of their own.

Yellow by transtrees “The person I love is so strong it worries me, So show your weakness to me alone! I’ll find you before the stars do, So please come straight home!”

Blending and Processing by aactionjohnny It’s just a blender.

Blush by SomeplaceToStay Genos can’t blush and Saitama doesn’t know if he’s upset by that.

Breaking the Fourth Wall by nicolet (fluff, crack, humor) Genos reads fanfic. That’s all there is to it.

Breathing Fish to Life by Magisey (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort) A fluffy hurt/comfort fic of getting together, love, and fishies

Condition of Learned Helplessness by Sheepnamedpig (drama, romance, angst, friendship) Genos fights, learns, launders, and loves.

Confessions by AlaianaPotter (fluff) He had not meant to send it. He had not meant to even write it, but sitting there in the morning as Sensei slumbered, it had just been far too tempting

Fraternization by batneko Saitama and Genos learn about a very inconvenient Hero Association rule.

Frustration by icarusforgotten (angst) It’s something so fundamentally human, so unbearably real, that it almost hurts to acknowledge it.

Greed by Sheepnamedpig I get a little bit Genghis Khan./ I don’t want you to get it on/ With nobody else but me.

Hands by Bloodsbane Genos asks to use Saitama’s hand as a drawing reference.

I Didn’t Know What I Needed to Know by The_Button_Harlequin (fluff, angst) Saigenos Week Prompt: Won’t you come home soon?

I Love You by nicolet (fluff) Just a touch, the briefest touch, and yet within it, a world of importance.

Kisses For Me by nicolet (fluff, crack) Genos keeps kissing other Heroes (accidentally), and Saitama is annoyed.

Lazy Day by Notsohappycamper (fluff) Relaxing on the balcony, doing laundry together, eating ice cream, and being in love.

Love doesn’t HAVE to be a many splendored thing, does it? by Ginncide Saitama’s never been an emotional guy, so he figured he wasn’t cut out for romance. He starts to wonder what being in love really is.

Mind Over Matter by yesterday “You want me to teach you how to what?” Saitama asks as they’re clearing up the dishes from tonight’s meal. Genos washes; Saitama gathers up the garbage. Tomorrow is burnable garbage day. Each pot and plate and dish is scoured to sparkling perfection before it goes into the drying rack. “Relax,” Genos says. “Sensei appears to have a lot of experience in the art of doing nothing, and recently Doctor Kuseno suggested that it would be beneficial for me to do the same.” “Doesn’t that guy make robots? They’re not exactly like humans, you know,” Saitama says. “And it’s not like I spend all day lying around the house. I’m a hero, a hero.”

Not Today by Sheepnamedpig (action, drama, romance) There is only one thing we say to death–

One Day (Love and Loss) by SugaSugar (AU, angst) By the time he’s twenty five, Saitama starts to wonder if Genos died before they could meet.

Paper Stars by Variastrix (angst) Saitama folds paper stars as a coping mechanism.

Phantom Warmth by KNACC (fluff) Genos is feeling odd reactions in his barely functional core as Saitama carries his wrecked body away from the Sea King fight.

Practice Makes Perfect by Humanitys_Shortest_Soldier (fluff, angst) Genos takes a lesson from Saitama a little too seriously, and Saitama is surprisingly okay with the whole thing.

Regret by Lazzuli (fluff, angst) Everyone has discussions, everyone fights. Even teachers and disciples.

Search Your Feelings by Chokopoppo (fluff) Saitama can’t believe Genos hasn’t ever seen Star Wars. Genos can’t believe Saitama thinks R2-D2 is the best robot.

Separation Anxiety by NanakiBH (drama, angst) Everything can be broken; something the strong forget.

Shift by Duskglass They’re both pretty bad at dealing with change, and Saitama just wants to avoid trouble. It sort of backfires.

Simplicity by rubyfiamma (fluff) Genos kisses Saitama, Saitama wonders what in the fuck

Sleeping Cycles by LennyFace (fluff, friendship) Genos can’t help but notice many details about his master, small things he observes from their routine and includes in his housework to facilitate his life.

So much time to waste by seiji Two heroes walk into a bar. The waitstaff survive, mostly.

synthetic by cyaneyed He tastes faintly of metal.

Twelve to Four by lightning027 (fluff) [[Or a story where Saitama makes a list, Genos buys a throw pillow, and they both sort of overheat]]

why isn’t he getting paid for all the merchandise though? There was a line between admiration and obsession and Saitama was pretty sure Genos was starting to cross it.

you’re digging graves into your skin (mark the headstones with my name) by rironomind (romance) Genos is self-destructive, Saitama is insensitive and Dr Kuseno is long-suffering.

All I Have to Give by needchocolatenow (fluff) Genos is in love with Saitama.

And so the Universe Cackled in Glee by I_dont_know_man (humor) Inspired by bleepbloop6969’s Ecchi AU: “Where everything is the same, except Genos keeps getting thrown into perverted positions with Saitama.”

First Aid by Zemmiphobia (fluff) Watching Genos prep for repairs gives Saitama a sudden realization, sparking Genos’ own revelation.

Friction by Usuishi (PWP) There were far too many times where they ended up in situations in that Saitama really couldn’t find the source of. They always ended up in erotic circumstances somehow, whether it was Genos or himself that initiated them. It didn’t matter where they were by this point. It didn’t matter one bit.

A Happy Accident by paperficwriter Genos discovers that Saitama is very, very sensitive to certain touches, and he decides to experiment.

A Hot Bath and a Hot Pot by aactionjohnny (fluff, smut) Or, “what the OVA didn’t show us.”

I Want You To Want Me by One_Punch_Chan Genos gets a super obsessive fan who keeps harassing him for dates etc. and the only way to get them to leave him alone is for Saitama to fake being his boyfriend.

Jupiter Has Seven Moons by Chokopoppo (PWP) Nothing like a cool robot boyfriend with weird sexual modules to make you appreciate the modern age of technology, and no time like the present to figure out how to use that.

Nightmare by batneko Saitama has a dream that shakes him, and some reassurance is in order.

Nobody Got Me Feeling This Way by Sacramental_Wine “Normally, he felt hard around the edges, something immobile and sturdy. But the music hollowed him out, making him fluid, floating, dancing along with a general ease that came from not seeing himself.” Genos discovers what it is to love the body he’s been given.

Repairs by shaunhastings2012 Genos needs to fix some of his wiring after a battle. It should’ve been a simple repair, but it wasn’t going quite the way he’d expected. However, Genos didn’t exactly mind what happened.

Self-Indulgence by EmpanadaDrabblez The alarm clock across the room shone red like those beautiful crimson irises. The blue moonlight through the sheer curtains glowed like the white cables of Genos’ neck when they were kissed. The small fan at his feet droned quietly like the overworked hum of Genos’ cooling system.

Sensory by Duskglass Genos needs some minor repairs after a fight, and is positive he can handle them on his own. It’s a little harder than he anticipated.

So Very Loved by lilith_swbf Saitama made him feel like he was his most precious treasure.

Untitled. by DesInDisguise (fluff) Gentle lovemaking was all that he could ask for. To be shown adoration, love. To be pulled away from their lives for only a moment, no remembrance of how he was a machine made for death. How nice it was to forget, or pretend that he was human for those moments. To be loved and cherished much like anyone else, for Saitama to kiss him without hesitation, giving him no time to apologise for being too stiff, too awkward, too fake.

Add-On by NyxMidnight Genos is a cyborg. Adding a bodypart is nothing to him.

Apartment-warming by Akumeoi (smut, romance) Saitama finally moves out of the Hero Association HQ and goes back to Z-City with Genos. They do some housewarming. (Translation: 2K smut)

Appreciation by EmpanadaDrabblez (AU, PWP) “You know I appreciate you, don’t you?” The question was easier to let out than Saitama expected, but it was the silence that answered him which made him anxious.

The Apron by Bloodsbane (angst, fluff) Shit. The word buzzed around Saitama’s skull like a mosquito, one he truly had no chance of squashing between his fingers. Shit, he thought, observing his disciple/roommate/best friend as he scrubbed furiously at a spot on the floor with a rag. He was on his knees, bent forward slightly, putting all his weight into removing an ugly soy sauce stain. The straps of the apron fell as if to purposefully frame his ass. Fucking shit.

Bathtime Bubbles Baby by Darke_Eco_Freak Saitama would really hate to burst them.

Beta Testing by Croik Taken from an anon prompt on tumblr: “Masochistic Genos who knows Saitama is going too far w/o realizing it while they’re banging.”

Blackout by Lindserton (fluff, smut) A storm is approaching and Saitama doesn’t seem concerned about it one bit.

Blooming Season by oodlenoodle It’s springtime and Saitama decides to visit Genos.

Break Me Open by spunlikesugar Genos ends up with his fair share of dents the first time he has sex with Saitama…and the second time. And many times after that.

Crime and Punishment by spunlikesugar (humor, smut) Genos uses a new tactic to get Saitama to attend a wedding with him. It backfires. Or not. Depends on how you look at it.

Egging Him On by banana-babies Genos and Saitama end up at King’s house with some sake and a lot of sexual tension. King ends up having a very bad time.

Evening Interlude by SweetAvidyaJones (angst) I have been thinking a lot lately about Genos fucking Saitama and I couldn’t stop so I wrote this.

Eyes (Only For You) by 8bitcyborg (smut) «That’s when he decided that it didn’t really matter. His heart told him it didn’t matter. Genos wanted him, and he wanted Genos. The reckless but still so perfect and loving cyborg, who could have anyone in the world, possibly the universe, but only had eyes for him.»

Full Color by NanakiBH Ever since Genos appeared, something began to change.

From a Cyborg’s Mouth by Emery (fluff, smut) Genos is much, much too polite, and Saitama decides that he’s had enough of it–especially when he knows that the cyborg talking dirty will get him off.

Frozen Sunlight by Aetherdrive Humanity is the best gift you can give to someone that has transcended it.

Hard Edges by Ixxen (smut) For the rest of the day there’s a peaceful lilt in Genos’ step that Saitama hasn’t seen for longer than he liked to think, and makes sure to let the blond catch him staring. Each time is a discovery, and the specimen is a smile outlined in vivid red; perfect, entrancing, and capable of skipping a step in Saitama’s otherwise perfect heartbeat. After that, he pays attention.

Phantom Limb by batneko Genos doesn’t have a penis, but accidentally discovers his brain can make do.

Pointless by CheekyKichi (PWP) Genos is very cheeky and Saitama doesn’t let him get away with it, even if they’re at a very important wedding.

The Quality of Being Hard by NyxMidnight A misunderstanding leads to good time, or “You just had to say so, Master”.

Reconsider by SpringTide “So, uh, Genos. Do you…have a thing for me?” Time stood still in the room. This was the absolute worst case scenario. Genos weighed his options while carefully maintaining a poker face. Saitama just kept staring at him with a blank, unreadable expression. “That’s. An abrupt question, sensei.” It wasn’t abrupt. Genos had lived there for months and fallen hard and fast. It was shocking it took this long for something to come up.

Stamina by toastycyborg (PWP) A drabble for Tumblr user sai-pop, based on an anonymous ask: “OVERSTIMULATED GENOS AND A SAI THAT CANT STOP BC HE HAS A SCARY AMOUNT OF STAMINA”

Through Different Eyes by NanakiBH (drama, hurt/comfort) For the first time, he wanted to know more.

Yellow by aactionjohnny Genos buys Saitama a gift. Well, really, it’s for both of them.

Yes, Master by Astarea Genos is very upset and Saitama is having none of that.

Always Gold by OldeShoestring (AU, fluff, humor) Genos lost a bet and the result isn’t as quite as he expects it to be.

Good Boy by doobler (PWP) Saitama wants Genos to want him to want to be praised. Right?

Head Full Of Nothing by hopelesswanderlust (angst) Sweet Mask makes him write a list about what it means to be human.

His Biggest Fan by Orihander (fluff) Genos just wants his sensei to be happy

I Know Your Face by paperficwriter Sonic finds Saitama, but something about him keeps him at an uncharacteristic distance.

Lazy Mornings (PWP) Saitama appreciates staying in bed longer than necessary a lot more than he should. Especially if there is someone else with him. Someone who doesn’t mind being ground against.

The Meaning of Flowers by paperficwriter (+ Metal Bat/Garou; fluff) A collection of drabbles based around flowers and their many meanings.

So Many Colors by OldeShoestring (fluff) Genos deals, listens and loves. Not necessarily in that order but he does all of them anyway.

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 1

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler. (Part 2)

"This is your late husband?" Sam asked as he picked up a photo frame from the centre table.

"Yes, that was my George." Mrs. Phelps answered.

"And you said he was a dentist?" You asked with an raised eyebrow. You were sitting on a chair beside Dean and Sam was sitting on his other side still examining the picture.

"He was headed to a convention in Denver." Bonnie answered after age nodded in your question. "Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to die like that." Her voice almost broke.

"How long were you married?" You asked softly.

"13 years." She answered.

"In all that time.... Did you ever noticed anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked and all of you looked curiously toward Mrs. Phelps.

"Well....he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." She said and you had to stop the urge of slamming your head on the wall with frustration.

"That will be all, Ma'am." Dean said and you guys stood up to make your way out of the house.

"It goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam said as you guys made your way toward the impala.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer, is not exactly evil personified." Dean said and an idea struck in your mind.

"You guys know what we need to do? We need to get inside NTSB warehouse check out the wreckage." You suggested and both the boys stopped to look at you.

"Okay, but if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said.

"If your suggestion requires me to wear a skirt, it's not gonna happen." You stated coldly.

"We'll get you a pantsuit, don't worry." Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led you toward the car.

Dean drove to the nearest shop that rented suits, which was apparently know as 'Mort's for style.' 'what a weird name.' you thought.

The man inside took your measures and went inside to look for suits which could fit the three of you. Sam and Dean were already dressed in there suits, 'these Winchesters have some good genes' you thought checking out the brothers.

When you looked at Dean again you heart jumped to your throat. "Damn he looks like a snacc" you muttered under your breath and realized how sleazy it sounded.

"Here, it was really hard to find a suit to fit your feminine figure but after a lot of searching, I found this." He said and handed you a suit bag. "Go try it on." He smiled at you and you walked inside the trial room.

Ones you tried it on you were in love with it. The suit looked a lot more feminine than you thought it would. The fabric was lovely and you looked so cool in it. You put on your boots again and walked out of the trial room. The grin didn't leave your face. You guys quickly paid and walked out of the store.

"Man, I look like one of 'the blues brothers'." Dean complained.

"No you don't, you look like a seventh grader at his first dance." Sam said making you chuckle

Dean glared at his brother before saying "I hate this thing."

"Hey you want into that warehouse or not?" You asked and Dean got inside the car without another word.

"I feel like I'm one of the men in black. It's so cool." You gushed and got inside the car as well.

Dean pulled up in front of the NTSB warehouse and he took the lead as you guys walked inside you guys walked confidently up to the desk and flashed your badges. The security guard's eyes fixated on you as he was questioning your age but he let you in anyway. They buzzed the doors and let you in on the wreckage.

You saw as Dean took out a device from his pocket and stuck the car buds in his ear which made you raise an eyebrow.

"What is that?" Sam asked wording out the question you had in mind although you had an idea of what it was.

"It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, we know what an EMF meter is but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Sam said.

" 'cause that's what I made it out of. It's home made." Dean stated proudly

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said and the proud smile was immediately gone from Dean's face. You have to say though, intelligence was always something that turned you on.

Dean ran the EMF meter through the parts of the plane. You were walking beside him checking out the wreckage as well. The EMF started going crazy once he ran it over a broken door handle.

"Check out the emergency door handle." There was a yellow powdery stuff stuck on it. Dean scratched it with his fingernail before saying. "What is that stuff."

"Sulphur." You said and the boys looked at you with raised eyebrow. "What? I was a science student, I'm not sure though."

"Well, there's only one way to be sure." Sam said before taking out a knife and scraping it in a small forensic bag. Dean went to wipe his hand on your jacket but you glared at him so he wiped it on Sam's instead.

You heard multiple footsteps running toward the wreckage and you look at the boys and it seemed they heard it too.

"Looks like our partners are here." You ran out of the exit just as those people entered the hall. You peeked from behind the wall to see it was clear and then started walking toward the gate.

When you heard the alarm went off you quickly started running. It was too high for you, before you could say anything a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and helped you up, you looked down at Dean before latching on the locked gate and jumping on the other side.

"Wow, I could never do that in a skirt." You commented as the three of you ran to the Impala.

Dean immediately drove off to Jerry's office and gave him the powder you collected from the door handle. He put it under a microscope and started analyzing it. "Alex was right, this stuff is covered in sulfur." Jerry said and Dean turned to you with a proud smile on his face.

"You're sure?" You asked

"Take a look yourself." He said and you heard a man outside yelling and pounding at something. "If you fellas will excuse me I have an idiot to fire."

Dean walked over to where Jerry stood and took a look through the microscope. "Hmmm. There's not too many things that leave behind a sulphuric residue." Dean stated.

"Demonic possession?" You said.

"It'd explain how a mortal man would've the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean said.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Said Sam.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person but use them to take down an entire airplane?"

"You guys ever heard of something like this before." You asked looking at the boys

"Never." Dean replied and Sam shook his head.

You guys went back to the motel and pulled out every books and articles you had on demons. You and Dean were sitting side by side going through books while Sam was surfing through the internet.

Your thighs brushed together both of you could easily scoot away from each other but you didn't. You felt him sliding even closer to you, as if that was even possible. You snapped out of your thoughts when Sam started talking.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said resting his hand on your knee.

"Well, that's not exactly true. According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease. And this one causes plane crashes." When you finished once again the boys were looking at you with raised eyebrow.

"Ok I know I said I was a science student but I used to spend a lot of time with Bobby's books...........I didn't really have any friends." You said playing with your hair embarrassingly.

"Wow, you're a bigger nerd than Sam which I thought was impossible." Dean said getting up from the bed. "Ok, alright so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah and you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam said and Dean let out a laugh. "What?"

"I don't know, guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything just death and destruction for it's own sake. This is big. I wish dad was here." Dean said scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, me too." Sam replied and before you could say anything Dean's phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Hello?" "Hi Jerry. Wha....Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?.....where'd this happened?.... I'll try to ignore the irony in that... nothing Jerry, hang in there, alright? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean said before hanging up.

"Another crash?" You asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where?" Asked Sam.

"Nazareth."

When you guys pulled into Nazareth you saw black smoke coming out from the wreckage. Jerry was already there, collecting any evidence he could take from the plane crash. You guys followed him back to his office and he put a slide under the microscope before examining it. "more sulfur?" Dean asked, Jerry nodded. "Well, that's great. Alright, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."

"With all due respect to Chuck if that's the case, that would be the good news." Said Sam.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into the flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"40 minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked and you opened you mouth to answer him but Dean beat you to it and you have to say you were pretty impressed.

"It's biblical numerology. You know, Noah's ark, it rained for 40 days. The number means death." Dean explained to the completely clueless man standing on his right.

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly 40 minutes in" Sam said, you couldn't help but ask if there were any survivors and he said no.

"Not until now, at least not until flight 2485, for some reason." He said.

"On the cockpit voice recorder remember what the EVP said? No survivors, but there were seven survivors, so this demon or whatever, it's going after the survivors." You explained looking between all three men in the room.

"It's trying to finish the job." Said Dean , nodding his head.

You were sitting in the Impala using your skills to make phone calls to the survivors to find out if they had plans to fly again.

"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey and if you do plan to fly please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." You said in a extra sweet, high pitched, accented voice. The boys in the front seat cracked up as soon as you hung up the phone.

"You didn't really have to do the accent, you know?" Said Sam.

"Yeah I know but where's the fun in that. Ah well that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." You said and crossed off the names on the list.

"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Said Dean as he drove toward the airport.

"Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00 pm. It's her first night back in the job." Sam said.

"Ah that sounds like just our luck." Dean commented sarcastically.

"Dean, this is a five hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.

"Why don't you call Amanda again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam complained.

"Oh we'll make it." You mumbled before jumping over the seat and sliding down on the front seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean almost yelled.

"Dean, why don't you let me drive for a while." You asked sweetly.

"Yeah that's not gonna happen."

"Dean, trust me, I can take us there, an hour top." You said making his eyes widen.

"No way in hell you're doing that to my baby." He almost yelled again.

"Dean, it's time you trust me with your baby, if there's anything I can do better than killing monster and seducing men, this is it." You said.

"Dean give her the wheel." Sam backed you up and you smiled at him.

"Fine but I'm not sitting in the back." He huffed pulling the car to a side and getting out and Sam got to the back. As soon as you touched the steering wheel your insides melted. "God I miss my cherry." You whispered remembering your car as both the boys took their seats and fastened their seat belts.

"Ok, boys, sit tight, we are going for a joyride." You said with a grin and pushed the gas pedal reaching the top speed.

Like you promised, you got there in an hour, well 12 minutes more than an hour and you still had half an hour left. When the boys got out of the car, they looked like they were about to throw up.

"You are never driving ever again." Dean said and snatched away the car keys.

"Alex, we don't have extra lives on us, you know that right?" Sam commented.

All of you rushed inside looking for the departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes." Sam said.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean says looking around with a nervous look ok he face. You found a courtesy telephone and Dean picked it up immediately. "Hi, gate 13...I'm trying to contact an Amanda walker. She's a flight attendant on the flight, um... Flight 424." He said.

You and Sam leaned into Dean to hear what was going on the other side. "This is Amanda Walker." Came a girl's voice from the other side.

"Ms. Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James. Headfield from St. Francis memorial hospital. We have a Karen walker here." He lied through his teeth. "Nothing serious just a minor car accident but she was injured, so.."

"Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her."

"You what?" Dean asked and you backed away rolling your eyes. "Oh, well...there must be some mistake."

"Guilty as charged." He said after a few seconds letting out a fake chuckle. "He's really sorry." He said making you frown. "Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so... Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess. Really, it's pathetic......oh yeah. No. No, wait Amanda, Amanda!" Dean yelled and then slammed the phone down.

"Damn it, so close." Dean said pacing around.

"Alright, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." You said not realizing that you never even had a plan b.

"Now, just hold on a second." Dean protested.

"Dean, she's right, that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam explained to his brother.

"I know."

"Well, okay. Then we're getting on the plane, we need to find the demon and exorcise it. Now, we'll get the tickets you get whatever you can out of the car, whatever that'll make it through the security, meet us back here in five minutes." Sam said but Dean didn't move an inch. He looked terrified.

"Are you okay?" You asked and he shrugged. "No. Not really." He squeaked out.

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh.."

"Flying?" You completed his sentence.

"It's never really been an issue untill now." His voice was smaller than ever.

"You're joking right?" Sam exclaimed.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"Alright uh, she and I'll go." Sam said and you nodded along.

"What?"

"We'll do this one on our own." You said

"What are you, nuts? The plane is gonna crash. You said it yourself."

"Dean look, either you can come with us or we can do this on our own. I'm not seeing a third option here."

"Come on really?......man."

"You know what? Why don't you get the tickets, I'll stay with Dean." He nodded and went away and you turned toward the older Winchester. "You stay right here. I'll go grab the things." You commanded and took the keys from him before going back to the Impala. You gathered the things in a small duffle bag and went back inside to see Dean standing right where you left him, completely pale and slightly shaking.

You walked up to him, his eyes never left yours. "Dean, I need you to focus, buddy. Everything's gonna be alright, ok." You said grabbing both of his hands and he gave you a little nod.

"Now breath with me, slowly, breath in....breath out." You instructed and he tried his best to follow you and breath with you. "very good, now do it again. Breath in.....breath out."

'this is gonna be a hell of a flight...... Literally.'

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kibfpatiyxparagpsiqa · 5 years

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right. added that, and it’s literally just completely done now.

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Danny has to admit, it's fun to hang around as Phantom. Even if it gives people opportunity to shoot at him, walking places just doesn't have the same feel as flying. And it doesn't get everyone to shoot at him. A lot of citizens, young ones especially, just think he's pretty cool. When he isn't invisible, they're the ones most likely to try to talk to him. And unlike, say, the ones who yell, Danny's willing to have a conversation. "Yo, Danny Phantom!" And Danny's over there in seconds, his legs quickly reforming as he stands before them. "Hey."

The person who'd called seems suddenly less willing to talk. Danny's used to people being afraid by now, though it's still weird, but even weirder is the times like now when they aren't afraid but starstruck. Someone else wearing a bandanna around their neck picks up. "Hi. Our friend's in the hospital right now." "Sorry." "Nah, you take more hits than all of us combined. But like, she drew you this thing, to thank you, but she didn't think you'd see it. However, Luke here was gonna show you. Luke, phone." Luke, still tongue-tied, unlocks and hands over his phone. The kid scrolls through the photos on the phone. Recently, the people in town are trying to really show their appreciation for Danny. He thinks it might be because of some recent visitors, one of which Danny found out was a ghost, nonhostile guy who still travelled with is friends. The whole group talked about what it's like for ghosts, how recognition and generosity matter. Danny still has their phone number. The kid finds what they're looking for. Danny holds the phone carefully as he looks at the picture. They're admonishing Luke for his terrible folder structures. It's a really sick picture. If Danny were at all willing to risk his cell number getting out, he'd ask them to text it to him. He really likes the particular pose and lighting, and they got his face exactly right, just like a mirror. Well, mirrors half of the time. But the shapes are the same! He grins at Luke while he hands the phone back. "Dude, that's so sweet! Do you like, think she'd let me see the actual physical one?" Luke has found his voice! "Yeah! Terry would actually love that. It's in her art folder, we brought it to the hospital room... not sure when or if you can visit." "Dude, just tell me when. Flag me down sometime, just, yeah. I'll bring my phone, get my own picture." "Awesome." The two other kids with them, at this point, are still messing around, but noticeably less than they were before he came over. When one notices he might leave, they walk over, and the last friend follows. "Uh, Phantom?" "Yeah?" "Can I get a picture of your logo?" "Sure. Why?" The kid swipes open their phone and he stands on the ground in front of them while they snap a photo. "D, P, oh. Never seen it this close before. Right, I'm making a collage of superheroes, and I thought, wait. I should add a real superhero who lives here! Any preference on who you're next to?" "Depends. Marvel or DC?" "More obscure heroes from both." Danny thinks about it. It's been a while since he's thought about this much. Real superheroics have kind of monopolized his focus for a while now. "Hmm. You got Captain Marvel on there?" "Yeah I do! I mean, she shouldn't be obscure. That's kind of the theme here. Too underrated." Danny nods. "These poor unfortunate souls. But yeah, I love the space origins." "Ha, what planet are you from?" "Not a planet... Aliens are cool, but there's a portal to an actual other dimension in your hometown, which is equally cool and also real." The kid can't refute that. His friend, bored, tries to throw an orange slice at him. He misses, but Danny catches it in his mouth. The formerly-bored friend turns out to be a vicious meanie. "You just can't dodge anything, can you. Are you always trying to eat what your enemies throw at you?" Danny is hurt, truly. He puts his hand over his heart and makes his best wide-eyed expression of sorrow. "Gasp. After all I do for you specifically, eating all those explosive blasts before you can, this is the thanks I get. Throw an orange at yourself, why don't you. Maybe you should practice dodging." The kid throws a whole orange this time, which Danny catches in his hand before peeling. "Oh, delicious inciendiary pain." He debates trying to hit himself in the chest and just grow another mouth there, before realizing that's horrifying. He just eats more orange slices. "So like. Ghosts can eat?" The kid with the bandanna seems curious. Danny shrugs. "I don't know. Ghosts can at least taste." He really doesn't know. Danny isn't quite a ghost. "Do you like to?" "Don't get the chance much. But sure, rather taste sweeter stuff than active plasma." He shoots a look at the orange kid, who has an orange in each hand now. Is that why their pockets are so full? They throw the oranges fast enough he reflexively goes intangible. He hears them hit the road behind him, then salutes the other kids and takes his leave. -----(can anybody tell me how to add lines proper?) It's gotten out really quickly that ghosts can eat. Not a lot of incidents involving that have happened, so Danny blames the sudden awareness everybody has of that on the internet. And a couple people are spreading the word that offerings to spirits are appreciated greatly, Danny's pretty sure those people also follow the web log of those paranormal investigators with the ghost. People have started asking if he'd like to share food they have on hand. Danny feels awkward, because he does already eat food at his own house, because he is alive. But then, the people might do that anyways if they knew that? They're trying to show their appreciation. And it's not like he couldn't just avoid their offers if he wanted, easily! Nobody's exactly chasing him down for this, just asking, when they have opportunities. He really does appreciate it too. Most everything tastes better when it's from someone whose life you've saved, or their wellbeing or family member or just their car. So Danny does usually accept whenever people offer to buy him things, or share what they have. Sure, he eats at home, but then sometimes he's pulled away before he can eat breakfast, or dinner, or anything. When people approach him at those times, he really doesn't even want to argue. So he doesn't.

Some of his older fans make similar offerings, but from meals they made through their own efforts. Those ones are also sweet. He's heard of the taste of victory, but the taste of gratitude is great. Danny likes knowing that people appreciate what he does, however they show it, and this is more convenient than all the cards he has in a locked box in his mattress, along with the other gifts, which he finds harder and harder to hide. He vastly appreciates the art, but his parents wouldn't really get this interest as anything other than suspicious. So the food is a welcome gift, even if returning containers to the right people can be difficult. He likes the sweets, but he actually likes salty things better, and after someone asks him about preferences a lot of people get interested. It's not a large percentage of the population, more those who especially like him and who are interested in cooking and baking, but a lot more people are starting conversations with him as Phantom than ever did before. He feels more appreciated. Some people yell at him because they dislike him, but gifts like these feel more tangible, like they outweigh that, even if people already cheered for him. And again, really convenient if he misses his planned meals. Danny's a fan. ------- Rhys is popping gum across the table while Jill continues talking about the annoyance of spices. Blah blah why does everyone use like no spices blah. Benjamin's late again, but as he dashes in and skids into the booth, the mess that is his clothes says it was probably under extenuating circumstances. "Did you forget your backpack?" Rhys swirls their drink with their straw. "Oh, oh crud it's probably still under there." He puts his head in his hands, and Jill pats his head in sympathy for whatever happened. "It must not have phased with me..." Jill shifts her legs like the restless shark she is. "Phased? There was an attack?" "Seems reasonable. Sure, it wasn't on the news, but at this point that's no surprise. There's barely a consensus on how many there are in a week, but too many to fit with regular news." Rhys sticks their gum to an empty wrapper. "But yeah. Why were you getting phased through anything, Benj?" "Um. Phantom. He saved me, I was caught in a collapse, a building was just. Fell." "Shit Benj, are you okay?" Jill's holding onto Benjamin now, like to keep him safe. "You didn't have to come here, do you need medical attention?" Benjamin shakes his head. "It wasn't dangerous! Just, dusty, and I couldn't get out. I'm glad Phantom heard me, though, my mobile wasn't working." "You sure you're okay Benny?" "Yeah. I think my clothes have it worse than I do. And my poor backpack." "F." Rhys leans against the wall, stretching their feet across the booth's bench. "This probably doesn't do you much of a favor in the long run, though. I mean, you thought that crush was bad before? Phantom just carried you out of a building. Tell me, Benj, did he take you by the hand, was it bridal-style?" "Hey Rhys? Shut up in those blue jeans." "Shut up in those blue jorts." Jill cracks a grin. "Shut up 'cause it's blue Jill." They do a mock-bow toward Jill, before Benjamin keeps talking. "All jokes aside, I really wanna thank him somehow. Uh, Phantom. Do you guys have any ideas? Because I don't think my skills in the area of writing are gonna be much help." "Au contraire Benj, I'm sure it'll be excellent help impressing your new boyfriend." "Shut up, I mean it." Jill looks at Rhys, and Rhys shuts up. "Uh, a bunch of people are like giving him food... Do you think he'd appreciate that? I could help, I kind of want to, you're my friend and I'm glad he saved you." She goes very quiet, like she already thinks it was stupid to even suggest. Rhys shrugs, but is smiling. "Sure, if you think he'll have your taste in extra-spicy." "Okay, I am NOT saying that everything needs to fucking BURN, but SOME PEOPLE are WEAK, and spices are meant to be USED and not in INFINITESIMALS," "Come on Rhys he's a ghost, we could probably put tylotoxin in it and he'd thank us. He'd thank us anyway, because Jill is fantastic at this and her idea was excellent." "Oh, cool. Thanks." Rhys shoots up, their face lighting up. "Oh my god, dudes, we should so totally actually do that though." "UH, it was just an example," "I'm not sure where we would get tylo," Rhys hits their hands on the table. "No, guys. He loves jokes, he loves MORBID jokes, he IS a ghost and he'd totally survive it! And again, he'd think it was so funny. All Benji's idea, of course. I'm so proud of you I could die." "Are you sure it won't do anything?" "I mean, he gets tossed around all the time and heals up quick. And this is *poison*, the type that works on *humans*. And if you're so unsure we can add a non-fatal amount, just in case he wants a kiss after." Benjamin nods slowly. Jill is already on board. "Alright but really, where are we going to get tylotoxin?"

---------- Danny had been liking the recent trend of tangible appreciation, but. Damn it all. He didn't have much right to feel betrayed, since he'd let his guard down. Nobody could have done this before anyway. He'd practically enabled them. He was still feeling pretty freaking angry at whoever had poisoned him. He doesn't know exactly who that was, though, since he's not sure when exactly they did it. -- The night he noticed it, he was just going home in the evening. It had a good chance to be one of those nights with no attacks to present issues, especially given that it was summer. He was walking instead of flying home, mainly out of preference, but started feeling tired enough to change his mind. After getting home and landing in his room, he was all prepared to wait another hour or so for ghostly latecomers, and yet so very, very ready to go to sleep. As soon as he turned human, though, he abruptly doubled over. It was a very abrupt, intense pain, and although he managed to get up when the shock wore off, it showed no signs of lessening. He pushed his shoes off and lied on his bed, grabbing for his phone. He couldn't tell where it was coming from. As he dialed for Tucker, he tried to think about the most recent attack, or the one before that. He didn't remember any wounds. Could it have been poison? "Danny, what's up." "Tucker, hey, uh." Tucker was already sighing over the phone. "You have a problem then?" "Don't know what would give you that idea..." "You always do this, man." His tone made it sound like Danny should know what exactly "this" was. "Besides, I'd hope you aren't calling about anything that could wait at this hour." "Okay fine. ...This hurts, like, a lot." Danny felt very tired, now, and his attempts to sit up weren't doing so hot. "Shit, man. What happened?" "I don't know. I think it's poison, some kind. Started hurting when I got home... When I was human." "What? That's not... Hmmm." Tucker sets his phone down. Probably checking something-or-other. Danny was feeling worse by the second. It hurt a lot, and it hit him that he might want to leave his house. He didn't think he could make it through an interaction with anyone here. Of course, he also felt like he didn't have the energy to get up and leave. Man, at least he wasn't throwing up. But now his head was hurting, and he curled up trying not to make a sound. He noticed he was clutching his phone now, hard, and lightened up before it could crack. Did Tucker say something? Shit, could poison do that? Concussions did that, was it a headache thing? "Uhhhh I wanna go. Your place? Sam's place, going there cool." Danny flipped his phone shut in and instant and slipped into a ghostly form before he even checked the door. Remembering that one second later, he zipped his head around to find it was fortunately shut, with no sign that anyone else at home had seen him. His thoughts already felt clearer, and the pain felt much more muted. Now, being Phantom dulled most of the pain, though there was still an ache in his stomach. Did that mean it was poison he ingested? Who'd have done that? He's still not sure. After flying to Sam's place, he discovered that she was on a video call with Tucker. He's really glad he can count on them. "Sam. Tucker. Sorry Tucker, actually. I don't think I was thinking clearly." He sat on the bed, which appeared to be different than the last he saw. Change of scenery, he guessed. "It doesn't hurt so much now, and I can think. It's mostly hurting my stomach now, actually. Did I eat poison?" Sam got him to lie down on her bed, which felt pretty weird considering he was still wearing boots. But he sat up to look at Tucker on the screen, who was talking about what they knew. "Most of your enemies don't use poison. And yeah, Skulker shows up a lot, but he's an outlier, and it's been a while since he was here anyway." "Yeah, 'cause we /totaled/ his suit last time." Danny grinned, and for a brief second so did Tucker. Then he got back to it. "Most poisons wouldn't take that long to affect someone, without /some/ sign. Nothing?" Sam nodded as Tucker spoke, probably out of further poison knowledge. Danny didn't think so. Skulker was about a week or two ago, by now? "No. I mean, I felt tired before flying home, but that was still only today." Sam jumped on his words. "Like, abnormally tired? Is this another symptom?" "It could be. I think it also stopped when I went ghost, too, so there's another point." They listened to Tucker adding that detail to his notes, before Sam looked out the window, furrowing her brow. "The thing is, it's obviously a human poison, if that's true. Which could still be a ghostly enemy, but if you can get out of it so easily then what's the point? Especially since other stuff, like sickness, leaves quicker, when your temperature doesn't already repel them." Danny frowned. "Did someone try to poison me? Human me? Why would someone do that?" "I don't know! Who'd hate you enough for that, most people just don't really care! The only person who comes to mind is Vlad, which seems unlikely." "Yeah, pretty sure he still needs me alive for some reason or another." Even with the cloning efforts, Danny 1.0 wasn't obsolete yet. Sam walked to the other side of the room, to a table. It was a very small table, but as Sam lifted the edge of the long tablecloth, she grabbed a large bag from beneath. She returned with this in hand, her first-aid kit showing from within. "We're hoping it will help if we can tell what kind of poison it is. Might at least give us an idea of where to look." Danny grimaced, but nodded. "Yeah okay, alright, should probably switch back for that? Yeah." Before his friends could protest, he flipped forms to his human self. Danny immediately was forced to lie completely down, without the energy to continue sitting. "Urrrrrr." The pain hit once more at the same time. Was it worse than before? He closed his eyes tightly. "Danny! Damn it. Okay, his breathing is really fast." As she turned toward him, her voice sounded louder. He tried to focus on what she said. "We'll try to get through this quickly, but just turn back if you need to, alright?" He didn't respond. "Alright, temperature. Tucker, you're recording all this, yeah?" After Tucker presumably confirmed, Danny felt something press across his forehead. "Oh, man. Feels way too warm. I'm not liking this..." Tucker's voice from behind Sam said something Danny couldn't make out. It was probably bad. "Okay," Sam said, and Danny couldn't hear the rest. Then something poked his arm, right on the wrist. He opened his eyes, to find he was in Sam's room. She was holding his hand, and he wanted to ask about that, but he couldn't seem to. She seemed to be getting upset about something. He closed his eyes again. It felt like only a second before he managed to open them again. He tilted his head to the side to see what was up, but there was a curtain in the way. Apparently Sam's new bed had curtains on it. He moved to shift them out of the way, and found Sam sitting at her computer, frowning. "Hey, I think the poison went away. It doesn't hurt anymore." She turned around in her chair with wide eyes, before remembering he was weird and partially relaxing. "Are you sure, Danny? That was fast." "I'm thinking pretty clearly, so yeah. Not sure I remember all of that, but yeah." Sam seemed skeptical. "How did you just get the poison out of your body?" Danny shrugged. "Ghost stuff? I dunno, I'm willing to blame it on my good old fighting /spirit/." He smiled at her, but she didn't seem convinced. "Let me try something." Sam got up and walked to stand by where he was lying. "I'm not so sure it's over, but this should test whether it's done." Before Danny could say a word, she'd grabbed his arm and given it a scratch with her nails. "Hey!" he had to shout, touching where she'd clawed. Looking at it, it wasn't bleeding, but some skin was torn. Then Danny realized it didn't hurt. Sam looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? Probably not quite over, then. Besides, you were only out for a few minutes after your heart stopped, and I doubt all of the poison left your system in that time." "Guess it hasn't given up the ghost, then. But I won't either. I must be thinking with my core right now, which explains why I'm not feeling it. I hope it gets out soon, or else it's going to suck when my brain comes back online. Or worse, my nerves." It did get worse. Even despite the fact he didn't feel the tiredness as a ghost, he couldn't manage to get anything done, since at any point another function, with its associated pain sensors, could come back. He had to stay at Sam's the whole week, and as his human form started working with the rest again, even getting to a different room of the house was an effort. Worse still was when his brain activity did return, and he wished it didn't, because this time it didn't stop his heart. He just had to stay that way, in extreme pain, waiting for it to be over and getting annoyed by how hard it was to focus on anything. By the end of it, he was outright wishing for another illness or poison he could just vomit out. ------- He still doesn't know who did it. Not exactly. But he's figured it out. It must have been someone who gave him food. It must have been someone who doesn't know human poison doesn't work on ghosts, because anyone who knows he's a halfa is unlikely to be involved. And now he's just cursing himself for trusting anybody like that. The worst week of his life, that must have been. After all, the second worst week featured a /fast/ and painful death. ------- Luke's been trying to get Phantom's attention again for ages now, with Terry out of the hospital. After disappearing, the hero has been more reclusive, less willing to talk to people. He hasn't been accepting gifts, anymore, but he'd said he'd like to see Terry's work! His friends eventually convince him to give it up. Phantom doesn't want to talk, right now. ------- What happened to Phantom? He's shown a definite change in behaviour, talking less to civilians. He's declined all offerings since his disappearance. The first time he was seen in a week, he moved differently, almost as if he hadn't moved in a while. Hypothesis: He's been trapped within some place in the Ghost Zone, immobile, and interdimensional time dilation made it a longer stay than we've experienced. He's having trouble acclimating back to Amity. ------- They haven't talked about what they did. Not while Phantom stayed out of commission, the whole week. And not for another week, as the fallout of whatever happened became clear. As it became clear the blame was on them. But Benjamin's guilty conscience wouldn't let him keep silent forever, even if he was afraid to say it very loud. "I wish I hadn't gone to that stupid first-person workshop. Wish we hadn't gotten attacked, and I wish he never freaking pulled me out." He glares into his cup. "Benny, it's not your fault." Jill says, probably about to say something 'helpful'. But Benjamin starts first, and it might not /help/ but it feels just a bit better to blame someone else. "Of course not, I'm not the one who thought it was a /good/ idea to poison a hero." Rhys, previously silent, meets every challenge at equal measure. "Oh, yeah, because it was so stupid. I was totally right, if any one of us /bothered/ to check whether poison affects stupid ghosts. Or said something! You could have /told/ your little boyfriend the secret ingredient wasn't exactly love. Bet he'd know if this could be excused under 'love & war'." "Like you know one thing about love, you black widow. Do /you/ poison everyone you date? It wasn't my /idea/ to make him sick, I was grateful!" "So was I Benj! I'm so glad you're here with me it hurts, and I just thought surely, someone as dead as I am inside would appreciate a joke, but the joke fell flat. It fucked him up. I fucked up, yeah!" And everything's quiet a minute. Benjamin drinks his odd choice in summer beverage, and finds that it's cooled down some. Jill speaks up, quietly. "I poisoned somebody." Sitting sideways in the booth, she curls in on herself, upset. "Jill, no, it wasn't your idea, it was mine. Rhys lifts their sunglasses off. "I'm the one who actually seriously meant that." "I cook and I poisoned somebody. What am I gonna do?" Benjamin tries to offer her a back pat, but her legs are in the way. He pats her knees instead. "You didn't know it would poison him. You had every reason to think it would be fine." "Isn't there a rule or something that says you're not allowed to cook anymore if you poison somebody?" "That's a negligence thing though. Or incompetence. Definitely doesn't count if we gave you wrong information." Jill sips her drink through the straw, ignoring the whipped cream on top. A bad sign. "I never want to do that again." "What- Jill, you love to cook! You passionately rant about spices and-" "I mean the poisoning." "Oh, yeah, totally. Don't do that." -------- Danny Fenton doesn't know every person in this city, but he feels like he's at least seen most of them. Even if he's never talked to them, he's probably indirectly saved their life at some point. The ones he's least directly saved tend to hate him the most. Yet sometimes, even people he doesn't recognize will show him kindness. Danny likes feeling appreciated, more than even as much shouting as his detractors do can take from him. He'll talk to people again, and not just to save them. He'll trust people again, even if it's hard right now. And maybe, years later, he'll be able to hear the true story and laugh. But for now, Danny needs to think.

#danny phantom #my writing #yo danny fenton he was barely any years old by the time he'd died thrice #it was fucked #go ahead and criticize but i doubt it will help

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The friend who wrote this with me: @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lucifer/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: mechanic!AU, Mechanic!Lucifer, Age Difference, Lucifer is 30 Dean is 18, Underage drinking in the US, shots, Virgin!Dean, Dirty Talk, First Time, bottom!Dean, top!Lucifer, Birthday Sex Series: Part 1 of Mechanics of Love Summary: Lucifer Alighieri is a mechanic drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Dean Winchester is a newly minted 18 year old who is bold enough to approach them.

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Dean tapped his foot along to the beat of the music echoing off the walls of the club. It was his friends’ idea to take him to this place for his 18th birthday but it didn’t come close to playing the music he preferred. There was too much bass and not enough solo guitars. He didn’t even have the luxury in having a beer to drown out the DJ’s house mix. Instead, he contented himself with watching the crowd flow around them.

Lucifer entered the club after a long day of work, tired but not wanting to go back to an empty apartment, yet again. Besides, Michael was tending bar tonight. He wanted to see his older brother.

“Mikey!” He called for him as he climbed onto his usual stool. “Can you get me a G&T, please?”

Michael chuckled as he brought up the glass and alcohol needed. “Still taking yours without lime or lemon, little bro?” he asked.

Lucifer chuckled. “I know how long they’ve been sitting here. I’ll pass.”

Michael shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He began mixing the drink. “Long day?”

“You have no idea. I wish I didn’t offend people just by the way I look.” Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair and looked out at the club. “How come there’s so much jailbait in here tonight?”

Michael shrugged again, slipping a straw into his brother’s drink and handing it to him. “No clue, little bro. Like you’d want a piece of tail from here.”

Lucifer smiled forlornly at his glass. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He took a sip of his glass. “Can I get two shots of whiskey as well? Top shelf, please.”

Michael raised a brow. “Looking to get drunk?” he asked.

“Beats going home to an empty apartment,” Lucifer shrugged.

“Your funeral.” Michael lined up two shots of Lucifer’s favorite whiskey.

Lucifer threw back a shot and flipped the glass over.

“You’ll find someone, little bro,” Michael said before moving on to serve other patrons.

Lucifer shrugged again, this time to himself before throwing back his second shot. “Mikey? Can ya do anything about the music selection?” he asked.

“No, I can’t get them to play anything older than the 90’s,” Michael rolled his eyes. “Stop complaining.”

Lucifer flipped Michael off before returning to his G&T and down feeling.

“I’ve been 30 for a month,” he grumbled to himself, “and it feels like I’ve been 30 for two years. Alone and with a somewhat failing business because I have shitty social skills.”

Dean had been about to call it quits and take off in his car to drink the six pack in his trunk out in a field somewhere. Anything to get away from the noise. That was until his friend, Bear, who had been the most accepting of his peers ever since Dean’s coming out, nudged him as he sat back down and nodded toward the bar. “What about him? He’s good lookin’ and you were saying earlier today that you wanted to get some action.”

Following his gaze, Dean squinted at the back of Lucifer’s head and shrugged, “Dude, how can you even tell? You can’t judge by asses alone.”

“‘Cause I’ve seen his face when I went to see if I could find a bartender who wouldn’t card, idiot,” Bear rolled his eyes. “Strong jaw and blue eyes- your type to a T.”

“I don’t have a type,” Dean said, “I have preferences.” What Dean really wanted to say is that he didn’t have a type because he’d never been with more than one guy and it hadn’t gotten any further than a hurried handjob under the bleachers after a football game.

“Preferences, type, whatever,” Bear waved his hand. “ And he’s old enough to buy alcohol. I saw he had two empty shots and he’s also nursing one of those clear drinks. If I recall, your ‘preferences’ tend to lean towards older men.”

Dean picked up his glass of cola and took a large drink. Finishing off the last of it, he sat the glass down, “So what do you want me to do about it? Suck him off in the bathroom for a beer?”

“Dude, it’s your 18th birthday,” Bear laughed, tagging a long sip of his own soda. “Do whatever you want with him. Just make sure you use protection is all. And, uh, let me know if I need to find a ride.”

Thinking it over, Dean shifted in his seat with discomfort at the interest Bear was showing in his love life. It wasn’t about his preferences, it was about his experience. For all Bear knew he was far more knowledgeable than he really was, all thanks to the internet and porn. Maybe it was time to jump off that bridge, so to speak. He was 18 and guys his age were supposed to have lost their virginity by now and he was already halfway there after summer camp two years ago and Becky Harding.

Dean took a deep breath and stood up from the table, “You better hope he looks like Prince Charming and not the toad, Bear. Or you’ll wish you’d stayed home.”

“He’s good looking. Just go on over there and talk to him,” Bear said, waving his hand.

Straightening his jacket, Dean sauntered over to the bar and tried to lean nonchalantly in the space beside Lucifer in an attempt to check him out. He was good looking from the profile, but so was the Phantom of the Opera. Dean shouted over the music to try and get Michael’s attention and hopefully Lucifer’s.

Lucifer turned to look at the young man who was trying to get Michael’s attention and gave a shrug. He’ll help him out. “Yo, Mikey!” he yelled. “You got someone over here,” he said, jerking his head towards him.

Michael came over and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, can I help you?” He asked the younger man sitting next to Lucifer. He also looked at his brother. “Need a refill on those shots, Luce?” he asked.

“Sure,” Lucifer said. “I could use them.”

Michael nodded and waited for the kid to respond while he refilled his brother’s shots and doubled up. When Lucifer asked for shots, he knew he’d better deliver. It meant Lucifer needed something to help ground him, and sometimes, that was shots in this club.

Getting a good look at the man next to him, Dean was impressed. Bear actually had good taste in men. This guy wasn’t stunning like a supermodel but he was definitely striking. Deciding on trying his luck, he made sure to keep his stamped hand in his pocket and nodded toward Lucifer’s glass, “I’ll have what he’s having and his drink is on me.”

Michael nodded. He knew he should check this man’s hand, but hey, if he was paying for Lucifer’s drinks, then that was better. “One gin and tonic, coming right up. Do you want lemon, lime, or both?”

“Choose none,” Lucifer murmured under his breath. “Mikey cut those up around, what, noon? Full of bacteria. Quickest way to food poisoning. Stick to the basics, kiddo.”

“Lemons are too acidic for bacteria growth within a few hours. But unless it’s lemonade I stay away from them.” Dean said with a smirk, proud of himself for paying attention in biology class, “Straight up. No fruit.”

Michael and Lucifer nodded. Michael mixed the drink and gave it to Dean before finishing off Lucifer’s four shots and groaning at the commotion. “I’ll be back,” he said. “Try not to drown in whiskey, Luce.”

“Bite me, Michael,” Lucifer grunted, rolling his eyes.

Michael left the counter, leaving Lucifer and Dean alone.

Lucifer started downing his shots, tipping the glasses over as he finished each shot. The smooth burn of the whiskey kept him in the here and now and not spiraling too far down his toxic mindset. The shots were done in a matter of seconds, and he gave a sigh of satisfaction.

Dean watched every shot go down Lucifer’s throat and the bob of his Adam’s apple while wondering if it’s how this throat must look swallowing everything. “It’s good to know you can take things down your throat so well,” Dean said and immediately cringed on the inside. He could not believe he just opened up with a line from a porno, but that didn’t keep him from smiling like he’d said the most clever thing on the planet.

Lucifer chuckled and gave the kid a side eyed look that screamed ‘smirking’. He knew how to play this game. “That’s ‘cause I’ve taken a lot more things down my throat. You know what they say, kid. Practice makes perfect.” He winked.

In for a penny and out for a pound, Dean’s uncle always said. If he was going to make an ass of himself, he might as well see if it would actually work. Leaning in close so he wouldn’t be totally overheard, Dean said low in Lucifer’s ear, “I got something a lot more satisfying to practice on than a shot glass.”

Lucifer gave a soft laugh and turned to face Dean, eyeing him up and down. He liked what he saw. “You legal?” he asked.

“Officially today,” Dean proudly said with a smirk.

Lucifer raised a brow and gave a laugh. “You’re 18? Dude, no wonder Mikey didn’t card ya. You look a bit older than that. Good thing you’re legal though, ‘cause I don’t fuck jailbait.” He cracked his neck and looked at Michael. “Domestic done?” he asked

“For now.” Michael said, dabbing his forehead with a cloth.

“Well, here,” Lucifer said, digging into his pocket. “Get a blowjob shot for the kiddo. It’s a big day for him today.”

“Birthday?” Michael asked, nodding at Dean. “Happy Birthday.” He looked at Lucifer. “You, behave.”

“Hey, if you can’t be good. Then at least be good at it,” Dean sat on the stool and winked at Michael, being the little flirt he always tended to be with waitresses in the diners. Something that usually paid off with free pie.

Michael fixed the blowjob shot and handed it to Lucifer. “I gotta tell him to behave, he’s my kid brother.”

“Gabe’s the kid brother, not me, Mikey,” Lucifer rolled his eyes, taking the shot and setting it between his legs before looking at Dean.

“You’re still younger than me.” Michael looked down the length of the bar and hurried to go refill someone’s drink.

Dean’s eyes dropped down to the shot glass and then gave Lucifer a confused look, “And how in hell are you supposed to drink that way down there?”

Lucifer chuckled. “Never heard of a blow job shot before? It’s simple, kid. You lean down and pick up the glass with your mouth, and tilt it back.” Smirking, he took the shot from between his legs and leaned over the bar to grab a bottle of liquor. “Ah! Jaeger!” He reused a shot glass from his whiskey binge and filled it up. “Here, I’ll demonstrate. Spread your legs and put this between them.”

He couldn’t help but blush slightly when the shot glass was held out to him. All through Lucifer’s explanation he’d felt his cock swelling just enough to be a little uncomfortable in the jeans he was wearing. Not wanting to chicken out and let this guy know how much of a ‘kid’ he really was, Dean took the shot and put it between his knees. Not nearly as high up as Lucifer had put his glass.

Lucifer deftly nudged Dean’s legs apart slightly and moved the glass up so it was in the middle of his thighs and smirked. “Relax, I’m a professional,” he said with a wink. Ducking his head down, he wrapped his lips around the glass and lifted his head up and back, swallowing the licorice tasting liquid down easily. His fingers curled almost naturally around Dean’s thighs.

Dean had to bite back the near groan he wanted to let out when he felt Lucifer’s warm palms on his legs. Having to watch the handsome man bend down into his lap did nothing for calming his overactive libido either. His cock becoming instantly hard beneath his denim. “L-looks easy enough.”

“It is,” Lucifer said, taking careful care to put the blowjob shot between his own legs, almost nestled against his own crotch. His own length was filling out, but Lucifer was good. He knew how to control himself. He picked up some of the somewhat melting whipped cream up with his finger and popped it into his mouth, eyes staring into Dean’s.

Licking his bottom lip, Dean placed his hands on Lucifer’s knees and slowly bent down until he was face to ‘face’ with Lucifer’s crotch. Wrapping his mouth around the glass was a little harder than he thought it would be, but after a little adjustment or two, he finally got hold of it and sat up. The liqueur and cream pouring into his mouth and making him gag as he swallowed. Blinking away the watering of his eyes, he withdrew the glass and sat it on the bar.

Lucifer smirked. “Not bad, kid,” he complimented. “A little messy, but that’s to be expected.” he smiled innocently at Michael, who gave him a disapproving look at the bottle of Jaeger out on the bar. “You can take it back, Mikey, I don’t need it any longer.”

“Good,” Michael said.

Dean looked between the two brothers and he wasn’t sure if it was the nerves from doing something like that in public or the alcohol, but he suddenly felt like he had a stone in his stomach. “L-listen man, You’re really cute but I gotta… I gotta…,” Dean stammered as he stumbled out of his seat and threw a couple of twenties on the bar, the blush rising high on his cheeks. “I’m sorry if I was a tease. I didn’t mean to.” He turned to head back to his table to collect his friend and get the hell out of there before he made a bigger fool of himself.

“Whoa, easy there, slugger,” Lucifer said, resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder and keeping him there. “Mikey, break out the water. Actual water.”

“Sure thing,” Michael said, going to the fridge.

“Take a deep breath and calm down,” Lucifer soothed, rubbing Dean’s back gently. “If anyone was the tease, it was me, and if you’re still here talking to me, somewhat, then hey, I must be doing something right. I tend to offend people just by opening my mouth.”

“Goes with that namesake of yours,” Michael said, handing Lucifer a bottle of spring water.

“Shut up and go handle the impending domestic on the dance floor,” Lucifer snarked as he opened the bottle of water.

“No man, I just came over here like an asshole and totally just took a shot from your dick without even asking your name.” Dean ran a hand through his hair and looked around for his friend, “I’m gonna go home and join a monastery or jump in the quarry. Whichever I find first.”

Lucifer gave a quiet laugh and shook his head. “What you did took guts, man,” he said, taking a sip of water before handing it to Dean. “The name’s Lucifer, yes, like the devil. Doesn’t help that I’m an old bastard hitting on barely legal ass. So we’re both assholes.”

“I’m Dean,” he said with a shy smile as he looked down at the bottle, “Your name’s cool. I hope no one has ever called you the dumb nicknames for him. Like Mephistopheles or Old Scratch.”

Lucifer snorted. “I’ve heard them all. You get that when your older brother’s name is Michael, and your younger brother’s name is Gabriel.”

“Well I don’t know how old you really are, but you don’t look a day over 25,” Dean took a sip of the water in his hand and smiled, “So Old Scratch shouldn’t apply.”

Lucifer laughed and smiled. “Oh I wish all kids like you were so kind.” He looked at Dean. “I turned 30 on Christmas.”

Dean’s eyes widened in surprise and then he looked Lucifer up and down, “Well you really don’t look it at all.”

“Thank you Dean.” Lucifer finished his gin and tonic with a satisfying smack of his lips. “You sober enough to drive? Lord knows I ain’t.”

“Depends,” Dean said, getting a bit of his bravery back and taking a step toward the older man, “Where am I going?”

“I was thinkin’ my place. It’s not far from here- it’s the only reason besides the fact that Mikey tends bar here that I come here,” Lucifer looked at Dean speculatively, “It’d be nice not to go home lonely for a change and besides, a man needs a proper birthday, which in my book, means a few messy orgasms.”

“Are you sober enough for a few,” Dean asked, coming close enough for his hips to brush against Lucifer’s knees.

Lucifer slid his fingers into Dean’s belt loops as he spread his legs. “Boy,” he murmured, “I was busy learning how to get multiples when you were still wondering how one plus one equals two. I know a thing or two about alcohol and the effect on my body. I’d have to drink a bottle of Jaeger straight in order to be that drunk. Now. Car.”

The way that Lucifer took charge and manhandled him had Dean feeling weak in the knees, which was a first for him. Usually he was the one who took charge and for a brief moment he wondered what that said about him. A little attention from a guy like Lucifer and he was going gooey like a girl and leaning into Lucifer’s touch. “Out front,” Dean breathed out.

“Good,” Lucifer said, standing up and laying a fifty on the counter. Giving a nod to Michael, he wrapped a possessive arm around Dean’s shoulders. “Lead the way.”

Dean started for the door, pulling out his phone to text Bear that he had to find a ride because he was leaving. He and Lucifer wound their way through the parking lot until they were in front of Dean’s classic Impala, her sleek black paint shining in the dim light of the street lamps.

“DUDE!” Lucifer’s face lit up. “You have a late 60’s era Chevy Impala?!” He grinned with boyish delight. “Man, I’d love to have a car like this- well, I do, I’ve been trying to fix her up, but the parts are expensive.” He ran a reverent hand over the Impala’s hood. “She’s beautiful, Dean.”

“She’s my Baby,” Dean said with an equally wide grin, “She doesn’t have factory original guts but she’s been all over the country and back before my Dad gave her to me.” Unlocking the passenger door, Dean circles around to the driver’s side, “She’s the whole reason I learned about fixing cars.”

“Same with my dad- except for the car giving part,” Lucifer said, sliding into the passenger. “About three years ago, I bought a ‘63 Pontiac Firebird. Been working on restoring her, but. . . .” he shrugged, “Business isn’t booming for me right now.”

“Why not?” Dean asked as the engine roared to life when he turned the key, “Do you focus on restorations or take modern fixes in too?”

“Modern fixes. And, well, you know how I said I tend to offend people by opening my mouth?” Lucifer shrugged. “I have the social skills of a wet pool noodle. And, unfortunately, it affects business. If I didn’t have to deal with customers, then I would be fine. And I lost a fairly big job today.”

“That sucks,” Dean said as he pulled out onto the road and started driving, “Where are we going?”

“Turn right at the light, then go up about a fifth of a block, it’ll be number 730, dark blue door,” Lucifer said.

Dean followed the directions but what he hadn’t realized was that the traffic light Lucifer directed him to had a sign that said ‘no right on red’ and had a reputation for being the longest red light in the entire city. As luck would have it they came up on the light just as it was changing colors and leaving the pair stuck on an empty street with nowhere to go.

Lucifer groaned and hung his head. “Fuck. I hate this light. This is why I walk.” He looked over at Dean. “We’re going to be here for about ten minutes.” Sliding over across the leather seats, he leaned in and nipped Dean’s ear playfully.

He let out a small gasp when Lucifer’s teeth touched his earlobe and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, “I-I could turn around and go another way but we might end up in the boon docks with the crappy city engineering.”

“It’s only ten minutes, which I can use creatively,” Lucifer murmured, kissing down the length of Dean’s neck. His hand snaked over to cup Dean between his legs.

“Oh God,” Dean sighed, his head falling back and he threw the car’s transmission into park. Once he didn’t have to worry about the brake, his legs fell open and he thrust up against the tempting touch.

“Mmm, you’re a big one,” Lucifer said appreciatively. “So responsive, too. Do you talk when you’re being touched, Dean? Do you talk and spew filth?”

Dean shook his head and turned his face toward Lucifer, “Do you?” he asked softly.

“Oh, I can,” Lucifer grinned. “When I’m not screaming, that is.”

“So that means you... “ Dean started to ask but let out a small whimper when he swelled painfully hard under Lucifer’s hand and the zipper of his jeans pinched the underside of his cock. He really wished he hadn’t worn the only pair of jeans that were a size too small just to show off his ass.

Lucifer smirked, feeling Dean fill out and hearing the whimper. Deciding to grant some mercy, he eased off of Dean’s length. “I top or bottom. It doesn’t matter to me. They both feel amazing. Just in different ways.” He smiled as he watched Dean’s eyes widen. “What do you want to do to me, Dean? Want to ride me, or have me ride you?”

“I don't know.” Dean confessed, looking at Lucifer for the briefest of moments before turning his attention back to the road. He couldn’t bear to witness the disappointment that was inevitable once he told him, “I-I’ve never done that. With a guy.”

Lucifer smiled. “That doesn’t bother me. I didn’t lose mine until I was twenty one. Well. The anal side. I’d been fucking guys- and girls- since I was thirteen.”

“I’ve only fucked one person and she was really… weird about it.” Dean cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, “Started praying right after and I’ve only jerked off a guy once but it was really quick.”

“And that’s fine, Dean. Virginity is nothing to be ashamed of,” Lucifer said calmly. “Even if I’ll feel like a dirty old man taking advantage of you.” He stretched a little and glared at the light. “Listen, even if all we exchange is handies and blow jobs the entire night- the sex act, not the drink, then that’s good. I promise.”

“I want to, Luc’. I really do but I’m just a little… scared I guess. Scared that it’ll hurt.” Dean had no idea why he was confessing like this. His car wasn’t a church and the guy next to him was no priest. “Scared that I’ll like it too much and never use my dick again.”

Lucifer chuckled softly, but not unkindly. “It hurts when you don’t use lube and stretch beforehand,” he admitted. “Otherwise? It’s uncomfortable at first, but then the pleasure sets in. And trust me, there’s more good uses for a dick than thrusting. And Dean? Remember, I switch around. If you’d rather fuck me than have me fuck you, then I am more than down for that. It’s okay to be scared. I promise. I was. . . well, just very drunk when I lost mine, and I wish I hadn’t then. But I was young and dumb then.”

Dean finally turned to look at Lucifer, all the bravado that he had in the bar was gone and he looked more his age in that moment, “Can we do both? I mean, if you’re up for that.”

“Do you want that, Dean?” Lucifer asked gently. “I want full consent, Dean. I’m not. . . I’m not going to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do.” He cupped the side of Dean’s face. “I promise you that.”

“I don’t want to go to college and not know anything and you’re nice. At least I think you are,” Dean said with a shrug, “you might be some big sadist behind closed doors but how am I gonna know that off the bat.”

Lucifer chuckled and looked at the light. It hadn’t turned green yet, so he looked back at Dean. “I’m not a sadist, and even if I was, I’d still want consent.” There was a hidden meaning behind those final four words, one that seemed to make the older man seem a lot younger right then.

Dean swallowed down the anxious lump in his throat and nodded, “Then you have it. My consent for regular sex. No extra kinky stuff.”

Lucifer gave a chuckle, gaining some of his thirty years back but still looking younger. “I hung up the handcuffs a long time ago, kiddo,” he said.

The light turned green then.

“Finally,” Lucifer breathed.

Dean put the car into gear and it wasn’t long before he was pulling up in front of the door Lucifer described. He shut off the engine and looked up at the little two story house situated in an older neighborhood. Unhooking his seatbelt, Dean slide across the seat before Lucifer could get out and gave him a little taste of what he got at the light. Sliding his hand up Lucifer’s thigh, he gently teased the soft curve of his balls through his jeans.

Lucifer groaned and tilted his head back, rocking his hips up into Dean’s hand. That was the reaction the younger man needed to gain a touch of confidence.

“Want to fuck me, Lucifer? Bend me over, pop my sweet little cherry?” Dean purred against the shell of his ear, his tongue flicking out against his earlobe.

“Fuck, yes,” Lucifer breathed. “You got a mouth on you.”

“I do research,” Dean said with a grin, his hand inching up higher until he was cupping Lucifer and humming when he felt the length of him. “I bet it’s going to feel so good when I cum on this. Just like I’ve thought about since the first time I saw porn and slid a finger into my ass.”

Lucifer groaned and rocked his hips again into Dean’s hand. “You’ll be seeing stars, if I have my way.”

Dean took his hand away from teasing Lucifer and leaned back so that he was spread out with his foot on either side of the rise in the floorboard. His fingers trailing over his zipper as he turned his head to watch Lucifer, “Or should I show you?”

Lucifer gave Dean an amused look. “Car sex?” he murmured lowly, as he scooted closer to Dean, placing a hand on Dean’s thigh. “Or do we want a nice, comfy queen sized bed?”

“I’m flexible. I could do either or both.” Dean answered with a cheeky smirk.

“Choose one of them now,” Lucifer commanded, squeezing Dean’s thigh.

“Bed,” Dean said and then pulled Lucifer in for a quick kiss before sliding to the door, “But just because you’re older doesn’t mean you get to be the Daddy.”

“I am not looking to be someone’s Daddy,” Lucifer chuckled, starting to get out of the car.

Dean pulled off his jacket and folded it over his arms so that it draped over the front of his jeans. He didn’t want to run the risk of some nosy neighbor peeking out the window and seeing the hardon he was sporting. Joining Lucifer on the sidewalk he waited for the man to take the lead toward the house.

Lucifer unlocked the door and bade Dean inside. “Make yourself at home,” he said.

Doing as he was asked, he walked around the living room and looked at the various things Lucifer had decorating the shelves. Including the one that contained a collection of die cast classic cars. “Please tell me you have a Hot Wheels race track in the attic,” Dean teased as he went to the couch and sat down.

“I do, actually,” Lucifer said, ducking into his kitchen. “You hungry at all?”

“No thanks,” Dean called back, tossing his jacket toward the armchair, “I’m good for now.”

“Alright,” Lucifer said, grabbing himself a premade turkey sandwich out of the fridge. Checking the date, he opened it and began eating it. “Apologies, I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” he admitted.

Dean shrugged, “As long as there are no onions on that sandwich, chow down. Wouldn’t be good for you to pass out right in the middle of a blow job. You might choke.”

Lucifer chuckled. “No onions, you don’t put onions with turkey, anyways,” he said, swallowing around a large mouthful. “I really should remember to eat during the day.”

“How can you forget?” Dean asked, “I go more than a few hours without food and I get sick.”

“I get busy working and ignore everything else,” Lucifer admitted with a shrug. “And trying to put alarms on devices doesn’t work, not when I’ve got Zep and AC/DC blaring at the shop.”

Dean’s face light up with joy at at the mention of the man’s musical tastes, “I love Zeppelin. Pink Floyd too.”

“I love all the old rock bands,” Lucifer sighed almost dreamily. “Kind of grew up on the music. Brothers aren’t the biggest fans of it, but parents were.” He finished his sandwich and ducked back into the fridge for the container of orange juice. He decided that he didn’t want to show his threadbare stock of food to Dean. If Dean stayed the night, he was going to have to sneak out to grab some breakfast items for them.

Craning his neck, Dean tried to catch a glimpse of Lucifer in the kitchen so he didn’t feel like he was shouting. “I got my first taste of them from my folks too. Then I found an old album collection at a garage sale. Do you know how hard it is to find a record player these days? Almost took me a year to find one.”

“Oh, I’ve got one too,” Lucifer admitted. “Found one at a pawn shop for dirt cheap.” He drank the orange juice from the container, also mentally calculating how much money he had in the bank for food for this weekend.

Dean scanned around the room and finally located the record player and a few records stacked on a table near the kitchen entryway. Walking over to the player, he flipped through the vinyls until he found one he was looking for and put it on. It wasn’t long before the hiss of the needle was replaced with the sounds of the guitars of Pink Floyd. It was one of their softer, slower songs that had Dean bobbing his head and swaying to the music.

Lucifer smiled and opened the fridge again to replace the orange juice in the fridge and grab a couple bottles of water that he had stashed in there, making sure the fridge door wasn’t open wide enough for Dean to see inside.

“You’re missing the best part,” Dean called out.

Lucifer came into his living room and smiled at Dean swaying to the beat of the music. “The best part is watching you dance in my living room,” he teased playfully, leaning against the door frame.

“If that club had better taste in music you could have seen a lot more of my dancing.” Dean said with a flash of a smile.

“Not sure if Mikey would’ve liked that,” Lucifer smirked. “I might’ve made the first move then. Come up behind you and started wrapping my fingers around those hips of yours.”

“Is that so?” Dean asked, glancing in his direction and picked up the next album in an effort to play it cool. “And then what would you do?”

“Well, I’d wait to see if you’d move away from me,” Lucifer said, walking over to Dean, “start grinding on that ass lightly, wait and see how’d you respond before leaning in real close and probably whisper a cheesy line about if you’re tempted.”

Dean chuckled as he turned around just in time to come face to face with Lucifer, “Going to lead me into the woods to dance and then sign your black book?”

“Something like that,” Lucifer chuckled, pulling Dean in closer to him. “Probably something cheesier, if I could think of it. Or maybe not say anything with my social skills. Keep you guessing.”

“How about keep it simple.” Dean said as his hands came to rest on Lucifer’s chest, “Try, ‘Want to get out of here?’”

“I take it you’re a simple man?” Lucifer said, looking deep into Dean’s eyes. “‘Cause if you are. . . I’m a man of wealth and taste. Well, not wealth, but taste definitely.”

“Lucifer,” Dean said with an amused shake of his head, “Would you just kiss me?”

“Gladly,” Lucifer said, leaning in and kissing Dean soft and gentle, but firmly.

This he was familiar with and something he’d been told he was good at. One of his hands eased up to the back of Lucifer’s neck as he allowed the rest of his body to all but melt into Lucifer’s hold.

Lucifer wrapped his hands around Dean’s waist comfortably, feeling Dean melt into his arms as he allowed himself to truly relax for the first time in what seemed like weeks. This felt right, somehow, and he didn’t want it to end as he gently ran his tongue along the seam of Dean’s lips.

Dean let out a small huff before parting his lips to deepen the kiss, his hands falling to Lucifer’s belt buckle to try and wrestle it open. He felt like he’d been teased since before they left the bar and now that he had Lucifer licking into his mouth, he wanted more. So much more and he wanted it now.

“Easy tiger,” Lucifer breathed against Dean’s lips, nipping the lower one playfully. “We’ve got all night.”

“Yeah, but-” Dean tugged Lucifer’s buckle free of the belt, “Don’t you want to?”

“Oh, I want to,” Lucifer agreed, grabbing Dean’s wrists and pulling them free from his belt, “Believe me, I do, but everything in it’s time. It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon.” He began kissing down Dean’s neck, sighing contently.

“Thought the point was to get off?” Dean asked, gasping at the end when Lucifer’s lips found a sensitive spot that seemed to be connected directly to his cock. He couldn’t imagine how this guy was able to get him from soft to aching so quickly.

“That’s only a small part of it,” Lucifer murmured, starting to suck a mark into Dean’s neck, unable to help himself. “It’s not necessarily about the destination. It’s about the journey.”

Dean tried to buck up against Lucifer but had a hard time doing so with his wrists held so tight. “Can I get that on a t-shirt?” Dean said as he tried again, wishing that the journey got his pants open sooner rather than later.

“Maybe,” Lucifer teased. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” He slid his hand into Dean’s and tugged him down the small hallway. Reaching the bedroom, he opened the door and yanked Dean in after him. He hadn’t been this eager for someone in his bed since he turned twenty-five. Pushing those thoughts aside, he began tugging Dean’s shirt off of him.

Not wanting to be rude and just stand there like a blow up doll, Dean reached out to finish his efforts on opening Lucifer’s pants. He hadn’t gotten his fingers on the button before his hand was lightly slapped away, “W-what’d you do that for?”

“Wait your turn,” Lucifer murmured lowly, pulling Dean’s shirt off and inhaling sharply at the sight of the well muscled younger man in front of him. “Fuck,” he whispered, half to himself before he began working on Dean’s jeans himself. “It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t have to do that much work. You’ll see me naked soon enough.” He kissed the hollow of Dean’s throat before biting and sucking on it.

“Then what am I supposed to do? Just lie here?” Dean breathed out, tilting his head back ever so slightly as his hands rested on Lucifer’s biceps.

“For right now, while I work,” Lucifer whispered, finishing opening Dean’s jeans and sliding them down his legs. “You’ll be an active participant soon. Just have patience.”

“I can be patient,” Dean said, sounding almost like a promise. He slowly licked his lips and waited in anticipation as his hard cock was freed from his jeans, the head already red and wet with precum from being turned on for so long.

Lucifer groaned at seeing Dean completely naked, licking his lower lip lightly as he stared. “Fuck,” he murmured, grabbing Dean’s cock gently and giving a quick stroke. “You’re beautiful, Dean.

Dean wanted to deny it but all he could do was groan instead. Lucifer’s hands were strangely soft feeling for someone in his line of work. One could almost call them sinfully soft.

Lucifer worried a mark into Dean’s collarbone as he gave Dean a few more gentle pumps before slowly pulling away, giving a small smirk. “Now, you can undress me,” he murmured.

It took Dean a moment to come back to himself when Lucifer let him go. Blinking quickly, he took hold of the hem of Lucifer’s shirt and pulled it over his head. As soon as Lucifer’s naked chest was in front of him, Dean couldn’t help ducking down and kissing along his collarbone and then down over one of his pecks. Feeling the peek of Lucifer’s nipple graze over his bottom lip, Dean glanced up and then wrapped his lips around it in a open mouthed kiss.

Lucifer groaned, tilting his head back as he felt Dean’s mouth go over his nipple. “Fuck,” he moaned softly.

“Good?” Dean mumbled against his skin as he started to open Lucifer’s pants.

“Very good,” Lucifer groaned. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Slipping his hand into Lucifer’s pants, Dean gripped his cock and started to stroke him as he played around with licking and sucking at each of Lucifer’ nipples. Working them into stiff peaks.

Lucifer groaned and let Dean play around with his nipples and stroked his cock, smirking. “What to start off with first, I wonder? Do you want me to pop your cherry, or do you want to get back at me for all the teasing I’ve put you through?”

Breaking away from Lucifer’s nipple, Dean stood up straight and gave him a good squeeze, a faint blush to his cheeks, “The first one.”

Lucifer groaned softly. “Get on the bed on all fours, then,” he murmured. “Unfortunately, it’s the best way to pop someone’s cherry.”

“Can we do it different?” Dean asked, pulling his hand from Lucifer’s pants, “It’s seems so… clinical if I’m on my hands and knees.”

“Sure,” Lucifer smiled. “On your back, then. Legs spread.”

Dean stretched out on the bed just in time for his nerves to kick in. He really didn’t know what to expect. Of course he’d done his research and played with himself over the years, but a few fingers during ‘alone time’ was a lot different than the real thing. It wasn’t until he felt his erection starting to flag that he realized how in his own head he’d been. Looking up at Lucifer, he almost looked ashamed at what had happened, “I’m sorry. It’ll come back. I swear it will.”

Lucifer shushed Dean gently and sat down on the bed. Leaning over the boy, he gently kissed Dean and smiled. “Don’t apologize. It happens. I would’ve been surprised if it didn’t.” He kissed Dean again, just as softly. “Just try not to get lost in your own head as much. We can go as fast or as slow as you want, Dean. This isn’t just about me; it’s about you as well.”

“Okay,” Dean moved over in the bed to make room for Lucifer, “Maybe if we made out a little more…”

“That I can do,” Lucifer said, kissing Dean again. He deepened the kiss quicker, intent on distracting Dean.

Dean returned the kiss as he let his hands roam over Lucifer’s shoulders and arms. Eventually he lost himself in wet slide of their lips and the smell of Lucifer’s cologne mixing with a hint of engine oil.

Lucifer kissed Dean as he slipped on top of him, hovering over Dean and not crowding him, but also letting him feel the warm heat of his body. He lost himself in the sensations of Dean’s slightly chapped lips and soft hands roaming over his back and torso. His cock, thick and heavy, weighed down and met Dean’s lightly, rubbing against the younger man’s as Lucifer’s hips gave a light roll.

The touch of Lucifer’s body to his own sparked something inside Dean that muted his fears and doubts. His gentle caresses became more. Fingers curling and clutching at the older man in an attempt to bring him closer so that Dean could feel the thrilling pleasure of their cocks touching again.

Lucifer groaned and covered Dean’s body, rocking his hips down into Dean’s as he kissed down his throat, nails biting into Dean’s skin.

“Oh god,” Dean breathed out, tilting his head back, one ankle twining around Lucifer’s as his hips fell in sync. His cock quickly filled out until it was achingly hard and slipping along Lucifer’s. This was so much better than he’d imagined and never wanted the pleasure to end. “Don’t stop, Luc’. Please,” Dean panted.

“I won’t,” Lucifer breathed, kissing and nipping down Dean’s throat. His hips rocked down a bit firmly and with quicker rolls as he rutted.

With a suddenness he hadn’t experienced since his early teens, the tension in Dean’s groin released without warning. With a startled cry, he jerked and spasmed beneath Lucifer as he coated their stomachs with cum.

Lucifer groaned, feeling Dean cum underneath of him and he smirked looked down at Dean as he came down to Earth. “Well,” he murmured, “I think you’re relaxed.”

Dean’s cheeks turned bright red in embarrassment as he tried to avoid looking Lucifer in the eyes, “I can’t believe I did that.”

“It’s fine,” Lucifer assured him, turning Dean’s face towards him and kissing him softly. “I would’ve been surprised if you didn’t. And besides, it gives a boost to my old man ego.”

“So you still want to...” Dean asked, his eyebrows lifting in surprise, “I mean, I think I can go again in a little bit.”

“Of course, babe,” Lucifer smiled. “And this means you’re pliant, which means it’ll be easier for me to open you up.”

“Okay,” Dean said with a hint of a smile as he sat up just enough to kiss Lucifer softly, his legs shifting so that he could spread them open and bracketing Lucifer’s hips.

Lucifer smiled, kissing him back and picking up the bottle of lube that he had discarded earlier before moving down to look down at Dean. Swearing softly, he opened the bottle of lube poured some onto his fingers, keeping eye contact.

“Impressive while he’s sleeping. Isn’t he?” Dean teased with a smirk as he twitched his hips where his spent cock lay peacefully.

“Impressive either way,” Lucifer smiled. “But it’s more of how beautiful you are.” He rubbed the lube between his fingers, warming the viscous liquid up before bringing his fingers down to brush against Dean’s hole.

He jerked up, minutely and inadvertently toward Lucifer’s finger. Dean’s relaxed mind going blank except for one question that kept popping into it, “You got condoms, right?” he asked.

“Top drawer of the nightstand, but I’m clean,” Lucifer said. “I haven’t had sex in four years and I go in for regular screenings. So if you want to do it without, I’m cool with either or.”

Dean thought about it. Seriously mulled it over in his mind as he chewed at his bottom lip. He’d had it drilled into his head from an early age that you always use protection, but the thought of going without was tempting. Regardless of what Lucifer said, he had not proof that this man he’d just met was what he said. Finally he shook his head and said, “I’d like to use them.”

“Then can you grab one out for me, please?” Lucifer asked, his finger rubbing around Dean’s hole gently.

Rolling over, Dean wiggled toward the nightstand and searched around in the drawer. The first one he pulled out made him laugh, “Glow in the dark?” he asked as he held it up for Lucifer to see, “Is this for when the lights go out and you still have to find your way?”

“It’s for a laugh,” Lucifer chuckled. “Gag gift from my brother when I turned thirty last month.”

“Then we should definitely use it. Can’t let a present go to waste,” Dean turned to face Lucifer and grinned.

Lucifer grinned back. “I am not doing lightsaber noises when it’s on my dick,” he said mock seriously as he waited for Dean to settle again.

“That would be a terrible thing to do,” Dean snorted as he laid the condom on the bed, then gave Lucifer a playful look, “Unless I wore one too.”

Lucifer laughed softly, making sure the foil packet was close enough to him as he shook his head. “One glow in the dark condom per sex,” he said. Feeling like Dean was relaxed enough, he slowly and gently pressed a finger in.

Dean inhaled sharply as Lucifer’s finger sank into him. It didn’t hurt but it was an odd sensation that made him clench out of reflex. His eyes drifted shut as he willed himself to relax. With small, short rolls of his hips, he pulled Lucifer deeper and deeper into him.

“That’s it,” Lucifer encouraged softly, smiling. “There we go, see? Doesn’t hurt, does it?” He gently pumped his finger, testing Dean’s reaction.

Shaking his head, Dean spread his legs a little wider, “I’ve gotten up to two on my own,” he said.

“That’s good,” Lucifer said, slowly pumping his finger some more before withdrawing it slightly. A second finger joined the first, and Lucifer gently pressed back in, still keeping an eye on Dean’s young face for any reactions.

His cock twitched slightly as he let out a low moan, his fingers curling into the covers. “Your fingers are thicker than mine,” Dean confessed with a faint smile.

“Are they?” Lucifer smiled. “So I’m filling you up more than you’re used to with just two fingers?”

“You are,” Dean reached down and gently stroked his fingers over his half filled cock, “I bet your cock is going to stuff me full.”

Lucifer groaned softly and nodded. “You like the idea of being full of cock?” he murmured, “Filled to the brim and writhing around on it. Knowing it’s there? ” His fingers crooked, searching for Dean’s prostate.

“Not as much as you like the idea of my tight virgin ass squeezing your cock,” Dean teased with a smile right before Lucifer’s fingers brushed against his prostate. With a deep gasp, Dean’s eyes went wide and squirmed against Lucifer’s hand.

“Found it,” Lucifer said casually, gently rubbing Dean’s prostate with his finger, watching him squirm. “You’re right. I can’t wait to have your virgin little hole gripping my cock like a vice as I pound into you hard enough for you to see stars and hear little pants of more, please, more. ” He licked his lower lip as he said this, his eyes darkening to something almost primitive.

Dean breath started to come out in short pants as his cock swelled back to life and dribbled cum from the tip, “Can’t… t-too soon…”

Lucifer eased off of his prostate and waited for Dean to calm down, smirking at him.

“Holy Fuck!” Dean dropped to the bed, wide eyes staring at Lucifer, “felt like you were tugging the base of my dick.”

“I was rubbing your prostate,” Lucifer grinned. “And it’s nice and swollen and begging to be rubbed. Have you ever found it before?”

Dean gulped and shook his head.

“That’s alright,” Lucifer smiled as he began to slowly introduce a third finger. “It can be difficult to find on your own.”

Whatever Dean was about to say was lost as his mouth slowly fell open in a silent moan. He’d feared the pain but it was a revelation to have the burning pressure turn to pleasure so quickly. It wasn’t long before Dean was moving closer to Lucifer so that he meet each thrust of his fingers.

“Ready for my cock?” Lucifer asked after several long minutes of fingering Dean open, of holding himself back from just absolutely wrecking Dean.

Dean slowly sat up, extracting Lucifer’s fingers and pushed him back so that he could straddle his lap. Throwing his arms around the man’s neck, Dean leaned in and nearly growled, “Fuck me, Old Scratch.”

Lucifer did growl, kissing Dean harshly as he pushed him back into the bed. His hands fumbled for the condom, seeking out the foil packet, but Dean’s hand on his stopped him.

“Like this,” he said and ground his ass against Lucifer’s erection.

“You don’t want the condom?” Lucifer confirmed, nipping Dean’s lip hard and giving a slight pull as he sucked on it.

“I’ll never get to do it like this again,” Dean said, chasing after Lucifer’s kiss, “need to take advantage while I can.”

Lucifer growled and tugged Dean’s legs up and around his hips more. Reaching down, he lined his cock up with Dean’s hole and began pressing in slowly. He bit his lip as Dean’s hole slowly gave way and he ducked his head. “Christ, you’re tight,” he breathed.

“And you’re big,” Dean grunted, his eyes squeezed tightly shut to try and block out the uncomfortable stretch of muscles.

Lucifer huffed a laugh and kept easing in slowly, keeping an eye on Dean’s face. Leaning over, he kissed Dean again. This time it was softer, sweeter, enticing Dean to relax.

Dean shifted slightly and took a deep breath, instead focusing on the feel of his partner’s lips. Linking his ankles together, he pulled Lucifer closer but didn’t urge him to move.

Lucifer finally bottomed out as he kept kissing Dean, feeling his lover for the night go pliant underneath of him. He rested there for a minute, letting Dean adjust to his size and girth. Again, he had to restrain himself from not slamming into Dean like a man possessed. The tight clench of Dean’s heat was almost too much.

The first sign that Dean was ready for more was a quick, barely felt clench around Lucifer before he started to roll his hips. The movements, however small were enough to create a slippery friction that had Dean letting out a sound that akin to a whimper. “Move,” he whispered, his hands carding into Lucifer’s hair.

Lucifer groaned and he began rolling his hips into Dean’s, getting him used to the motions for a few moments before he started thrusting steadily, his mouth dropping to litter Dean’s neck and shoulders with dark red marks.

“Oh God!” Dean exclaimed when one of the thrusts had his prostate being brushed against, his own cock responding and filling completely. “Again,” he pleaded as he dropped his legs just enough to give Lucifer complete freedom to move.

“Just Lucifer will do,” Lucifer joked before he rammed into Dean again, this time with a little more force and not breaking his pace. Snarling softly, he grabbed Dean and pulled him up onto his lap, thrusting up into him powerfully as he pulled lightly on Dean’s hair.

The change in position brought a change in Dean. It felt as if he opened up and Lucifer was touching him in ways that he’d not thought possible. His cock was rubbing against the downy soft hair on Lucifer’s stomach in a way that, combined with everything else, had him teetering dangerously close to the edge. A guttural cry fell from his lips as he clutched at Lucifer’s shoulders, “Yes..More…”

Lucifer thrusted up harder, his teeth finding a home in the junction of Dean’s neck and shoulder as he clung to the younger man with all he had, short nails digging into his back. He was grunting and growling, almost more animal than man. “Are you going to cum for me, Dean?” he whispered harshly against his skin after a few minutes of almost mindless fucking. “Are you going to cum with my cock in your tight little ass?”

He couldn’t take anymore. Lucifer’s treatment of his body and hushed words pushed him the final distance. With a choked out moan, Dean once again spilled between them. His cock pulsing in time with the clamping of his ass around Lucifer’s cock.

Lucifer moaned lowly and fucked Dean through his orgasm before he, too, came hard. He forced Dean hard down onto his cock as he came deep within, coating Dean’s insides with his warm release with a groan of pleasure. As he finished, his hands returned to being gentle, rubbing Dean’s back softly as he placed light, fluttering kisses along Dean’s collarbone.

When the last spasm had passed, Dean dropped his forehead down to Lucifer’s shoulder and basked in the warmth of their bodies pressed together. His mind was pleasantly blank of all thought, that is why it was a surprise to him when he felt a tear slip out of the corner of his eye.

Lucifer didn’t notice the tear at first, simply working on soothing Dean’s body and running his fingers through his hair. “How’re you doing?” he whispered softly, as if his voice could break the air.

“Fine. Good,” Dean said and brushed the tear away before sitting up to face Lucifer, but another quickly slipped out from the other eye. The sudden surge of unwanted emotion had Dean squirming in Lucifer’s arms, “Need to get up. I’m crushing you.”

“Hardly,” Lucifer chuckled softly. He noticed the tear and tenderly brushed it away from Dean’s cheek with his thumb, his eyes soft and kind- moreover, understanding. And non-judgemental.

Dean ducked his head away, his jaw tensing angrily. He hated crying and he hadn’t done that since his Aunt Ellen died back when he was 14 years old. In his opinion, now was not the time and he had no cause to do so. Lucifer’s soft looks only made him feel more like a weakling because no one should cry during or after sex.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Lucifer murmured quietly. “That no one cries after sex. That you don’t have a reason to cry. That it makes you look weak. But you’re wrong. Dean, you just had a roller coaster of endorphins course through you, not to mention you just lost your virginity. It doesn’t matter if you’re a chick or a dude- that’s going to be a mess of emotions.” He gently kissed Dean’s cheek. “I don’t think you’re weak for crying. I think it makes you very human.”

“You’re not the one with a dick in your ass and leaking from both ends,” Dean sniffed and swiped a hand roughly over his cheek, “I didn’t want it to end like this. Like I’m a dumb kid that you’ll regret taking home.”

Lucifer gently took Dean’s hand and held it close to him. “You’re not a dumb kid, Dean,” he murmured, “and I can already tell you that I won’t ever regret taking you home. And no, I’m not the one with a dick in my ass and ‘leaking from both ends’, but I know what this is like. Been there, done that, didn’t get the T-shirt because the design was stupid.” He gave a warm smile. “I promise, Dean. You’re doing just fine.”

Not wanting to talk about his errant feelings, Dean swallowed them down and finally looked Lucifer in the eyes, “I won’t regret it either. It was really good.”

Lucifer smiled. “Good. I’m glad.” He kissed Dean softly before patting his ass softly. “Get up, I’ll grab us some water and a cloth so we don’t have drying cum on ourselves.”

Dean looked down between them, considering how to best accomplish a dismount. He eventually lifted up and fell back to the bed, stretching like he’d just woken. “You seemed to have fun too.”

“Oh, I did,” Lucifer said, getting up and walking into the bathroom to grab a couple of cups of water and a damp cloth. “I had fun, and it was good. And I had a vocal bed partner. Recipe for great sex, in my opinion.” He came back in, smiling happily.

The previous grim mood had started to melt away from Dean and replaced with a mischievous grin, “Something I can tell old Bear about. Turns bright red if I talk about guys.”

Lucifer laughed and set the water down on the nightstand before cleaning Dean’s stomach free of cum. “That’s the spirit. I do the same to Michael. His ears turn red and he chastises me.”

“You’re not telling the right stuff if only his ears turn red,” Dean said as he snagged Lucifer’s hand and pulled him toward him, “Can I ask you something, Luc’?”

“Sure,” Lucifer said, smiling as he curled more towards Dean.

“Can I see you again or is this a one off birthday bash?” Dean asked softly, his fingers twining with Lucifer’s.

“You. . . you want to see me again?” Lucifer asked quietly, obviously quite surprised. He squeezed Dean’s hand lightly.

Dean slowly licked across his bottom lip, his eyes twinkling, “Only if you want. Have some fun. Maybe some laughs. Definitely more sex.”

Lucifer lowered his eyes, now looking so much younger than his thirty years. “Yeah, I’d like to see you again,” he murmured, almost shyly. In the past, no one had wanted to be with him for longer than one night. It was like he was cursed since that one night all those years ago. . . Shaking the memory from his head, he looked up at Dean with a smile. “Definitely would like to see you again. Most definitely. I mean, I don’t know what all we could do together, but I’m sure I could figure something out. Maybe you could help me fix cars or something and- ”

Leaning up, Dean kissed him to stop the vocal stream of the thought flowing out of Lucifer. When he thought that there was no further danger of babbling, he pulled back and smiled, “We’ll figure it out. We don’t have to plan a damned thing right now.”

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Past and Present: Chapter 23

The wheels in Danny's head were spinning as he stood with the Fentons in their lab.

'Of course! I knew I had seen something similar to my amulet before! Clockwork had a whole wall of them in his lair when he brought me back. But if he told me their meaning, I sure can't remember it now'

Maddie was sitting in a chair, tapping away on her computer keyboard, trying to piece together the mystery of Sam's disappearance.

Jack was pacing by the portal, rather loudly muttering something about how this was all their fault.

'I wonder how many realms have their own amulets. The one I have isn't the same as his…'

'Is that really what matters right now? After all, Sam is MISSING and we know it had to be Clockwork!'

'But he never struck me as the type to abduct someone. Yes, he lied and has clearly been feeding me memories, but abduction?'

'Maybe he knows something I don't. About this prophecy. Maybe it has to do with Sam…'

The thought of Sam being somehow involved with Danny's apparent destiny made him shiver. As much as he had fallen for her recently, he hated thinking he would be the reason for her getting hurt.

A loud banging sound followed by an "ugh" brought Danny back to reality. Looking over to Maddie at the computer, he saw that her head was down in frustration.

"You would think that Google would know a little bit more about these ghosts!"

"Google?" Danny asked, confused yet again by the computer lingo.

Maddie turned around, a small smile on her face.

"Right, different time. Google – it's a program on the internet you use to find information other people put online."

Danny shook his head , only understanding about half of what she had just said.

Jack walked over and put his hand on Danny's shoulder.

"Trust me, my boy, if Google can't find it, then we're out of luck!"

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Danny sighed as he looked at the ground.

"It's not that the information doesn't exist, it's just that it hasn't been found yet," Maddie added, trying to add a bit of optimism. "There's a reason there are only a few para-psychology schools out there, and your sister got laughed at for attending one of them."

"It's just not fair! Somebody has to know what's going on!" Danny shouted, moving away from the Fenton couple.

"We've tried everything shy of going into the Ghost Zone ourselves," Maddie said, trying to keep her cool.

"And we're not about to do that without a proper map and protection!" Jack added.

A light in Danny's head went on at this, and he turned back to look at them.

"Why not send me? I'm a ghost, I've been in before, and have been wanting to go back for a while. Let me go in and get some answers!"

The two Fentons looked at each other, raising their eyebrows. The look on Jack's face showed how much he desperately wanted to send the boy in, but the look on Maddie's said how much she wanted to keep him safe. As always, Maddie seemed to win out.

Jack was the first to respond with a sigh.

"Danny, as much as I would love to send you in there, we haven't properly mapped it yet. Every device we've created to send in has disappeared or exploded within the first few minutes."

"It's just not safe, especially with your powers on the fritz," Maddie added.

He had been so obsessed with Clockwork and finding Sam, Danny had forgotten that he was still in his human form, having tried to use his amulet after coming downstairs to no avail.

"I know, I know! But we cannot just wait for the answers to appear to us. We have to do SOMETHING! Didn't your examination of his medallion tell you ANYTHING?"

The first thing they had done upon arriving in the lab was to investigate and test Clockwork's medallion, searching its surface for any indication of its origin and power.

"DAMNIT DANNY, DON'T YOU THINK WE'RE TRYING?!" Jack boomed to the boy in front of him, his hands shaking.

Danny was taken aback at this, having never experienced the true wrath of Jack Fenton before. "Yes, of course, it's just…"

"No. Listen here. We have been searching FOREVER to find information about the Ghost Zone. About YOU! And now here you are, and suddenly we're caught in this web created by a ghost we don't have any information about! Don't you think that if we knew more we'd be doing it right now!? This is mine, my wife's, YOUR SISTER'S life work, and now it's put an innocent girl at risk!"

Jack let out a loud sigh before falling to the ground and putting his head in his hands. A muffled sobbing sound followed.

Maddie looked at Danny before bending over to check on her husband.

"Jack, please, we know how important this research has been to you, but you can't blame yourself for what happened to Sam."

Jack raised his head and looked at his wife with big, tear-filled eyes.

"Mads, I always knew our research would get results, but I never thought it would put an innocent girl in danger. I just want to take it all back."

Danny hated what he was hearing and knew that the Fentons needed a bit of privacy. Turning his back to them, he walked over to the table where Clockwork's medallion was currently sitting.

'There has to be an answer to this. Futuristic tech or not, something has to be able to crack this thing!'

Danny's hand brushed across the bottom one last time, only to notice a small hole that resembled the ones he had seen Jack using to plug things into his computer.

'Would Clockwork really put a normal, human hook up in his ghostly device?'

Danny knew next to nothing about current technology, and having investigated the lab on multiple occasions, knew that the Fentons' lab only housed the technology needed for to run their gadgets – never anything normal.

He paused to think, wondering if there were another way to sate his curiosity over the technology that was housed within the medallion. Finally, he remembered something Sam had told him once.

Turning to the Fentons, who had both gotten up from the ground, Jack still with red eyes but no longer crying, Danny smiled.

"I have an idea."

"You want me to what?" Sarah asked the boy, eyes getting big behind her thick glasses.

"Those things everyone carries and stares at all the time. The little devices, you have one right?"

"Danny, dear, I think you mean an iPhone?" Maddie offered, coming up behind him.

After having explained his idea to the Fentons downstairs, the group had returned to the living room where Sarah was waiting impatiently for answers.

"Well why didn't you say so! Of course I have one, but I barely know how to use the thing…" she replied as she pulled the device from her pocket.

"Warren insists I keep this thing in case I get hurt," she muttered.

"Perfect!" Danny said with a grin. "Do you have the book on it?"

Sarah raised her eyebrows.

"The book, the one with the friends?"

Maddie stepped in yet again, putting her hand on his shoulder and scooting him over a bit.

"I'll take it from here," she said with a soft smile.

Danny grumped as he stepped back to join Jack.

"Don't worry, my boy, I don't understand those things either!" Jack said, trying to reassure him.

"Sarah, do you have Facebook on your phone?"

Sarah smiled, realizing what it was Danny had been trying to describe.

"I think I installed it once, for Sam. Her phone was on the fritz so I lent her mine. She's probably still logged in and everything. Hold on..." She looked down at the bright glow of the device in her hand, using her fingers to swipe across the screen until finally she found what she needed.

"There it is! But how is this going to help?" Sarah asked as she held the phone out to Maddie.

"Danny, what did you say his name was again?" Maddie said, turning to the boy again.

"I think Sam called him Tuck…"

School had been out for the past few days due to Fall Break, so unfortunately, Danny wouldn't be able to track him there. Luckily the digital profile for the boy had listed a place of work, giving Danny a good lead on where to start.

Partially because his amulet STILL wasn't working, and partially because a ghost walking into a store would be weird, he had decided to try and stay in his human form for this mission. Which was harder that he wanted to admit, as getting from place to place was a lot easier when you could fly.

'How did I do this when I was alive?'

He smiled to himself, realizing the irony in his thoughts as he pushed open the door to the store.

If the record store hadn't been such an eye opener, his amazement would have been greater. Everywhere he looked there were glass tables holding devices that ranged in size from the large computer he had seen in the lab to mini screen smaller than Sarah's. At one corner, there was a man standing with a weird hearing aid type thing in one ear, talking away to seemingly no one, while in the other, a group of teenage girls was huddled around what looked to be a plastic cylinder emitting the music of some unknown boy band.

Danny felt dizzy as he took in all the tech, realizing just how much he had missed in the fifty years he had been gone. If he hadn't died, would he have accepted all these things? Found them normal? He didn't want to think about it.

Refocusing on the mission, he tried to imagine the face he was seeking out. He had a faint idea of who he was looking for, having seen a couple of blurry photos on the boy's limited profile, but he knew he couldn't be sure until he saw him face to face.

Seeing as this was his place of work, Danny approached the counter, hoping that maybe the cashier would know who he was looking for. His mind in a daze, he didn't even notice when the clerk called him forward.

"Dude. You're holding up the line. Can I help you?"

Stepping forward, Danny faced the kid behind the counter. He was about to ask about the boy but found himself unable to before the kid spoke himself.

"You?"

Taken aback, Danny put his hand on his chest. He didn't think anyone would recognize him as a human.

"Pardon?" he asked.

The kid leaned forward, his glasses falling down his nose, and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Phantom?"

For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Danny's wheels began to turn as he realized he had managed to find exactly who he had been looking for.

"Actually, it's Danny."

"But, but… why don't you look like… you?" the boy asked, he dark skin beginning to turn pale.

"It's a long story, but I'll explain if you come with me."

"So, you're telling me that Sam has been abducted by a ghost – Clockwork – and the only way to find her is by using this medallion to track him, but you can't figure out the medallion because you don't have the tech for it?"

'How is it possible I know more about this ghost tech than the Fentons?'

Tucker had now joined the group in the living room of Fenton Works, having followed Danny there from the store. But with each moment, he felt more and more like he should have just stayed behind.

"Something like that yea," Danny replied.

"Tucker, it's more than that. We believe this Clockwork fellow is behind Danny's return and transformation. We think he's been playing with his emotions. Making him do things," Maddie added.

'He's a ghost! I wouldn't be surprised…

While Tucker had been excited to learn about the technology and ghost happenings when the Fentons first announced their discoveries, the excitement had begun to wear thin on him. What with Sam's recent obsessions and all the ghost attacks, it felt more like an episode of Scooby-Doo than anything innovative and groundbreaking.

"As her best friend, I'm worried about her, really. But you can't expect me to just jump into this cold turkey," Tucker said, crossing his arms.

"We hate having to ask so much of you like this, but we could really use the help," Maddie pleaded.

Tucker just stood, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.

"Maddie, we NEED his help! We can't let any more time pass with Sam in there!" Jack began, his voice a bit loud, startling Tucker.

"I know dear, but we can't just force his hand," she replied through gritted teeth.

"But, but…"

"STOP!"

It was Sarah's loud exclamation that made the group turn this time.

"Can't you see! This is getting us nowhere!"

She wheeled over to Tucker.

"Tucker, you are the only person who has ever stood by my Sam. Spending time with her, looking out for her, making sure she got home safe. I'll admit, I was a bit worried when she brought you home for the first time, what with all your little quirks, but I've warmed up to you. And I believe in you. We all do. Can't you please help us find her?"

'Sam's Grandma has always had a way with convincing people…'

He could see the fog behind her glasses as a few tears began to stream from her eyes.

Maybe it was pressure, or sympathy, or the desire to make sure his best – and only – friend was ok. Either way, he looked down and nodded his head in agreement.

"So, I bring a backpack full of cables and cords to work every day in case someone needs a troubleshoot," Tucker said as he opened his bag.

They were in the lab now, having spent the last few minutes letting Tucker take it all in.

"Hopefully one of these is compatible with that medallion you found." He dumped the bag's contents onto the ground.

Danny walked over to the lab table, picked up the gold trinket, and offered it to Tucker.

"The plug is on the bottom, just under the inscription. It's really small, do you see it?" he asked as he handed it to the boy.

Tucker took it with both hands, feeling the weight and examining it closer. He turned to Maddie.

"Do you mind if I look up something on your computer?"

"Go right ahead! But Google already failed us once today!" Jack boomed before Maddie could respond.

"Yea, but Google doesn't know how to hack government technology websites," Tucker muttered as he sat down in front of the screen.

"Government technology? Since when is the government involved?" Maddie asked.

"It's not, but they keep a database of all the cords and cables and outlets and stuff…" Tucker replied as the glow of the computer reflected in his glasses.

A few clicks and passwords later, Tucker found himself on the main page of the U.S. government's catalogue of technology.

Watching him scroll down the page in a blur gave Danny a headache.

'Seriously, how does anyone live with this much tech?'

Finally Tucker stopped, moving out of the way to show the group what he had found.

"I think this is it. A T-95 adapter. If the picture here is a match to the medallion, I may have just the cord!"

He held the medallion up to the screen, comparing the bottom of it to the photo, and a smile formed on his face.

"Good news?" Maddie asked.

"This is it!" Tucker exclaimed as he hurried back to his pile of tangled cords, digging until he found the one he needed.

Everyone smiled as he held it up, but Tucker's smile slowly faded as he realized something else.

"Ummmm, what do we plug this into?"

"Hmmm?" Jack asked.

"Well, it's got a USB on the end but I'm afraid to plug it into your computer without the proper program installed. After all, this is ghost tech, and who knows what kind of viruses that could bring."

"I don't think we need to worry about that," Maddie smiled, "We installed anti-ecto protection on the computer a few years back."

"Of course! It took me AGES to install that stuff, how could I have forgotten. Mads, you think of everything."

He leaned over to kiss her on the cheek as the two teenagers looked back at the computer, trying to refocus on their task.

Taking the Fentons' enthusiasm as a confirmation that it was fine to plug the thing into the computer, Tucker grabbed the cord and plugged the flat end into the tower.

He looked to Danny, hope and fear in his eyes, and nodded as he plugged the other end into the medallion.

The computer screen went black, and a loud sigh came from everyone in the room.

"Really!?" Danny complained as he raised his hands in frustration. "Just when we have a lead, nothing…"

Before he could finish his statement, bright green words appeared on the screen.

T.I.M.E. INITIATED. Y TO CONTINUE. N TO STOP.

"I'm guessing you want me to hit Y?" Tucker asked; everyone nodded.

As he hit the button, the group watched the screen change to what resembled a large, pixelated map with several glowing dots in various places.

PLEASE SELECT ITEM TO TRACK AND HIT Y.

"Sooo, now what?" Tucker asked.

"Hold on son, let me see this thing," Jack responded, coming forward to take the boy's place at the computer.

"It looks like there are lots of locations on here, but it's hard to tell which one we need to track."

"Danny, do you remember anything about places or names?" Maddie asked as her husband squinted at the screen, trying to decipher the tiny writing under several of the locations.

Danny stepped back to think for a moment before answering.

'Did Clockwork ever have a name for the Graveyard? His home?

He was on his knees, head facing down at the ground with hair hanging in his face. White hair.

"I've done it. At last, I have finally found an answer."

The boy looked up, eyes wide with confusion.

A figure floated in front of him, dressed in all purple with what appeared to be a grandfather clock showing through his chest. In his hand he held a staff, also resembling a clock, and when he got closer to the boy, his appearance suddenly went from old to young.

The boy lurched back, afraid of the figure's touch.

"Don't worry son, I won't hurt you. I'm here to help." The young figure spoke with a bit of compassion in his voice.

"What? Where? Who?" was all the boy could say in response.

"Of course, you're confused. You've only been back for a few hours now. Your mind hasn't fully returned yet. I should have known that would be a side effect of resurrection."

"Resurrection?"

Confusion spread across his entire face now; he still couldn't understand what was happening to him.

"Of course. You, Daniel, are the first soul I've ever been able to retrieve from death."

"Death? You mean, I…?'

"Died, yes. But I've brought you back." The figure smiled.

"Back to where?"

"I believe the humans call it 'The Ghost Zone,'" he answered with amusement, "but this part, my home, is the Island of Lost Time."

Danny opened his eyes and looked at the group, all of whom had turned face him once again.

The amulet around his neck was glowing green, and he could feel its heat permeating his body.

"Does he do that a lot?" Tucker asked.

"Change his appearance? Yes, I'm afraid so," Maddie answered.

"The Island of Lost Time. That's where she is," Danny replied, his green eyes glowing down at them.

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